Shen Long doesn't know these things yet, although he believes in the quality of this article very much, but literary works are such a thing, a person has a person's opinion, if it is brushed down by the review editor, he will not feel unusual, when the time comes, just find a magazine to submit, anyway, even if an editor is gone, can't all the literary editors in the country look away, right?

He restarted his career as a laborer, Shen Long did not go to Dongguan Qiaotou to wait, but found the previous contractor, the last time he left, the contractor said that no matter when he came back, as long as he was willing to do it, he would definitely accept it.

Seeing Shen Long coming, the contractor let him go to work without saying a word, that contractor doesn't like such a capable little worker? Now Shen Long enjoys the highest treatment of the small ICBC, he can have an income of two yuan and a half a day, even if there are always a few days of rain every month and he can't go to work, there are more than 60 yuan a month.

Now those young people who have just started work in the city are only twenty or thirty yuan a month, and Shen Long's income is already more than twice as much as theirs, but the account can't be counted like this, the life of the laborers is too hard, and the income is unstable, just like the news often says that construction workers earn more than 10,000 yuan a month, but not many people are willing to do it, and they don't have much social status.

This money is enough for his daily expenses, at this time, a pound of vegetables only costs a few cents, and a movie is a penny or two, and ordinary people can have ten yuan a month for living expenses; Shen Long now has no other expenses except for food and manuscript paper, and he can save forty or fifty yuan every month for his family.

He plans to save more, plus his own manuscript fee, and wait for the New Year to go back to buy more things, so that the family can have a good New Year, it is best to publish a few more articles, earn more manuscript fees, so that the family can renovate the cave, Shao'an repaired three new caves and spent a few hundred yuan, this money is not difficult to save.

It was another weekend, Shen Long came to the family home of the prefectural party committee to find Tian Xiaoxia as promised, but he didn't see him for a while, Tian Xiaoxia seemed to have grown taller, and when she looked closely, she was wearing a pair of high heels; As usual, as soon as Shen Long came, Tian Xiaoxia went to the big stove to cook for Shen Long, and the two chatted warmly while eating.

Tian Xiaoxia didn't say anything about the submission for the time being, she was worried that it would make the other party nervous, gain and lose, but talked about "White Steamer", "Ren Li's preface is all nonsense, don't pay attention to him." ”

Xiaoxia is a girl who loves and hates clearly, she can't see that the works she admires are criticized by others, and that Ren Li writes really unreasonable, with strong characteristics of that era, so that those who have experienced that era instinctively feel disgusted, and the last sentence of scolding not only did not damage Xiaoxia's image, but made it more cute.

Shen Long talked to her about the sad childhood of the little boy who was abandoned by his parents in the book; the kind and doomed Grandpa Momont; the murderous, ugly, and stubborn Alosgul; As well as the life of the beautiful mother deer and the ancient and legendary Kyrgyz people......

Neither of them has ever been abroad, and even Shaoping has never been to a provincial capital, but from the book, they seem to have gone to Kyrgyzstan in person, and they can fully understand everything that the characters in the book have experienced.

By naturally turning the topic to "Old Well", Shen Long took out the newly written manuscript, Tian Xiaoxia couldn't wait to read it, her mind also fluctuated with the fate of Sun Wangquan and Qiaoying in the story, after reading the newly written manuscript, Tian Xiaoxia sighed and discussed the details of the story with Shen Long.

"Laojing Village is not like Shuangshui Village, Shuangshui Village has Dongla River and Waiyu River, but there is no shortage of water; Which village is the prototype? Jar Village or somewhere else? ”

"Neither." In fact, the story of the old well did not take place in Huangyuan at all, but in the depths of Taihang Mountain, and if you want to find the prototype of the story, you can only go to the next province, Shen Long can only continue to lead the source of the story to those laborers, and then carry out artistic processing according to the description of the laborers.

"Art comes from life and is higher than life, I didn't understand this sentence before, but now I finally understand it after reading you." Tian Xiaoxia looked at the man in front of her who was different from all her peers, and when ordinary people encountered such suffering like him, I am afraid that they would have been overwhelmed, right?

But he can not only enjoy this kind of suffering with peace and content, but can even draw materials from the suffering and become the inspiration for his own creation, which may be the mental path that every literary master must go through, right?

"Is there a shadow of you on Sun Wangquan?" They are all surnamed Sun, and they all failed in the college entrance examination, but they don't know who his Qiaoying is? When I was in high school, I seemed to hear that Shaoping liked a girl, and it seemed that her name was Hao Hongmei? I don't know why, when I think of this, Tian Xiaoxia's heart is a little sour.

"Sun Wangquan has the shadow of many rural youths, like most literary works, he is the product of the condensation and fusion of many similar characters...... "This is really not, it is just a coincidence that they are all surnamed Sun."

"I should be able to finish the ending next week, right? I'll go to you next weekend? "Now Tian Xiaoxia is a little dissatisfied with meeting once every half a month, and now it's October, and the weather is getting colder, should I bring him some thick bedding in the past? The bed on his kang was almost rotten.

"It should be fine." This is an inadvertent progress, Shen Long began to think about what to buy next Saturday, Tian Xiaoxia seems to like to eat spicy food, make some oil and spicy seeds?

After a week of waiting, Tian Xiaoxia finally waited for Saturday, this week she got the new issue of "Harvest" in the library for the first time, but unfortunately there was no work in this issue, which made Tian Xiaoxia a little disappointed.

But she is also comforting herself that "Harvest" is a temple that literature lovers across the country yearn for, and countless people are looking forward to entering this temple every month, perhaps they haven't had time to read Shaoping's manuscript.

She carefully selected a copy in the library, and brought an old woolen blanket that was turned out from home, not because she didn't want to buy a new one, but because she was worried that Shen Long wouldn't accept it, and the old one would be easier to accept, and still keep warm.

When she arrived at the door of the cave, Tian Xiaoxia saw someone pacing at the door, she seemed to be a little anxious, and when she got closer, it turned out to be Jia Bing, "Teacher Jia, do you have something to do with Shaoping?" Oh, I'm Shaoping's high school classmate, the one I came to tell a story with him last time in Huangyuan. ”

"Oh, it's you, when will Shaoping come back? "Harvest" wrote back to him. Jia Bingyang said with the envelope in his hand.