Yu Bai returned to Qiaoping County, to the land where he was born and raised. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the day he returned, it was still Zhao Xueman who greeted him.

As usual, the two walked on the side of the street in the late summer wind.

"I thought it would be a few days before you came back."

"It was supposed to take a few days, but I finished things early and came back early."

"Not going?"

"I'm not going."

Yu Bai felt a little helpless in his heart, but there was an inviolable relief in his tone.

Yes, all the way from the new concept of the original competition, it may be that for Yu Bai in his previous life, this experience is fresh, and the names that come in one after another are even more dazzling, but in the final analysis, this is not what Yu Bai wants. Even though he is happy on the surface, he is actually tired in his heart.

Just like now, when he said the three words "can't go", the smile he showed was from the bottom of his heart.

Although there are still regrets, he has done his best.

"Are you still resting?"

Yu Bai listened to the voice and looked in the direction Zhao Xueman pointed.

It was a chair not far from the station, and the last time they came back from Cheongsam City, the two sat on this chair, and they had their first conflict since their relationship.

Although it has been resolved, time turns back, and when he sees it again, Yu Bai nodded subconsciously.

"It's okay to sit down."

In this way, the two faced the sunset and sat side by side on the bench, surrounded by flowers, and the breeze blowing willows in the distance.

……

Yu Bai, who returned to Qiaoping County, couldn't have expected it, and the end he thought was just the beginning.

Just after Pu Lizi left from Fan Youwei with the original manuscript of the dead literature, he immediately contacted his classmate Zhou Chao, who was working as an editor of the Changsam City Literature and Art Newspaper.

"Brother help me send a manuscript."

"No problem! Who is with whom of our brothers, and I can still trust your writing, you send me the manuscript, and I will try my best to arrange it. ”

Zhou Chao on the other end of the phone agreed, but this time Pu Lizi was not like in the past, he hung up the phone after agreeing, but turned his head and said.

"No, it's not my manuscript, it's a friend of mine. And, I hope to report it tomorrow, and it's a front-page headline. ”

"You're crazy!" Maybe because of the unit, this voice was a little loud, which disturbed the colleagues next to him, so Zhou Chao immediately covered the microphone and continued, "It's not buddy, what friend asked you to take care of it so much, and I will report it tomorrow and return the headlines on the front page." Boss, I'm just a small review editor, and I don't have that much ability. ”

"Of course I know, but this time it has nothing to do with any friends, but with the entire Chinese literary world." Urariko's words are sonorous.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll send you the e-mail now, and you'll understand when you read it."

Then Pu Lizi hung up the phone and sent the electronic manuscript through the mailbox.

Soon after, he contacted a newspaper editor he had met who had attended an event at the Shanghai Writers' Association.

The electronic manuscript was sent in the same way.

In this way, Pu Lizi contacted more than a dozen people in less than an hour, and there were newspapers and magazines of all sizes across the country.

All that remains is to wait, and there is no doubt that Urariko has been happy during this time of waiting.

Because he could fully imagine the reaction of those people after reading the manuscript, and even more so the admiration they could give after reading it.

It's just that what worries him is whether the manuscript can pass the review of the respective editors-in-chief, and whether it can be finalized and distributed as soon as possible.

Location, Editorial Department of Changshan City Literature and Art Newspaper.

When Zhou Chao received the manuscript sent by Pu Lizi by email, according to his previous habits, he always had to wait until after work to find time to read it.

Because in the past, Pu Lizi would also let him submit manuscripts from time to time, but that purpose was just to earn a few manuscript fees, and it was the first time like today.

So Zhou Chao had a different mood, downloaded the document, put down the work at hand, and couldn't wait to open the manuscript.

In front of my eyes are these eight big characters, "Literature is dead, there is something to burn paper!" ”

Zhou Chao frowned slightly, because he was not an author, at best a literary worker.

So when I suddenly saw this exaggerated article, the first feeling was not shock, but boredom, because too many people are selling dog meat on sheep's heads, and too many people are proud of themselves.

However, after only reading a few lines, Zhou Chao's rickety body unconsciously straightened his waist, and even his left hand subconsciously pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the index finger of his right hand had been removed from the pulley of the mouse, because he could already have a hunch that this was a rather heavyweight article.

He needs to read it word by word, he needs to read it carefully.

Place the mouse on the rightmost vertical bar and pull it down little by little.

The content was also presented in front of Zhou Chao's eyes little by little.

However, the nature of the literary worker determines that he sees a different scene from Pu Riko.

Because what he saw was not an indictment of a best-selling author in the current literary world, but an almost explosive news that was about to be born in his hands, it felt like he had sneaked into an unknown country and then taken a few photographs, which were enough to make the name of his Zhou dynasty known to the whole of China.

After reading the full text, Zhou Chao exhaled heavily, this breath was held in his heart for a long time, and he had no time to spit it out from the beginning of reading this article until now.

Immediately after, Zhou Chao had forgotten to inform Pu Lizi of the results, but directly printed out the manuscript with a printer, and then ran into the editor-in-chief's office in a hurry.

The excited Zhou Dynasty thought that this explosive manuscript would definitely be important by the editor-in-chief and would be arranged on the front page of tomorrow, but what was the result?

……

"Dude, I'm sorry, the editor-in-chief said, the article will not be hired, I can't help it, I really can't help it."

Zhou Chao replied.

"Damn, what a bad newspaper, such a good article is not used, it is not published, it is simply a dog, Lao Tzu is gone."

The second person said to Pu Lizi so angrily.

The editor-in-chief actually asked who gave me the manuscript, and said that Yu Bai had been banned by all his peers. What the hell is going on, how can Yu Bai be banned? ”

“……”

It wasn't until an hour later that all the people contacted by Urariko replied in the same way that they refused.

For a while, Pu Lizi wanted to fight a hard battle, tired and breathless, tired and sweaty.

"How so...... How so...... Could it be that the teacher did it? It can't be, it won't. ”

Although Pu Lizi didn't believe it, Fan Youwei's performance today was really abnormal, and he knew more or less about his past.

For a while, there was the same loss as Yu Bai.

But it didn't take long for Pu Lizi to turn over, look at the manuscript in her hand, stuff it into her bag, and go out.

That's right, he didn't give up, but he wanted to find a media that would not be influenced, find a place where there was still a sense of justice, and then let a voice come out.

People's Daily!

This is the only place that comes to Ura's mind.

Half an hour later, Urariko stepped on the train heading north.

……

When Pu Lizi asked for help to no avail, and went north, all over the country, wherever the literary dead had visited, there was a gust of white wind and sand.

Changsam City Literature and Art Newspaper, "Hey, have you read the manuscript that Zhou Chao gave you just now?" ”

"I've seen it for a long time! Not to mention, Yu Bai's writing is really good. ”

"What is not bad, if you want me to say, it is simply a strange image of the current literary world, but later it is said that Wang Tansheng was framed, which is a bit of a personal preference."

"Don't talk about these useless things, why don't you hire the editor-in-chief, I think it's good, if the front page headlines tomorrow, if nothing else, it will definitely cause a sensation, maybe our newspaper sales can be raised."

"Who knows, there are some things that we may not be qualified to know."

"That's a shame."

……

Suzhou Literature Daily, "Do you know that Yu Bai was banned? ”

"Which Yubai?"

"It's the one who wrote 'Triple Gate'."

"Why are you blocking?"

"Look at this."

"Literature is dead, there is something to burn paper. Damn, he really dared to write. ”

"No, this kind of thing, just say it in private, he not only writes it, but also wants to publish it in the newspaper."

"Then isn't he killing himself, who will send it out, and what Cao Qianchen is involved, heh? Didn't this person drink with our president at some event some time ago? ”

"It's a pity for Yu Bai."

“……”

Location, People's Daily, Jintai West Road, Beijing City.

After the trek, Urariko came to what he thought was feasible.

Like a martyr, Pu Lizi walked into the newspaper office without hesitation with the manuscript in her hand.

But before he had taken a few steps, he was stopped by a young man with a few newspapers.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Looking for whom? I'm looking for you Qian Dexu Qian as editor-in-chief. ”

"Looking for money editor-in-chief? He's not here, so come back another day. ”

"Not there? I have something to do. ”

"It's okay to do anything, Editor-in-Chief Qian has gone out for a meeting, let's come back tomorrow."

"Then can I keep this manuscript and wait for the editor-in-chief to come back and transfer it to him on my behalf."

"Give it to me."

However, after Pu Lizi left, the young man left the manuscript in a corner where no one paid attention to it.

"It's funny, I really think I'm a wrist, and I see whoever I meet."

Of course, Pu Lizi didn't know that Qian Dexu didn't go to the meeting, and the manuscript that he handed over on his behalf was also discarded.

But fate is fair, although Pu Lizi did not get what she wanted to see the editor-in-chief, and the manuscript was even more abandoned.

But this handwritten manuscript by Yu Bai was inadvertently discovered by an old employee of a newspaper.

When he picked it up, as if reading an after-dinner book, he wanted to relax, but he was suddenly attracted by the title on it, so he paid attention.

"Literature is dead, there is something to burn paper...... Author, Yu Bai! ”

……

In this way, Yu Bai reappeared again in a different posture in a way he could not have imagined, in corners of the country.

And this reappearance, whether it will disappear completely, or break and stand, no one knows.

Everything seems to be like the night before dawn, making people unable to see their fingers, making people unable to explore the light.

But there are things to look forward to, because any dawn will usher in the rising sun, and any dark corner will be shrouded in the hot sun.

And Yu Bai may appear in people's field of vision in another posture like this rising sun.