Zhang Lu was stunned, "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers?"

"Dead as ...... The quiet beauty of autumn leaves?" a young editor also said obsessively.

"The handwriting is good! This poem is even better!" an old editor exclaimed!

"Teacher Zhang Ye is really talented! I believe it today!" said the only woman in it.

Zhang Ye put down the brush and looked at the female editor with a smile, "Didn't you believe it before?"

The woman's face flushed, and she waved her hand again and again: "No, but no, I haven't seen it before, and I don't feel so deeply, hey, I said the wrong thing, Editor-in-Chief Zhang will invite you to dinner in the evening, and I will punish you with a glass of wine at that time, which will be regarded as reparation." ”

Zhang Ye hurriedly said: "It's not in the way, it's not so particular, hehe, I'm also joking casually." ”

Zhang Lu was still looking at the words, "Is this really something you came up with temporarily?" Absolutely, this poem is prefaced, it can't be more appropriate! That kind of artistic conception is written, don't mention it!"

The people in the publishing house applauded in unison, and some people even applauded and praised Zhang Ye without hesitation.

Zhang Ye also hurriedly said a few words modestly, although this poem is just a simple sentence, and even in terms of its word count, it is less than the number of words in "Generation", but the fewer words, the more you can see the foundation, the more it is not easy to write. This poem actually has a great origin, it is a poem in his famous Indian poet Tagore in the world, the translation is Zheng Zhenduo, in Zhang Ye's world, it is a famous poem, "See or Don't See" and "This is Everything" are not even famous for this poem, the original version is good, the translation is better, just one sentence, the strong artistic conception has jumped on the paper!

Why do you say this is good?

Why does Zhang Ye want to use this sentence as a preface?

First, Zhang Ye wants to echo the works in his anthology, the poems he likes, and the poems he uses in this world, are all relatively open and closed, or public, or meaningless, or cursed, or moved, or regarded death as home, or vibrant, this small poem from "Flying Birds" is naturally the most appropriate, almost all the works he used are summarized, and all of them are included. Second, this poem actually reflects Zhang Ye's character, ideals, and wishes.

Born like a summer flower.

And die like autumn leaves.

This statement may be a bit literary, in Mandarin, it also borrows a sentence from a great man to give and commemorate Comrade Liu Hulan, this poem can also be translated into the vernacular in this way - the greatness of life, the glory of death! In fact, Zhang Ye also wanted to use this sentence of the great man as a preface, but this is really a bit too straightforward, and he has not praised himself so much about his greatness and glory, so one of the small poems of his famous "Flying Bird Collection" in the world was released!

……

Go home.

Zhang Ye began to make annotations and annotations.

This workload is really not small, I really have to fool myself around, not to mention a day, it may not be possible to get it done in a month, and it must be full of mistakes, so Zhang Ye looked at his game reputation value, and after slowly grinding to 200,000 points, he bought two memory search capsules from the mall to see the analysis and annotation of those poetry and literary works in his world.

After staying up for a day and a night, it was finally delivered.

……

this day.

It's almost evening, autumn is at the end of the day, and it's getting dark early.

Zhang Ye watched the sunset, lying motionless on the bed, his hands were sore, his neck hurt, and there was simply no place on his body that he was not tired, making annotations in the past two days, although he already had something in his head, as long as he presented the hidden memories searched by the memory search sac intact, but it was not a small amount of work, and he had to revise the manuscript and annotate it after the last, and it took a long time to get it done, and it was finally done last night. Today, Zhang Ye has been lying on the bed all day long, and he hasn't even gone to run for several days, he has to take it slowly.

Bell bell bell.

A call from the publisher Zhang Lu came.

Zhang Ye lay down for a day, and he came back a little more alive, and reached out to answer the phone, "Hey, Editor-in-Chief Zhang." ”

"Teacher Zhang, thank you for your hard work. Zhang Lu smiled on the phone and said: "I have reviewed the annotations and other things last night, there is no problem this time, and then the version taken during the day, the illustrations have already been done by someone, I just came out of the printing house, the first edition of the printing has been completed, if nothing else, I will use this edition to sell, and it will be on the shelves in a few days, um, but before that, you have to take a look at it, after all, it is your anthology, you have to nod your head in person, what about you at home, right?"

Zhang Ye said politely: "Otherwise, I'll go to you?"

"No, I'm around here, I'll go to your house?" Zhang Lu said.

"That's fine. Zhang Ye doesn't care, he also wants to see the books in his anthology as soon as possible, compared to "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" and those fairy tales, although this anthology is definitely inferior to the first two in terms of sales, it doesn't need to be compared, it definitely can't be surpassed, but the value of "Zhang Ye's Anthology" is immeasurable, in literature, in meaning, it is far from being comparable to "Ghost Blowing the Lamp"!

What does the anthology represent?

This is fame! This is fame!

It can be said that once this anthology is published, there will be Zhang Ye in the literary world from now on, no matter who denies it, it is useless, his status has been recognized by the market and the people, what poets, writers, the most important ones must be tested by the market, otherwise the title of any writer is just "self-proclaimed", because literature is not just for literary peers, but more for the people. Just like Wang Shuixin, he also has this name in the domestic poetry circle, but if he wants to publish a collection of poems, it is estimated that no publishing house is willing to do it, because he can't make money if he does it, and the publishing house doesn't know how much Lu Dao has to lose!

Get up.

Zhang Ye took a shower and cleaned up the house.

Ding Dong, as soon as the doorbell rang, he went over to open the door, "Editor-in-chief Zhang, come ......" Before he could say it, he was slightly stunned, "You?"

There was a strange man standing outside.

He wears a hat, toad glasses, and a mask.

If it were someone else, I would probably be shocked, and I thought that some kind of criminal was coming, but Zhang Ye was obviously very familiar with this figure, and he had seen this kind of scene a few times, "Sister Zhang, why are you here?"

Zhang Yuanqi's beautiful eyes under his sunglasses looked at him, "Not welcome?"

"Welcome. Zhang Ye said a little listlessly, "Please come in." ”

Zhang Yuanqi is dressed in a gorgeous dress today, with a bright red thin shirt, a black hip-hugging skirt, black stockings, and a pair of red stiletto heels, at least ten centimeters or more, and he is taller than Zhang Ye when he wears it. The real figure also looks very slim, full of curves, and concave and convex!

I'm not afraid of the cold!

Zhang Ye closed the door and said, "What are you doing here?"

Zhang Yuanqi kicked the high heels, and the beautiful feet came out, sat on a chair in Zhang Ye's house barefoot, leaned there and exhaled, as if he was a little tired, "Premiere ceremony." ”

Kick the shoes?

Barefoot?

What kind of image is this!

""White Lady 2", right? premiere today?" Zhang Ye also pays attention to her, and she knows it well.

Zhang Yuanqi snorted, "I took a taxi while someone was messing around, is there any water?"

"I'll look for it. Zhang Ye flipped through it and threw her a bottle of unopened mineral water, "The last bottle is the last, you can leave some for me, I have to drink it too." "I'm familiar with the queen, and Zhang Ye is not so polite when he speaks, "By the way, next time you come, give me a call first, so that I can be mentally prepared." ”

Zhang Yuanqi looked at him, "The phone is at my agent, do you see that my clothes have a pocket? By the way, you go downstairs, and the taxi account has not yet been settled." ”

"Huh?"

"I didn't bring a wallet. ”

“…… You can. ”

Zhang Ye had no choice but to run downstairs.

The taxi driver waited for a long time, and when he saw Zhang Ye coming over to give money, he was angry, "Isn't this delaying my work! Dare to take a taxi without money! That's your girlfriend, right? Why are you so ......?" Speaking of this, the taxi driver was suddenly stunned, "Hey, you're Teacher Zhang Ye, right?"

Zhang Ye smiled bitterly: "It's me." ”

The taxi driver hurriedly shoved the money into him, "Then don't want it." ”

Zhang Ye was stunned, "Then what's going on? ”

The taxi driver looked at him and said, "Who doesn't know what you did about going bankrupt to save your fans?" Later, in order to help Wei's father ask for an explanation, he also lost his job, if I take your money, I won't be scolded to death by my taxi friends when I go back! Don't, don't! I'm leaving!"

"Don't! eh, master!" Zhang Ye chased after him.

As soon as the taxi driver hit the steering wheel, he turned around and stepped on the accelerator and walked out of the community.

Zhang Ye felt a little warm in his heart, and shouted to the back of the car, "Thank you, master!"

The side window of the car was rolled down, and I saw the taxi driver stretching out a hand and giving Zhang Ye a thumbs up, and then the car disappeared from view.

Go upstairs and go home.

The window was open, and Zhang Yuanqi upstairs probably heard the conversation downstairs.

Zhang Yuanqi sat on a chair with Erlang's legs crossed, reading a book in his hand, and looked up and said, "You still have a lot of face?"

Zhang Ye said: "Come on, you, if you take off your eye mask, you can lie down and walk all over the country, where can I compare with you with this little fame." ”

Zhang Yuanqi said in his mouth: "I'll pay you back the money." ”

"Forget it, I don't plan to ask for it, just don't steal my song in the future. ”

I'm poor, the doorbell is ringing!

Damn! It's going to be bad!

Zhang Ye sighed, then suddenly remembered the matter, looked at Zhang Yuanqi and said, "What, I want someone from my house, the publishing house, you ......"

Zhang Yuanqi frowned, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You didn't call me in advance!" Zhang Ye looked left and right to find a place.

Zhang Yuanqi reached for his glasses and mask.

Zhang Ye couldn't help but laugh and said, "Da Heitian, who wears this with the family? Anyway, it's even weirder!"

This is an open room, and there is no place to hide, Zhang Yuanqi simply moved the chair, turned his back to the direction of the door, and continued to read the book without taking it seriously, "That's it!"

The doorbell rings again.

Zhang Ye couldn't drag it on, a little worried about how much trouble the queen would make in his house when he was seen, he hesitated for a moment, but opened the door nervously, but people blocked the door, as if he didn't plan to let them into the house, "Editor-in-chief Zhang, yo, Editor Chen and Editor Sun are also here?"

Here came two men and one woman.

Zhang Lu smiled: "Come by the way after work, everyone walks here in a car." ”

The female editor in the back had sharp eyes, and saw the back of the woman in the room, "Hey! This is ......."

Zhang Ye sighed in his heart, it's over, it's broken, the queen of heaven has been recognized!

Then the female editor smiled and said, "This is Teacher Zhang Ye's wife, right? Teacher Zhang is really blessed!"