Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 94 There is no false reputation under a great name!
Without saying anything else, he lowered his head and continued reading. After all, Wu Du was also attracted by the story.

Zhou Lu couldn't accept the news of his friend's death, even if he went to the scene in person. After all, they were playing together a few hours ago, and in the blink of an eye...

The next day it was cloudy and rainy. Zhou Lu wandered aimlessly near his home and unknowingly came to the park where he played ball with his friends yesterday. Walking on the stone path, he felt that the facilities in the park were so old.

But the next second, a ping-pong ball jumped in front of Zhou Lu.

Zhou Lu was full of doubts because the degree of wear and tear on the ping-pong ball and the trick of marking the table top number with a marker were exactly the same as his own ball, but the problem was that he had left that ball at home.

[Suddenly, the air around them changed.

He seemed to pass through a thin film of moist air, and then a dry breeze enveloped his entire body.]
As we stepped in, everything changed, from morning to afternoon, and the weather changed from rainy to sunny.

The most important thing is that Zhou Lu saw his good friend who died yesterday.

It seemed as if nothing had happened. Zhou Lu even found that the T-shirt he was wearing was the same one he wore yesterday, returning to the moment when the tragedy had not yet happened.

Through questioning, Zhou Lu found himself back to yesterday.

"Yesterday's park made the point." Wu Du nodded silently.

Zhou Lu decided to save his friend, and he sent his friend home directly, perfectly avoiding the car accident. When he went home to watch cartoons with great pride, he received another call. Zhou Lu's best friend went out to help his family sell things after returning home safely, and was hit and killed by a car...

"Can't eternal destiny be changed?" Wu Du seemed to have guessed the ending.

The subsequent development of the story is exactly as Wu Du had imagined. No matter how many times Zhou Lu goes to the park path to pick up the ball, his friend will die, and even more people will be involved, such as his friend's sister.

[“So I have no choice. No matter what I do, you will die. At this point, you can only save yourself. Be careful with the car when you go out. If your house is on fire, escape immediately. If possible, don’t sleep tonight. If you have to sleep, sleep closer to the balcony. That way, if there is a fire, you can escape to the balcony and maybe crawl to the next door.”

The more Zhou Lu spoke, the more uncomfortable he felt. It was as if a fish bone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even breathe.]
So desperate, Wu Du felt the protagonist's despair. He tried his best to save his friend, but things were getting worse and worse.

Because Zhou Lu cried, her friend believed her and followed her advice, staying up all night to save herself. But the next day, her family was devastated...

Helpless, Zhou Lu decided to give up because his friend told him that he must save his sister no matter what.

"He is a good brother. He knew he was going to die, but he still thought about his sister." Wu Du was a little touched. "Choosing to give up is the most painful thing."

Zhou Lu did not pick up the ping-pong ball that had jumped onto the park path...

But what really made "Yesterday's Park" a masterpiece was its sequel.

[“Dad, you won’t understand… It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand…” Zhou Ning’s voice became lower and lower.

What a familiar word! It took Zhou Lu a long time to realize where Zhou Ning came from.]
"Ningning, Dad understands. I know you tried every possible way to save Dad... Dad understands." These words from the protagonist Zhou Lu gave Wu Du goose bumps all over his body, and his heart seemed to be punched by an invisible fist.

The following paragraph is simply a stroke of genius and contains a huge amount of information.

The protagonist realized where his son came from because he himself said the same thing to his friends, "You won't understand."

It can be predicted that his son Ningning must have tried many times to save his father, but just like he did back then, the situation must have gotten worse and worse.

Therefore, in the last moments of Zhou Lu's life, he decided to comfort his children.

"This story..." If Wu Du wasn't so hard-hearted, he would have almost cried.

What a sad story. No wonder both magazines wanted to sign him. No matter what Gu Lu wrote before, based on the piece "Yesterday's Park", it would be normal for him to be signed by any magazine except pure literature magazines.

"Fate cannot be changed, it really cannot be changed, even if we can go back to the past, so we should cherish the past more. I think before the protagonist died, he was probably thinking about not spending more time with his children." Wu Du had too many emotions in his heart.

"Teacher Wu, how is it? Does it need any revision?" Wan Bai saw that Wu Du didn't say anything for a long time after reading it, and couldn't help but ask.

After all, two of my stories had been rejected by my instructor.

Revise?

Teacher Wu had only one thought in his mind: Am I worthy of it? Am I worthy of revising such a good and complete story?
"It's perfect. This is the best short story I've read this year, bar none." Wu Du said, "There is no false reputation. It's absolutely correct to say that Gu Lu is a genius writer."

"The most important thing is that the performance scene is small, no more than ten people are needed, and there are only four main characters." Wu Du said, "The more I talk about it, the more I feel that this student's writing ability is a bit terrifying. It not only ensures the story and connotation, but also is very suitable for stage plays."

I agree! Wan Bai felt the same way after reading this story. The sadness was stuck in his heart and could not be shaken off. He thought it was because he didn't read enough books, but he didn't expect that even his instructor, an old writer, would give such an evaluation.

"I'll change the format a bit. After all, the format of a novel is a little different from that of a stage play script." Wu Du said, "I'll go talk to you during lunch break."

Wu Du really wanted to meet this talented writer.

That’s great that there’s no problem, Wan Bai left the office.

Thousands of miles away, there was also something related to Gu Lu. About a week before the publication of "Years of Reasoning", the first batch of survey forms with prizes were sent to the editorial office.

In 12 and before, feedback on magazine content basically relied on this, and Internet feedback was still not popular.

Editor-in-Chief Gao took it very seriously and read it in his office as soon as he arrived at the editorial department today.

The magazine sells about 200,000 copies per issue, but only a small number of readers will cut out the questionnaire and send it to the editorial office.

The first batch has about seventy or eighty copies. Editor-in-Chief Gao usually opens the AC forum before going to work on weekdays, but the 21st of each month is an exception.

[Specific impressions of this issue:

The puzzles in "Mystery Club" are becoming less and less logical

1. What do you think needs to be added or adjusted in "Reasoning"?

2. Welcome to join "Mystery Mobilization" and share with us the little interesting mysteries in life.

3. Fill in the answer to the puzzle and mail it to the editorial department of this magazine. If the key points of the decryption are basically consistent, you will have a chance to win a mystery book series.

4. What do you want to say about your favorite author?
[…]
The first part is to fill in the reader's personal information, there is nothing much to say.

"Is the logic of the reasoning puzzle bad?" Editor-in-Chief Gao saw three similar comments in a row and kept them in mind.

The featured column [Mystery Puzzles] of "Years of Reasoning" asks readers to solve puzzles in every issue. Many readers buy an issue just to prove their answers.

Let’s see how readers respond to the work. Whether “Mr. Holmes” can be published also depends on the readers.

(End of this chapter)