Xu Yingying walked out of the conference room, turned a corner and walked into Lianxingjie's office. Lian Xingjie and Ah Yue are waiting for her.

A window was open on Lianxingjie's computer, synchronizing the two screens of the computer in the conference room, showing Yue Qingyan's every move.

Yue Qingyan did not waste any time, opened the document, searched for some information and began to write. It's fast.

On the screen, lines of text just pop up. And Lian Xingjie and Ah Yue watched it for a while, and they were already about to be stunned.

The dart game of the sand dragon has been converted into an inn.?

There is no way for the big dream of the East not to wake up. The sound of artillery silenced the roar of tigers in the wild forests of Malay and India. Half-awake people, rubbing their eyes, prayed to their ancestors and gods, and lost their land, freedom, and sovereignty. Outside the door stood people of different colors, muzzles still hot. What is the use of their spears and poisonous crossbows, and their thick shields with colorful snakes? Even the ancestors and the gods that their ancestors believed in are no longer spiritual! The China of the Dragon Banner is no longer mysterious, and there are trains that go through the tombs and destroy the feng shui. The jujube red and multi-spike dart flag, the steel knife with the green shark skin sheath, the mouth horse ringing the bells, the wisdom and black words on the rivers and lakes, the righteousness and fame, even the sand dragon, his martial arts and career, all became last night's dream. Today it's trains, guns, trade and terror. I heard that someone is going to kill the emperor's head!?

This was the time when there was no food to eat, and the national art had not yet been promoted by the revolutionary party and educators.

Who doesn't know that the sand dragon is short, thin, neat, and hard, and his eyes are as bright as the stars of the frosty night? The dart board changed the inn, and he himself occupied three north rooms in the back courtyard, with a big gun standing in the corner, and a few building pigeons in the courtyard. It was only at night that he closed the door of the small courtyard and familiarized himself with his "Five Tiger Soul Breaking Spear". This gun and this set of guns, 20 years of work, in the northwest area, created the five words "magic spear sand dragon" for him, and he has never met an opponent. Now, this gun and this set of guns will no longer grace him, but only touch the cold, slippery, hard, and shivering pole to make him feel less sad. Only when you pick up a gun alone at night can you believe that you are still a "sharpshooter". During the day, he doesn't talk much about martial arts and the past, and his world has been blown away by the wind.

The text at the beginning of this is so mellow and mature, so beautiful, there is no need to change a word.

"He's going to write martial arts," Xu Yingying asked, "but ......"

"No, it's too difficult to write martial arts in short stories......" Lian Xingjie said. He's a boss, but he's also a very senior literary editor and reader. "This is the time when there is no food to eat, and the national art has not yet been promoted by the revolutionary party and educators" This sentence exploded in his mind, as if he had suddenly named something.

Yue Qingyan chose the super famous story in the short story this time: Lao She's "Soul Breaking Gun".

He is so familiar with this thing that he can almost recite it in its entirety. And the idea, the text, the rhythm, etc., every detail can stand up to critical scrutiny. And when he knocked out "Soul Breaking Gun", his mood was in awe. Because of him, all kinds of literature in this world have been replaced. According to what he has read and understood these days, the standard is still very high. But if a chapter like "Soul Breaker" is lost because of him and cannot be presented in front of the world, he will feel guilty. In many novels, he has such a mood, and it is precisely because of this mood that he can stay awake enough. These things, he may become famous from them, but these are not his own things.

The full text of "Soul Breaker Gun" is less than 5,000 words. Yue Qingyan checked some information to verify his memory, and the rest of the time did not stop at all, and it was written in less than two hours.

The night was quiet and sparsely populated, Sha Zilong closed the small door, stabbed down sixty-four guns in one go, and then, holding the gun, looked at the stars in the sky, remembering the majesty of the wild forest in Yedian back then. Sighing, he slowly touched the cool and slippery gun body with his fingers, and smiled slightly: "No! No!"

The end of the last paragraph pops up on the screen. Although Yue Qingyan did not play the second middle two at the end, the sense of passage and termination of this novel, the aftertaste, is something that Lian Xingjie and Ah Yue will not judge wrongly.

"Yingying, Xiao Yue will hand it over to you to greet you. No problem. Lian Xingjie said.

"Of course. His ...... No problem. Xu Yingying was also a literary youth, so she could naturally see the level of this article, but the two bosses didn't speak, so she couldn't make this decision.

"Going into the review process, this one is perfectly fine. Lian Xingjie said: "Actually, it is estimated that the proofreading is all white proofreading." ”

Ah Yue nodded, he swept it again, and said, "The typos have been corrected." ”

Xu Yingying returned to her workstation and waited for Yue Qingyan to come out. Although they peeped at the screen the whole time, at least they couldn't let Yue Qingyan know at this time. And the two bosses have already left the company and turned into a tavern in an alley not far away.

After a few cups of wine, Lian Xingjie sighed and admired: "Ah Yue, I have picked up a treasure in this essay." ”

"yes. Where is this newcomer. The tone is too sophisticated, and the degree of completion of the work is really fucking high. Ah Yue admired.

Completion is a very mysterious standard used to measure the quality of the work, usually, the work with a high degree of completion does not need to be repeatedly adjusted and modified, and it is self-contained. On the contrary, if the degree of completion is low, it is necessary to rely on editing or follow-up links to toss, adjust, modify and improve.

Yue Qingyan's novels, especially the short story he just completed, have a high degree of completion. According to Ah Yue's preliminary judgment, this "Soul Breaking Gun" may not be able to move a word.

"I'm so sophisticated that I'm suspicious. "Your Name" is quite amazing, and the perspective conversion is very familiar. "The Story of Your Life" is okay, if he is studying linguistics, it is normal for him to be more sensitive to this kind of content. "Eight Minutes of Warmth" is actually not very large, but the observation in the small subject matter is really good, and the language is beautiful. Lian Xingjie said: "But, today's "Soul Breaking Gun", this is ...... It is estimated that it will be able to enter the short story list of the year. It's just written out in one go, and it's already good without revision? ”

"Reciting it?" Ah Yue himself didn't believe in this statement.

"Impossible. Lian Xingjie said: "Those who can write this kind of thing, but they don't know the value of this thing? ”

"This is a bit of an overestimate, isn't it?" Ah Yue said: "If such an article was written during the Republic of China, it would undoubtedly be famous in literary history." But now ......"

"The little people in the big change, the outdated professionals, the frustration, the unwillingness and the subtle anticipation of missing the times, waiting, this kind of mood will not be outdated in any period. I think that the current period is better than the Republic of China you mentioned. After all, he didn't look like a revolutionary or a relict who was a statutor of change. But this article seems to be right no matter how you understand it. ”

Ah Yue thought for a moment and nodded. The boss is the boss, and his literary appreciation is one level higher than him.

Lian Xingjie said: "You look at his articles, and his emotions are actually very consistent. Expect change, but also fear change. While it's hard to say that this is a healthy young mindset, as an author, it's really fantastic. ”

"A newcomer. It's frustrating. I can't write a few articles. Ah Yue sighed, picked up the small wine glass in his hand and drank it all.

Lian Xingjie poured wine for Ah Yue, and said with a smile: "What's there to be frustrated about? This guy didn't hesitate or revise much when he wrote "Soul Breaking Gun", which can be compared to Wang Bo writing "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion". ”

However, in today's novels, there is no one who can really write a word. It's not as good as the Luoxia and the lonely bird flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky," Ah Yue said with a smile.

"Talk to him, sign him. When we are our exclusive author, praise him well. Lian Xingjie said: "We also have the resources that others have, and this kind of author may really miss it and never have it again." ”

"Boss, are you so confident?"

"It's not a matter of faith. A newcomer in a month, even if he had unsystematic training and practice before, and can write such a sophisticated novel at this age, he can't read it as a newcomer. Go back and find a way to arrange for him to make a long story, more than 300,000 words. If he doesn't have any shortcomings in the long form, then sign it decisively. It's so much good for us. ”

"Okay. I'll go back and make arrangements. ”

Lian Xingjie also poured a glass of wine, and said with a sigh: "It's so touching, look at that "Soul Breaking Gun". The times have changed, the rules of business have also changed, and publishing and media are not doing well. Obviously the best literary editor and publishing editor, Ming Mingtender does things that others dare not think, but he still doesn't know what to do, and he doesn't know what the world has become. It's right to know that this era is a great era, and these changes are sooner or later, but why is the big wheel of the era just running over me?"

"Boss......" Ah Yue said: "It's better to take this as an ordinary novel of the Republic of China, don't have too many associations." ”

Lian Xingjie smiled and said, "Yes." Let's see what others say. ”

Lian Xingjie and Ah Yue saw a lot of things through an article. The main thing is that in the heart of an author, there is not a whole era. Without an author who has this era in his mind and does not have an observation of the overall situation, he will not be able to go far. It's one thing to write in subtleties, but a good writer can often get a glimpse of the world he knows in subtleties. This kind of skill is really not something that everyone can have. Even many mature authors will have this problem, stuck to daily events and details, and can't see more. And once you can't see more, a work may be able to resonate and empathize with readers, but it will never reach the far-reaching and magnificent repercussions when knocking on the door of the reader's heart.

And that's probably the realm of geniuses.