As the editor-in-charge of Spring Publishing House, Chen Du looked at the time helplessly, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, and he was in a hurry to go on a date with his girlfriend, but today was the Double Festival and there was still no holiday.

As usual, there are many submissions every day, and there are many unfamiliar submissions sent by email, which is not very worthy of attention.

Once the publisher sets the tone of a certain period, it generally makes the other author more sure of the style, main points and themes of the required text through the form of manuscript request, so as to create works that are more suitable for the market.

And those well-known authors will communicate with TQ first, and then send it through email and TQ synchronously.

Therefore, if you want to find good works in this kind of simple email submission, it is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Chen Du looked at the time again, it was ten o'clock, and the time when he was dating his girlfriend was five thirty, which was originally the time to get off work, so he had to ask for leave early.

Just when he was inadvertent, he saw a submission of "The Legend of Wukong", with the subject still writing "I want this day, and I can't cover my eyes anymore." If you want this land, you can't bury my heart anymore. I want all living beings to understand what I mean. I want all the Buddhas to disappear! ”

And in the following line, it is added: "Author: Ye Li, fourteen years old. ”

Chen Du's eyes lit up: "This article is not bad, and it is pointed out that the author is a fourteen-year-old boy, and he can create gimmicks, this author seems to be very smart." ”

He opened the document.

Seeing the beginning of the work, Chen Du's eyes lit up: "This is a very humorous story, although it is borrowed from the classics of Journey to the West, but the writing is very concise." ”

He began to pay attention, and instead of looking at the ten lines, he began to read word by word.

Gradually, he was moved by the story, he saw loneliness and resistance, and when he saw the paragraph "There was once a sincere feeling in front of me", his heart was suddenly shocked.

In this way, until the scene of Zuihou, when he saw Sun Wukong raising the golden hoop stick, his heart was full of anticipation.

It's just that when he pulled down again, he suddenly saw the next three words: "The full text is over".

"What? That's it? This doesn't make sense! Can't you write it out? This style of theme, this kind of writing, but I have never seen it! ”

Chen Du felt that he was an unusually cheating father, and finally saw a good draft, but the result was actually such an ending.

Suddenly, he was unusually decadent: "Some time ago, I got a novel with Zhu Bajie as the protagonist, and I thought it was well written, and when I recommended it, I was scolded by the editor-in-chief, saying that it should be in line with the mainstream, that it must have the editor's own aesthetics, and that it must be able to judge the market alone, and there can be no problems on any topics...... And this novel looks good, the kind of cry in the heart, the kind of loneliness is also good, but this kind of ending, I'm afraid that the consequences will be worrying, and it will cause negative effects......"

"If you think about it carefully, the mysterious words in front of you, as a child, may be a pile of words, although I think it's good, but the reader may not be able to appreciate it, and even say that it is moaning without illness, right?"

Chen Du, who was criticized by the editor-in-chief series, lost his judgment for a while.

Then he wrote his rejection words: "Thank you for your letter, and I am glad to see your high-quality submission." It is a pity that your work cannot meet the publishing needs at this stage, thank you for your submission, and you will take the initiative to contact you if you have the opportunity to cooperate with it another day. Due to the busy editorial work, we are unable to reply to the detailed rejection comments, please forgive me. Your editor, Chen Du. ”

"But this kid is a potential stock...... You have to get a good relationship...... "Thinking of this, Chen Du wanted to continue to write something, but suddenly found that the time on the computer was already 17:20.

"Oh my God, it's too late...... Chen Du was suddenly messy, he didn't want to be late, go home and kneel on the keyboard. He immediately clicked on the email to send, and said to the editor next to him, "Xiaolin, I'll help me turn off the computer later." By the time he finished speaking, he had already gone outside the office and asked for leave from the editor-in-chief's office.

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That evening, the capital city Huayue community. A mobile phone rang suddenly: "If life ends here, there is no me from now on, I will find an angel to love you for me." ”

Fourteen-year-old girl Xue Ting picked up the phone.

She was wearing close-fitting jeans, blue running shoes, and a bright and quirky smile on her face: "Hey? This is the ...... of Xueting Cottage."

“…… I'm looking at you from the moon, since the good man on shijie is extinct, I can only look for it on the moon......" Xue Ting gently pinched the white freshwater pearl earrings on her earlobe, and the silver light on them overflowed.

“…… Evening party? No, it's been two episodes of you zuihou from the moon at night......" she explained slowly, hung up the phone, shook her head and said to herself, "What's there to get together with a group of their children?" It's so pleasant to read a book and listen to a song at home. ”

She suddenly remembered the ringtone of her mobile phone she had just set, and said to herself: "But that natural boy is still quite interesting, if you can see it, it must be interesting to tease him!" ”

Suddenly my stomach growled.

She walked out of the room with her baby bear slippers, deliberately making her footsteps loud, and then knocked on the next room: "Mommy, if you don't cook, your daughter will be abducted and pulled away by others!" ”

"Who is so bold? Abducted you, abducted by you, it's almost the same. Mother Mo Bing glanced at the new theme "The Legend of Wukong" on the mailbox, shook her head, and thought to herself that it was another fan, and this kind of theme was difficult to publish......

She stretched her waist lazily, walked out of the room, and looked at the baby bear shoes on Xue Ting's feet: "You didn't break the shoes, did you?" I worked so hard to get it back for you, and you've worn out three pairs of shoes this month......"

"What kind of mother, is your daughter more important than your shoes?" Xue Ting took a step forward and put her little face in her mother's arms: "Wilting, it's so fragrant!" ”

"Don't rub the oil! Besides, wilting is the abbreviation between lovers! Some time ago, you watched a TV series and went crazy, and you started to use words again. Although Mo Bing said this, he did not push his daughter away, but picked her up, and then walked to the kitchen: "How about chicken and mushroom soup?" It's your favorite food. ”

"Long live Wilt! Wilt is a hundred times more perfect than Professor Du on the moon. I'm going to get butter. Xue Ting happily went to take out the butter.

"Moon, it's the moon again......" Mo Bing shook his head helplessly: "There was a news recently, there was a girl who talked about how good and good the protagonists in "You from the Moon" taught how good and how good, and said that her boyfriend was not as high as he was and not romantic enough, but her boyfriend quarreled with her, and she almost committed suicide by jumping into the river. Tingting, be careful of going crazy. Okay, mom is going to cook, you go and get busy with yours. ”

"Not really." Xue Ting stuck out her tongue and said in a "woo-woo" sound: "Wilt dislikes me for being clumsy." ”

"How can you give it?" Mo Bing was talking, and when she looked back, she found that Xiao Xueting had already run towards her bedroom.

"This little girl, she still likes to rub my bed......" Mo Bing smiled slightly, suddenly stared, and sighed softly: "This child, I'm sorry for her......"

Xue Ting gently rubbed into her mother's room, and then threw herself on the bed, rebounding heavily, which was extremely warm.

For a long time, for a long time, she swept her gaze to a portrait of a man on the wall, and suddenly closed her eyes.

"Daddy, I miss you."

Then she opened her eyes and suddenly inadvertently saw the subject of the email on the computer desk: "The Legend of Wukong".

"It's the same person again, there's nothing to look at......" It's just the next moment, she suddenly saw that the theme was clearly written: "Author Ye Li, fourteen years old." ”

"Oh my God, you're the same age as me, and you're writing?" Xue Ting's eyes widened in disbelief: "This is also an exaggeration, it must be written miserably!" ”

She made up her mind decisively, and then shook her head: "With my mother's character, receiving a work with no bright spots, it will definitely put forward a lot of shortcomings, which will make him completely lose his desire to write." ”

Instead, she opened the email, opened the attachment, and began to browse through it.

Slowly, she noticed that although it was not directly stated in the novel, it made people feel lonely.

"A different kind of loneliness, the wind chimes that Sun Wukong gave to Zixia are so lonely......" Xue Ting muttered to herself.

I thought it was a child's graffiti, but gradually, she was fascinated by the novel. She was gradually moved by the Monkey King inside.

"Anyone has seen Sun Wukong's rebellion and his divine might, but no one has ever written about Sun Wukong's loneliness like this. It turns out that this loneliness can be written so wonderfully. And the wind chimes that Sun Wukong added to Zixia are so lonely......" Xue Ting muttered to herself.

Just when she finally developed a strong desire to read, she heard her mother calling her outside to eat.

"Huh?" She quickly glanced at the document, and found that she had only read four or five chapters, and only saw less than a quarter, and suddenly she pulled the document like lightning, and passed it directly from the TQ that her mother was hanging on to her TQ, and then drooped her slippers and quickly pounced: "Little wilt is here!" ”

At that moment, an incredible thought surged in her heart: "Is this author really only fourteen years old, the same age as me?" His story, his state of mind and his own fit so well. Compared to my peers, I think they are superficial and unwilling to contact them, and I am also lonely...... And what kind of person is this Ye Li? ”

She had a burning urge to finish the novel, and even her favorite chicken and mushroom soup was a little tasteless.

The mother next to her looked at her absent-mindedness, and couldn't help but show a surprised expression, and said in her heart: "Could it be that this child ...... Yes, she was thinking about her father. At this moment, Mo Bing was silent, no longer asking, and felt a strong apology in his heart.