A smell from the past flows through the memory, and it seems to bring the world of many years ago to the present.

"On the banyan tree by the pond, I know that the sound of summer is screaming, on the swing by the playground, only butterflies stop on it, and the teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still desperately chirping and writing, waiting for the end of class, waiting for the end of school, waiting for the childhood ...... of the game"

Hu Haoyu relaxed his body and lay on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, and nodded his head slightly, very devoted.

"Looking forward to the holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to the childhood of growing up, day after day, year after year, looking forward to the childhood of growing up."

At the end of the song, Hu Haoyu did not wake up from the memories immediately, but muttered slightly.

"No wonder, Zhuozi is so depressed, it seems that I disturbed some kind of conjecture of his. This seems like a spiritual crime! Hehe. ”

The joyful and lilting melody continues.

"Huh? What's going on? Do I have a single song loop? Hu Haoyu opened his eyes, "Another childhood song?" Different lyrics? ”

"Butterflies flutter with the empty swing, bees fly by in the summer afternoon, without me singing happily, the iron gate of the sports field is locked. It's a pity that Mr. is not lazy, there are countless sets of homework after school, and a thousand pounds of schoolbags are full of books......"

"Cantonese? What does this seem to be more than the Chinese language? Hu Haoyu frowned, Cantonese, Hu Haoyu also learned it when he traveled south and north.

"I think it seems like yesterday, and I remember the past in my heart one by one, but unfortunately the day passed too quickly, and my childhood passed like this. Mo laughed at me and remembered that at the beginning, there were bees flying by on a hot summer afternoon, but I didn't want to sing, just like someone deliberately locked inside. In the depths of my heart, I only think of the old days, the childish all kinds of things have changed much today, and the day of the rush has passed too quickly, and the childhood has passed like this. ”

……

"Two childhood songs, each with its own essence!"

Hu Haoyu sighed, sat up straight, opened the document, and turned his thoughts into words.

"It's just a few minutes of song, but it's an eternally carefree innocence that can be reminiscent for a lifetime. There is not a single negative comment, I think everyone has found a shadow of their past in "Childhood", the clear pond, the tall banyan tree, the tireless knowledge, the butterfly on the swing, the stern and kind elementary school teacher, the long summer that has been looking forward to it...... Thank you Lin Feng for your childhood, and thank you for the years we had. ”

"The Cantonese version of childhood, I think Lin Feng's voice is actually sad behind it, but who at this age can not have a strange resonance from it, nostalgic for the sentimentality of childhood, it turns out that we are really old."

I stopped thinking about it, and instead of continuing to convert, I transferred this text to my blog, which should be regarded as a record of time!

………

In the slanting sunlight, the fingers flying on the keyboard suddenly stopped, and an extreme speed that was about to transcend time suddenly stopped, and the extreme illusion produced a strange beauty.

Lin Feng put down the work in his hand, changed the direction, and wrote a new beginning, just like entering a new world, which is always so touching.

"This is a brand new world, this is the growth history of careerist shit luck, this is a classic in that era, although it has been criticized by countless self-righteous people, but whether you look at it or not, it is there, not because of anyone's joys and sorrows, and it will not increase or decrease."

"It contains more than just words, and the narrative is not just fiction, although it is now submerged by the trend, but it still shines, there is such a passage in the previous life, 'This book is novel in concept, the subject matter is original, the paragraphs are clear, the plot is weird, the ups and downs, the main line is clear, fascinating, and the ordinary shows extraordinary literary skills, which can be described as a pearl of words, a classic sentence, and a model that my generation should learn. From an artistic point of view, the book is not too successful, but its experimental significance is far greater than the success itself. As the saying goes: "A horse galloping, shooting the eagle and drawing the bow, heaven and earth are in my heart!" This is a somewhat overly expansive word, and it seems to be the most appropriate comment at that time. ”

"If you show the world in this book in front of the book friends, will they be amazed again? But the writing is to repair some ......"

"Bell bell bell ......"

Lin Feng was thinking about it when suddenly a bell woke Lin Feng up from his thoughts.

"Hey, what advice does Editor-in-Chief Chen have?" Lin Feng asked lightly, without the slightest dissatisfaction with being interrupted.

"Advice, Mr. Lin Feng said with a smile, I don't dare to show off in front of Mr. Mr.'s three amazing songs have made me fall to the ground! Chen Zhuo said repeatedly.

"Huh!" Lin Feng didn't speak, and made a default. I can't be modest, it's something that has been proven by time and heart.

"I'm bothering Mr. today because it's the 10th." Chen Zhuo didn't think deeply about Lin Feng's deep meaning, but directly put forward the matter.

"Number ten? What special day? Lin Feng thought hard.

"Well, this isn't a special day, it's just that the thirty-day sales of Wukong's legend have come out." I forgot about my feelings, can I escape this stroke, this is a tempting stroke! Chen Zhuo's mind was spinning rapidly, but he still suppressed this heart-warming thought, and he would have to play together in the future!

"Oh, the sales of Wukong Biography are out, thank you Editor-in-Chief Chen for the reminder, how many copies are there?" Lin Feng remembered the contract.

"Twenty three million five hundred seventy four thousand six hundred twenty-one." Chen Zhuo reported a number.

Although he couldn't see Chen Zhuo's expression now, Lin Feng felt that Chen Zhuo must have a wry smile on his face now, and fifteen percent of the money went into his pocket.

"And when will the money go to my card?" Lin Feng was very direct, not tactful at all.

"After the final check, it will arrive within three days." Chen Zhuo cleaned up his mood.

"Then thank you, Editor-in-Chief Chen."

"It's a win-win situation, Mr. Lin's thank you is a little polite." After a pause, Chen Zhuo said again, "I don't know the follow-up of the Condor shooting, when is Mr. going to send it?" ”

"Follow-up? Oh, it's so busy, I've forgotten a little, I'll send it to you later. ”

"Alright, I'll just wait. I wonder if we can cooperate further, sir? "The big names are always so busy that people are speechless.

"Please continue."

"Our company is willing to buy all the copyrights of your condor shooting at a price of 80 million." The future of Condor Archery is definitely not just words, and an industrial chain will definitely be formed with Condor Archery as the center, and this benefit will be great, which is the result of Chen Zhuo's more in-depth reading of Condor Archery and the eyes of businessmen.

"Hehehe, I'm sorry Editor-in-Chief Chen, I can't agree to this, I can't agree." Lin Feng directly refused, thinking that I didn't understand the true value of eagle shooting?

"That's a shame." Chen Zhuo, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, was disappointed, but did not express it too much.

"By the way, and I recited a poem at the graduation ceremony yesterday, and I will send it to you as well, didn't you say that you wanted me to give your newspaper some poems? This is the first article of the opening of the door. ”

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Lin, this remuneration is only 3,000 yuan, and I will go back and put it into your card."

The remuneration of 3,000 yuan is really not low, and it is good for those who are generally too well-known to give dozens of yuan, and this one gave Lin Feng a remuneration of 3,000 yuan, which is completely in accordance with the standards of famous artists, it seems that Lin Feng is really important! Also, a seventeen-year-old genius is so outstanding in several aspects, and his popularity is so high, and this poem is the first poem that Lin Feng authorized to be published in newspapers and magazines, and its significance is not low!

"Well, good! Editor-in-Chief Chen is really generous! ”

……

Hanging up the phone in his hand, Chen Zhuo stared at the screen, his hand unconsciously tapping on the desktop.

"The remuneration of 3,000 yuan, I'm really crazy, even with the farthest distance in the world, this previous conviction can't be so high from the beginning! Alas! I hope Lin Feng won't let me down, otherwise, I really have to swallow it, no way, who makes the story write well! In his heart, Chen Zhuo was a little annoyed with his concerns.

"Drop! Drip! Drip! ”

A string of documents chimes to remind Chen Zhuo that a document has arrived.

"It seems that it's still not over, this Lin Feng is always hanging people's appetites! However, this method seems to be good, one by one becomes one, one by one sells, how many points do I have to break down the book? Looking at the size of the file that Lin Feng transmitted, Chen Zhuo muttered.

After receiving it, Chen Zhuo temporarily put down his split plan, opened the file with the document, and directly printed two copies of the Condor Shooting, one for Boss Hu and one for himself. The charm of paper will never be obsolete, and it's not good to always look at the screen.

Taking advantage of the time to print, Chen Zhuo pulled the document to the bottom, he wanted to see if the second poem that Lin Feng now knew was Jiang Lang's talent or a brilliant continuation?

"Believe in the future! The theme is very inspirational, but this is really well written. Chen Zhuo muttered.

"When the cobwebs mercilessly seal my hearth, when the smoke of the ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty, I still ......"

Looking at the extraordinary sentences composed of ordinary words on the screen, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but read aloud.

"Believe in the future, love life!"

After reading the whole poem softly, Chen Zhuo suddenly felt ashamed of his three thousand, three thousand was too low. Such inspirational poetry is actually measured by money, but apart from money, is there any other standard in this world that can be recognized by everyone?

"When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth, what was the meaning of this sentence?" After the shame, Chen Zhuo started a new chew.

While Chen Zhuo was chewing, on the Internet, an outdated heavyweight made a comment, which caused everyone to discuss. Of course, this outdated heavyweight naturally became popular again.

The object of the comment was Lin Feng, and Lin Feng seemed to have become a helper.