This Cao Lingyuan really doesn't know what to do, don't you know how many catties and taels he has? Thinking that it would be great to go abroad to read some books, compared with Dai Wangyu and them, she secretly shook her head in her heart, and then glanced at the newspaper "Farewell Kangqiao", the author of this poem is only eighty percent compared with Dai Wangyu. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mother Wang, is Wen Jin here?" Cao Lingyuan had been waiting outside for a long time, and when she saw her maid coming out, she hurriedly greeted her.

Wang Ma nodded: "Miss let you in." ”

"Okay." Cao Lingyuan tidied up his dress, thanked Wang Ma, and strode in, and then saw Wen Jin sitting elegantly on the rattan chair, his eyes were about to fall out, and he hurriedly stepped forward with a smile: "Wen Jin, is this time okay?" ”

"You call me Su Wenjin, my home is not as comfortable as outside, do you think it's okay?" Su Wenjin knew that Cao Lingyuan was coming, so he didn't raise his eyelids, he picked up a book by himself, and when he went to France to study, he took a boat with Cao Lingyuan, so the two met, and then in Europe, they also met a few times, Cao Lingyuan was very attentive to Su Wenjin at that time, but Su Wenjin thought very highly of himself, so he naturally had no interest in Cao Lingyuan's sticking to the door.

"Wen Jin, do you also read this kind of newspaper?" Cao Lingyuan walked over and saw a newspaper on the small table next to Su Wenjin's rattan chair, with the words "Dajiang Daily" on it.

Su Wenjin was stunned for a moment, and was annoyed that she didn't put away the newspaper on the table just now, this newspaper is too improper, why are there so many gossips about female stars: "I heard this morning that there is a poem on it that is not bad, so I went to buy a copy to take a look, but that's it, if you want to read it, take it." ”

Cao Lingyuan said strangely: "What poem? "What poems will also interest Su Wenjin.

So, Cao Lingyuan took it and flipped it, and the poem occupied a very large page, which was easy to find.

Su Wenjin continued: "Isn't this a poem written by your classmates? You don't know? The name is very good, "Farewell to Cambridge", Cambridge is Cambridge University. ”

"Goodbye Cambridge"!

Cao Lingyuan sighed in his heart, and then opened the newspaper, this newspaper was issued by his uncle Cao Yuan'an Newspaper, and the author of this poem, Yan Buwen, is also the son-in-law of Chen Guowei, the owner of the newspaper, it stands to reason that it is normal to publish it, how can it be related to himself? It wasn't until he saw the creation story until the end that Cao Lingyuan understood a little in his heart. Coupled with the few words Cao Yuanan said to him when he went back last night, Cao Lingyuan clenched his fists.

Why is Cao Yuanan so much to do, and my reputation depends on his poems? I'm going to be better than him, not a foil!

Cao Lingyuan fooled the past vaguely, Su Wenjin didn't ask much, read his book with peace of mind, the two of them chatted with each other, basically Cao Lingyuan asked, Su Wenjin replied, the atmosphere was very embarrassing, Su Wenjin's move was also to make Cao Lingyuan retreat, but he didn't expect Cao Lingyuan to insist on chatting so awkwardly.

Unconsciously talking about the international student gatherings to be held in the past few days, they are all friends who met on the ship in the UK or when they came back, and everyone is like-minded, and there is no generation gap with local bachelors when they chat. This time, Cao Lingyuan also wanted to invite Su Wenjin to attend the international student gathering and the Xinye Tea Party.

"What ...... Xinye Tea Party" Su Wenjin smiled faintly, people who didn't understand thought it was very high, thinking that it was discussing some national affairs, but in fact, they were all moaning without illness, taking the opportunity to pick up girls, and under the pretense of the reputation of the gathering of overseas students, Su Wenjin naturally had no interest in this kind of gathering of selling dog meat on the head of a sheep.

Besides, now there are more laypeople with the name of international students, if you want to say that it is really the party held by Dai Wangyu and them that really makes all kinds of university students who have returned from their studies flock to it, that is the gathering of talents, great poets, and great writers, everyone goes to either talk about national affairs, or write articles, write poems, worry about the country and the people, and don't know where the high-end is compared to the party held by Cao Lingyuan.

Cao Lingyuan saw Su Wenjin's expressionless face, and hurriedly said: "The people who went this time are all elites who have come back from studying abroad and devoted themselves to all walks of life, and they can also grow some contacts if they go......

Su Wenjin smiled and said, "I'm not going." ”

After that, I was going to call Wang Ma to send off the guest directly, but after thinking about it, I still asked: "Is he going to write the author of this poem?" ”

Cao Lingyuan was surprised, and then overjoyed, Su Wenjin said this to prove that there was room for relief, and hurriedly said: "Go, I can invite him." ”

Su Wenjin said: "This poem is not badly written, although it is not top-notch, but it is also of a standard, you should respond for me first." ”

Su Wenjin didn't mention this poem, but he got angry when he mentioned Cao Lingyuan, so he said proudly: "Wenjin, don't say it, I also found that this poem is not top-notch, it can only be said to be modest, I have made a poem in the past few days to announce it at the international student gathering, which is much better than him." ”

In the past few days, Cao Lingyuan has not thought about tea and dinner, and has been meditating hard every day to create a poem that is better than "Farewell Kangqiao", and finally completed it this morning, just in time for the gathering of international students.

Su Wenjin said: "That's congratulations." ”

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Yan Buwen writes at the desk, and now there are about 30,000 words, and 10,000 words are updated each time, and it can be updated for three weeks, so he no longer writes. According to Donggua, the sales of "Dajiang Daily" have risen again this time, and by three o'clock in the afternoon, 4,000 copies have been issued, which is 1,000 more than at the peak.

When Yan Buwen went downstairs, he handed over the manuscript of the first chapter of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" to the editor downstairs, and Xiao Chen of the editorial department sorted out the manuscript of the novel, and then praised: "Mr. Yan, you are a big star now, just for that song "Farewell to Kangqiao", there are many bookstores and newsstands asking for more printing. Four thousand copies have been issued today, and if it weren't for the lack of time, more could be issued. ”

Yan Buwen smiled and said: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." ”

"Not only that, maybe there will be an additional issue tomorrow to publish this poem again, and it will be reissued again, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of sales."

"Yes, when this time is over, Mr. Cao has to treat you to a good meal."

"It is worthy of Dr. Liuyang, who is both talented and beautiful, and Mr. Chen Guowei is not wrong."

Yan Buwen was modest, and then Xiao Chen asked Yan Buwen what pen name he took, and he could publish poems without a pen name, but it was better to write a novel to avoid unnecessary trouble. Yan Buwen thought for a while, and wrote on the paper: "Yongsheng, just use this." "Jin Yong plus Liang Yusheng, and there is also the meaning of a mediocre person. Yan Buwen was originally an ordinary person, and it was appropriate to take this pen name.

"Yongsheng is good, Yongsheng is good, talent is not arrogant, everyone's demeanor." Several colleagues from the editorial department commented.

Out of the newspaper office, only four o'clock, walking on the street to meet the spring breeze, there is a unique spring earth fragrance, take a walk, the sky is not early, and go home. When I got home, I found that I was a little dizzy, maybe it was the sequelae of falling into the water yesterday, but fortunately I met a rickshaw driver who changed his clothes, otherwise I would have had to catch a cold today.

The next day, he continued to work, and not long after entering the office and sitting, Cao Yuanan called Yan Buwen to the office and told him that the sales of "Dajiang Bao" had exceeded 4,000 yesterday, and that it was going to be printed today, all thanks to Yan Buwen's merit of that poem, and allowed Yan Buwen to walk around when he went to work to find some inspiration for the novel, and finally asked Yan Buwen not to leave in a hurry when he got off work in the afternoon.

Yan Buwen told the winter melon, he went out to find "inspiration", and walked on a rickshaw to Ankang Road, Yan Buwen laughed at himself in his heart, saying that a good heart is like stopping water, but he still wants to wander there when he has time.

After a while next to the Shame Moon Lake, I realized that the last time I met the girl was really lucky, this is a long time, there are only a few old men walking next to the lake, Yan Buwen came to the place where she fell into the water the day before yesterday, and then walked along the route she left when she left, and the day before yesterday she was lost in a small alley, so Yan Buwen went around in this alley for a while.

Yan Buwen suddenly thought that the clothes she was wearing were a student, maybe she was going to school now, and today was not a weekend.

Yan Buwen knew that he was stupid today, so he stopped looking for it, and was ready to go back, on the way back, he passed by a bookstore, went in and took a few looks, and then found that there was a printed version of today's "Dajiang Daily" in an obvious place, Yan Buwen looked at it curiously, and found that this one was more like a poetry collection, not thick, and there were about ten poems published on it, focusing on "Farewell Kangqiao", turning the first page.

The owner of the bookstore saw Yan Buwen looking through the booklet, and said with a smile: "Hey, don't say it, this reprinted edition of the "Dajiang Daily" published a collection of poems sold really well, and it didn't take much effort to be bought up by college students passing by in the morning, and this one still fell to the ground in the morning without paying attention." ”

Yan Buwen bought this booklet and flipped through the two pages: "There are also Cao Lingyuan's poems, no wonder, Cao Lingyuan is Cao Yuanan's nephew, and it is not unreasonable to write a poem and sell it to "Dajiang Daily". ”

Just as Yan Buwen was about to leave, a passing girl came over and asked, "Boss, is there still an additional edition of "Dajiang Daily"?" ”

Yan Buwen turned his head and found that the girl next to him was wearing a light blue modified cheongsam, and the lower half of her body was a black skirt, which was a very popular May Fourth dress during the Republic of China, and this kind of clothing was also used as a school uniform by many schools.

She is much more beautiful than after falling into the water the day before yesterday, and the temperament lost after falling into the water is now all made up.

The boss said: "No, I left a book in the morning, but I was bought by this gentleman just now, and you are late." ”

"Ah, that's it, I went to school in the morning to find out that another copy was printed, but I didn't expect ......" The girl held the table with her hands, her eyes were tactful, and she suddenly caught a glimpse of a man standing next to her with a smile on his face, and suddenly her eyes widened, I don't know if she couldn't believe it, or she was a little flustered, and then even her face was a little red, and her face, which was originally white and red, was now a little more shy.

"You!"

"Me?"

After a moment of embarrassment, the girl said again: "I ......"

Yan Buwen smiled and said, "You? ”