Thinking of this, He Yun reviewed it carefully, and after making sure that he had indeed not contributed to them, he couldn't help but fall silent.

After a moment, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, and muttered, "It looks like I'll have to take some time to think about it!" ”

"Hmm...... After writing "Archaeological Notes: The True and False Tomb of Cao Cao", let's write a manuscript for them. ”

Since he lost the pressure of going to graduate school, He Yun has obviously had a lot more free time.

However, as a writer, he began to "not do his job", which made him feel deeply remorseful and at the same time, he couldn't help but start to reflect on himself.

Isn't it too floating?

As a writer, a writer who aspires to be a generation of writers!

Your job is to create your own work, not to get some honors.

That only gives you the icing on the cake, but it doesn't make you better.

Indeed, what is the most important thing for a writer?

My own work, of course.

Everything else is just an accessory.

As long as your work is well written, these will come one after another.

…………

In the next few days, except for classes, He Yun basically stayed in the dormitory to write.

As for the establishment of the Literary Creation Exchange Association and the literary journal in the university, although he did not participate, it was carried out in an orderly manner.

Obviously, even if He Yun, the president, is just a name and does not do actual work, it is enough.

"Whew...... It's finally finished. In front of the table, He Yun took a deep breath, couldn't help but put down the pen, moved his sore wrist, and sighed.

As a sequel to "Archaeological Notes: The Tomb of King Lang on the Night", "Archaeological Notes: The True and False Tomb of Cao Cao" is also a short story.

The number of words is more than 13,000 words, and the text style not only continues the short and concise style of the previous work, but also inherits the previous work in terms of plot, and describes the thrilling exploration in Cao Cao's tomb to the fullest.

Of course, it was also thanks to him that he found Elder Gao and obtained a large number of ancient tomb and burial customs from Professor Peng, especially some precious burial customs materials about the princes and kings and even the Son of Heaven from the Eastern Han Dynasty to the Three Kingdoms period, which gave him great help.

"Next, it's time to consider writing for five magazines, including Contemporary! But...... Do I continue to write about realistic subjects? Still is...... What about other themes? ”

"Forget it...... There's no rush in advance, let me think about it for two days. ”

In fact, He Yun is more inclined to the latter in his heart.

After all, realism, he has already written three or four articles, it is difficult to make any major breakthroughs, it is better to start a new chapter.

Of course, first of all, it is natural to exclude the martial arts theme.

And military spy warfare can also be ignored.

After all, he has classics for both.

History, it doesn't seem to be a good fit, let alone children's literature.

Science fiction......?

It doesn't seem to fit well with a mainstream magazine like Contemporary.

Suspense?

…………

After thinking about many themes in a row, He Yun didn't have any good ideas in the end.

So, he could only put this issue aside for the time being, planning to rest for two days first and give himself a vacation.

However, it doesn't matter if he doesn't rest, this rest is even more thoughtless.

"Why don't I go to the Literary Creation Exchange Association?"

After thinking about it, He Yun decided to take a look, after all, he, the president, had been the shopkeeper for so long, and he really had to go around.

Moreover, at this time, he really doesn't have any good ideas, so it's better to go over there and communicate with everyone, maybe he will get some inspiration from it.

…………

Jincheng in March, full of spring.

Today is another sunny day with a warm and sunny day.

Similarly, today is also the day when the latest issue of Science Fiction Literature and Art magazine is released.

As a standard science fiction fan and a loyal "fan" of "Science Fiction Literature and Art", Li Xiaobo hurriedly came to Xinhua Bookstore as soon as he got out of school.

He hurriedly ran to the front desk and asked, "Uncle, is there the latest issue of "Science Fiction Literature and Art" magazine?" ”

"Who am I? It's you, kid? This just came after school, don't worry, it was delivered early this morning, it's still the old place, you can get it yourself. The staff apparently recognized Li Xiaobo, a little sci-fi fan, and he smiled at Li Xiaobo before saying.

When Li Xiaobo heard this, he was very happy and hurriedly said to the staff: "Really! Then thank you, uncle, I'll take it! ”

After saying this, Li Xiaobo quickly came to the bookshelf where the "Science Fiction Literature and Art" magazine was usually stocked with his schoolbag, and when he saw it, there were indeed many brand-new "Science Fiction Literature and Art" magazines on it.

"Huh...... The illustration on this cover...... Wait? Is it full of Jianghong's sci-fi? Man Jianghong has a new sci-fi work? ”

At this moment, Li Xiaobo was so happy that he almost jumped.

He likes Man Jianghong's science fiction very much, and even a large part of the reason why he buys every issue of "Science Fiction Literature and Art" magazine is because every time Man Jianghong has a new work, he will appear in the magazine "Science Fiction Literature and Art".

Now, he finally waited for Man Jianghong's new work again, which made him very excited.

At this moment, he couldn't wait to buy it and go home, lying on the bed to enjoy Man Jianghong's new work.

So, he immediately took a copy and quickly came to the counter: "Uncle, it's still the same price as before, right?" ”

"Yes!" The staff replied with a smile.

For sci-fi fans, the price of a dollar or so is still within an acceptable range.

"Okay, I'll give you the money." When Li Xiaobo heard the staff's answer, he paid the money very quickly.

Then, he happily left Xinhua Bookstore with his books.

This time, instead of walking home, he chose to take the bus.

The reason is simple, taking the car allows him to get back home faster.

At this moment, on the bus, after getting on the bus, Li Xiaobo found a back seat and sat down, then took the magazine out of his schoolbag and read it with relish.

It's just that he didn't notice that at this moment, beside him, an old man was also secretly observing him.

Until he was about to get out of the car, the old man suddenly interrupted him: "Little friend, is this book good?" ”

"Grandpa...... This book is very good, especially the previous science fiction, this is Man Jianghong's new work, Man Jianghong is a great science fiction writer, I like to read his science fiction the most. ”

Speaking of Man Jianghong, Li Xiaobo's eyes are full of envy and reverence, in his eyes, this writer is the most powerful science fiction writer.

"Really? So you like science fiction so much, why don't you want to try to write one yourself? The old man smiled slightly, but asked.

"That's right! Grandpa, you're so right, when I go back, I'll think about it...... Grandpa, I'm at the station, goodbye grandpa! At this time, Li Xiaobo looked at the stop sign in front of him, and couldn't help but say something immediately, and then he hurriedly got off the bus with the magazine.

At this moment, the old man was looking at the back of Li Xiaobo running outside the window, and was silent for a long time.

After a while, he couldn't help but sigh lightly and muttered: "Although there are more and more science fiction readers in China, science fiction writers seem to be a little young, and among young writers, it seems to be ...... Not many can stand alone? It's not going to go on like this! ”

"That's right! The kid just said that Man Jianghong's new work? Why do you seem to have heard of this name somewhere? Could it be some old friend? ”

"No, there doesn't seem to be ...... among old friends."

"Wait...... Could it be him? ”

At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed in the old man's mind.

"It seems that this time I went to the magazine "Science Fiction Literature and Art", I have to ask Editor-in-Chief Liang."