The next day, Lian Yunsheng and the rest of the people had already left the hotel and were nowhere to be found. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Li Feiyang wanted to make more friends with them, but he didn't have a chance.

I saw that the lobby that was full of seats yesterday has now become empty again, and the original red carpet, long tables and chairs have been removed.

Sheff's way: "Boss, the character of this Tianhai underground world has great ability. If you want to check our details, it won't take you a day, they are much stronger than our Huang Jinhu in Tang City! ”

Li Feiyang said: "Tianhai City, fish and dragons are mixed, how many heroes have survived here, and it is the city with the most gangs and the most powerful in our Han Kingdom. This is still after the liberation of the government vigorously rectified, plus now the news of the strike hard is tight, there are not a few people who come forward, otherwise, if it is placed in the anti-Japanese period, hehe. At that time, the head of the national army had to give the gang boss some face. What qualifications does Huang Jinhu have to compare with them? ”

Xie Fuzhi didn't know much about these things, and was shocked when he heard this: "At that time, Tianhai was so chaotic? ”

Li Feiyang smiled: "Chaos! It's a mess! There are consulates from all over the world, Western Westerners, Oriental foreigners, all made a fortune here, traitors, lackeys, foreign procurement, all kinds of people gathered here, and I don't know how many joys and sorrows have been staged. Of course, at that time, it was also a time when there were many talented people, and many heroes and heroes had worked hard in this ten-mile foreign field. ”

Sheff said: "Boss, we haven't heard anything about what you said." ”

Li Feiyang said: "Nowadays, the social information is not smooth, people have less culture and more suffering, in a few years, the economy will go up, and the social control will not be so strict, and the past will naturally be told by someone, so what, isn't there a saying, history is written by the people after all, and there will always be someone to restore the truth of history." ”

Xie Fuzhi asked, "Then where are we going now?" ”

Li Feiyang smiled: "Of course we are going to play!" It's hard to come to Tianhai, naturally you want to have a good time for a few days, and now Master Liu should also arrive, let's take a good look around Tianhai City, you take the camera, right? Take a few more photos, take them back to Dongsheng and show them, and slander them! ”

Xie Fuzhi smiled: "I have already prepared the camera, and I have taken several rolls of film." ”

Li Feiyang waved his hand and said, "Then what are you talking about?" Let's go! ”

The two of them played in Tianhai City for two days, during which Lian Yunsheng instructed his subordinates to send Li Feiyang some Tianhai specialties, and at the same time asked the person in charge of the hotel where they were to provide them with the best service for three meals a day.

Ye Xiangbei was busy with work, and he didn't come to see him off until the third day when Li Feiyang and the two were going back.

He specially asked people to buy some local souvenirs, as well as Tianhai's famous pastries and caramel candy, packed a few large boxes, sent them to the train station, and directly consigned them to Tangcheng.

After all, Lian Yunsheng is the ancestor of Sanhe, and his seniority is amazing, and the day before yesterday he was able to lower his body to meet Li Feiyang and Xie Fuzhi, the two juniors, because of the face of Huang Ye and Huang Jinhu on the three provincial highways in central and southern China.

But he also said something, and instructed his subordinates to buy some snacks and fruits, wind chicken, bacon, all kinds of dried fish, sea rice and other sea specialties, scattered almost a few hundred catties, and they were also directly consigned to Tang City for Li Feiyang.

During the few days that Li Feiyang and Xie Fuzhi were in Tianhai, the literary world of the Han Kingdom quarreled because of Li Feiyang's novel "Red Sorghum".

When Huang Zhengnong handed this novel to Mr. Wang Bubu, the editor-in-chief of "Youth Literature", he specifically pointed out: "Mr. Wang, this novel is a little different from the novels written by current writers, and the style is a bit... Huang Zhengnong scratched his head, organized his language, and said, "How to say it?" It's just that the style of this novel is a bit rough, or a little wild, or a little rough, anyway, it's very different from the current novel! The impact is still quite large. ”

The king didn't know, "Oh? Is it Feiyang's work? At a young age, short stories are wonderfully written, and even medium-length novels can be written? It can't be a martial arts novel, right? I know that Feiyang-san has submitted a few martial arts novels to your magazine. Hahaha. ”

Huang Zhengnong smiled: "How can it? I have always been very clear, our magazine only publishes serialized martial arts stories, pure literary works, or you are the most suitable here. My father also read Feiyang's novel, and he appreciated it unabashedly, and I think Mr. Wang should appreciate it carefully. ”

Wang Buzhi smiled and said, "Even Mr. Huang is interested in this novel? Then I'll have to take a good look at it. ”

Huang Zhengnong said: "Then put it here for you first, how about you take a look first?" Not up to publication standards? ”

Wang Bubu said: "Put it here first, I'll take a look at it first." ”

Huang Zhengnong didn't say much, and left.

The next day, Wang Buyi took the manuscript of "Red Sorghum", came to the editorial office, and knocked on the table: "Everyone, I received a medium-length novel from Feiyang yesterday, a very good novel, everyone read it, and after reading it, they all gave their opinions. ”

The staff of the editorial department were all curious, Li Feiyang and they all knew about it, and the personnel who compiled the textbooks of the Ministry of Education recently came to the club to look for Li Feiyang's manuscripts, saying that they wanted to select his articles into the textbooks for middle school students, which surprised everyone, but they felt that it should be so.

With Li Feiyang's short stories, he is indeed qualified to enter the Chinese textbooks for middle school students.

Today, when the editor-in-chief Wang didn't know how to take out the manuscript of this novella so solemnly, everyone surrounded him curiously.

There is only one copy of the manuscript, and a few people are not enough to read it, so Wang Buzhi said: "Divide it into several parts, and one person will take a look at it." ”

So everyone split the manuscript, and one person took a chapter and sat back to read it.

After a short time, the voices of several editors came: "The narrative of this novel is a bit unusual!" ”

"Very peculiar perspective!"

"The writing is brutal but very tense!"

"There are not enough details, but the feelings are sincere and moving!"

"The language is very unique, the author has his own unique narrative style, and the written language is very individual!"

"It's a bit deviant, but it has its own unique charm!"

"The sense of picture is very strong, the scene is strongly highlighted, and it is a masterpiece!"

There was a lot of discussion in the office, and the people who read the book were a little shocked by the content of the manuscript and the way of literary expression, and they were a little difficult to hold on, and they spoke one after another.

Wang Bu knocked on the table and said, "Quiet! Be quiet! You've all finished reading it? ”

"Not yet, just finished reading a chapter!"

"I just finished reading a chapter too!"

"I haven't finished this chapter yet."

“。。。。”

Wang Buzhi said: "After reading the whole book, you can draw conclusions about this book, and it is a bit too early to evaluate it now." ”

The crowd stopped talking and continued to read.

In the afternoon, everyone looked up, rubbed their eyes, and smiled at each other. It seems that everyone has read the manuscript for a day, and their eyes are a little sour.

Wang Buzhi said: "Tell me, how about this book?" ”

Veteran editor Liu Chenghe said: "Very shocking work! The way of expression is peculiar, and the perspective is very different from traditional literature, but it has a strong sense of picture, simple language, and strong description, which is a good article. ”

Someone said: "The style of writing is very rude! It is very different from the previous literary and artistic narrative style, reading this novel has a feeling of drinking spirits outside the cold winter, which makes people's blood boil, and I can't wait to look up to the sky and roar, and I write from Rong, this is a very bloody work. ”

Another humanitarian: "I don't quite accept the author's way of writing, and I feel very uncomfortable. ”

It was a female editor who said this, and everyone expressed their understanding, after all, this novel is a bit rude, subverting everyone's usual literary concepts, and it is normal to not be comfortable with reading.

Everyone talked about their reading feelings, in general, the praise is greater than the disapproval, the praise is much better, and the bad ones only say that they are not suitable, not that the writing is not good.

In the end, Wang Bubu concluded: "A very unique work, shocking to people's hearts, refreshing, it is a masterpiece, let's submit it for approval and publication." ”

After Li Feiyang and Xie Fuzhi returned to Tangcheng, at the gate of the railway station, Huang Jinhu and Lao Hu came to greet them.

Due to the large number of things, Huang Jinhu specially drove a small truck, led a few idle helpers from the train consignment department, moved the gifts consigned by Ye Xiangbei and Lian Yunsheng to the small truck, and pulled his own driver to Li Feiyang's small yard.

On the car that picked up Li Feiyang, Huang Jinhu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said: "Master, I didn't expect that Lian Yunsheng Ancestor would have returned to Shanghai, if I had known, I would have gone to Tianhai with you to meet his old man." ”

Li Feiyang said with a smile: "This time I really owe you a blessing, because you and the thief Lao Huang mentioned me in the letter to Lian Yunsheng Ancestor, and Lian Yunsheng's seniors gave you face and didn't embarrass us." Otherwise, it is estimated that he will be killed again! ”

Huang Jinhu shuddered, the car slammed into a turn, and suddenly stopped, and everyone present was jolted a few times. Frightened, he hurriedly straightened the steering wheel, not daring to distract him.

Xie Fuzhi said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Huang, how are you driving?" It's too dangerous! ”

Huang Jinhu apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, master! It was my negligence! ”

Li Feiyang said: "Pay more attention to the road conditions, there are few cars on the road now, but you can't be careless." ”

Huang Jinhu said: "Yes, yes, I will pay attention." ”

Listening to Li Feiyang's understatement just now, Huang Jinhu was secretly shocked, and said in his heart: "Fortunately, I sent a letter to Lian Yunsheng Ancestor early, and the old man Huang who stole the door also praised this young master in the sky, and it is rare on the ground, otherwise, if Lian Yunsheng didn't put this master in his eyes at all, if he really didn't shoot at him with long eyes, then this fun would be great!" Otherwise, with this young master's murderous nature, it is estimated that the entire Tianhai will be a river of blood! ”

Back at the residence, the tiger had already instructed the workers to carry all the gifts in the pickup truck into the house.

Huang Jinhu drove away, and Zhao Chunjiang and Mark were still in school and have not returned.

Li Feiyang said: "Tiger, take a part of these things and bring them to our house, so that the old people in the family can taste them, and the rest of them will be pulled into the school and given to the teachers and the students in my class. ”

The tiger said: "According to the head, or directly divided into several large parts?" ”

Li Feiyang said: "Let's divide it according to the head, strive for a little bit for one person, it is also a local specialty, and ordinary people can't eat it, so let the students take it home and try it." ”

Although a truckload of things looks like a big pile, if it is really divided into sixty or seventy parts, in fact, one person will not be much.