Chapter 1 Columnist

"Xiao Zhu, we gave you your new words, but I always feel that it is still almost artistic conception, is there a better work, our pure literary media, most of the readers are people with high cultural accomplishment, and we look forward to better works. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Editor-in-chief Hu leaned on the office chair with the head of the phone and said with a slight smile on his face.

Although he said so, in fact, he was still very satisfied with Zhu Zhendong's work, but the editor's heart was like this, and for Zhu Zhendong, an author whose writing has gradually matured and his reputation is still average, he is encouraged by pressure.

If it is a famous writer, then it is a word of praise, and no matter how bad the work is, it can be praised at several levels.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhendong's joy immediately appeared on his face, no matter what, "Poetry Fu" magazine is the top pure literary media in China, and every issue will appear on the desks of professors and literati writers in major universities, and even the desks of national bigwigs.

Therefore, it is a great honor for my words to appear on the first page of the poetry column of this magazine, and I have also been on "Poetry Fu" before, but it is all the corner of the magazine, and this time it is not the same. Zhu Zhendong is even imagining the day when he will become a poet and a big man in the literary world.

Zhu Zhendong couldn't hold back his happy tone and said: "Yes, yes, the editor-in-chief is wise, I can feel the gap myself, thank the editor-in-chief for his support, I recently wrote another song "Nian Nujiao", and I will send it to the editor-in-chief to correct it and see if there is any progress." ”

In fact, the works that can be published on the front page of the poetry column of "Poetry Fu" are already the top level in China, and when Editor-in-Chief Hu heard that there were works coming out, the meaning may be higher than this one, and he immediately became interested: "Then you send it over quickly, I'll show you, if the level improves, I'll sign a contract for you, and you will have a column in the future, and I'll leave you a page for each issue." Hang up first. ”

Zhu Zhendong replied repeatedly, politely hung up the phone and took out his mobile phone, and his fingers flew and typed out a text:

Nian Nujiao? People have no life

Slow and delicate red, back to the green mountains, no clouds. The cold geese whispered to go south, and if the night came, they would not worry. Lowered eyebrows and sighed, whimpered and invaded, just leaving the road. The sunshine is over, how many days will you sleep?

The roller shutter is deeply locked with tea and smoke, leaning on the couch and being idle, and looking timid. The red sleeves are not finished, and the boiling water is allowed to whisper for the time being. The morning sun is slightly dewed, Wu Gang is cut down, and the fragrant wind is also gone. Wait that day, and see when others return. (Lao Zhu original)

Editor-in-chief Hu didn't say much after reading it, and replied with one word: Okay

Zhu Zhendong was about to reply with some kind words, and received a message from Editor-in-Chief Hu: Come to sign the contract next Monday.

Zhu Zhendong was indeed ecstatic, thanked him a few times, put down his mobile phone, stood up and walked to the windowsill, stood up and lit a cigarette, with a strong smile on his face.

In the afternoon of the next day, Zhu Zhendong finally got up, he didn't fall asleep all night last night, and he got up and drank two sips, and when the sky was slightly bright, he finally fell asleep, and it was already afternoon. 、

After a little scrubbing and a few sips of hot water, it's time to go out and forage. When I went out, I deliberately messed with the board that I didn't care about, and I slammed on the door with a smile and thought I was handsome.

"It's a nice day, it's neither hot nor cold." Zhu Zhendong thought happily in his heart, and the slanting sun in the afternoon, it seems that this world is beautiful no matter what, it seems that he has stood at the peak and looked down on all living beings, of course, he knows that he is about to become a successful person with a car and a house in this city, everything is beautiful, everything is what he wants, and the feeling of realizing his dream is like this.

A small restaurant at the intersection, eating his favorite braised pork, thinking that he should call his mother, his success always has to find someone to share, and then he dialed the phone, the phone rang a few times and no one answered, Zhu Zhendong couldn't hold back the joy in his heart and looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and it became darker and darker in a few seconds, Zhu Zhendong took the mobile phone slightly and looked at the sky with his mouth open, only to see that the sky was suddenly fiery red, more and more red, and before Zhu Zhendong could react, the fiery red had already arrived in front of him, and everything became pitch black.