Meng Weiya generally doesn't ask much about the explosive inspiration of writers, many writers rely on inspiration to create, and he is the same.

But......

Jiang Yulou is different.

He Meng Weizai has been in the literary world for so long, and he has never seen such an outrageous writer as Jiang Yulou. It has only been two years since his debut, and he has already created a short story, two novels, a poetry collection in the middle, and a drama script recently.

As a result, now he tells himself that he has written a new work.

Ahem, although he wanted to complain in his heart, he knew that he couldn't, and now Jiang Yulou is a writer that their magazine relies on very much.

There was another long silence, and Jiang Yulou asked, "Editor Meng, are you there?" ”

"Ahem, yes. Yulou, why don't you bring the manuscript to our magazine today, and I'll help you take a look. ”

"In this case, then it will trouble Editor Meng."

"Hahaha, where and where, we are editors, isn't it for you writers."

After the friendly exchange, Jiang Yulou hung up the phone.

"Director Ji ......"

He was about to express his gratitude, but was interrupted by Ji Zhenghuai, "Next time I want to borrow the phone, remember to have enough money." ”

Slipping away, the old man seemed to be angry......

Looking at Jiang Yulou's back, Ji Zhenghuai let out a long sigh. If this student of his, if he continues to develop step by step, he may be able to become a real great writer during his time in school.

Perhaps, he will have to call his student teacher when the time comes......

What is this called?

After agreeing on the time, Jiang Yulou went back to the dormitory, took the manuscript, and found a store to eat to cushion his stomach.

Before you know it, it's May, and the sunshine in Yanjing has become warm, and the weather has become very warm. Summer is beckoning to you like a passionate girl.

"It's already the season to wear short sleeves."

As far as the eye can see, there are many more people wearing short sleeves than wearing long sleeves among the pedestrians on the street.

Although black, white and gray are still the main colors of clothes, other colorful clothes are also attracting people's attention more and more. Even conservative people have to sigh that times have changed.

Also in this season, you can see the city full of greenery, lush trees, and flowers.

The dark green leaves of the Chinese acacia on the street have faded their immature colors, and they face the increasingly intense sunlight as if they were adults, leaving small shadows and forming a cool path on the sidewalk.

This is a common street tree in Yanjing, this tree has a tall body and dense shade, adding a cool touch to the streets of Yanjing during the hot summer months. In spring, the branches of the Chinese acacia will bloom pale yellow flowers, and the fragrance of the flowers will overflow, adding a freshness to the streets of Yanjing.

Red flowers dot the streets and green belts, and along the way, there are always girls in pairs and threes coming together to enjoy the beautiful flowers. The girls are looking at the flowers, and their pleasant laughter attracts the attention of passers-by.

What a beautiful season, what a beautiful picture, until the appointed time was getting closer and closer, Jiang Yulou reluctantly looked away.

However, he made up his mind that when it came to the summer vacation, he must go out with Tang Yuewen to play, and he must not live up to this beautiful year.

……

Although it is not the first time he has come to the contemporary editorial office, every time he steps into this old building that contains history, he will be shocked by its thick heritage.

Every brick and tree in front of him seemed to be able to speak, and he was listening to the echoes of the years. He knows how many changes and times this building has witnessed, and what an honor it is for him to stand here.

"Squeak."

"Hey, it's Mr. Jiang, you're here!"

As the door of the editorial office opened, a voice of surprise appeared in his ears.

Jiang Yulou looked for prestige, she was a young female editor, "It's Editor Xia, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?" ”

"Mr. Jiang also knows that the editing work is very busy, but it is very fulfilling." After chatting for a few words, Editor Xia saw the manuscript in his hand, "Is there something you have to do with coming to the editorial office today?" ”

"Oh, I made an appointment with Editor Meng, and there is a new work to bring him a purpose."

Jiang Yulou calmly said the purpose of coming here, but Editor Xia was very surprised, and couldn't help complaining: "Does Mr. Jiang have a new work?" If your writing speed spreads, I don't know how many writers will be ashamed. ”

In this era, due to communication and transportation, it is exponentially more difficult for writers to deliver their manuscripts, and editors are often troubled by this. If every writer is as efficient as Mr. Jiang, we editors will save a lot of work.

"Ah, I'm a newcomer, my writing skills are not as good as those of famous writers, and the only thing that is commendable is the speed of writing."

"Teacher Jiang is too modest. I am sure that if your new work is published in our contemporary era, it will definitely set a new sales record. ”

"Haha, if Editor Xia continues to boast, I will take it seriously."

"Hee-hee, I'm telling the truth."

Jiang Yulou followed Editor Xia to the office that he had been to many times, but Meng Weiya was not there.

"Teacher Jiang, wait a minute, Editor Meng will be back soon."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Jiang Yulou sat politely on the sofa, and then quietly waited for Meng Weiya to come back.

Editor Xia called a colleague to help call Meng Weiya, and she was busy serving tea and pouring water for Jiang Yulou.

"Editor Xia, you can just go and do your own business, don't worry about me."

"Oh, you're so polite, it's our editor's job to serve tea to visiting writers."

Jiang Yulou couldn't push it, so he had to continue to sit on the sofa and wait.

"Teacher Jiang, please use tea." The door of the conference room was pushed open, and Editor Xia walked in with a tray carrying a pot of tea, and poured Jiang Yulou a cup of tea, "Editor Meng will come over soon." ”

Although I felt that Editor Xia's eyes were a little wrong, Jiang Yulou still politely said thank you,

Huh? Why did she sit down next to her? Shouldn't you get out now?

"Teacher Jiang, I heard that you are from Shaanxi?"

"Well, my hometown is from Shanghe Village, Shaanxi."

"Recently, there are a lot of Shaanxi writers who have contributed to our magazine, and they are all excellent."

"Oh, really?"

"Really, especially a writer named Lu Yu, whose work has been well received by our editorial department. Although there are some things that need to be changed, the publication is already a certainty. ”

"Is it Brother Lu?"

"Huh? Does Mr. Jiang know the road writers? ”

Taking advantage of Meng Weizai's lack of return, the two chatted slowly.

There was a good atmosphere until Meng Weiya pushed the door in, and after Editor Meng came in, Editor Xia also poured him tea and went out.