If he hadn't received this letter, He Yun would probably have forgotten that he had submitted such a manuscript to the Xiangjiang Publishing House called "Boyi".

"Is it ......?"

He Yun secretly held back the excitement in his heart, and after he opened the letter immediately, he couldn't help but check the contents of the letter.

The font on the letter is in traditional Chinese, and there are four or five hundred words written in it, although there are some traditional characters, He Yun can't recognize them, but in combination with the context, he still guessed that the letter was understood.

"I see, it's just that this letter was sent two months ago, why was it delivered to me at this time?"

"Forget it, it's useless to dwell on this matter, I'd better figure out how to reply!"

He Yun shook his head secretly, stuffed the letter back into the envelope, put the envelope in his pocket again, and went straight to the library.

Although it will not be officially reported until tomorrow, the library is already open for entry.

He Yun checked the information all morning, and after eating at noon, he returned to the rental house.

At this moment, there is a piece of manuscript paper on the table, on which a few lines are written.

These lines were all written by him when he was sorting out those invitation letters last night.

Since the "prodigal son's return" last night, he is ready to continue his creative "great cause".

According to his plan, he will prepare seven short stories of these dozens of invitation letters.

Two of them are essays, two are realistic short stories, and the remaining three, one is a sequel to the Archaeological Notes series, one is a popular science article, and the last one is science fiction.

It's just that now, he feels that he has to add a "fantasy", and it is also long, and the number of words must be more than 100,000 words.

"Looks like they're busy!" He Yun muttered secretly, and then took out the letter in his pocket and put it in the drawer.

Then, he took out a stack of blank manuscript papers, lay down on the table, and officially began to write.

He started with two essays.

For these two essays, last night, he figured out how to write them.

What is prose, in fact, in a broad sense, is a literary genre in addition to, play, etc.

It can be roughly divided into three types: lyrical prose, narrative prose, and philosophical prose.

For example, Mr. Lu Xun's "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Study" is a narrative prose.

And Xu Disheng's "Falling Peanuts" is also a narrative prose.

As for lyrical prose, as the name suggests, it is a prose that expresses one's emotions through scenery, which is generally divided into two types: "lyrical borrowing scenes" and "describing scenery".

Mr. Mao Dun's "Praise of Poplar" and Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" are both lyrical prose that borrows scenes.

Liu Yusheng's "Three Gorges of the Yangtze River" is a lyrical prose that focuses on writing scenes.

In contrast, philosophical prose is less common.

Of course, being rare doesn't mean that there isn't any, for example, Nietzsche's "My Soul" is a rare philosophical prose.

It's just that the two essays that He Yun is going to write do not belong to the third type, but to the first and second types.

His first essay was a narrative essay called "The Drama".

This is an essay that introduces the local rituals and funeral customs of Yincheng through the mouth of "I".

As a native of Yincheng, He Yun naturally learned about some of the local customs of Yincheng, such as "doing a dojo", "crossing the Nai He Bridge" and so on.

In addition, there is also the "Meishan Opera" in Meishan County, which is also part of the local funeral customs of Yincheng.

Of course, compared with other counties in Yincheng, Meishan County is more special, because "Meishan opera" is a part of the ancient Meishan culture, so it has more characteristics of opera.

In another essay, He Yun intends to write scenes, to be precise, to be lyrical.

He has already thought of the name of the prose, it is called "Eight Hundred Miles of Dongting My Home".

Listening to the name, you know that this lyrical prose of He Yun is written about his hometown "Dongting Lake".

It is said that the eight-hundred-mile Dongting, the land of fish and rice, is not bad at all.

You must know that the lake and water features of Dongting Lake are indeed rare.

Especially in the evening, the sunset is reflected in the lake, which is particularly charming, giving people a sense of comfort, tranquility and satisfaction.

…………

Yincheng, the compound of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

In one of the offices, the atmosphere was slightly dreary.

Director Li sat at the table, smoking cigarette by cigarette, and the others did the same.

All of a sudden, the entire office was filled with smoke.

"Ahem......"

At that moment, one of them suddenly coughed heavily, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, then stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.

In a moment, a cool breeze blew in, taking away the smoke from the office.

The man turned around and sat back in his seat, was silent for a while, raised his head and looked at everyone and said, "Director Li, you have a word, if this continues, our "Yincheng Literature" will really not be able to continue, when will the higher authorities allocate funds, our funds will not last for the next issue of the magazine!" ”

"Yes! Director Li, if we don't have enough funds, this literary magazine under our Writers' Association will have to ...... It's closed, so you have to think of a way! ”

"Alas...... This...... What can I do? There is a small amount of money allocated above, and it has been difficult in the past few months, although our magazine has some sales, it can ......"

"Director Li, didn't you say that you sent a letter of invitation to Comrade He Yun? Why haven't I seen a reply until now? ”

"Lao Liu is right, Director Li, if we can have Comrade He Yun's manuscript, maybe we can also gamble, after all, we have Comrade He Yun's golden signboard, which can increase the sales of some magazines to some extent, and barely break even."

"Comrade He Yun didn't reply, maybe he couldn't be busy!" Director Li replied with a wry smile.

"What then? Not only do we lack funds now, but we can't even make up the space for the next issue, and we have already reduced some of the space. Wouldn't it be a newspaper? ”

"I'm pretty good at running a newspaper!"

"How can that work! We are a writers' association, not a newspaper, how can we ......?"

"Alright, alright! Don't say a word, you guys go out first, and I'll think of other ways. ”

Director Li stopped the quarrel and let everyone leave his office for the time being.

After everyone left, he picked up the phone on the table, and was about to call, but suddenly put down the microphone.

"Alas...... Forget it, don't bother with Commissioner Zhang anymore, I've looked for him more than ten times, I'll think about this matter myself and see what else can be done! ”

Director Li sighed lightly and pondered secretly.

…………

A few days later, a telegram arrived at He Yun.

The telegram was sent by Director Li, who said that he would come to the school to find him in three days.

"Why did Director Li come to me?"