The editors of the Weibo Literature Channel are in full swing reviewing the manuscript at the moment.

The new feature recently launched by the literary channel Wei Bo is naturally aimed at entering the novel industry.

There are experts behind Wei Bo who analyzed the huge prospect of adapting the novel into TV movies, and wanted to enter the scene as soon as possible and get a piece of the pie.

A good start is half the success, whether the literary channel can be popular or not depends on whether the first fire is prosperous or not, as long as this essay contest can be a complete success, there will naturally be a large number of authors in Weibo in the future.

Song Gaoyuan is the editor-in-chief of the Literature Channel, and several of the 20 famous short story writers invited have completed their manuscripts and sent them over. Song Gaoyuan read it roughly and had more confidence in the success of this essay contest.

A famous artist deserves to be a famous artist, and he is very skilled in choosing words and sentences, and he can describe the ups and downs of a story with just a few numbers.

Unlike lovers of folk literature, the works of these famous artists were commissioned by Wei Bo at great expense.

Take money to do things, and after receiving money, they don't dare to fool Wei Bo with low-quality manuscripts, not to mention that they won the first place and have a salary of 200,000 yuan.

After reviewing a few famous masterpieces, Song Gaoyuan touched the round beer belly, quite unfinished, forget it, let's take a look at the works of folk literature lovers, don't take bean bags for dry food, although the works of folk literature lovers may not be comparable to the famous masterpieces that have been famous for a long time, at least the amount is full, and it is still good to satisfy hunger.

What's more, it is said that the masters are in the folk, and the base of folk literature lovers is large, maybe a few demons can really pop up.

"Didi, Didi." Song Gaoyuan's mailbox sent out a crisp prompt, and then someone in the office shouted, "Editor-in-chief, look at this novel, it's amazing." ”

As the editor-in-chief, Song Gaoyuan naturally does not review the manuscripts of netizens like looking for a needle in a haystack, and dozens of editors under him do these chores, pulling out the indiscriminate manuscripts and killing them, and only manuscripts of good enough quality have a chance to enter the field of vision of the editor-in-chief.

The leader who can't lead the team can only do it himself until death. Obviously, Song Gao is far from the kind of leader who can't lead a team.

Song Gaoyuan pinched the lid of the thermos cup, took a sip of wolfberry water, and then slowly moved the mouse to open the mailbox.

The manuscript that can make the editors shout should be of high quality, and it will not be inferior to the masterpieces of famous artists.

"Maggie's Gift, Author, Qin Song." Song Gaoyuan first recalled in his mind whether there was a novelist named Qin Song, and after thinking about it, he didn't know anyone, it seems that he is really a folk master.

First glanced at the number of words, 3,500 words, in line with the requirements, and then, Song Gaoyuan clicked on the full text of the manuscript and read it carefully: [A piece of eight cents and seven, just so much money, of which six cents is a penny coin, one by one in the grocery store owner, vegetable seller and butcher shop owner, every time I make a fuss, I feel that this kind of transaction is really embarrassing, Mrs. Yang counted it three times, it was still an octagonal seven, and the next day was Christmas. 】

"Is this a story about Christmas?" Song Gaoyuan muttered, thoughtful. There is also Christmas in China, and Christmas was introduced to China very early, and many Chinese people believe in Christianity.

The author's writing is very strong, and with just a few numbers, it vividly portrays a woman in distress, who is worried about Christmas gifts.

The background of the story should have been many years ago, because no one would care about it at all and couldn't buy anything now.

[How much happy time did she spend, planning to give Mr. Yang a lovely gift. 】

Sure enough, as she had guessed, this embarrassed woman was worried about Christmas gifts, she only had a piece of eight cents and seven cents, but she wanted to give her husband a lovely gift, so what would she do? Song Gaoyuan was aroused by curiosity, in that era, the most valuable thing for an embarrassed woman was probably her own body.

Could it be that the author wants to highlight the cruelty of that era? If the development of the plot is really like this, and he sells himself for a Christmas present, it can only mean that the novel is nothing more than that, and it is just a cliché, and it is just a matter of worrying about the new poetry.

Soon, Song Gaoyuan found out that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

[In this depressed family, the husband and wife each have something to be proud of, one is Mr. Yang's gold watch, which is the heirloom left to him by his father, and the other is Mrs. Yang's hair. If the Maharaja's room was full of gold, silver and jewels, whenever Mr. Yang passed by the Maharaja's door, he would roll up his sleeves and show his gold watch to see the time, so that the Maharaja would go crazy with jealousy. If the Duchess lived opposite Madame Yang, then she would one day spread her hair out of the window to dry, and the Duchess's necklace treasure would be eclipsed. 】

"This writing technique ......" Song Gaoyuan was stunned for a moment before he reacted, a bit similar to the tone he read when he read foreign masterpieces translated into Chinese, although it was a bit weird to read, but it was very interesting.

[Mrs. Yang stopped in front of a small shop with a sign that said --- to collect hair.] Mrs. Yang walked up the stairs and went straight to the second floor, panting and calming down.

"Do you want to collect your hair here?" Mrs. Yang asked.

"Receive." The owner said, "Take off your hat and let me see how the hair is quality." ”

Mrs. Yang took off her hat, and the black waterfall spread out, undulating and shining brightly.

"Thirty bucks." The shopkeeper said as he grabbed his hair like an expert.

"Give me the money." Mrs. Yang said.

Oh, the next two hours seemed to have grown wings, and flew happily by, and Mrs. Yang was looking for shops all over the street to buy gifts for his Mr. Yang. 】

"So this woman is going to sell her proud hair?" Song Gaoyuan muttered to himself, completely caught up in the story of the novel.

This is really a difficult decision, and the more the novel describes how beautiful Mrs. Yang's hair is, the more it reflects the difficulty and reluctance of Mrs. Yang to make this decision.

After all, this is what women are most proud of, but in order to buy a gift for her husband, she still decided to sell her hair in exchange for thirty yuan.

The difficulty of selling hair and the joy of buying gifts form a great contrast, highlighting Mrs. Yang's love for Mr. Yang.

A few numbers describe the most precious feelings in the world, which is the charm of words. This author's writing skills are not inferior to those of famous artists, and even surpass.

Sure enough, the world's masters should not be underestimated.

Song Gaoyuan continued to see that Mrs. Yang sold her hair just to exchange a strap for her husband's gold watch, because although her husband's gold watch was precious, he only used an old belt.

[Mrs. Yang returned home and looked at herself in the mirror, her short hair tied with a rubber band made her look like a little boy skipping class. 】

After returning home, Mrs. Yang had time to start worrying, and Mr. Yang would be very disappointed when he saw him like this.

Because Mr. Yang has praised her beautiful hair more than once in person, and now, she has lost what she is most proud of, like a singing girl.

In Mr. Yang's heart, without long hair, will he still be the beautiful girl he was at the beginning?

She began to suffer from gains and losses.

"Hey." Song Gaoyuan sighed leisurely, feeling sorry for this poor woman.

This is the hundred days of mourning for poor couples, and the happiness of being full of water and water will not exist in reality.

[Crunch, the door opened, Mr. Yang walked into the house, closed the door casually, he looked thin and serious, he was only twenty-two years old, and he picked up the burden of the family! He needed a coat to keep out the cold, but he didn't even have a decent pair of gloves.

Mr. Yang stood by the door, his eyes fixed on Mrs. Yang, his eyes made her incomprehensible, even creepy, no anger, no surprise, no dissatisfaction, nothing, just staring at her. 】

Mrs. Yang really loves Mr. Yang, and she will notice that Mr. Yang does not even have a pair of warm gloves as soon as he comes home. The slightest change in Mr. Yang's eyes was enough to make her feel uneasy and scared. Afraid that her husband would be unhappy, afraid that she would lose the person she loved the most.

There are no flowery rhetoric to embellish the love between them, but the love stands out from every detail. This writing skill can be called everyone.

If Mr. Yang abandoned Mrs. Yang because she sold her hair, what would happen to this poor woman? Song Gaoyuan didn't dare to think about it anymore, but prayed in his heart that the ending of the story was happy.

"You've cut your hair off? Mr. Yang asked with difficulty, as if he couldn't believe the facts in front of him even after racking his brains. 】

Is the gentleman still angry? But your lady sold her hair just to buy you a lovely gift.

Sure enough, the reality is brutal.

The story continues:

[Mr. Yang took out a small bag from his coat pocket and gently placed it on the table, "My dear madam, don't misunderstand me, whether it's cutting hair, trimming or washing hair, I don't think anything can reduce my love for you. However, as soon as you open the bag in front of you, you will understand why I was the one I was just like that.

The white fingers deftly unwrapped the box, followed by an ecstatic scream, oops! Suddenly it turned into female nervous tears and crying, just because there was a whole set of combs on the table. 】

This is a full set of combs made of pure tortoiseshell, also set with precious stones, and its color matches that of Mrs. Yang's hair. This set of combs was too expensive, and Madame Yang had longed for it for a long time, but she had never thought of taking it for herself, but now, it was all hers, and it was a pity that the beautiful long hair that was qualified to wear this coveted ornament was gone.

It was his husband who sold the comb he bought for her with his proud gold watch.

"Damn, can you still write a novel like this?" Song Gaoyuan's mouth grew up, and his jaw dropped when he was shocked by this sudden reversal.

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