Revive it!Wenhao Press

The final result of the Bailang Club Newcomer Award has not been announced to the public, but Hualichun learned the identity of No.1 one step ahead.

But just like what she said when she learned that Bailang Club held the Newcomer Award, this selection event has no direct relationship with Hoshino Club.Therefore, what Hualichun has to do is still to make every effort to produce the next issue of the magazine that will not disappoint readers.

After all, within one year, compared with "The Times of Literature and Art", "Monthly Literature" still has a sales gap of 200 million copies that needs to be bridged.

When Hualichun thought of this, there was a pattering sound of dog paws passing by not far away.

A black and white dog shadow passed silently.The purple-haired girl was taken aback for a moment, and immediately recognized the other party.

——It’s Anwu dog!

Since arriving at Hoshinosha, the laurels of the most diligent dog in the whole society have been welded to Anwu Dog's head.According to observations, Black and White Huagouzi did accept Hualichun's suggestion, and did not write with all his brain, but ensured his health, balanced work and rest, and learned to live in the way of a writer.

At the same time, he is also trying to write various types of articles, stepping into areas that he has never touched in the past.He has tried pure literature, reasoning, absurd literature, literary and social reviews, and even rare catching posts.As far as the current Hoshinosha is concerned, Ango Dog can be regarded as the literary dog ​​with the widest range of categories.

In any case, even if Dazai Inu is lazy again, even if Akutagawa Inu is suddenly sick, even if Oda Inu is still unable to write, as long as there is Ango Inu, Hoshinosha will have confidence!

I don’t know if An Wugou has written any new works recently.

Thinking of this, Hualichun couldn't help but chased after her, and shouted expectantly: "Teacher Anwu..."

However, at this moment, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

In the corridor where the Anwu dog passed by, there seemed to be some black, white and white things scattered on the ground, dancing with the wind, outlining the dog's walking track.

Hualichun walked over.She bent down and twisted a pinch, and she couldn't help but turn pale with shock when she saw it clearly.

- It's dog hair!It's the hair of the Anwu dog!

At the same time, Black and White Huagouzi also heard Hualichun's voice and turned his head.And at this moment, Hualichun could see clearly.

Following the movements of Anwu Dog, the surrounding air drove the dog hair on his body to flutter away from his body.The dog hair that left the dog first outlined the outline of a dog that was bigger in the air, and then was blown away by the airflow, and flew towards the longing distance, like a blossoming little dandelion with its own will, and like one by one Brave little paratrooper.

...don't be brave!

Hualichun strode forward, fixed Anwu dog's head with both hands, and opened his eyes wide: "Mr. Anwu...you are losing hair!"

"Wang!"

Anwu dog was taken aback by Hualichun, and Hualichun carefully observed Anwu dog's head.

——Usually you can’t find it at first glance, but if you observe carefully, you will find——Anwu dog’s hair seems to be a little thinner than before!

what happened?Winter has not yet passed, and it shouldn't be this time if the dog is moulting!

However, facing Hualichun's gaze, Black and White Huagouzi's expression was a little dazed, the tip of his black nose twitched slightly, his eyes turned left and right, and he looked at her uneasily: "Wow?"

"Teacher Anwu, you haven't forced yourself to create too much lately, have you?" Looking at the thinning Anwu dog, Hualichun asked worriedly, "Didn't we agree before? Write up to fifty pages of manuscripts every month amount of paper."

An Wugou shook his head first, indicating that he did not write too much, and then nodded, meaning that he remembered the agreement.

It seems that the Anwu dog does not seem to be very aware of its own hair loss.

"...It's nothing. Mr. Anwu, put on more clothes."

Hualichun let go of her hand.And the Anwu dog walked around her twice before slowly wagging its tail and leaving.

Looking at the dog hair that surrounded her like a circle, Hualichun was silent for a moment, and her eyes gradually became suspicious.

Why do Anwu dogs lose their hair in winter?

***

night.

All the dogs, big and small, were asleep, and it was dark inside the Hoshino Club.

The only place where the light is still on is the small bar.The three dogs routinely sat side by side in front of the bar, holding their respective wine glasses in their paws, wagging their tails leisurely.

After drinking for three rounds, the dogs were a little tipsy.And at this moment, the sand-colored dog cleverly jumped off the small round stool in front of the bar, and his figure disappeared in the direction leading to the office area.

At the same time, half a purple-haired head peeked out from the stairs, with a pair of eyes fixed on the direction of the bar.

Soon, Dazai Inu came back from the office area, still holding the manuscript paper and pen in his mouth.

He put the manuscript paper and pen on the bar, pushed it in front of An Wugou, and then raised his paw and patted the bar table: "Wow! Bow!" as if to say: "Come one! Come one!"

Soon, although the Oda dog didn't bark, he also joined the team of dog paws patting the table.Amidst the rhythmic sound of "Pattapapa, woof! Patapata, woof!", the half-drunk Anwu dog held the manuscript paper, the dog's paws gripped the pen vigorously, and began to yell at the sound of urging I started to write in a flash.

——It’s no wonder that Anwu dogs shed their hair. It turns out that he is writing on the scene of a performance every day when he is drunk by two other bad dogs!

And it is estimated that when Anwu dog wakes up the next day, he will have already forgotten what happened the night before.That's why the black and white dog looked bewildered when he was called to a stop.

Hualichun watched this scene, speechless.At the same time, the sand-colored Gouzi seemed to notice the gaze staring at him, and turned his head while patting the table and barking.

The eyes of one person and one dog collided in the air.

Dazai Inu's barking stopped abruptly: "..."

Hualichun: "..."

Soon, the Oda dog also realized something was wrong, and stopped knocking on the table.Only An Wugou, who was the most drunk, still didn't know what to write on the manuscript paper.

Hualichun walked down the stairs and came behind An Wugou.Although she was dissatisfied with the behavior of Dazai Inu and Oda Inu fooling Ango Inu, she was a little curious.

If this would come out every night, then An Wugou should have written a lot of manuscripts.What kind of work did he write at the cost of hair loss?

If I can have this time to write and accumulate at night, I can use it in the next issue of the magazine.

Thinking of this, Hualichun quietly poked his head out from behind the Anwu dog to look at it full of curiosity.

I saw the Anwu dog clutching the pen with difficulty in its paws, writing and drawing on the manuscript paper, but the written content was not written at all, it looked like ghost notes written down by elementary school students when they were sleepy in class.

Words such as "degenerate", "literary world", and "authentic" can be vaguely seen from the ghost painting symbols, but more content is so scribbled that it is difficult to distinguish.

Seeing this kind of handwriting, Hualichun couldn't help feeling a little dazed: "..."

……

When An Wugou's improvisation came to an end, Hualichun took the drunk black-and-white dog back to his room, carefully rolled him into the quilt, and turned up the heating a bit to prevent him from getting drunk and getting hot from the quilt, causing him to catch a cold .

Looking at the Anwu dog who was waving his dog's paw in Dreaming, as if he was writing like a dragon, Hualichun sighed, and looked back at the two dogs behind him.

"You can't tease Teacher Anwu like this anymore." Hualichun raised her hand covered with Anwu's dog hair, and said solemnly, "After ten days and a half months like this, Teacher Anwu will be completely bald!"

Oda Inu looked at Jun Huali seriously, and answered honestly, promising not to do it again.Hualichun nodded in satisfaction.

But Dazai Inu didn't look at her.The sand-colored dog's head was almost pressed against the wall, sitting facing the wall, leaving only the back of the dog for Hualichun, with its fluffy tail still wagging from side to side.

Seeing this, Hualichun stretched his neck out from the back of Dazai dog, looked down at his dog's head, and dragged his voice faintly: "Tai-zai-old-teacher-"

The sand-coloured dog's head almost burrowed into the opposite wall, its eyes wandered, and it pretended not to hear anything.

Hualichun: "...If there is a next time, Mr. Dazai will eat crabs by himself in the future."

Dazai Gou turned his head abruptly and looked at Hualichun in disbelief, as if accusing her of being cruel: "Wow?"

……

In any case, Hualichun finally found all the scribbled manuscripts written by An Wugou after he was drunk during this period.

Tonight's pub dog party can't go on any longer.After letting Oda Inu and Dazai Inu go back to rest, Huali Jun came to the office area, turned on a computer and sat down.

She spread An Wugou's drafts one by one on the table, trying to sort out the correct order so that the handwriting on them could be read, so that they could be re-entered into the computer.

Although Anwu Dog seems to have no memory of what he was writing in the middle of the night, what if the drunk Anwu Dog can break through his usual limitations and write better articles than in the past, but because of the sloppy handwriting, the writer himself is sober I don’t have any impression of it in the end, causing the masterpiece to become scrap paper, and if I lose the chance of being published from the very beginning...

She absolutely cannot let this happen.

However, after distinguishing for a long time, Hualichun was still confused by An Wugou's code-like handwriting.She can only judge by the differences of different inks and stroke thicknesses. Several drafts with the same pen must have been written consecutively on the same day, so she can barely classify the drafts, and then sort them by the depth of the occasional wine stains.

As time went by, Hualichun re-entered the recognizable content as much as possible while identifying the order of the manuscript.

Unknowingly, light gradually shone in from the window.

Its daybreak.

upstairs.

The Anwu dog wrapped in the quilt moved its ears and finally woke up.The black-and-white dog flicked his ears, and got off the bed top-heavy. The dog's paw touched the round-rimmed glasses, and put them on his face awkwardly.

An Wugou tried to recall, but he didn't remember how he got back to bed.Thinking of this, Black and White Gouzi was a little dazed, but he pushed open the door with his paws, and staggered all the way downstairs.

As soon as he got down the stairs, Anwugou suddenly heard Hualichun's voice: "Ah, Teacher Anwu!"

Black and white Hua Gouzi raised his head, and saw Hualichun running quickly to his side, holding a stack of crumpled manuscripts in his arms.

"Tidy up!" she said cheerfully.

An Wugou looked at Hualichun in confusion.And Hualichun was not surprised when she saw this, but explained: "Mr. Anwu shouldn't have any impression, right? In the past week or so, when Mr. Ango got drunk at night, Mr. Dazai and Mr. Oda always took the opportunity Let Mr. Anwu perform writing."

An Wugou: "..."

"After discovering this incident yesterday, I told Dazai-sensei and Oda-sensei not to do this. But I have already collected and sorted out all the manuscripts Ango-sensei wrote while drunk."

Hualichun handed the manuscript in his hand to An Wugou, and handed him a printed electronic manuscript: "I have arranged the order to the best of my ability, and entered all the recognizable content into electronic documents. But There are also some words and sentences whose handwriting is hard to make out."

"I think, if Teacher Anwu came to identify or modify it himself, the effect should be better than my random guessing. After all, every teacher has his own unique sense of language, rhythm and words, which cannot be copied by others anyway. s things."

"And, from what I can make out..."

Hualichun couldn't help tightening her hand holding the manuscript.She couldn't restrain the excitement in her heart, and her voice trembled a little: "It's really amazing, Mr. Anwu. If it is published, it will be a work that will affect countless people in the literary world!"

Although it is not yet a finished product, it cannot pass "Let's Revive!"Wen Hao Publishing House's rating standards, but she is enough to confirm that it is only a fragmentary semi-finished product-this article is definitely S-level!

Looking at the manuscript in front of him, An Wuquan opened his eyes wide.The black-and-white dog's head is still faintly drowsy because he was drunk by Dazai and Oda the night before, but certain memories seem to resurface in his mind vaguely.

He seemed, indeed, to have written something while drunk.And—something that cannot be created in the sane state, within the constraints of reason and prudence.

That is the expression of Anwu dog's original heart, which has completely got rid of all shackles.

Black and White Flower Gouzi looked at Hualichun's re-entered typescript.On the printed paper cover, three eye-catching Chinese characters caught his eyes.

"Theory of the Fall."