Jia Youwei took the big envelope in his hand, tore open the edge of one side, and poured out the rejection inside. After reading the reasons given by the editor, I didn't scold the other party for having no vision and not understanding bullshit, but began to review for the Nth time why I failed again.

At the same time, Jia Qianqian saw that his father had a new work coming out, so he picked it up from the table and looked at it. Anyway, it's still early for dinner, and she's still idle.

I don't know how long it will be, Jia Qianqian blurted out in disbelief: "Oh my God, Dad, this short story is really from you?"

"What, there's a problem?" Jia Youwei was interrupted by her startled thoughts.

"I thought you were sitting in front of the house, and you couldn't get anything extra than hemorrhoids.

As a filial daughter, I plan to persuade you to go out and square dance after dinner. This exercise is not only good for your health, but also for treating hemorrhoids. Jia Qian Qian said with a hippie smile.

"Are you specifically reincarnated to anger me? whose daughter is it?" Jia Youwei's whole person began to become bad. I was only in my early thirties, but my daughter said that I was so unbearable and gloomy.

"I am your Jia Youwei's biological daughter. If you have any doubts, we can go to the hospital for a DNA paternity test!" Jia Qianqian smiled and did not change his course.

She paused, raised the manuscript in her hand, and continued: "After I finished reading it, I felt the novel style with scattered culture between the lines, a little freshness and beauty.

Dad, congratulations. You've finally written a decent piece of serious literature. To celebrate your hardship, then we're going to add dishes tonight. ”

Jia Youwei knew that "Receiving the Ordination" was not his original work, but Wang Zengqi's original work. He was just a copyist. Who let his unexpected rebirth change the original world in a little bit?

From the perspective of the present, there is nothing inappropriate in "The Ordination" in terms of content or thought.

The work depicts the innocent and hazy love between the little monk Minghai and the peasant girl Xiaoyingzi, which contains the love for life and life, and is full of joy and love of humanity and human feelings.

However, in 1980, it was a different story entirely. Even Wang Zengqi himself knew the subject matter of his work, and his style did not conform to the mainstream of literature at that time.

So, at first, he didn't expect to publish it, and only showed the first draft to friends and colleagues. In July 1980, the BJ Cultural Bureau systematically held a symposium for party members and cadres, at which Yang Yumin occasionally talked about "The Ordination", saying that the novel was beautifully written but it was difficult to publish.

Li Qingquan, the person in charge of "BJ Literature and Art" who was present, was very interested after hearing this, so he asked Wang Zengqi for the manuscript. In August, Wang Zengqi forwarded the final draft to Li Qingquan and attached a short letter, mentioning that it would take some courage to publish it, and he also tried to resist public opinion.

Time has proved that "The Ordination" and a series of works published by Wang Zengqi after 1949 jumped out of the barriers of the mainstream focus on "grand themes" and "grand narratives" in the literary world after 1949.

It began to focus on small people, small events, and small lives, and eulogized the beauty of human nature, creating a new pattern of novels in the 80s of the 20th century, and playing an important role in promoting the emergence and development of root-seeking literature. And Wang Zengqi at that time was already over sixty years old, an old man in his twilight years.

"Dad, you finally let me see the dawn of your serious literary creation. I'm sure your work will never be rejected again. Jia Qianqian said confidently.

Jia Youwei took the manuscript from his daughter's hand and didn't want to continue the topic, so he deliberately diverted the conversation and said, "Today, didn't you listen well in class?"

Jia Qianqian didn't hide anything: "The content of the lecture in the class is really boring. Too naïve, to be exact. You'd better hurry up and let me skip a grade so I can go to college. ”

"Look, I'm going to give you like a black-eyed chicken. Talent lies in cultivating slowly, not in rapid success. Jia Youwei has his own set of theories.

"The problem is, I'm not a talent, I'm a genius. By doing so, you are deliberately killing genius. Jia Qianqian habitually began to talk to his father again.

Jia Youwei sank his face and said solemnly: "I believe you also know the prose of "Hurt Zhongyong" written by the Northern Song Dynasty writer Wang Anshi!

The article uses Zhongyong as an example to warn people that they must not simply rely on aptitude and fail to learn new knowledge, but must pay attention to education and learning, emphasizing the importance of education and learning for success. ”

"Dad, you're here again. My ears already have calluses in my ears. Jia Qianqian suddenly lowered his hands naturally, hunched his back, and said with a dejected look on his face.

"All of this I said was for your own good. If you weren't my daughter, I wouldn't have said that. Jia Youwei unconsciously started the fragmented thoughts of educating children as a father.

"You won. Can you stop talking about this? I will ask my father one last time, what are we going to eat tonight?" Jia Qianqian raised his hands high and made a gesture of surrender.

Jia Youwei just realized that it was not early, and it was time to make dinner. Although his family is very rich, he does not live a life of arrogance**, he has a car when he goes out, and he has a life of servants when he goes home.

This huge ancestral house that has been handed down since the Republic of China, in addition to their father and daughter, there is also an ancient shepherd dog who is so fat that he can't even walk.

"I owe you in my last life, and I am here to pay it off in this life. Jia Youwei stood up and complained slightly.

"It's not good for your health to be in such a small mood. Jia Qianqian shook his little head gently, and said unhurriedly: "Our family is not without money, and we can afford to hire servants, and you are not like that, who is to blame?"

Jia Youwei's eyes stared at her tightly, and he pretended to be angry and said, "Money, money, money." You're becoming more and more like your vulgar mom. ”

"No, no, no. I'm becoming more and more like you, who treats money like dung. "Jia Qianqian's greatest joy in life is to talk to his father. She also deliberately replied with a dual sentence structure.

At this point, I paused again for a moment to make it all the more convincing to think of giving practical examples.

Jia Qianqian said earnestly: "My classmates are either showing off their cars or showing off their parents' good jobs.

Otherwise, it means how rich their family is and how big the house they live in, and their words are full of the copper smell of money worship.

Look at me, when did you say that our family is rich? Lao Jia, it is really not easy for me to be your daughter, and you must learn to be more considerate of me. ”