Gogarin was grateful, as long as in the afterlife, a class like this would cost at least ten thousand dollars. And Mr. Lin took the trouble to help selflessly, so that he really didn't know how to repay this favor.

Time passes imperceptibly in the midst of chatter.

At the exit of the platform, Wen Bo, the assistant editor of Contemporary, was holding a piece of letter paper with Gao Jialin's name neatly written on it with a brush, waiting eagerly. After Gogarin bought a train ticket in the city, he called the magazine about the train number. This is also requested in the letter, and the magazine is afraid that these first-time writers who come to BJ will not be able to figure out the way, after all, BJ is too big!

Gao Jialin said goodbye to Mr. Lin, left each other's contact information, and hurried out of the platform, noticing the stationery in the editor's hand at a glance.

His name was written on it.

"Hello, I'm Gogarin." Gogarin walked up to the editor and introduced himself.

"Great! Mr. Gao, you are finally here! The editor was stunned at first when he saw Gogarin, but he didn't expect him to be so young. Then greeted him warmly.

After all, from the novel "Yongquan", what he saw was a mature author with concise words and sentences, vivid and beautiful words, fresh and poetic style, and the description of the characters' psychology and their changes in the novel was even more meticulous and nuanced.

This has also been misleading him into thinking that this is a work written by a middle-aged writer.

However, writing has always been more talented than hard-working. Maybe there's a talented writer in front of you.

The editor looked at the time and said, "The cafeteria must be off work at this time, I'll take you to the dormitory first, there is a briquette stove there." Let's cook some hanging noodles and pay for one night, and then go back to the guest house to rest when you are full. ”

Gogarin is indeed hungry now.

"It smells so good."

The dormitory is a tube building, and the briquette stove is placed in the corridor.

Before cooking, Gogarin first set up a pot to boil water, put the beef jerky in and cook it together, and when the beef jerky is boiled a little, he smoked a few handfuls of dried noodles and threw them in, and then put a few cabbage leaves as vegetables.

When the noodles are cooked, pour some soy sauce and sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions to enhance the flavor. The noodles are soft and the soup is clear, the oil flowers are flashing, and just the appearance makes people move their fingers.

"Teacher Gao, you can do this skill." The editor was hungry from the sidelines. It seems that Comrade Gao not only writes well, but also has a hand in cooking, amazing!

"It's so delicious, I can't even write about what you cook in the house, I just want to eat." The door next to the house opened.

A young man with messy hair and thick eyebrows and big eyes leaned in. Behind him, a middle-aged man of about forty years old came out, thin and thin, feeling the wind blowing.

"Brother Liu, you're also here, do you want to take a bite?"

"No need, you can give Xinyan a bowl, he writes hard."

The middle-aged man smoked a cigarette and looked at Gogarin.

"I forgot to introduce, this is Comrade Gao Jialin, and Editor Zhu asked him to come to the capital to revise the draft, and he just arrived today. This is Comrade Li Xinwei, the editor of "Contemporary", my senior. ”

"My name is Tan Xinyan, and I am also the author who came to the capital to revise the manuscript."

The young man next to him didn't need Zhu Wei to introduce him, so he first stretched out his hand to shake hands with Gao Jialin and say hello.

Last year, Tan Xinyan published "Left to Right" and joined the Chinese Writers Association, and is a high-profile new star in the literary world. He was also a literary predecessor whom Gogarin used to admire.

To serve a bowl of noodles to such a big guy, of course Gao Jialin did not want anything, and he also served a bowl to Editor Liu.

A large pot of noodles was swept away by the three of them.

After drinking the last sip of spicy noodle soup, Tan Xinyan exhaled comfortably and smiled at Gao Jialin: "After eating your bowl of noodles, I feel that I can write thousands of words again." ”

"Then what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and write." Editor Liu will not let go of any opportunity to urge the manuscript.

"I can't eat Comrade Xiao Gao's food, and I won't contribute at all." Tan Xinyan picked up the dishes and chopsticks and took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Gao Garin was embarrassed to trouble him, and quickly followed.

While the two were washing the dishes, they talked about literature again. Until he returned to the house after washing the dishes, Tan Xinyan hadn't finished talking. All kinds of creative entanglements, troubles, joys and gains, all of which I can't wait to tell Gao Garin in one go.

After agreeing with Tan Xinyan and them on tomorrow's time, Gao Jialin and the editor left the dormitory building.

It was late at night. BJ Street was empty, and occasionally the jingle of a car bell could be heard as workers from the night shift rode past them.

"The stars in the sky are so bright!" Gogarin looked up and suddenly sighed. When he saw BJ's star, he couldn't help but think of BJ in later generations, and then thought of Liu Qiaozhen who was thousands of miles away. Now she must have been sleepless all night, thinking about herself.

The editor was stunned and didn't know how to answer. Aren't the stars always so bright?

"You have a good night's rest, and we'll see you tomorrow." The editor sent Gogarin to the guest house, arranged the check-in, and left.

The next day, when the editor took Gao Jialin to the editorial office of Contemporary, he took him to the office of editor Zhu Wei.

Editor Zhu, a slightly obese middle-aged man in his forties, amiably beckoned Gao Jialin to sit down. Even if the editor completed his reception task, he left.

After chatting with the parents for a while, they talked about the issue of living and accommodation. Editor Zhu turned the topic to how to revise the draft.

"Comrade Xiao Gao, then I'll tell you the truth. It may be more direct to speak, and there is something offensive, please forgive me first. ”

Gogarin suddenly became nervous, took out his notebook, and was about to record.

"Haha, don't be so nervous, talk to each other and express your opinions. The novel "Yongquan" has beautiful writing, rich and colorful character portrayals, and the plot design is also interlocking, and the structure is quite mature. So I was surprised to see you today, it doesn't look like a young author at all from the novel. Isn't that the first time you've written a novel? ”

At this time, Gao Garin was glad that he also brought the manuscript of "Harry Potter", otherwise it would be impossible to explain it in front of the sharp-eyed editor Zhu!

"Hehe, I've been writing and playing by myself since I was in high school, but it's all fragments. When I was a teacher in the third year, I also wrote some poems and fragments of novels. Something happened a while ago, and my substitute teacher was replaced. It's a good thing, because it gives me time to focus on my work. I've put together the things I've accumulated over the years, and I've published eight poems just a while ago. Now there is also children's literature on hand. ”

"Really? So it's a lot of accumulation! No wonder the style looks so mature, and it is also the result of repeated correction and revision! In ancient times, many celebrities worked hard to create when they encountered difficulties, such as Sima Qian, Cao Xueqin, and you are the same! Therefore, predicament is often the motivation to work hard! Editor Zhu was finally fooled by Gao Jialin, and said with emotion.

Next, Editor Zhu changed his words and began to talk about the problem of the novel.

"Xiao Gao, you also have some problems with this novel. The biggest problem is that the writing is a bit too bloated. Just kidding, it's like you're deliberately writing more than you want to cheat your manuscript fee. Of course, I know you won't be like this, maybe the material has accumulated too much and is reluctant to delete it. This is also a common problem for young writers. ”

Gogarin hurriedly nodded yes. In fact, Editor Zhu had already guessed it, but he didn't believe it. As a senior online writer, Gao Lin in later generations has a lot of basic skills in irrigation. Even so rich that he didn't want to pour water, he could pour out a lot of water. This novel has been deleted and deleted when he revised it himself, but in the eyes of Editor Zhu, there are still a lot of things that are superfluous.

"It's not too difficult to refine and delete, and I've drawn you all the things that I think need to be changed. Now your book is about 100,000 words, and I suggest you cut it down to about 60,000! ”

Cut to 60,000! That's more than a third. Gogarin had no choice but to agree with a sad face.

His appearance made Editor Zhu laugh.

"Haha, you kid! I know that every author asks him to cut his own content, which is like cutting his flesh. But what should be reduced should be reduced, and it is not allowed to be discounted! ”

Gogarin had to nod.

Editor Zhu went on to the second question.

"The second problem is that your description of technology is too rough and imprecise. I know that you may not know much about this technology, so I will introduce you to an expert, Professor Lin from BJ College of Agriculture. You can go to him to get to know the relevant technology. ”

After speaking, Editor Zhu handed Gao Jialin a piece of paper with Professor Lin's name, address and phone number written on it. Gogarin took it and looked at it, and suddenly laughed.

Editor Zhu was a little surprised, what's wrong with this kid?

"Haha!" Gogarin smiled and explained: "What a coincidence! It's unbelievably clever. Editor Zhu, I met an expert on the train to BJ and asked him for technical advice along the way. Guess who he is? ”

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?" Editor Zhu was frightened.

"It's such a coincidence! This expert is Professor Lin, and we sat in a train and a carriage on the opposite side, and chatted all the way. I'm also a soil expert now, and it's very different from when I was writing novels! ”

"It's heavenly." Editor Zhu was overjoyed, "It seems that you are also humble and inquisitive, so there will be such a good thing!" Now that you understand the technology, let's change it according to the requirements! ”

"Okay! Absolutely! Results in three days! "Gogarin fought with high spirits.

"Hehe, there's no need to be in such a hurry, it's rare to come to BJ and go out for a walk. If you have any questions, go to Xiaowen. ”

Editor Zhu got up and shook hands with Gao Jialin and sent him out.

Gogarin left the magazine office, didn't go anywhere, went straight back to the guest house, and began to revise the manuscript day and night.

The efficiency of the veteran writer was amazing, and in just over a day, Gogarin had changed the manuscript almost completely. He didn't immediately go to Editor Zhu, but took the manuscript to BJ Agricultural College to find Professor Lin.