After returning to Jiang Yulou and leaving the contemporary editorial department, Meng Weizai looked at the manuscript in front of him, both happy and worried.

With that series of sighs, colleagues in the editorial department thought that something had happened to him.

Some old comrades felt very strange when they saw Meng Weiya's appearance: "What's the matter, which writer made you angry with Lao Meng?" ”

"Well, how to say it, it's hard to say."

"Hey, you're still playing mysterious, aren't you?"

Meng Weizai said with a complicated expression: "Let's be honest, it's Xiao Jiang who has a new work." ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed.

"That's a good thing."

"Is Jiang Da writer going to join our magazine again, shouldn't you have a drink?"

"That's right, Comrade Jiang is now the hottest young writer in China, as long as he is willing to write, it is a sales guarantee!"

"I was worried about whether Comrade Jiang would cooperate with other magazines, but now it seems that he is quite satisfied with our contemporary times."

"Does the new book still write about spy warfare?"

"I feel like I'm going to write suspense."

“……”

The contemporary Zhong editors discussed it with great interest.

Meng Weizai looked at everyone with a strange expression, and said after a while: "What if Xiao Jiang's new book is about youthful love?" ”

The editorial office fell silent for a moment.

It took a long time before someone tentatively asked: "Is it the kind of youthful love I know?" ”

Meng Weizai smiled reluctantly: "Maybe it's more appropriate to call it youth literature." ”

Really?

Adolescent love?

It's not that youth literature is bad, but it depends on the times.

What's trending right now?

It's scar literature, it's reform literature. Oh, maybe spy war literature is on fire, but it will never be youth literature.

Everyone's brows gradually furrowed, and the originally noisy office fell silent.

Meng Weiya said: "Actually, Xiao Jiang's work still has merit, at least the first chapter is very attractive to readers. ”

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to say.

I always feel that Jiang Yulou's new work is not very reliable.

He did not pay any more attention to the congregation.

Meng Weiya was already seated at the table.

In any case, he has to review the manuscript to see if Jiang Yulou's youth literature will fall into clichés after the first chapter is amazing.

Let's be honest.

Unlike what other editors imagined, Meng Weiya opened the "Love Letter" almost with anticipation, re-read the first chapter, and turned to the second chapter.

"Qiuya, I'm fine, thank you. Just a little cold. "The payment is Jingchu.

The second chapter amazed Meng Weizai again.

I thought that a new love would be involved in the letter in the first chapter, but I didn't expect a woman to suddenly appear, such an idea is too ingenious.

What's even more ingenious is that Nu Jingchu returned the letter.

He couldn't wait to see what kind of expression Qiu Ya would have if she received a reply.

Is it surprise, fear, or surprise?

It seems that Jiang Yulou didn't want to write about youth love on a whim, but really has this kind of strength.

But why can't you think about it, so you have to write about youthful love?

Meng Weiya shook his head and continued to watch.

The editor reads the book very quickly, chapter one, chapter two, chapter three...... Meng Weiya saw it very quickly.

But when he saw the ninth chapter, Meng Weiya suddenly stopped.

It's like someone pressed the pause button.

Somehow, he actually opened the first chapter of "Love Letter" and re-read it.

This time, his reading speed was incredibly slow, literally reading word by word.

This is a rare occurrence in Meng Weiya's editorial career, for fear of missing some important information.

Contemporary Magazine is a public institution, the morning work time is half past eleven noon, the afternoon work time is one o'clock, there is an hour and a half rest time in the middle, enough for everyone to eat or rest, but few people go home, everyone will basically eat and rest in the unit canteen.

Half past eleven.

The editors of the contemporary editorial department went to the cafeteria to finish their meal together, and when they returned to the office in groups of three or five after half an hour, they found Meng Weiya holding a manuscript and sitting motionless at the table, as if fascinated.

The crowd shook their heads.

While everyone admired Meng Weizai's dedication, they also lamented his luck, obviously excavating a best-selling author Jiang Yulou, and the fire of "Secret Calculation" became a beautiful talk in the literary world.

Originally, Editor Meng was worried about whether the works of the second issue of "Contemporary" could continue the popularity of the first issue, Jiang Yulou's new book gave him hope, but Jiang Yulou's new book chose an inexplicable theme.

Don't talk about Meng Weizai.

In this case, even if the editor of "Harvest" is changed, it is estimated that he will be a little unbearable, I am afraid that Meng Weizai is now thinking about how to persuade Jiang Yulou to change the subject, so everyone took turns to persuade him:

"Old Meng, let's go down to eat first."

"Even if there is no Jiang Yulou, there are other writers."

"yes, we can't hang ourselves from a tree, can we?"

"Even if you really like him, there are other ways."

"You can have a good chat with Comrade Xiao Jiang when you go back, let him understand the real trend in the literary world, persuade him to continue to write spy war themes, and continue to write spy wars with his strength, even if it can't reach the height of "Secret Calculation", I believe it will not be very far behind."

"Youth love can't be written. He was a young man and couldn't grasp it. ”

The shoulder was patted several times by his colleagues, Meng Weizai came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, and the whole person seemed to be alive, he suddenly stood up from his seat with a red face, and scolded loudly with excitement:

"You know the!"

After everyone looked at each other, they all wondered if Meng Weiya was mentally tortured by Jiang Yulou's novel, otherwise how could it be so abnormal.

Meng Weizai's eyes were red, and he said with emotion: "I think we are old, our thinking is too conservative, and we don't know what youth love is, Xiao Jiang's work really writes the youth love story of young people!" ”

Meng Weiya is really excited!

When it comes to youth love, it is inseparable from the love of men and women, so when many editors heard that Jiang Yulou wanted to write about youth love, their first reaction was that this subject was not easy to write about, and they couldn't write anything new.

Originally, Meng Weiya thought the same way.

It wasn't until ten minutes ago that Meng Weiya thoroughly read the content of the first volume of "Love Letters" that he realized that he had taken it for granted before, Jiang Yulou's understanding of youth love exceeded the expectations of all contemporary editors-

Pure and immaculate, sad but not sad, want to speak and stop, unfinished,

It turns out that youthful love can still be written like this!

Although the whole work is about life and death, it does not reveal the ups and downs of great sorrow and joy, but in the bland narrative, it tells the audience the word "love", interpreting the "ultimate of secret love".

Meng Weizai was relieved and understood why Jiang Yulou wanted to write youth literature.

"Jiang Yulou's new work I think can be published in the second issue of "Contemporary".

He didn't explain too much about how subtle the show was, but directly announced his decision.

After doing these things. Meng Weizai smiled heartily, and then went downstairs to eat.