Chapter 22 Ye Bei's Review
Chapter 22 Ye Bei's Review
"I miss Cainiao Station a little bit, it's too far away." It's hard to go from extravagant to frugal. For lazy people, they are used to convenience, and suddenly the convenience is gone, just like Italy without pizza, they feel uncomfortable all over.
Gu Lu has to walk to a courier store about one kilometer away from his home to send the express. If nothing unexpected happens, he will also pick up the sample issue sent by the editorial department here.
After getting the copy of Gu's father's ID card, Gu Lu would definitely send the contract over quickly. He would get the money in a week at most, and see his work appear in "Story Club" in half a month.
Another day passed, and Fan Xiaotian finally got his phone back. He spent the whole day telling Gu Lu how good the novel he read last night was.
Yes, that's right. As soon as I got the phone last night, Fan Xiaotian spent the whole night reading novels. Data is so precious nowadays, so I always download in txt format, using Xunlei's Sogou.
In a sense, it was correct for Fan's father to confiscate the phone.
After school, Gu Lu was packing up and preparing to leave when he was stopped by his desk mate and received an invitation.
"We are going to see Lily together on Saturday. Do you want to come with us?" Zhou Lin said.
Ren Jie opened her mouth to stop him, but it was not easy for her to refute Zhou Lin in person.
"Forget it, I'm not familiar with her." Gu Lu learned from his memory that Lily was his classmate Xu Meili, who had to be hospitalized for more than half a month due to a fall and was about to be discharged.
Zhou Lin said, "If you are not familiar with it, won't you become familiar with it if you go and take a look?"
"He has finally been discharged from the hospital, so he must want to go see her with his good friends and sisters, so I shouldn't spoil her fun," said Gu Lu.
Ah, defining oneself as a killjoy isn’t that exaggerated, but the first half of the sentence does make sense, so Zhou Lin didn’t insist.
"Okay, I believe my words have touched your soul, you guys go ahead." Gu Lu said.
Ren Jie, who was standing by, felt relieved and thought to herself that it was a good thing that she didn't agree.
Gu Lu’s previous “fake recommendation incident” was eye-opening, but they were not the same kind of people. Even though Zhou Lin often said that her deskmate was very interesting, in the minds of Ren Jie and others, he was still a person with poor grades who wrote things every day like a nerd.
There was no contempt in her mind, but that didn't mean Ren Jie wanted to play with Gu Lu.
Where there are people, there are circles, and this is especially true among students.
Thanks to Teacher Li's greeting, Gu Lu doesn't have to do homework on weekends, so he has enough time to do his own things.
I played on the computer for a total of seven hours in two days, and only paid fifteen yuan, which was for six hours of use, because one hour was free.
Gu Lu is quite grateful to the fat boss. Don't think that he is being stubborn. It is his duty not to give up profits. It is a favor that he is willing to let you play for 70 minutes for an hour's pay.
"You run outside all day long. There are footprints on the wall. It's because you are so playful that your grades are bad!" Gu's father, who finally got to stay at home, also began to discipline his own children.
If we have to give this kind of discipline a name, it would be - zombie parenting.
Gu Lu didn't want to listen anymore, so he just said, "Didn't I graduate and go to that Yuzhou school? So why should I work hard in junior high school? I can just work hard in a technical secondary school."
He was speechless. It made sense, but Father Gu still insisted, "Then don't go out to play every day. Do you know how hard it is for me to work? You don't even know how to cook at home."
After all, sometimes parents criticize you not because you are wrong, but just want to criticize you to show their authority as parents.
"Rice? Is there rice at home?" Gu Lu seemed to remember something. "Before, there was no rice at home, and I didn't have money to buy it, so I didn't react. Dad, you have been back for so many days and cooked so many meals, you must have bought rice. I will remember it next time."
This sentence was the final blow, instantly blocking what Gu's father wanted to say, and he turned back to the kitchen to prepare dinner. While washing rice, Gu's father remembered what his child said, "There is no rice at home, and no money to buy it." A feeling of regret surged in his heart, and he wanted to slap himself, but his palm stopped a few centimeters away from his cheek, reducing the force by 90%.
Speaking of essays, both the Bing Xin Cup and the Ye Shengtao Cup have started reviewing, but I can’t talk about both at the same time as that would be too cumbersome.
Let’s pick one to talk about, and that’s the Ye Shengtao Cup, which has the greatest influence.
The sponsor of the Ye Shengtao Cup is the Chinese Contemporary Literature Research Association, which is a national first-level association under the supervision of the National Academy of Social Sciences, and is definitely well-known enough.
There are no fixed judges. The jury for each session is newly invited. For example, in 2012, we invited the famous writer Acheng (King of Chess, King of Children, King of Trees), as well as the famous educator Professor Feng from Beijing Normal University and President Jian of the Children's Publishing House.
There are also several national special teachers, in addition to Ms. Li Rong, a famous literary critic who has columns in "Green City Literature" and "Huaxia Prose". Each of the nine judges has a great background.
However, the jury is not just for the initial review. There are so many schools and articles registered across the country that it would take an eternity for just nine people to review them.
The organizer, the China Contemporary Literature Research Association, has conducted a preliminary screening of the manuscripts to determine whether they will pass the initial review.
It's just like a film festival, with one or two hundred works registered for the main competition unit. After an initial screening, twenty or thirty are selected, and the jury votes for the Best Actor, Best Actress, Best Film Review and so on.
"There's nothing I can do. I can't refuse because I'm easily persuaded." President Jian sighed heavily.
President Jian is very busy. As the head of a company, not to mention the physical publishing business of their publishing house, the magazine business alone is dazzling. "Story King", "Composition World", "Youth Literature", "Cartoon Pioneer" and other magazines are all sponsored by them.
"Old Li has given me another difficult problem." President Jian said this. The reason why he agreed to take time out to be a judge was not because of the invitation from an old friend, but mainly out of respect for Mr. Ye Shengtao.
The jury has two main tasks. The first is to select the articles for the offline finals. The second is what President Jian is currently doing, which is to select the provincial rankings from the articles that have passed the preliminary round.
To put it more intuitively, there are two types of Leaf Cup certificates, one is a provincial award, and the other is a national award.
After reading more than a dozen articles, President Jian felt a little tired. He took off his reading glasses, took a break and continued reading. The next article was called "The Sounding Shadow".
As a speech, it contains very inflammatory passages:
[Read!]
Reading is like listening to oracles and connecting time and space.
Reading is an easy way to practice self-transcendence. It is to look at people with the eyes of God and to look at animals with the eyes of a bird.
Start studying early!
Young children, the sound of reading, the bright moon at midnight, the morning breeze and the rosy clouds.
The knowledge, wisdom, thoughts, aesthetics, soul voices and emotional disturbances of our ancestors over thousands of years are all their sincere entrustment.
[…]
"This speech - is it from high school?" President Jian scrolled to the end of the document and looked at the signature area.
【School: Wudu City No. 37 Middle School
Instructor: Li Riyao, Author: Gu Lu from Class 5, Grade 9]
"It's really the submission from the junior high school group," President Jian thought he had finished reading the submission from the junior high school group and didn't notice that he jumped to the high school group.
To put it more bluntly, even in the high school group, this speech is extremely outstanding, even top-notch.
(End of this chapter)