No matter how you say it, you still have to eat rice.

On the dinner table.

Zhong Ji'an suddenly felt that his son's essay still had bright spots, "Monkey scientist-"

Son: "Mom, you also think my essay is very imaginative, right?" ”

Zhong Ji'an: "In Jiangyang's latest serialized science fiction, there are turkey scientists. ”

Lao Gong suddenly said: "Oh, yes! ”

He remembered that someone in his son's class was watching science fiction in class, and he had just been confiscated by the Chinese teacher. When this colleague is not in class, he is still looking at the office, saying that Jiang Yang's current issue is really imaginative.

He glared at his son: "You even copied this idea!" ”

"Learn, borrow."

The son gave his mother a weak look and asked his mother for help.

The son's homework was tutored by Lao Gong, which made Lao Gong a person in their family who slapped the table and stared at high blood pressure every day. Zhong Ji'an traveled abroad from time to time to discuss copyright, accompanied less children, and felt indebted, often fighting fires when Lao Gong had high blood pressure.

But now—

Zhong Ji'an's heart rippled, and he was looking forward to returning to his old dream and playing a good game.

She said righteously: "Your dad is right! ”

What a draw!

"If you can really learn from Jiang Yang's latest serial, you can write a science fiction essay off topic, what are you?"

Purely took Jiang Yang's creativity and Journey to the West to piece together an essay!

"My boss wants to know that you insulted his husband's creativity so much, you have to remove me!" Zhong Ji'an gave his son a chopstick of vegetables, and knocked him on the shrimp on the chopsticks, "Okay, take the bowl and go back to eat, you are not qualified to eat this shrimp!" ”

The son was dumbfounded.

Lao Gong was also surprised, why did the husband sing and the wife today?

Before.

Zhong Ji'an often educates him, a person who stays in school, as a social person.

The son is reluctant to give up the prawns: "Am I your own?" ”

Lao Gong came back to his senses: "I also wonder, your mother and I are both Chinese, how did I give birth to you like this——"

Lao Gong was angry when he talked about his son's composition.

Once wrote about climbing the mountain, this son just started to write how to climb the mountain, although the water is flowing but not off-topic, the result is not enough to make up 800 words, he directly came to stand on the mountain and shouted, there was an echo, the echo made up 200 words!

Zhong Ji'an still has ripples in his heart.

She listened to Lao Gong's words and hurriedly interjected: "Absolutely biological!" ”

Lao Gong looked surprised again.

Something is wrong with his wife today.

He vaguely felt that she was driving, but for some reason, he was a little fluctuating in this car.

The son carefully pinched a chopstick prawn: "I think my composition is really good." ”

The theme is novel, not only borrowing the cowhide creativity of science fiction, but also using allusions to famous novels, and the theme is also clear, telling people not to go to the twilight, otherwise it will attract revenge, and the educational significance is particularly profound.

"Alright, alright."

Zhong Ji'an asked him to stop, Jiang Yang's creativity was paid, "No one will read your essay if you post it for money." ”

By the way, she told Lao Gong about today's meeting, and added some conversation between husband and wife: "Poirot is popular in England, do you know their offer to buy the rights to the TV series?" As for the small building, it's not a share. ”

Son: "Dad, you also like to write, and you can write about him when you do it." ”

Lao Gong: "Take the bowl and go back to carry Fan Wen!" ”

As soon as Zhong Ji'an heard Lao Gong's tone, he immediately knew that he had carried away.

She also wants to increase the conversation too much-

Of course.

It also means to boast.

After all.

She is now involved in such a large multinational project, and has become the kind of relationship between Party A and Party A, pride is inevitable.

And yet—

Lao Gong's hobby since he was a child is writing, and his ideal is to become a great writer.

How.

His manuscripts were repeatedly rejected.

So.

Lao Gong hates comparing him with others the most.

What's more—

Lao Gong likes pure literature, not science fiction and reasoning.

Like many Chinese teachers, he classifies these books as idle books, and hates students reading them at school, and it's okay to read them outside of class for recreation. If you really want to cultivate literary cells, Lao Gong feels that you still have to read famous books.

Zhong Ji'an understands.

Reading is actually a very utilitarian thing, the author invests brain power and time in writing books, and readers also invest brain power and time in reading, so what they want, they read whatever they want, and for students who improve their grades, famous books are obviously more suitable.

The son put a few prawns in the bowl and went back to the room to endorse it.

There were Zhong Ji'an and Lao Gong left at the dinner table.

She tried to start an interesting topic, but all she thought about for a while was work, but the two worked in different environments, one in school and the other in society; One likes pure literature, and the other is looking for content that if you want to make money, it must be popular-

It's weird.

has been a husband and wife for more than ten years, how can I become stranger.

Ultimately.

Zhong Ji'an could only ask: "This dish is fried well today, right?" ”

Lao Gong nodded: "Well, it's good." ”

Meal.

Lao Gong consciously cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and then took out the folder from his bag.

Zhong Ji'an: "Rejected again?" ”

Lao Gong: "Hmm. ”

This manuscript is not returned by a magazine or publisher, but is now submitted online. It's just that after rejecting the manuscript, Lao Gong is used to printing it out and then storing it at home to avoid mistakenly deleting it on the computer or not finding it.

After all, his computer often handles things like courseware.

Lao Gong entered the study.

Zhong Ji'an thought about it and followed in.

The ripples in her heart are still there, and she wants to care about Lao Gong.

Speaking of which, when Lao Gong submitted a manuscript in the past, he would tell her that after the manuscript was withdrawn, she would also follow the staff officer, but I don't know when, Lao Gong rarely told her, and she rarely asked.

So—

When Zhong Ji'an came in and asked, Lao Gong was still a little surprised.

Zhong Ji'an: "What did the editor say this time?" ”

Lao Gong: "It's still the same old thing, the text seems to look at the mountains and don't like the flat." ”

It's just that the story is not full of twists and turns.

Zhong Ji'an knows that this is Lao Gong's old problem, he has too little contact with society, and he can't write about people who are too bad, too weird, and too miserable, and then his character is peaceful, so he writes things that are also very peaceful, and he tends to be quiet and good.

Zhong Ji'an: "Let me see?" ”

"Okay—good."

Lao Gong handed the document bag to Zhong Ji'an, always feeling that his daughter-in-law was a little weird today.

It's kind of like going back to when I first got married.

Zhong Ji'an sat down and looked at it, frowning slowly.

She actually likes Zhong Ji'an's article very much, there is a kind of quiet and peaceful beauty, and she doesn't have to worry about a tragedy or something suddenly, but after so many submissions have been rejected, Lao Gong deliberately changed the situation, but it was very awkward.

"Don't push yourself."

Zhong Ji'an put down the manuscript, "I think it's good to write what you like and are happy about." ”

Lao Gong also wanted to, but no one watched.

Zhong Ji'an couldn't give much advice.

The only writer she knows of is Jiang Yang.

This guy writes an advertisement, and it flashes people's waists.

The name of the old thief really did not come for nothing.

Lao Gong is about to continue his own writing.

Zhong Ji'an didn't bother him.

But—

Before going out, she asked in Lao Gong's ear: "The monk knocks on the door of the moon, do you think it is comfortable to push or knock?" ”

She went out.

"Ahem."

Lao Gong almost didn't grasp it.

This was just the time, he couldn't help but drag an elegant word, feeling that this poem had achieved the figure.

He hadn't mentioned it in years.

Zhong Ji'an never said it, but now he came out coldly, and it had a big impact on him.

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Jiang Yang is flashing his waist again, and continues to write advertising scripts.

As for the Ordination—

After Li Qingning read it and checked the typos, the only question was who to submit it to.

Publishers certainly can't.

This article is too short, more than 10,000 words are not enough to get a book.

Only the magazine company is suitable.

But—

The love in "The Ordination" may be science fiction for some people, but it must not be published in Mr. Orange's science fiction magazine. Jiang Yang thought about it and saw the literary magazine he bought when he was waiting for Sister Xia outside the convenience store.

It's called "Kyoto Literature and Art".

The magazine has an email address for submission, and Jiang Yang directly submitted.

(End of chapter)