Chapter 669 Posting

During the meal, Tian Xiaoxia barely moved her chopsticks, and kept chatting with Shen Long about her feelings about reading this novel, until she found that Shen Long was busy answering her questions and had no time to eat, so she stopped with a smile. Down.

After dinner, it was getting late, Shen Long got up to send Tian Xiaoxia home, the place he lived was a bit out of the way, and there were not so many street lights on the road now, and as the educated youth returned to the city, there were gradually more idle people in the society, Whether it was out of etiquette or safety considerations, he couldn't let Tian Xiaoxia go home alone.

A job hunter and a female college student were walking on the street, but neither of them felt uncomfortable. They were immersed in each other's spiritual world ecstatically, and they didn't wake up until they reached the gate of the prefectural committee's family courtyard.

"After you finish writing, try to contribute! I'll go to the school library to help you find the submission addresses of those literary magazines." Tian Xiaoxia stopped and said, "You don't have to show me in a hurry, I know how to write. It’s a very difficult thing, so don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”

This is very different from just now. In the face of her desire to read and the pressure on the other party, Tian Xiaoxia resolutely restrained her desire in order to reduce the pressure on the other party. You know, Shaoping still has to find work during the day. However, it is hard work to work hard all day and write under dim light.

"The story is already in my head, and the rest is to modify the words and sentences. It won't be very hard." Shen Long told the truth that what he did was just to rewrite Ke Lan's story. According to Sun Shaoping Adjusted his memory into words that fit his identity and experience.

Watching Tian Xiaoxia enter the yard, Shen Long turned and left; Tian Xiaoxia turned her head and watched his figure disappear at the corner of the street, her eyes lost in the night.

There are no people on the street anymore, and the street lamps cast long shadows on the water-stained street;

The nine-level ancient pagoda points directly at the night sky with chaotic clouds in the haze; there are no stars, no moon; the cold wind blows through the trees in the distant mountains

Lin, there was a commotion; the majestic sound of the Huangyuan River and the sound of the Xiaonan River's flowing water sounded like a duet...

She couldn't help singing too--happy wind, please sing us a song! happy wind! You have blown over the mountains and seas of the world, and your song is heard all over the world. Sing, O wind! Facing the steep mountains, facing the mysterious ocean, facing the whispers of birds, facing the blue sky, facing brave and great people. Whoever can fight for victory, let him sing with us. Whoever wants to be happy can smile, whoever wants to do can succeed, whoever wants to find can get it...

This is an episode of the Soviet movie "Captain Grant's Children", she has not seen the movie, but likes to sing this song; walks through the empty yard towards the house; she feels that her association with Shaoping will bring There was something mysterious about it, probably like something out of a romance novel--the thought made her all the more excited!

Back in his dilapidated cave dwelling, Shen Long was not in a hurry to rest, and continued to rewrite while sitting at his desk... When he started working again, whether it was moving bricks and carrying stones, or eating and resting at noon, he carefully observed Those job hunters, contractors and passers-by around them pay attention to their demeanor and speech.

Especially the moving stories they told in simple language, he can only rewrite unpublished classics now, but this does not mean that he is willing to do this all the time, the miserable life on the Loess Plateau has accumulated too much worth writing. Precious material, one day, he will come up with his own work.

When I get home at night, I first write down the language and stories worth recording in a specially prepared notebook, and then start revising again.

After more than ten days, Shen Long finally finished writing the novel. Tian Xiaoxia held the manuscript paper and read it as soon as she arrived. The expression on her face changed with the progress of the plot. When Qiao was buried in the Yellow River, Xiaoxia even cried aloud. He was still muttering, Shaoping, you bastard, why did you write Cuiqiao to death.

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This reminded Shen Long of Lu Yao crying and telling others about his experience of writing Xiaoxia to death. Literature has this kind of charm, and both writers and readers can feel this charm; to be honest When he was supposed to write this paragraph, he also felt panting in his heart.

After rereading the novel several times, Tian Xiaoxia took out a few densely written papers from her bag, "This is the submission address of the literary magazines I collected during this period, including "Harvest" and "October" which was established the year before last. ", "Contemporary" and "Flower City" just launched last year, as well as "Yanhe" in our province, "Yellow Plains Literature" in our city...."

"Harvest" is an old-school literary magazine founded by Ba Jin. It has long occupied the top spot in Chinese pure literature. ", "Contemporary" and "Flower City", these four magazines are known as the four major magazines of pure literature in China.

"Yanhe" in this province is a well-known banner of local literary magazines. In this era, the monthly sales can exceed 100,000. Almost all literature lovers in this province want to publish articles on it.

"Huangyuan Literature" is a magazine just established last year. Jia Bing also worked part-time in the magazine. Tian Xiaoxia also mentioned him, "I originally wanted to show the manuscript to Teacher Jia with you, and see if I can read it." It was published in "Huangyuan Literature", but after thinking about it, I feel a little pity, why should I try "Harvest" for such a good novel."

"You praise me too much, don't you?" Shen Long smiled, "Actually, I also wanted to ask Teacher Jia to help me take a look." He didn't want Jia Bing to help publish it on "Xantao Literature", but I want Jia Bing to help me correct it, and tell myself how to submit a manuscript by the way.

"It's not an exaggeration at all, Shaoping, your work is completely worthy of "Harvest"." Tian Xiaoxia said seriously.

The next day they brought the manuscript to Jia Bing. Jia Bing was a little surprised when he heard that Shen Long had written the novel, and at the same time was happy for him.

Without further ado, he left his work "Huangyuan Literature", recommended Shen Long to contribute to "Harvest" magazine, and enthusiastically provided him with envelopes and stamps, and told him the skills of submitting for a long time.

Shen Long copied the manuscript carefully, affixed a stamp, wrote the words "Harvest" magazine received on the envelope, and went to the mailbox with Tian Xiaoxia, and solemnly stuffed the envelope in.