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The movie came to an end, and with Mo Ziqi at the end of the hand, Lin Jing was able to concentrate on revising "Ocean Age", and finally at the end of the summer vacation, "Ocean Age" was revised and sent out.

Ming Pao Industrial Center, Editorial Department of Ming Pao Monthly.

When you enter the door of the editorial office of "Ming Pao Monthly", the first thing that catches your eye is the three words of independence, freedom, and tolerance.

Although Li Jun is just a courier, every time he sends a package here, he always has a special sense of enthusiasm in his heart when he sees these six big characters. He knew that these three words were the founding creed of "Bright Moon", but it was a pity that he was just a small courier.

If my family had been well-off and I had been able to study hard, I might not have been able to be an editor, sitting in the office reviewing and writing manuscripts, instead of running around in the wind and rain like now......

"Mr. Li, Mr. Li?"

"Oh, well, sorry, I just remembered something and got distracted." Li Jun, who was in a trance, heard the scream, came back to his senses, touched the back of his head, and smiled apologetically.

"It's all here, aren't they?" Fang Hua, the front desk clerk, pointed to a pile of packages on the table and asked.

"Yes, please sign your name on the receipt above." Li Jun nodded and replied.

After completing all the package signing, Li Jun walked out of the editorial office easily, but deep down he was a little heavy.

"Editor-in-Chief Dong." Fang Hua, who was sorting out the package, saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses in his trousers and shirt come over and called out respectfully.

The editor-in-chief of Dong is Dong Qiao, who took over the position of editor-in-chief of Hu Juren's "Ming Pao Monthly". Being able to serve as the editor-in-chief of a magazine like Ming Pao Monthly, which is known for its literary, academic, cultural, and ideological connotations, Dong Qiao will naturally not play a small role.

He grew up in Nanyang and then went to university in Taiwan. He then studied at the School of Oriental and African Studies, University of London, for many years, studying both Chinese and Western. He has a very similar experience to Gu Hongming, a big man in the late Qing Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, but it is different from Gu Hongming's wild pride in summarizing his life as "four oceans", "born in the South Seas, studied in the West, married in the East, and Shi in the North Seas". Dong Qiao's temperament, like his writing, pursues the ancient meaning and timelessness, and the expression is gentle. Pride hidden under mildness.

In many people's evaluations, there are two prose masters in Hong Kong, one is Li Bihua and the other is Dong Qiao.

Dong Qiao himself is always proud of his words. He once said, "I've been doing solid and practical work for decades. I have lived with integrity for decades, and I have counted every word, and I have lived up to every word that signed my name. ”

From Lu Xun's Xiaokai, Zhitang's poems, Hu Shi's few works, to Yu Dafu's residual wine, Lin Yutang's tobacco, and Xu Zhimo's scarf. Liang Shiqiu's glasses, Zhang Ailing's clip.

"The mottled memories and the vast nostalgia at the bottom of the pen. Occasionally, a little bit of poetry oozed out of it. ”

"The window bamboo shakes the shadow, the young scene of the wild spring dripping inkstone lingers, the era of computer keyboard typing literature is coming, and what I yearn for is still the green curtain Gu Mountain, the romance of enjoying the flowers in the red sun."

Of course, there are also people who can't get used to Dong Qiao's pride. He sarcastically said that there are also rough men in the Northeast who are famous for writing youth and beautiful essays, and I heard that these rough men take a bath once every three weeks in winter and once every two weeks in summer, with smelly armpits and heavy nose hair. They opened their mouths and said, "There was a light rosy rain in the purple sky, and I fell off the horizontal bar, and I saw the stars first, and then I saw you." ”

Dong Qiao couldn't hear these sarcastic words.

"Well, these are all today's contributions?" He asked, pointing to the package.

"Mostly." Fang Hua hurriedly said.

"Lao Dong, it seems that there will be a lot of work in the past few days, this month is really not easy, a handful of old bones are stiff." The one who spoke was a middle-aged man who was more than 1.8 meters tall and as strong as a bear. Although there was a complaining meaning in his words, his tone was hearty.

"Eddie Zhang." Fang Hua saw the person coming and shouted.

The person who came is the deputy editor-in-chief of "Ming Pao Monthly", named Zhang Lilai, who is five big and three thick, and his name is also very tacky, but he does an elegant job.

Zhang Lilai waved his hand and signaled her to do her own thing.

"Lao Zhang, it's not that you don't know the situation during the summer vacation." Dong Qiao said with a smile.

At this time of year, the editorial office receives more manuscripts than usual, and everyone is used to it.

"I'll see what's good, don't always be the bullshit, the garbage that makes people can't eat." Obviously, Lao Zhang has read too much text garbage recently, so much so that he is angry.

"When the waves sweep the sand, there will always be gold." Dong Qiao said with a smile.

"Huh, Lin Jing?" Zhang Lilai flipped through a pile of manuscripts, and suddenly noticed a familiar name "Lin Jing", and muttered, "It can't be that Lin Jing, right?" ”

"What Lin Jing?" Dong Qiao saw the strangeness on Zhang Lilai's face and asked.

"Don't you know Lin Jing?" Zhang Lilai

"Which Lin Jing?" Dong Qiao wondered.

"A teenage girl." Zhang Li replied casually, and then took the package containing the manuscript.

"A teenage girl? That Lin Jing who writes martial arts novels, writes historical readings, and talks about the Three Kingdoms? Dong Qiao got Zhang Lilai's reminder, but he remembered it.

Although he has not been in contact with this little girl named Lin Jing, he has heard from Mr. Cha (Jin Yong) from Lao Zhang from his colleagues, and it is rumored that she is a very talented girl.

"Well, but that was all last year, and this year she seems to be busy reading and writing scripts, and thought she was going to be silent for a while."

Anyone who is engaged in writing knows that writing an article is the most consuming thing. Lin Jing only carried out a saturation bombing last year, and most of this year has passed, except for an English children's novel, no groundbreaking works have come out, everyone thinks that she is "Jiang Lang is exhausted", and some people even sighed: After all, she is too young and her background is not deep enough.

Feeling the heaviness of the package in his hand, Zhang Lilai sighed, "It's quite weighty, I hope your content is as heavy as your weight." ”

The Age of the Rise of Great Powers!

"The rise of a great power, the age of the ocean, so bold, it seems that she still has to write history this time."

Bang!

Zhang Lilai slapped the table hard and praised it: "Sure enough, he is a young man, and he has the momentum to be the first in the world just for this topic." Pointing out the country and inspiring words, there is nothing more than this. ”

His action startled the clerk Fang Hua, and he thought that Zhang Bian was angered by the manuscript again, but he didn't expect that the next sentence would turn around and applaud.

Dong Qiao, who was accustomed to Zhang Lilai's habit, was not frightened, but he was also successfully attracted to it.

"Xiao Fang, bring me a chair, I'm going to sit here and finish reading this manuscript." Zhang Li didn't even raise his head when he said this.

It's an aisle here, people come and go, is it possible that Editor Zhang wants to review the manuscript here, and he really lives up to his strange name as an old monster! Fang Hua was discussing, but his feet were not slow, and he quickly moved two chairs and brought two cups of tea.

Bang!

But she had just moved the chair, and before she could speak, she saw Zhang Bian slap the table again. Fang Hua glanced at the tabletop, she suspected that if she came twice, the table would be smashed by him with his palm.

And then—

After slapping the table, Zhang Bian's applause came again.

"Okay, yes, this is an academic and ideological text, if you can go a little deeper, it may not be impossible to drink like the Book of Han. It seems that Lin Jing, a little girl, is no longer playing with words, and is going to enter the classroom academically. This university is still readable. ”

"Alas, this Lao Zhang, everything is good, he just dances when he sees a good article, as if he is watching a big show." (To be continued!)