"You kid, how do you know we're going to think you didn't write this book?"

Chen Youting looked at Guan Xiaojun's stack of materials placed on Table Mountain, with a look of surprise in his eyes, "Is this all the information you collected?"

The editors on the desk next to him also turned their heads to look at Guan Xiaojun, and the curious look on their faces couldn't be hidden.

Guan Xiaojun said with a smile: "Uncle Chen, don't say that you don't believe that I wrote this book, even my family doesn't believe it! Although they know that I am collecting some information, and I have also told him that I want to write a book, they have always thought that I am joking, and none of them take it seriously." ”

He sighed and said to Chen Youting: "Now that I have written this book, then they began to be surprised, and they are still a little unconvinced, not for other reasons, mainly because I am too young. If I had been thirty or forty years old, I don't think anyone would be so surprised. ”

Guan Xiaojun pushed the information in front of him in front of Chen Youting, "So, I feel that when I come to Yanjing this time, I must face the same problem, so I simply found all the information that can prove that I am the author, if these things can't prove that the book was written by me, then I can't help it!"

Chen Youting smiled: "Child, this is a long story, and it is a very good long story, and you are only thirteen years old!"

He said to Guan Xiaojun very sincerely: "If anyone knows about it, it will be unbelievable for the first time, because the workload, writing techniques and writing are not at all like what a child of your age can have." Therefore, suspicion is inevitable. ”

Guan Xiaojun said with a smile: "Isn't it a bit arbitrary to judge a person's grades by their age? Uncle Chen, I'm here to negotiate with you about publishing a book today, not to prove whether I am the author of this book." If your magazine doesn't publish it, then I'll try to go to another magazine. If it really doesn't work, I'll put this book first, and then submit it when I graduate from college, and I believe that by that time, there shouldn't be as many skepticism as there are now. ”

Chen Youting said with a smile: "Xiaojun, publishing is not so easy, we must ensure the originality of the story." Since you have come to Yanjing, you can play here for a few more days, and we can reimburse you for the expenses or something. ”

Guan Xiaojun said: "Reimbursement? The magazine still has the word reimbursement? How did I hear some time ago that when Lu Yao won the Contradictory Literature Award, he even asked someone to make up for the travel expenses, and I didn't hear that someone helped him reimburse the travel expenses?"

At this time, Lu Yao, the writer who wrote "Ordinary World", has reached the last moment of his life, and this poor writer seems to have been rejected and squeezed by the main authors, so he will always be poor and helpless, and when he is dying, he has to sign a divorce agreement.

Guan Xiaojun was extremely concerned about this writer in his previous life, and had great grievances about his death, so he never looked directly at people in the literary world in China, especially in the literary circle in northern Shaanxi.

A winner of the Mao Dun Award was so poor that he had to borrow money to borrow money to receive the award, and this sad thing happened this year.

Even after his death, those in the writers' association could not even hold his ashes, and when the urn was taken away, there was no one to see him off.

These people don't even want the least face, they are not even as good as bitches, and these people are just a group of Chinese writers, they have no achievements, but they live far more nourishing than Lu Yao. This is one thing that Guan Xiaojun feels extremely angry.

After listening to what Guan Xiaojun said, Chen Youting fell silent, and after a while, he said slowly: "Sometimes the shamelessness and indifference of writers are comparable to politicians!"

After he said a few words, he changed the topic and said: "Xiaojun, are you here with your family? Our unit can provide temporary accommodation, you can stay with us temporarily, and you can eat for free in the canteen, after all, you are guests, and we still have to take care of food and lodging." ”

Guan Xiaojun stood up and pointed to the jeep at the gate of the courtyard, "I still have a place to live in Yanjing, so I won't bother Uncle Chen, so let's do it, three days later, I will come here again, whether it can be published by then, you should also make up your mind, right?"

He stretched out his hand and shook hands with Chen Youting, "Then that's it, Uncle Chen, goodbye!"

Chen Youting said: "I'll send you!"

After watching Guan Xiaojun leave in the car, Chen Youting returned to the editorial office, sat at his desk, and did not speak for a while.

When he heard Guan Xiaojun talk about Lu Yao just now, he was also extremely uncomfortable, but there was nothing he could do.

Only in China can there be such an unbelievable organization as the Writers' Association, in this strange organization, creation is just an accessory, and the right to speak is what these writers really desire.

Compared with the locality, Yanjing's literary scene is a little better, at least it is not so bullying, so it is better to give people a little way to live.

Chen Youting sat at his desk for a while, during which several colleagues chatted with him, and he just casually coped with a perfunctory sentence, and then continued to be in a daze. It wasn't until after lunch that he came to his senses. Then he began to look through some of the materials that Guan Xiaojun had left on his desk.

Among these materials, there are articles published by Xiaojun in various magazines and newspapers in the past five or six years, some are prose, and some are some small poems, scattered and scattered, no less than 100 articles, because there are too many publications, Guan Xiaojun cannot take more than 100 issues of the magazine, so he directly cut out a certain page or several pages in the magazine, glued them together, and formed a big information folder, and each article was remarked, the date and time of publication were written, and it was also posted in that magazine.

In addition to these, there are also some things that happened in the Yunze area collected by Xiaojun and the difficulties and glories experienced by the ancestors of the old Guan family, all of which were written down by Guan Xiaojun in several thick yellowed notebooks.

The records are made of fountain pens, black carbon ink, and under the sharp and hard nib of the fountain pen pour out a distinctive font, these characters are sharp and angular, each dot painting is like a knife and axe, full of spirit, like a warrior armed to the teeth, full of battle tension.

These fonts look like mature fonts, not like young people's handwriting at all, but this is written by Guan Xiaojun, just now Guan Xiaojun also took a pen to sign on these materials, for fear that these materials will be lost and scattered, and the words just written are exactly the same as the words on the materials.

After a cursory look at these materials, Chen Youting has basically completely dispelled his suspicions about Guan Xiaojun.

"This book is supposed to have been written by him. ”

"But what kind of family can educate such children?"