Jiang Yang sat down.

He listened for a while, and roughly heard that they were talking about music.

What kind of music is being talked about, Jiang Yang doesn't know.

He lay on the table, set the table on the table, and slowly pushed the photo of him catching a big fish to the edge of the table, close to Sister Chen and them, for fear that they would not be able to see it clearly.

Li Qingning glared at him.

And then—

She stretched out her hand to straighten the table, striving for a 180-degree view without dead ends.

Jiang Yang smiled proudly when he saw it.

Then.

Jiang Yang is just like when the teacher was in class, you were like a beautiful class flower deserting below, and whispered about the experience of meeting Wen Xue, he felt that money was not the second, the key Wen Xue said was right, you can get the manuscript fee twice.

Li Qingning: "It's okay."

There is no conflict between the publication of the magazine and the publication of the publishing house.

Just right.

The manuscript is still in her hand, she has corrected some typos, and she hasn't had time to give it to Sister Chen.

And so—

Jiang Yang concentrated on the sketching homework left by Lao Mo.

Li Qingning flipped through the books Jiang Yang bought, and from time to time joined Sister Chen's discussion and added two sentences.

The people brought by Feng Jing occasionally glanced at Jiang Yang.

They have admired the name for a long time, but it is the first time they have seen Jiang Yang in reality.

It's just that they can't imagine that the first meeting will be so unique, they think of his recklessness when he came in, and they can't help but envy and sigh, what a cowhide, let the big demon king prefer so fearless, you know, they are talking about hundreds of millions of business, but there is a feeling of going to someone else's house to talk about things, the children next to them do their homework, and the parents are supervising.

But—

After seeing him painting seriously, they didn't know why, and they felt that it was so natural for Li Yu to like him.

It's a long time.

The sun was warm.

The meeting was dispersed, Feng Jing took people away, and Li Qingning said hello to Sister Chen.

Sister Chen: "It's good."

The status of "Autumn Fruit" is in.

At least half of the well-known domestic and foreign writers in China made their debut by publishing articles in "Autumn Fruit", and if Jiangyang's children's literature can be published in "Autumn Fruit" and then published in the book, it will save advertising costs.

Hearing Sister Chen say this, Li Qingning submitted the manuscript to the mailbox of "Autumn Fruit" after checking it.

xxx

Wen Xue sat on the street, staring blankly at the traffic like a dragon, at a loss.

He didn't know if his words had worked, and naturally he didn't know whether to continue to work hard or go back. Of course he wanted to go back, he was worried about his mother, who was old and a fall would be a big problem.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

His colleague Lao Huangfa's voice said excitedly in the group: "Lao Wen, Lao Wen, the manuscript is here!"

"Cow, old Wen—"

Colleagues in the editorial department bubbled up in the group.

"It's just been a day before the manuscript arrives, what kind of shady deal did you have with the old thief."

"Old Wen, your medicine works faster than blood pressure medicine! The editor-in-chief was dizzy just now, but now he's refreshed!"

Wen Xue took the phone and let out a long breath.

He looked up at the setting sun on the horizon.

This strange city, which was cold just now, is now warmer.

"Gone!"

Wen Xue stood up, looked in the direction of the building, waved his hand, then turned around, and while waving a taxi, he said in the group, "I really have to thank our editor-in-chief for high blood pressure, I helped a lot!"

The taxi arrived,

After he got on the bus, he asked the driver to go straight to the high-speed rail station, and at the same time turned on his mobile phone and bought a ticket for the latest train.

Fortunately.

Now that the Spring Festival is still a little far away, he bought a ticket.

The time is also very suitable, and when he arrives at the station, there is still half an hour before the departure of the train

After waiting slightly, he checked in and got on the bus, and after finding his seat, Wen Xue put down his things and breathed a sigh of relief.

That's nice.

When you come home, you always feel happy, and that's what it means to leave.

Isn't it?

If not—

There is only a place to leave, and there is no place to return, which must be very distressing.

After sitting down, Wen Xue couldn't wait to open the notebook, board the mailbox, and open Jiang Yang's manuscript.

Susan had already inquired about the genre, and he knew it was children's literature.

But—

The process still has to go.

He's got to take care of it.

And then—

Wen Xue was dumbfounded.

He thinks that the questioning of Jiang Yang's ghostwriting on the Internet is really not bad at all. Compared with "Old Things in the South of the City" and "Ordination", it is a completely different style of writing, and it is hard to believe that Wen Xue is from the same person.

It's-

Does he count as an aider to abuse?

Wen Xue continued to read the story of the first chapter of "Hui'an Pavilion" in the entanglement.

In the story, the protagonist Xiaoyingzi met the crazy woman Xiuzhen, she fell in love with a student, was pregnant unmarried and had a child, called Xiao Guizi, because the student ran away, so the child was born, Xiuzhen didn't look twice, so her family was lost, Xiuzhen has been crazy since then, she asked Yingzi to find her little Guizi;

Yingzi met another friend, her name is Niu'er, and she was abused by her parents. This made Yingzi, who had tasted the sweetness of friendship for the first time, feel sad and confused, so Yingzi used her own way to make the hard-working mother and daughter recognize each other-

But—

In Xiuzhen's crazy reunion, in Niu'er's longing escape, when Xiuzhen took Niu'er to find Xiao Guizi's father, and finally wanted to get out of the sea of suffering, what was waiting for them was not reunion. It's death.

Wen Xue sighed lightly.

This story goes from simple and bright, happy and sunny to sad and full of sorrow, ending in tragedy.

How many life situations and joys and sorrows in the world.

He doesn't dwell on it anymore.

Just this short story, even if it is ghostwriting, even if he aids in abuse, even if he bears a more serious infamy than this, as an editor, this life is enough, and if you write a resume in the future, "Old Things in the South of the City" will be the beginning.

That's his book!

The kind that can lie down for a lifetime.

In addition-

As a pure literary magazine, "Autumn Fruit" has always been the benchmark of the magazine. As a children's literature, the literary nature is weaker than serious literature, which is one of the reasons why Wen Xuegang can't wait.

Right now.

He can rest assured.

Although this is a narrative from the perspective of children, it is precisely because it is a narrative from the perspective of children that it puts together the innocence of children and the cruelty and sadness of reality, and has a strong sensory impact that can refract the situation of the times.

That's what literature is all about.

He could boldly say that this was a more suitable article for the Autumn Harvest than any of the articles in their magazine.

I've found a treasure.

Wen Xuemei took a sip of Coke.

The blue bottle was not strong enough, so he bought a red bottle when the food truck passed by.

As for the sad story -

Wen Xue didn't really care.

This knife is not a knife to him, it is just a nail clipper on the key, and it is only the nail that is cut off. After all, as the editor of a serious literary magazine, Wen Xue's daily review of manuscripts is not a knife, it is already abuse.

His heart has long been cocooned.

So—

The next "Let's Look at the Sea", "Aunt Lan", and "Donkey Rolling" did not shake Wen Xue's heart in the slightest, he was just immersed in the joys and sorrows shown by Jiang Yang with the help of a child's perspective, and explained the complexity and changeability of the world in his innocence, all the confusion and thoughts of children in the face of the misery of the world, and the story of people in that era who were wrapped up in the times and couldn't help themselves.

For adults, parting

And the body can't help himself, and the numbness is pretentious.

For children who can't tell the difference between the sea and the sky, and can't tell the difference between good people and bad people, it's just right.

And yet—

When he saw "Daddy's Flowers Are Falling", his heart kept sinking.

He touched the model train package in his hand.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green... Ask when you are going, and don't linger when you come! The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintances are half scattered, life is rare to gather, only parting more..."

Li Qingning's singing voice sounded in his ears.

【… As an adult, people often ask me to be an adult. When Mother Song returned to her hometown, she said, Yingzi, you are older, you can't quarrel with your brother anymore! When Aunt Lan followed the four-eyed dog into the carriage, she said, Yingzi, you are older, you can't make your mother angry! The man squatting in the grass said, "When you graduate from elementary school and grow up, let's look at the sea..."

The picture that couldn't shake Wen Xue's heart just now flashed back in his mind like a movie.

["Boss Gao, I know what's wrong, I'll go to the hospital."] I've never been so calm, so quiet - Daddy's flowers have fallen, and I'm no longer a child]

A gentle knife gently cut a slit in his cocooned heart, and an inexplicable sour intent flowed, brewing as it swept over his fingers and across the model train.

All the way to—

Wen Xue looked up and saw a flight attendant selling a model of high-speed rail, and a middle-aged man paid for one. After all, his eyes were red, and in the blur, he seemed to see that the middle-aged man took out a brand new ticket from his pocket with his dry hand and bought a model train-

Damn it!

The old thief is a real knife, and he is about to become a knife saint!

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