Chapter Seventy-Three: The pen blooms in despair, and it is the flower that rebels against the inevitable journey

This realization made Yi Cheng feel embarrassed and ashamed.

The most important thing is that he himself is addicted to those poems, and has enough literary literacy to deeply understand the feelings in the poems, especially the sharp dark winds of the North Island......

"I can't get into that piece of music / I can only lean down and hover over the black record / hover in the vast moment / in the background fixed by lightning / yesterday in every flower / yesterday opened a folding chair / let everyone be seated"

and innocent pathos: "It was the father who confirmed the darkness / It was the darkness that led to the classic lightning / The door of crying slammed shut / The echo was chasing its cry"

"It is the pen that blooms in despair / It is the flower that rebels against the inevitable journey"

It resonated to the point that it almost resonated......

Therefore, what the old man Yuan Hualiang can think of, he can also think of.

Even as an imaginative, novel-focused cologne-like young man, he has more brains to make......

As the saying goes, if you have a big brain, you can't do it.

Brother Yicheng, a frank man who has mixed with the black and astringent society, thinks about the miserable life that everyone knows in Bai'an, and looks at the words in the poem in his hand: "Those patients have waited too long/The winter coast in their eyes/Long and long", "The only focus of the falcon gathers/The center of the typhoon is quiet/The shore where the singer is like clouds/Only the hospital that freezes into white jade/Whispering"

I was moved to tears by the image of a disabled and unyielding Bai An boy in my mind.

What's more, people are only eight buckets high.

If Bai An is in front of him, he is estimated to be a confidant immediately, and there is a common language in the sky after chatting for a while, and the cliff will pull the bow.

There are few bosom friends in the mountains and flowing waters, and the Bo Yazi period meets the base.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt congested by his previous thoughts...... Generally speaking, even if - why did I look down on other people's children so much in the first place, people are miserable enough, and they still make people messy, look at what kind of people write this, you deserve to be published and don't sell well......

From this time, he was extremely serious and began to regard Bai An as the same goal as Bai Boqing, and he had no doubt that a genius like Bai An, maintaining such a level, would one day surpass his father.

Yi Cheng finished the whole book, and was shocked and wanted to cover his heart.

Because my heart was turned upside down by the strong emotions rushing out of those poems, I felt like I was dead.

The tombstone of the English-Polish Joseph Conrad is engraved with a poem by the English Romantic poet Spencer - sleep after fatigue, port after storm, peace after war, death after life, this is the greatest joy!

As a result, the book "Light", in the form of a collection of niche poems, became popular.

Qingyu Culture Publishing Department.

Qin Lan, who returned to the position of editor-in-chief, did not say or write, but worked hard in private, in order for Qingyu culture to return to the previous high level, almost exhausted, at this time, the female editor-in-chief was discussing with Zhong Lin, deputy editor-in-chief, and Guo Shengdong, editor-in-chief of youth literature, about the recruitment of new authors of the publishing house.

"Wow!"

The knock on the door suddenly came to mind, and the two knocks were loud and crisp, revealing some unusual eagerness.

The few who were attentive didn't notice this.

Qin Lan didn't raise his head, and simply said neatly: "Enter!"

Entering the door was an assistant who had been with Qin Lan for three years.

Twenty-six-year-old girl, with a refreshing and beautiful face, a bold and spicy personality, shrewd and capable, Qin Lan is virtuous and does not avoid relatives, this is called Qin Nuannuan girl and Qin Lan have some blood relationship, but the ability is not picky, three years ago, it took only a week to directly parachute into the assistant position, and all the gossip in the company was scattered.

There are few people in the company who are dissatisfied with Assistant Qin from top to bottom, and some people even joke when chatting that graduate students who graduated from the top five universities in China are still a little condescending to this small Qingyu culture.

Qin Nuannuan bumped in directly with a bundle of thick documents, and came in with a "bang", and with a slam of his shoulder, he closed the door.

Her face was as happy as a flower, and her eyes almost lit up.

"Good news!"

Qin Lan, who was startled by the sound, looked up at her, and frowned at her nephew's uncalm situation: "Nuan Nuan, you said that you want to call me the editor-in-chief in the company, why don't you remember?

Zhong Lin, the deputy editor-in-chief next to him, laughed with a smile, and teased with a good temper: "Alas, Editor-in-Chief Qin shouldn't be so serious, our Comrade Xiao Qin is already good enough, and it doesn't matter if the title is concerned, besides, these few in our office, that one didn't grow up watching her." ”

Qin Nuannuan didn't put her mind on this at all, and directly shouted: "Auntie, don't mind! Listen to me! The sales of "Light" that we counted have come out!"

"Huh?!" Hearing this, the high-level officials in the office instantly perked up, and straightened up their waists with a brush: "How much?"

As the company's current main promotion, the small boss's "Light" has a high degree of topic and hard quality, and as the top priority of Qingyu Culture's turnaround, it is difficult not to be concerned by them.

Qin Nuannuan took out a hand from the document and stretched it out, her white and delicate five fingers opened in the sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling window, and her eyes were shining: "500,000! 500,000 in the first week!!"

"Oh, fifty thousand...... 500,000 ?!!" Qin Lan stood up in a hurry, almost overturning the table.

Zhong Lin and Guo Shengdong, editor-in-chief of youth literature, also widened their eyes, and their faces were stunned.

She seems to have just said ...... 500,000 copies?!

"That's right! It's 500,000, aunt, you heard it right!" Qin Nuannuan blinked, nodded at Qin Lan with a serious face, and her feet in purple high heels jumped happily like a child: "To be exact, 537,680 copies! This is only 70% of the total sales of the provinces in the mainland this week, and some provinces that are not covered by the company's information department and overseas regions such as the South China Sea and the Ryukyus have not yet had time to count. ”

In detail, it is even more confusing, this number is like a dream.

Qin Lan was stunned, and subconsciously covered her mouth, her eyes still shocked.

The other two also stood up from their positions in disbelief, looking at each other helplessly, as if they had seen a ghost.

"There won't be a problem with the data, right?" Even the good old man Zhong Lin couldn't help but question: "Are you talking about 'Light'? This is a collection of poems! A niche work of pure literature! How can it be possible to buy more than 500,000 yuan a week? This data is about to catch up with the top five best-selling novels in the country this year!"

It's too mysterious, okay!

Qin Lan also calmed down a little, but the hand covering her mouth forgot to put it down, and just set her eyes on her niece, she didn't even notice herself, and there was some real hope in her eyes.

She even went crazy in her heart and hoped that this unscientific data was true, because she and Qingyu Culture needed an exciting news so much.

PS: Text quotes verse sources: 1. I can't go deep into that piece of music - Kitajima "Since Yesterday", those patients have waited too long - Kitajima "Since Yesterday"

2. It was my father who confirmed the darkness - Kitajima "Scenery above zero"

3. The falcons gather the only focus - North Island "In the Bronze Mirror of Dawn"