After the college entrance examination, Jiang Yulou has nothing to do for the time being.

When it comes to writing, I haven't figured out what to write yet, and the key is why his work on "Harvest" has not been fruitful until now.

Counting the time, it's already a month smaller.

In fact, what Jiang Yulou didn't know was that in order to decide whether his works should be selected, the harvest literary magazines were about to quarrel.

How good is his novel?

It can be passed on to future generations, and adapted into a movie, and it has won awards at foreign film festivals, and its excellence is beyond doubt.

After cross-reviewing, the editors of the harvest also admitted that Jiang Yulou's "Yellow Earth" was enough to be on "Harvest".

There are several reasons why they have been slow to come up with a decision.

One is that the editor-in-chief Ba Lao went to Beijing for a meeting, and in the Harvest Literary Magazine Club, Ba Lao is the one who can get ideas.

In one, Jiang Yulou was on the cusp at that time, although public opinion had calmed down, but the words were terrifying, and the harvest had just been republished, so he might not be able to withstand public opinion. Moreover, they don't want Pa Lao to go through these senseless ups and downs.

There is also "Yellow Earth", which shows the poor life of the peasants on the Loess Plateau, the backward marriage customs, and the climate of lack of rain and disasters.

Every time I read this, some editors were dissatisfied.

Although the content of the novel is during the Anti-Japanese War, northern Shaanxi is a place ruled by our army.

If the places ruled by our army are all so backward, how can we reflect the advanced nature of the system?

Or did the author deliberately write this way for the sake of insinuation?

is still the same sentence, the magazine has just been approved to resume publication, and at this time, if such a sensitive novel is published in the magazine, if it is stabbed by someone with a heart, causing the magazine to be closed again, who can afford this responsibility.

Finally, Jiang Yulou's age, an eighteen-year-old doll, has made a lot of noise this year.

He published short stories in "Contemporary" and love poems in "Yanhe".

Especially the turmoil caused by the two love poems, even many ordinary people who don't pay attention to literature have heard his name.

Many famous authors may not be able to publish a novel in a few years, but he is good, if "Yellow Earth" can be published in "Harvest", it will be two novels a year. Ordinary readers may not think that there is anything, but will the authors have the idea to suspect the harvest of the dark box operation?

However, there are those who disagree, and naturally some editors insist that "Harvest" publish Jiang Yulou's "Yellow Earth".

Song Wen, the magazine's young editor, was a first-time reviewer of Yellow Earth, and has been a staunch supporter of Jiang Yulou's novel since he read it.

"Alas, some of the old comrades in the society thought ...... The thinking is also too conservative. ”

Song Wenwen wanted to complain about the rotten thoughts, but he still held back when the words came to his mouth.

Without him, it would be too offensive to say it.

"Be careful." His colleague, Li Qing, looked around and whispered: "In a special period, this choice of seniors is also a sign of stability. ”

Song Wen said dissatisfiedly: "Come on, what is steady, it is obviously scared and dare not take responsibility." ”

"Hey, who can be truly fearless?" Li Qing retorted and patted him on the shoulder: "Look at the point, don't affect your mood because of this little thing." ”

Song Wen said excitedly: "Brother Li, this is not a trivial matter. What is the purpose of our "Harvest"? It's a work! ”

"Comrade Jiang Yulou is not good enough? Isn't "Yellow Earth" a good work? If so, why can't his work be published in our magazine? ”

"Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the magic capital has always wanted to be the base camp of our national literature. Since you have this heart, you must have an eclectic elegance. You can't feel that there is a problem and you have to suppress it, this is not okay! ”

Li Qing frowned: "But the content is ......"

"There's no problem with the content." Song Wen said categorically: "Different from the conservative ideas of those old comrades, I think that the novel shows the majority of readers the hardships of women's struggle to survive in traditional customs and inherent concepts through Cuiqiao's experience, and also reveals people's yearning for freedom and a new life in a difficult environment." The end of the novel leaves an open space for interpretation, allowing readers to think more.

I feel that this is a novel that can touch people's hearts and provoke thought, and it makes readers rethink the meaning of life, freedom, and destiny with its deep and powerful narrative. ”

Li Qing nodded solemnly.

Immediately, he shook his head again and said: "The discussion has been held many times, and no one can convince anyone, and the editor-in-chief is not there, so it's difficult!" ”

Song Wen asked, "How long will it take for the editor-in-chief to come back?" ”

"Before leaving, the editor-in-chief said that this meeting is more important, and it should take some time." Li Qing couldn't be sure.

Song Wen said worriedly: "If it's too late, the next issue will be full." ”

"Who's to say it's not, it's too much of a coincidence." Li Qing sighed.

Song Wen said suddenly: "Brother Li, I want to take a leave." ”

"What are you going to do?" Li Qing frowned.

Song Wen said word by word: "I want to go to Beijing!" ”

Li Qing was stunned.

Song Wen left the magic capital with the manuscript of "Yellow Earth" and got on the train to the capital.

This incident has caused a lot of impact in the society, some for it and some for it.

Song Wen didn't care about this, he thought that he had discovered this novel, and he would naturally be responsible for it to the end.

Since everyone in the society is afraid of responsibility, then he will take responsibility.

Something was going to happen, and he resigned himself.

However, what the result is, the editor-in-chief Ba Lao has to look at it.

More than 20 hours later, Song Wen arrived in the capital. Since he didn't buy a sleeper ticket, his leg was already swollen when he arrived in the capital.

He didn't dare to delay time, and hurriedly took a car to the place where Ba Lao lived.

In the guest house, Song Wen met Ba Lao.

"Editor-in-chief, it's really a sin and a sin for you to come to me in person!" Song Wen excitedly apologized to Ba Lao.

Thinking about the fact that Ba Lao is 75 years old, he feels ashamed.

Ba Lao didn't care, and said kindly: "Hehe, I heard about the things in the society. Don't blame the comrades for their different views, everyone is also for the good of the society. ”

Song Wen nodded again and again: "Editor-in-chief, I know." ”

"Bring it." Ba Lao said with a smile.

Song Wenmeng was stunned, "Huh? ”

"Manuscript." Ba Lao reminded.

Song Wen scratched his head embarrassedly: "Look at me......"

He hurriedly took out the manuscript of "Yellow Earth" and handed it to Ba Lao.

After Ba Lao took the manuscript, he sat down in a chair casually.

A cup of tea, a book, just read it leisurely.

At this time, Song Wen was different from Ba Lao's leisurely and self-satisfied, but he was very entangled.