"Your "Wild Weeds" was published in "Yangtze River", with more than 30,000 words!" Lin Feng said.

When he mentioned "more than 30,000 words", his eyes widened. Lin Feng was surprised that no one except Wang Zixu understood it - the magazine space was tight, and as a newcomer, Wang Zixu was so surprised when he appeared in the magazine for the first time.

Taking up more than 30,000 words, it is no exaggeration to describe it as a "feat".

You know, when "Soul and Flesh" was published, the editors of the magazine struggled for several days because of its word count. Later, "Soul and Flesh" was well received as soon as it was published, and later won the Outstanding Short Story Award

won the award, and was later adapted into the famous film "The Wrangler" - and "Spirit and Flesh" has less than 20,000 words.

Lin Feng paused and then said: "The news hasn't spread yet, but if it does, someone will definitely rush to be your recommender. Just tell me when the time comes that I have already become your recommender, okay?"

Wang Zixu nodded: "That's natural. Didn't we agree a month ago?"

Lin Feng smiled honestly. What Wang Zixu was talking about was the promise they made casually when they were squatting in front of the flower bed in the park and smoking. He was very happy that Wang Zixu still remembered the agreement at that time, which meant that they both kept their words and were both good.

of.

Zhang Cangnian raised his voice and asked: "What kind of magazine is "Yangtze River"? Does the Literary and Art Association have to rob it when it comes to recruit people?"

Lin Feng replied: ""Yangtze River" can be said to be the highest-status literary journal in this province. The membership standard of the Literary and Art Association is that if the number of words published in the journal exceeds 100,000, you can be recommended for membership. If it is a core journal, the number of words can be reduced to 30,000. Wang

Brother, one novel has reached the standard, it’s really amazing.”

Zhang Cangnian was very happy: "Gouju, you are really discerning. Not only is Xiao Diao in our unit about to be robbed by the literary association, but now there is another Wang Zixu who is also being robbed. The literary style of our unit is very prosperous!"

He watched the excitement without taking it too seriously, and didn't care at all that Gou Yingbiao's facial features were distorted to pieces. He knew whether Gou Yingbiao had a "smart eye for discerning pearls". But he had to smile and agree to show his magnanimity.

Wang Zixu didn't look at Gou Yingbiao's expression at all, but asked about Lin Feng: "Has your work entered the final round?"

Lin Feng said: "I entered. But...Lin Luo also entered."

The second half of his sentence was spoken at a volume that only Wang Zixu could hear. After he finished speaking, he patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder again and said: "It's a pity that you didn't enter the essay competition this time, but compared to "The Yangtze River"

In terms of ranking in the literary society, it is not bad, and it can be regarded as a loss and a gain."

In front of others, Wang Zixu felt uncomfortable revealing to Lin Feng that his manuscript had become a specially invited manuscript for NTU, so he asked him indifferently: "Aren't you hot in such a thick suit?"

Lin Feng smiled sheepishly: "In today's big event, even if you don't get a good ranking, you still have to dress decently to maintain your momentum. In fact, you should also dress well. There are many celebrities coming today. If

How good would it be to leave a good impression on others?”

Wang Zixu said: "I don't care anymore. I don't have to meet those celebrities. Even if I meet them, I may not have any interactions with them in the future."

Lin Feng did not dissuade him. He was busy with other things. After saying hello to others, he was about to leave. Before leaving, Song Yinglian mustered up the courage and said:

"Teacher Lin, our Xiao Diao has also entered the third round this time. Can you be her recommender for joining the Literary and Art Association?"

"Why!"

Diao Yiwen made a short sound. It was too late to stop Song Yinglian, he had already spoken. Diao Yiwen covered half of her face with a painful expression.

Lin Feng turned around, glanced at Diao Yiwen in surprise, and then said with a smile: "You entered the third round? I heard. It's good to get this result at this age, but there is a word count requirement for joining the Literary and Art Association, and I just entered the tenth place.

If it doesn’t work yet, if you write more and publish more in the future, you will have the opportunity to join.”

Song Yinglian was annoyed and his expression was a bit embarrassing. Diao Yiwen glared at him complainingly. Just now Lin Feng talked about the threshold for joining the Literary and Art Association. Isn't this humiliating himself?

Lin Feng took two steps and suddenly thought of something. He turned back and said to Wang Zixu: "The Yangtze River does not send samples to writers who have published articles. If you have time, you can buy a copy as a souvenir. Over there.

You can find them at bookstores.”

After Lin Feng left, no one spoke for a long time under the pergola. Gou Yingbiao was only halfway through his criticism of Wang Zixu. When he mentioned "no talent", Lin Feng was completely interrupted. Next,

There was no way to continue the argument. Gou Yingbiao didn't speak, and the others had nothing to say and could only stare.

Zhang Cangnian rarely experiences this kind of fun. At this time, only an old comrade like him who is on the verge of retirement has the right to be exempted from silence. He patted Wang Zixu on the chest and said: "Xiao Wang, how do you feel when you boarded "Yangtze River"?

Not excited at all?"

Wang Zixu said: "It's nothing to be excited about. I just published an article. I'm so old, so it's time for me to publish an article."

Zhang Cannian patted him on the shoulder and said, "Very good." Then he turned to look at Gou Yingbiao: "Director Gou, didn't you just say that young comrades should go to cultural gatherings more often? Why don't you let Wang Zixu go to the bookstore and buy a copy of "

"Yangtze River", encourage the comrades in the unit?"

Gou Yingbiao couldn't refuse, not to mention that Wang Zixu couldn't say anything now. The more he looked at him, the more upset he became, and he waved his hand with disgust, signaling for them to leave.

This played into Wang Zixu's wish. Seeing that Gou Yingbiao was quite annoyed, he turned around and left without even saying hello.

After walking ten meters away, I turned around and found Diao Yiwen's small campaign team following behind.

He smiled, didn't care, and walked straight to the bookstore.

Not far behind, Song Yinglian whispered: "Xiao Diao, do you plan to follow him to have a look?"

Diao Yiwen nodded: "I originally planned to go to the bookstore."

Guo Ranran whispered: "I also think I should take a look. Hasn't his manuscript been rejected all the time before? Why did he suddenly appear in "Yangtze River"? There might be some misunderstanding."

Diao Yiwen did not answer, but just followed Wang Zixu silently. Guo Ranran was not stubborn, her character was like this. She could fail in her own life, but Wang Zixu's life must fail, otherwise she would not have a good life.

.

Song Yinglian whispered: "What has he been doing all these days? Why did he suddenly buy such an expensive car?"

Guo Ranran asked: "What car?"

"Didn't you see? The Audi he drives is worth three to four hundred thousand yuan."

"So expensive?"

"What do you think?"

Guo Ranran was stunned for a long time and suddenly felt very frustrated. Song Yinglian thought hard. He didn't care whether Wang Zixu boarded the Yangtze River or the Yellow River, but he was very jealous of that car.

For a time, the three of them each had their own secrets.

The book kiosks and bookstore stalls at the cultural fair are close together. They were jointly contracted by several bookstores in the city. They used blue plastic tiles to cover a 200-square-meter tent area in the center of the square. The walls were made of transparent plastic.

Four temporary air conditioners were installed, making it the most densely populated area in the square.

There are four doors in the east, west, north and south. When you open the curtain and enter, you will see a maze of bookshelves up to two meters high. Several "book pillars" are spirally arranged and ascend. There are a collection of classics and history, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, and all kinds of books. The bookshelves are staggered in height and covered with layers.

, the winding path leads to a quiet place, and the room is filled with the fragrance of ink.

Wang Zixu walked through the forest of books and finally found the location of the newspaper. After searching for a long time among the magazines, he finally found "Yangtze River". Just as he was about to reach for it, Guo Ranran came out of the thorn slope and got the first step.

Seized it.

"Let me see."

She opened the magazine and flipped through it roughly for a long time. Finally, she found the novel "Wild Weeds" on the first page after the table of contents. The three small words "Zixu" below confirmed her failure.

.Her eyes suddenly burst into tears, and she clasped her hands tightly.

Wang Zixu was hesitant to speak, and finally bent over to find out if there were any other copies of "Yangtze River" that had not been crumpled. As Lin Feng said, this magazine is worth remembering.

At this moment, he suddenly discovered a copy of "Literary Circle", with the words "The Little Prince's Love Letter to the World" printed on the cover. He smiled knowingly and pulled it out from the bookshelf.

At this moment, a familiar voice that had not been heard for a long time sounded in my ears:

"Wang Zixu? What a coincidence, you are here too?"

Wang Zixu raised his head and saw Ning Chunyan.
Chapter completed!