Chapter 50 Chinese Dream Core
Chapter 50 Chinese Dream Core
She just turned eighteen - Gu Lu stopped himself from wanting to make a meme, because a meme is only a meme if everyone knows it.
He coughed twice and said, "Editor Han Zang, is there a possibility? I'm just saying it's possible. I'm just a student."
Han Zang's cerebellum shrank when he heard this, and it was reflected on the phone as a pause of several seconds.
"College student?" Han Zang asked tentatively, but he already had the answer in his heart, because college students' voices would have changed long ago and would not be so childish.
"This year, the third grade will graduate." Gu Lu said directly.
"..."
When people read a book, they will have a vague imagination of the author. Even if they don’t talk about the author’s appearance, at least they will have an imagination of his age and personality.
The Gu Lu he imagined was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties who had some experience with human nature and society, otherwise it would be difficult to explain his bizarre writing style.
"It's like this. Originally, my writing style was relatively fresh and simple, and I had several manuscripts published in Story Club and Youth Literature and Art."
Oh, heroes emerge young! Han Zang had contributed to other magazines before. He looked down on Story Club a little, but Juvenile Literature and Art was well-known. When it was first established, someone nominated it.
Gu Lu said what he had prepared, "Editor Li from Story Club told me that my stories were not very story-telling. I happened to see the stories in the textbooks Mountain City and Wolf, and I felt that they were very story-telling."
“I read Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio and Strange Grasses in the Firefly Window and learned some ghost stories.” Gu Lu said, “I also felt that this style of writing was suitable for mystery writing, so I wrote these three articles.”
Even if Han Zang had never heard of Firefly Window Strange Grass, most Chinese people must have known of Liao Zhai. A sentence came to his mind: "Writing about ghosts and monsters is superior, and criticizing corruption and cruelty is three times deeper!"
Aren’t “The Walker on the Ceiling” and “The D-Sakagawa Murder Case” satirical works about greed? They depict the dark desires of human nature.
And the one about Dr. Mu Luo is a satire?
The logic was smooth, but Han Zang still felt it was a little unbelievable. However, the other party had made it so clear, and both Story Club and Youth Literature magazines could be bought at any time. There was no need to expose such a lie that would be exposed at a touch...
Not necessarily. It is possible for a junior high school student to tell such an obvious lie!
"Teacher Gu is truly a born writer and has a natural sensitivity to words." Han Zang stood up from his workstation and walked downstairs.
There is a newsstand not far from the company where popular magazines and newspapers can be bought.
Ten years later, most of the newsstands were removed, and even those that were not removed were converted into stalls selling water and cigarettes. The only way to buy newspapers and magazines was to order them online, but it was quite easy to buy the current version.
As Han Zang walked over, he talked about the advantages of being a contracted author of "Years of Reasoning". Anyway, Gu Lu on the other end of the phone didn't notice anything.
There is a huge difference between being a contracted writer for a magazine and a contracted writer for an online novel. The former do not have to worry about having their manuscripts approved, because they can be assigned to full-time editors and their royalties will increase accordingly.
At the same time, magazines will also support the publication of single books.
There are so many advantages, but there are also disadvantages. Contracted authors must submit their manuscripts on time - if they fail to do so, they will face crazy requests from the editor.
That’s why the master of procrastination once said the classic saying: Don’t talk about talent or luck, what you need is a deadline and someone who can beat you up if you don’t submit your manuscript, and then you will be shocked by your own talent.
Han Zang had to confirm it again because he was a little disillusioned. He could even give it a light novel title: "The elegant uncle in my mind cannot be a junior high school student". What if?
I bought the June issue and looked through the catalog, and sure enough, I saw two articles written by someone named "Gu Lu".
Han Zang was silent as he quickly scanned "Shoes" and "The Flying Man of Santini" while trying to do two things at once. Damn, if you put these two articles in front of him and tell him that they were written by the same person, he would find it hard to believe.
Are there really such people in the world? Han Zang felt that he had learned something new.
"Teacher Gu, please think about it more carefully. Our "Years of Reasoning" is the top reasoning magazine in China, covering a wide range of topics."
Han Zang said that the signing of Gu Lu as a contracted author must have been discussed by the editorial department.
Don't think it's easy. In the past six years, there have only been 30 contracted writers. Han Zang also wants to talk to the editor-in-chief about this accident (underage). "Okay, I will definitely think about it. The main thing is that I am facing the high school entrance examination, so I still focus on studying." Gu Lu said.
"……OK."
The friendly exchange ended with Gu Lu smiling, his goal achieved.
Why do you have to say so much nonsense?
Not only did Gu Lu say it now, he had to say it several more times, because the chance of drawing works by different authors was too high. Even with the "word preference", it was still not enough.
So Gu Lu had to instill this idea into different editors, and then the editors spread a rumor: Teacher Gu Lu has liked changing his style since he was young.
Do you know the value of habits formed since childhood? In this way, Gu Lu believes that the credibility will be greatly improved.
After using the computer, I logged into the official website of the Ye Shengtao Cup. It was almost time for news about the finals. As expected, as Internet mobile terminals were not yet popular, announcements were slow.
When Gu Lu was about to leave, he walked out of the room and saw someone playing Digimon on PS3. He felt itchy and wanted to try his hand at it. He was beaten by Fan Xiaotian before, so he thought he should try it today.
"I have quite a bit of wealth now, what do I have to be afraid of!" Savings are a man's confidence. Gu Lu prepared to play for a while and play computer games.
The difficulty of human-computer interaction is also divided into levels: easy, simple, difficult, and hell.
After Gu Lu won a few games of easy difficulty, he felt invincible, just like Zilong and I who had gone in and out seven times.
Just make it difficult for yourself - hell.
lose.
lose.
lose.
lose.
lose.
win.
Don't get me wrong, the reason I won the game was because Gu Lu made a mistake and turned the difficulty back to easy.
"The world is never perfect, Fat Boss, let's add some more time!" Gu Lu glanced at the time and knew that his play time was almost over, so he took the initiative to add more time without being reminded.
A minute or two later, huh? Why is there no one here? He usually collects money for extra hours so fast that it's almost the opposite of his size.
Gu Lu turned his head curiously and looked around. The fat boss was sitting outside the door with a chair in his hand, holding a cigarette between his index and middle fingers. He was looking at the fiery clouds in the sky.
Emo? It's not even night yet. Gu Lu walked over silently, probably because of the last failed blind date.
The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.
The store door faces west, and the orange-red color just sprinkles on the fat boss, like the heart of a huge soft-boiled egg...
"What is the fat boss looking at?"
Gu Lu also looked in the direction of his gaze. The setting sun painted the roofs and telephone poles, and the light reflected from the glass windows was no longer dazzling. Passers-by on the street included people carrying vegetables home and naughty children jumping and skipping.
The space seemed to be distorted, and Gu Lu was struck for a moment. He had seen this scene in his dreams. It was the most common scene in his dreams of childhood. It seemed that the Internet described it as a Chinese dream core.
What should he say next? Give the fat boss extra time? Or continue the conversation? Gu Lu couldn't make up his mind.
(End of this chapter)