Literary Master 1978

In Lin Chaoyang's opinion, the matter of revising the manuscript is the same as that of later generations who worked overtime to revise PPT and copywriting.

There are so many ideas from your bosses and customers. If you don’t have a few plans in mind and have no ability to adapt to changes, will you be tortured to death by them?

When he first went to the editorial office of "Yanjing Literature and Art", Zhou Yanru discussed some minor issues with "The Wrangler" with Lin Chaoyang. He took it to heart at that time and has been drafting the manuscript these days.

Doesn’t this come in handy today?

He really didn't know how to change the manuscript. Zhou Yanru and Chen Jiangong would figure out so many things.

If you let him know, he will be very happy.

Finally, he appeared in front of others as a saint!

Two days later, Lin Chaoyang was reading in the library.

A note came up from downstairs, saying that someone was looking for him. When he went downstairs, he saw that it was Tao Yushu.

"Yushu, you have no classes in the afternoon?" Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised.

Classes at the university are rarely fully booked every day. Even when Tao Yushu has no classes at school, he always finds a place to read and rarely comes back early.

Facing Lin Chaoyang's question, Tao Yushu responded with a warm hug.

"Chaoyang, my comment was published!"

Tao Yushu looked happy, and his face was full of spring breeze.

"Published so soon? Let's go and buy a copy of "Literary Journal" and take a look."

Tao Yushu pulled him and took out a pamphlet from his schoolbag, showing off a little, "Look!"

Lin Chaoyang happily took the booklet. It was a 16-page publication. On the left side of the cover was an ink painting. On the right side were the words "Literary Newspaper" in traditional Chinese. The year and issue number were written below.

The "Literary News", which just resumed publication in July this year, is still a bimonthly publication, published on the 15th of every month. The publication he held in his hand was just released today.

Lin Chaoyang opened the "Literary News" and found a familiar name in the catalog: "Discussing the Authenticity of Literary and Artistic Creation from "Scars"" Tao Yushu.

"That's great! You've published an article just now in your freshman year. Comrade Xiao Tao has an unlimited future. Don't look down on me as a rotten husband in the future!" Lin Chaoyang joked with a smile.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Tao Yushu scolded, and then said mysteriously: "Read more!"

Lin Chaoyang thought she wanted him to see the printed article, but a piece of paper fell from between the pages. He picked it up and saw that it was a manuscript fee slip.

Tao Yushu's article was not long, nearly 2,000 words. The editorial department of "Literary News" paid her ten yuan as a manuscript fee based on the standard of five yuan per thousand words. With this fee slip, she could go to the Postal Savings Office to collect it. royalties.

Before Lin Chaoyang could say anything, Tao Yushu said, "I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight!"

Lin Chaoyang clapped his hands and asked, "Is the family no longer concerned about it?"

"I'll give them more food tomorrow!" Ms. Tao said boldly.

"atmosphere!"

"Then tell your family that you won't go back to eat tonight?" Lin Chaoyang reminded.

"Well, you go to work first, I'll go back."

Tao Yushu said he was inviting Lin Chaoyang to a big dinner, but he actually went to the Changzheng Restaurant outside the south gate of the school.

There happened to be a savings bank in this area, so the two of them withdrew money first and then went to eat.

"Order the liver tip, eat the liver to replenish the blood." Tao Yushu specially told him when ordering.

"Okay, how about another Slippery Tenderloin?"

"OK."

The couple ordered three dishes, the most expensive of which was the slippery tenderloin, which cost 82 cents per portion. The meal cost two yuan and 32 cents, which was very luxurious.

Changzheng Restaurant is a little more expensive than the school cafeteria, but it is still relatively economical and affordable by restaurant standards. The key is that the taste is not bad. The couple's mouths are full of oil and happiness.

After having too much dinner, the two of them took a walk along Yanyuan.

Yanyuan in the evening is the most lively time of the day. Autumn in Yanjing is always very short. Wearing short-sleeved shirts is too hot in mid-September, and winter begins in November. These days can be regarded as the best weather in Yanjing of the year. The best of times.

Tao Yushu held Lin Chaoyang's arm and muttered something about settling accounts.

She just spent two yuan and thirty-two cents on the meal, and tomorrow she had to buy some food for her family to improve the food. More than half of her ten yuan royalties were gone at once, and she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed after doing the calculation.

"This is too much money to spend!"

"Write more next time and send him 100,000 words. Wouldn't that be a waste?"

Tao Yushu laughed and said: "If I publish 100,000 words, I will be great and become a critic."

"I trust you!"

Although the couple were joking, Tao Yushu felt her husband's trust and couldn't help but hugged his arm tightly with her hands and nestled against his shoulders. The atmosphere was warm.

The next day, Tao Yushu bought half a roast duck, a piece of fish, and two pounds of tenderloin for his family, leaving only two yuan of the ten yuan royalties.

When they heard that Tao Yushu's article was published in "Literary News", Tao's father and Tao's mother were very happy, but the way Tao's mother looked at Lin Chaoyang was even more wrong.

The better her daughter is, the more she dislikes Lin Chaoyang.

"It's not like Yushu went to college in vain. He's almost catching up to my former glory."

The uncle's words made Tao Yushu and his sisters look down at her. Tao's mother said at this time: "Xiao Lin, Yushu studies so diligently, you can't slack off."

Tao's father called Lin Chaoyang "Chaoyang", but Tao's mother called her "Xiaolin". They could tell the difference at a glance. Lin Chaoyang internally translated Tao's mother's subtext: My daughter is so good, don't hold her back.

"Mom, Chaoyang works so hard. He goes to the museum on duty at night and on weekends. Uncle Xie even praised him to Dad."

Before Lin Chaoyang could speak, Tao Yushu defended him.

"Why are you so active in the big pot meal? You are so stubborn!"

Seeing that what Tao's mother said was not pleasant, Tao's father said: "Okay, let's eat quickly."

The Tao family's dinner tonight was particularly rich, with three meat and three vegetables. The family ate happily.

After returning to the room, Tao Yushu said to Lin Chaoyang: "Don't take my mother's words to heart. She is like that."

"Mom's words are not pleasant, but they make sense. And don't you think this is a good phenomenon?"

"What do you mean?"

"At least Mom has requirements for me. Isn't this accepting me little by little!"

Tao Yushu was a little speechless. She suspected that even if her mother scolded her husband now, he would be able to think of words to defend him.

But when she thought that he did this to make her feel less uncomfortable and to maintain their mother-daughter relationship, she was moved and couldn't help but throw herself into Lin Chaoyang's arms.

When the couple was being affectionate, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

"Oh!" The girl covered her eyes shyly.

The two hurriedly separated when they heard the noise. Tao Yushu looked at the door and said unhappily: "Do you know that you have to knock on the door before entering the room?"

"I know, I'll pay attention next time."

Tao Yumo knew that she was in the wrong, and she was asking for help, so her attitude was unexpectedly good.

"What?" Tao Yushu asked her.

"Sister, where did you buy the "Literary and Art Newspaper"? Lend it to me!"

"Remember to return it." Tao Yushu did not forget to remind her when she lent the booklet to her sister.

"I'll give it to you after reading it for two days."

After Tao Yumo left, Tao Yushu hummed a little song and opened the book, feeling very happy.

"Play the hand drum and sing a song, I ride a horse over the hill..."

While Lin Chaoyang was happy for his daughter-in-law, he was also looking forward to it.

The novel he sent to Shanghai Literature should have been received by the editorial department by now, right? It should be accepted, right?

And at Yenching Literature and Art, the manuscript of The Horse Herder has been revised. Zhou Yanru said it will be published in November, but I don’t know when the payment will be issued?

Come to think of it, these days are still promising.