As soon as "The Great Wall Never Falls" was sung, Yan Buwen hummed "Me and You" again, and after not singing for many years, the treble was a little unable to go up. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Waiting for the two songs to be sung, Yan Buwen came to a familiar place, looking at "Shame Moon Lake" from this direction, just like the shooting angle of the stills from the movie Ruan Lingyu played in the newspaper before, at this time Ruan Lingyu was still called Ruan Yuying, and she was still a supporting role whose name did not even appear in the movie.

Yan Buwen took a few steps forward, endless weeping willows.

"Quack Quack ・・・・・・"

"Goo ・・・・・・"

On the bank of the river, a girl with a small head carried a duck in her hand. The girl was learning the duck's call, hoping to make the duck quiet, because the duck was always jumping around in her hands, so that she couldn't settle down, and when the duck relaxed a little, the girl said affectionately to the lake in front of her: "Master, madam, this is our big yellow duck, I hope you can accept it, let me work for your family instead of my mother・・・・・・"

The expression was very exaggerated, as if she was performing, Yan Buwen stood still, watching the scene of the girl performing.

But before the girl could finish speaking, the duck quacked again, and the duck was clearly frightened by the girl's exaggerated performance. The girl scolded this duck again and again for not being angry, this is not Donald Duck, how can he perform.

Yan Buwen thought in his heart, waiting for the girl to appease the duck and continue to perform, when a chance glance made Yan Buwen see her side face.

A dream for a hundred years.

Yan Buwen looked at the girl's side face in shock, and her heart suddenly seemed to have been broken, and she felt anything, and when she mixed it together, it became an inexplicable sourness.

A dream, a hundred years ago, Yan Buwen saw her again, and the thousands of glances in his mind stirred up countless smiles in his heart, and it was she who tempered his heart.

She is Xia Dan and Ruan Lingyu.

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"Is my aunt here?" Xinglong Newspaper, a fourteen-year-old girl lying on the counter looked at Lao Zhang on the counter, Xiao Rong washed the clothes in the morning, nothing to do, so according to Yan Buwen gave him the novel manuscript to practice calligraphy, but after practicing and practicing, he found that there were many words he didn't know, so he locked the door of his house, and came to the newspaper office, wanting to ask Yan Buwen what kind of word this is, this kind of studious spirit is really commendable.

Lao Zhang shook his head: "You either go up and ask Mr. Cao." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang." Xiao Rong ran up to the third floor in a row, and found that there were several people standing on the balcony on the third floor smoking cigarettes, and when they saw Xiao Rong coming, they all smiled and said hello.

"Uncle Cao, which is my uncle's office?" Xiao Rong saw Cao Yuan'an leaning on the railing at a glance, so she asked.

Cao Yuan'an smiled while pointing to an office close to them: "Xiao Rong, this is it, but your uncle is estimated to have gone out in the morning, so he shouldn't be there now." ”

Cao Yuan'an asked Yan Buwen to find some inspiration in the morning and write a connotative introduction to the poem "Farewell Kangqiao", so he gave him a vacation in the morning, but now he doesn't know where to go.

Xiao Rong thanked Cao Yuan'an, and entered Yan Buwen's office, and sure enough, she found that Yan Buwen was not there, Xiao Rong was a little disappointed, and wanted to sit here and wait for Yan Buwen to come back, so she sat on Yan Buwen's chair, because she was not tall, so she also pulled the chair closer to the table: "I don't know if my uncle came back and found that this chair was moved, will I know that I have been here." Then he thought about it, how could he know, and Xiao Rong smiled when he thought of this, as if he had a feeling of playing tricks on Yan Bu.

"Does my uncle sit here every day?" Xiao Rong took out the novel manuscript paper from her bag, and then began to learn to write on a blank piece of paper, writing and writing was boring, and when she saw a newspaper next to her, she reached over and wanted to take it to see, but she was a little scared.

I don't know much of a word, can I read a newspaper? Xiao Rong was puzzled, but she still took the newspaper over, read it one by one, and suddenly happily found that she knew a lot of words, Xiao Rong had also read the newspaper before, but she was stumbling, and there were some words she didn't know in every line, which also brought a heavy psychological shadow to Xiao Rong, so that he didn't dare to read the newspaper, but he picked it up by chance today, but gave her a surprise.

"The Guangzhou Nationalist Government is recruiting troops and horses, and it is about to be attacked, and the major warlords are still dividing the land, and I am afraid that they will be eliminated." Xiao Rong read to the end, someone commented, Xiao Rong read it and nodded, it turned out that this is the case outside now, after that, Xiao Rong stuck out her tongue, adults are busy with these things every day, calling around, it's really boring.

"Xiao Wang, tell him what the pen name is Lan or something, and tell him that his novel is going to be cut and can't be serialized in our newspaper." Xiao Rong sat in the office and listened to the discussion of Cao Yuan'an and several people on the balcony outside, except for Cao Yuan'an, the rest were the editor-in-chief, in charge of different pages, and Xiao Wang in Cao Yuan'an's mouth was in charge of the page of the novel, and Xiao Wang was given a total of two pages to publish the novel.

Novels are very space-occupying, and you can't write a few thousand words on a page, so if the novel is not popular, then cut it off as soon as possible and replace it with another one.

Later, Xiao Rong heard Xiao Wang's voice: "Mr. Cao, this is not appropriate, now we have not found a novel that can replace it, and this novel already has a certain readership, so it may lead to a decrease in newspaper sales." ”

The sales of the newspaper have begun to decline in the past few days, and everyone has come to discuss countermeasures, after all, if the newspaper goes out of business, they will lose their jobs.

Cao Yuanan continued: "Long pain is better than short pain, this issue of the newspaper will give me half of the page of your novel, I want to publish a poem, and wait for Xiao Chen, who will call for typesetting, to come over, and do the publicity of this poem in place, as far as possible in a conspicuous place." ”

Cao Yuanan took a puff of cigarette, now there are few lace news about celebrities, and the novel is not popular, so I can only try it with Yan Buwen's poem, which is very good and unconventional, it depends on whether the reader buys it or not. And Cao Yuanan had an idea in his heart, that is, to connect this matter with Cao Lingyuan, after all, although Cao Lingyuan was a doctor studying abroad and had also been in big newspapers, he did not have any shocking works, which was a bit unworthy of his name. If Cao Lingyuan's name is added to Yan Buwen's "Farewell Kangqiao", it is said that Yan Buwen is the main creator and Cao Lingyuan assists, so maybe the newspaper's sales will be greater.

And it will also help to improve the reputation of his nephew Cao Lingyuan, why not, but I'm afraid that Yan Buwen will not agree, forget it, occasionally add two strokes, it is also for the sake of the newspaper, Mr. Chen probably won't mind, Yan Buwen What else can this door-to-door uncle mind.

"Mr. Cao, what kind of poem, so grand?" The other editors-in-chief wondered that only great poets generally had this kind of treatment, and that they only sold poems to their newspapers, such as Rabindranath Tagore, who sold them a poem.

"Don't ask, you guys think about it to see if there are any suitable fiction writers, and have you read all the novel drafts you have received in the past few days?" Cao Yuan'an asked, this poem is useless for them to read, and the reader has to like it, so now wait for Yan Buwen to come back, write an article about the creation story behind this poem and send it over, and they can publish it with a little adaptation.

"I've read all the manuscripts of the novel, but everyone thinks it's good, and the person who writes the novel asks for a sky-high price, and a thousand words cost one yuan. We can't read other novels, and they don't have the value of publication, so we have to continue to look for them. "Little King.

Xiao Wang glanced up at Cao Yuan'an and said, "Mr. Cao, don't cut that novel yet, and wait until you find a suitable one." ”

Cao Yuanan took a long puff of cigarette and said, "One thousand words and one yuan is indeed a bit much." And Xiao Wang, I read your novel, the front is fine, what is written now, will readers buy it? Don't shield him just because he is your relative, our newspaper still has to rely on circulation. ”

Cao Yuan'an nodded at Xiao Wang, and then Cao Yuan'an said: "You all pay attention, don't care if it's not your own business, help Xiao Wang find it, next Monday at the latest." You get that novelist to prepare, and you have to cut it all by next Friday at the latest, so that he can prepare the finale. ”

Xiao Wang cried with a sad face, and could only agree, now in the war era, there are not many people who can read, not to mention those who can write, writing and writing novels are still two different things, only those old talents who are trying to make a living can write, how can young people write this thing, they are busy writing poems and picking up girls.

Just when Cao Yuan'an was discussing with them, Xiao Rong looked over with a probe in her head, obviously what they said made Xiao Rong very interested, she didn't know what the adults were busy with, and today she finally got a little bit of an understanding.

"Xiao Rong, what are you looking at, your aunt will be back soon, oh, what are you holding in your hand?" Cao Yuanan smiled, and then saw Xiao Rong holding a pile of paper in his hand, so he walked over curiously, just now I saw Xiao Rong coming over with a small bag, and now there is no bag of paper, Cao Yuanan still knows Xiao Rong very well, although he has been reading with Miss Chen for a year or two, but the words he knows are still very limited.

Xiao Rong handed the manuscript paper in her hand to Cao Yuan'an, looked at the few cultural people in front of her, and was a little panicked: "Mr. Cao, Mr. Wang, Mr. Li・・・・・・ I usually have nothing to do, so I will learn to write." ”

Cao Yuanan looked at it and exclaimed: "The words are good, there is progress." ”

Xiao Rong smiled happily and thanked Cao Yuan'an for his praise, suddenly Cao Yuan'an was stunned, and then underestimated a few words in his mouth, and after a while, a look of shock appeared in his eyes, and then he said in surprise: "Xiao Rong, tell me honestly, where did you copy this novel?" ”

"Copying?" Xiao Rong was puzzled, and saw Cao Yuan'an in front of him take all the manuscript paper in Xiao Rong's hand, and then distribute it to the editor-in-chief behind.

After Cao Yuanan read the first one, he found that this was the beginning of a novel, how could Xiao Rong be semi-literate and write it, only where could it be copied from. Immediately after that, I exchanged a few sheets with others, but in half an hour, these ten manuscript papers had already been read by them.

"What do you think of this novel?" Cao Yuanan asked, after reading these ten novels, they were very surprising and interlocking, and people couldn't help but want to read the later chapters.