Chen Qiaosheng said: "Four months? That's such a long time? Just wait a minute, I'll look for it and see which issue your manuscript is scheduled to, and what's the title? "Wild Weeds", right?"

Lin Feng turned to Wang Zixu and asked: ""There are creepers in the wild", is it from the Book of Songs, right?"

The prince nodded vaguely: "Yes, it's from "Guo Feng". There are vines in the wild, and the dew is shining. There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful."

Lin Feng raised his thumb: "Brother Wang's memory has always been so amazing. Why did you choose this allusion?"

Wang Zixu thought about how to explain it, but found it difficult, and finally said: "You will know after you see it."

Ning Chunyan took the manuscript paper and read it carefully. This novel tells a story from love to marriage.

The protagonist of the story is a college student studying at a prestigious university. When he returned to his hometown during the summer, he met a beautiful female employee in a flower shop. Her thoughts and conversation were very consistent with his, and he seemed to have a tacit understanding. He fell in love instantly.

After experiencing love-hate entanglement, crazy pursuit, and overcoming the resistance of both parents, they finally came together. However, after marriage, he found that under the pressure of life, his wife had turned into a vulgar housewife.

, and in the eyes of his wife, he has become a loser in life. Marriage has shattered all the auras of the two of them, killed their passion, and eliminated their beauty.

At the end, the protagonist's wife is still beautiful in his eyes, but it is no longer the elegant and graceful image surrounded by flowers when he first saw her. The flowers have withered, thorns have begun to grow, dead branches have fallen, and weeds have become overgrown.

He also consciously described her as ugly, a failure in life, and unworthy of her.

When Ning Chunyan first started reading, her expectations had been extremely low by the works of the previous two, so she read this work with a relaxed and instructive attitude. However, after reading the beginning, her attention was already drawn.

Went in.

Wang Zixu's writing style is fresh, concise and straightforward. There seems to be no aphorisms, but every word is very precise. It reads catchy and has a strong sense of pictures in the mind. It is the kind of writing that makes people unable to say specifically what is good about it.

Good.

His writing style reminded her of the names of many famous writers, such as Hemingway, Nabokov, Su Tong and the early Yu Hua. But upon closer inspection, it looked like no one and was different from any literary works she had read.

All in all, after reading this story, she took a new look at Wang Zixu. Before, she thought he was just a depressed literary youth, but she didn't expect that he could actually have real skills under his command.

However, this made her feel even more bizarre. For a work of this level to be published in a publication like Xihe Literature and Art, it felt like a boxer entering a kindergarten to find an opponent.

Ning Chunyan patted the manuscript on Wang Zixu's chest and said, "It's well written! Have you written anything else?"

Wang Zixu said: "I have written quite a lot, but I have only submitted a few articles. And none of them were accepted."

Ning Chunyan said: "Vote one more time. Why not vote after you've written it?"

Wang Zixu said: "I only take the best ones and submit them to magazines. If they are not good, they will be deleted. There is no need to keep the manuscript. I didn't keep any manuscript for this article."

Ning Chunyan said: "You are a bit perfectionist. Which literary magazines have you submitted to before?"

Wang Zixu said: ""Get", "September" and "Xihe Literature and Art"."

Ning Chunyan said: "Pfft..."

She understood why when she met Wang Zixu for the first time, she felt that he was unappreciated for his talent and was born at the wrong time.

Ning Chunyan patiently explained: "Get and September are the top literary magazines. As a fledgling newcomer, it will definitely be difficult for you to submit to them. You can change your application and submit again."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "Every article I write is perfect for me. There is no room for modification. If you ask me to change it, why don't you ask me to write it again?"

Ning Chunyan covered her forehead: "That's why you haven't been able to vote."

The prince was noncommittal.

He didn't know how the reviewing editors thought, but every novel he wrote with care (not including Wen Ai's script) was a work created by draining his own soul. No one knew that he wanted to write

What a price those works cost.

If those works are not recognized, it means that his soul is not recognized. If his hairstyle is laughed at, he can find another barber; if his clothes are criticized, he can return them and buy a new one. If his soul

Without recognition, he can't do anything. Because the soul cannot be changed.

A soul that is not liked by others can only wait for someone who can appreciate it.

Chen Qiaosheng came over, holding a handwritten notepad:

"I found it. Your novel has been scheduled for next month's issue."

Wang Zixu took his notepad and stared at his name on it, feeling a little confused.

Ning Chunyan raised her voice: "This article is so well written, why do you have to wait in line for so long?"

Chen Qiaosheng said: "Of course this is a special situation. You see, in the novel section of our magazine, there is only space for three to four articles in each issue, and everyone is writing short stories of several thousand words. Only his article is as high as

Thirty thousand words are almost the length of a novella, so it’s not easy to format.”

Ning Chunyan said: "Then add a few pages."

Chen Qiaosheng said in embarrassment: "Our budget is only so large. It will be troublesome to add a few pages."

Lin Feng said: "You still haven't explained why he waited in line for so long."

Chen Qiaosheng said: "Hey, if you want to be in the front row, come and tell me earlier! You don't know how difficult this job is. Everyone comes to say hello, just like playing poker. In the end, we all became the kings of the competition, and we also

It’s very difficult to do!”

Chen Qiaosheng spoke full of resentment, Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder and said: "Okay, okay, Old Chen, it's hard for you too, I know."

Chen Qiaosheng frowned: "Yeah, it's difficult for everyone these days, but I guarantee that since you are here, without saying a word, this position will be determined for you, and no one can move you."

Ning Chunyan frowned and stared at him. She didn't like this person very much. She had no respect for literature at all.

"Why don't you tell me?"

Chen Qiaosheng looked up at Wang Zixu: "What?"

"Why didn't you tell me if my manuscript was accepted?" Wang Zixu raised his head from the notepad, "You should have told me!"

Chen Qiaosheng was a little at a loss: "If the manuscript is not rejected, doesn't it mean it is accepted? This has been the practice for many years."

Wang Zixu said: "But it would be great if you told me."

Chen Qiaosheng picked up the tea cup and stared at Wang Zixu. He felt that there might be something wrong with this person.

What he didn't know was that not having a draft for "Xihe Literature and Art" was the last bullet that penetrated Wang Zi's psychological defense. It was just a matter of course that he didn't have a draft for "Acquisition" and "September", and he would continue to work hard.

It was only after he finished the draft of "Literature and Art" that he completely broke through.

It can be said that Wang Zixu's life was changed just because of a few small willful actions of power. If someone had told him at that time, "Actually, you have written a manuscript for "Xihe Literature", he would not have written a literary script at all, nor would he have done so.

I won't be a little prince.

Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Wang, forget it. The past is the past. Today is actually something that everyone is happy about. Let's go have a late-night snack."

Wang Zixu swallowed the lump in his throat, sniffed, and returned the notepad to Chen Qiaosheng.

"Ning Cainv! So you are here!"

A frivolous voice came from the door. Wang Zixu looked up and saw Shen Qingfeng.

Shen Qingfeng walked in, glanced at Wang Zixu, and said with a smile: "Isn't this Lin Feng and Brother Cai Ming? Why, Vice President Lin, are you going to bring Brother Cai Ming to the Literary Association to apply for a name and show off your literary skills?
Chapter completed!