Talking to Lin Yiming about his morning life at noon, Lin Yiming was very excited, "Professor Hang is a very famous professor in our Chinese department, and he is also a well-known critic in China. It's a rare opportunity for him to invite you as a guest! ”

"Maybe." Govin smiled. He had never heard of the name Hang Jian in his previous life, and he was not a famous person. In Lin Yiming's eyes, the rare opportunity didn't matter to him.

The next morning, Govin looked at himself in the mirror with reddish eyes, and couldn't help laughing at himself, his mood at the moment was no different from when he took the college entrance examination. I'm going to go to the editorial office in a while to hand over my first xiao, and I'm really a little nervous.

When he arrived at the editorial office, he cleaned up as usual, boiled water and made tea for everyone, and then Ge Wen sat in his seat, took a deep breath, tried to hold the movement in his heart, handed his manuscript to Uncle Li, and said, "Uncle Li, this is a short story I wrote, can you help me read it?" Then he looked at Uncle Li's reaction in horror.

"Oh? You wrote it yourself? Uncle Li cupped his eyes up and raised his interest. Govin was very satisfied with the work at this stage of the editorial department, and the most important thing was that the review was very fast, and there were basically no mistakes in the past two days. Just in the morning, Director Gao also asked Gowen to be in charge of the preliminary examination on his behalf from today onwards.

"Well, I've written a short story these nights when I'm fine." Govyn smirked.

Smiling and taking the manuscript handed over by Gowen, Uncle Li read it carefully, and after a few minutes, Uncle Li raised his head and looked at Xiao Ran, with an encouraging look in his eyes. "Your Xiao said that you wrote well!"

Gorwin held back the ecstasy in his heart and hurriedly asked, "Can that be listed in Harvest magazine?" ”

"Harvest, it's not good yet." Uncle Li's eyes showed deep regret, and he vetoed Gowen's question.

Like a basin of cold water poured on his head, Govin's heart suddenly became cold. It turns out that I have worked hard for so long and still have no progress, maybe I don't have the talent to write.

Sullenly, Govin began to doubt himself.

Fortunately, Uncle Li's smiling voice knocked Gowen's suspicion into the abyss: "Hehe, don't be discouraged. Just because you can't see it in Harvest magazine doesn't mean it can't be in other magazines."

"Oh, how do you say?" Uncle Li's voice is undoubtedly heavenly, and Govin really has a feeling of surviving after the catastrophe now.

I heard Uncle Li say: "Your writing is very good, and the biggest highlight is that this story is very bizarre and refreshing." But Harvest magazine is a magazine that adheres to a pure stance and will not publish this type of article. However, if you submit it to other magazines, you should be able to watch it. ”

After listening to Uncle Li's explanation, Govin was first happy, and then a little lost. When I wrote xiao, I had the idea of being on the table in "Harvest" magazine, or subconsciously I still had the fantasy of wanting Ba Lao to give me some guidance, but now "Harvest" doesn't, obviously there is a gap with his expectations.

"Well, I see." Gowen's tone was not very happy.

"Ha, don't be discouraged, after all, this is just your first article, and it's good to have this result." Uncle Li looked at Ge Wenwu's appearance and comforted.

"Thank you, Uncle Li, for your advice." Gowen was a little embarrassed to be so out of shape in front of Uncle Li.

"Isn't there a large number of Chinese and foreign periodicals and magazines in the editorial department, like the Courier, Art and the like, you can take a look, only those who read more are wise and thoughtful people." Uncle Li thought for a moment and then continued, "In addition, you live near Fudan University, you can often go to the university library to have a look, which will help you." Just read a lot and think a lot, and I'm sure you'll soon be able to write an article that will be featured in Harvest magazine. ”

Library? Yes, when you're bored, isn't the library a place to spend your time?

Hearing Uncle Li's construction, Gowen's first thought was actually to have fun, and I have to say that this guy is really a little heartless.

After thanking Uncle Li, Govin finished the work at hand and hurriedly rushed out of the editorial office.

In Shanghai in the 8o, the source of the whole circle was on Julu Road. There are luxuriant plane trees growing on both sides of the road, and in the shade of the trees, the quaint European-style xiao buildings stand quietly there, allowing the rain and wind to blow. On these quiet and lazy buildings, most of Shanghai's newspapers and magazines gathered together, and one by one dreams from all over the country gathered here with letters, and then reborn in newspapers and magazines spread throughout the country.

"Folk" is a popular xiao magazine, although it is not as well-known as "Harvest", but it also has sales of Xiaoxiao, and the editorial office of this magazine is also on Julu Road.

Ge Wen looked at the manuscript in his hand, and cheered himself up in his heart, Uncle Li said that this xiao said that it had reached the level of Cheng Dù. So, I wasn't nervous at all.

Just what if it's rejected?

For some reason, the apprehension in Govyn's heart couldn't be suppressed.

The ugly daughter-in-law had to see her in-laws at last, and Govin took a deep breath and walked into the quiet Xiao building in front of him.

On the second floor of the Xiao Building is the editorial office of Folk, and there is a lively laughter in several rooms, and it seems that the office style of this editorial office is somewhat similar to that of their magazine, which is completely different from the quiet of the editorial office of Harvest.

Govin walked back and forth, and suddenly it dawned on him that he didn't know where to go. Gritting his teeth, he knocked directly on the room with the sign "Editor-in-Chief's Office".

A middle-aged man's voice came from the office: "Please come in!" ”

Upon hearing this, Govyn pushed Mén away, and saw a man with a sparse head and wide-rimmed glasses sitting behind a desk on the right side of the room, and he was hunched over the desk writing something.

He must be the editor-in-chief, Govin guessed in his heart.

At this time, the middle-aged man raised his head, then looked at the stranger in Mén's mouth with suspicious eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Are you looking for me?" ”

Govin smiled and took a few steps forward: "Are you the editor-in-chief of "Folk"? ”

Hearing Gowen's inquiry, and seeing Gowen holding a few pieces of letter paper in his hand, the middle-aged man immediately judged the origin of the other party: this is a very brave contributor, who directly found him with the manuscript. This kind of thing is very common, and it is not uncommon for young people with dreams of writing to come to him to deliver their manuscripts. It's just that most of these young people are crazy enthusiasts, and the level of writing is not enough. It's okay once or twice, but it's too many times, and it really affects the work!

Although the middle-aged man was a little impatient in his heart, he still smiled and said: "Yes, I am Wang Zhiyuan, the editor-in-chief of "Folk", you are here to contribute, right?" ”

Ge Wen glanced down at the manuscript in his hand, then raised his head and looked at Wang Zhiyuan confidently and said, "Well, I wrote a 6,000-word short story and wanted to vote for "Folk". ”

Wang Zhiyuan stood up and walked out from behind the desk, while motioning for Govin to sit down on the sand opposite, while pouring him a cup of tea, and then sat down next to Govin, took the manuscript paper handed over by Govin, glanced at it and said, "Oh...... Your name is Govyn, and the young man is very confident! ”

Gewen said: "Editor-in-chief Wang, I know it's a bit reckless to come to you directly, but I am very confident in this short story, can you show me it in person?" ”

"Folk" can break out from so many similar magazines across the country, and a large part of the credit must be attributed to its editor-in-chief Wang Zhiyuan. Wang Zhiyuan is full of enthusiasm for his work, he has a keen ability to observe the market, it is he who positioned "Folk" from "creating a pure magazine belonging to the masses" to "a magazine that the masses like to see", just a difference between the word "pure", so that "Folk" came back to life, striding forward in the early stage of reform and opening up, and won the love of the masses.

In addition, Wang Zhiyuan is also good at digging and encouraging newcomers. At this time, hearing Govine's explanation, he couldn't help but hold his glasses and said with a smile: "Okay, I want to see where your confidence comes from." ”

Seeing Wang Zhiyuan lower his head to look at his xiao, under Gewen's calm appearance, his heart couldn't help but jump hard.

Wang Zhiyuan looked very carefully, Xiao said that he was deeply attracted from the beginning, the writing is very good, and the story is different from ordinary manuscripts, which makes people's eyes bright. Xiao said that the short story of just over 6,000 words had been read for about ten minutes.

After reading the whole article, Wang Zhiyuan put the manuscript on his knees, looked at Gewen and smiled: "Sure enough, you have a confident confidence, I have to say, your writing skills are good, this xiao is also very jīngcai, and the ending of the story is even more unexpected, I guess readers will like it very much." ”

Govin heard the meaning of Wang Zhiyuan's words, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then said: "You complimented me, in fact, I am also an editor, although I am a trainee editor. ”

"Oh?" Wang Zhiyuan was interested, "Then which magazine do you work for?" ”

"The Harvest."

"Young people have a lot of promise, yes. This manuscript of yours is very innovative, I think it will be on the next issue of "Folk"! ”

Although it had been confirmed, but hearing Wang Zhiyuan's words with his own ears, Gewen's heart was still a little moved, and he stood up and bowed to Wang Zhiyuan: "Comrade Editor-in-Chief, thank you!" ”

"Haha, you're welcome, I hope I can often see your xiao in "Folk" in the future." Wang Zhiyuan raised his eyes and smiled cheerfully.