Chapter 109 What is the sprout for?

Chapter 109 What is the sprout for?

Chapter 109 What is the sprout for?
"How do you know if it will pass if you don't submit it?" Gu Lu said, "Can you show it to me?"

Li Guyuan was moved, and after hesitating for a long time, he responded with determination, "These are all waste manuscripts, and they are definitely not as good as yours. If you want to read them, you can take a look."

"You watch first, I'm going to go see my grandfather." Li Guyuan said, and disappeared from the small room the next second.

The Baile Grocery Store sells a wide variety of items, even swimming rings. There is an ear room inside with a single iron bed. If you feel tired of guarding the store at noon, you can take a nap on the bed.

On weekends, Li Guyuan tutors Gu Lu in the ear room, and his grandfather helps to look after the store. Due to his age, Li Guyuan would go to help whenever there was a situation where he needed to climb up and down to get goods.

At the moment, he is not going to help his grandfather, but mainly to show the manuscript to outsiders, with a mentality of avoiding "execution".

As one of the Gemini stars, Li Guyuan will not witness the execution in person, he will leave!

Gu Lu read through more than 20 manuscripts one by one. Although Li Guyuan liked to write in cursive, his handwriting was still relatively clear. Even if there were some that he didn't recognize, he could guess and guess based on the context.

Similar to "Grandma's Flower Pot", the story is more inclined to explain the expression of one's own emotions, and the things written about are relatively small, such as "poor performance on the exam" and "how to properly express to mother that I want to buy new shoes", etc. It has a bit of the flavor of a bankrupt version of "I and the Altar of Earth".

[Many times my parents would generously ask for my opinion, but they actually already have an answer in their mind. If my answer is very different from my parents’, I will face a social experience that I don’t know whether it is true or false. I would rather express the same direction as my parents, but also express my own attitude...]
Gu Lu was not clear about the review standards of "Mengya". He had submitted his manuscript to Mengya under the recommendation of President Jian, but a week passed without any response.

One more thing to say is that Gu Lu did not send the submission email in the conventional way, but sent it directly to the editor's email. After all, being able to get the editor's email means that he is also an old bird in the circle and has some achievements. Old authors must have some privileges.

As for "Youth Literature and Art", Gu Lu was quite familiar with it. He had bought two or three issues and had some understanding of the content and level of the magazine.

Among more than 20 manuscripts, at least four or five were passed, and my writing skills were much better than those of students of the same age.

"How is it? Is it not okay?"

Li Guyuan didn't want to be executed in person, but he couldn't help but be eager to know the "trial results".

So during the dozens of minutes that Gu Lu was reading, he quietly peeked through the gaps in the shelves many times, and only when Gu Lu put down the crumpled draft did Li Guyuan come over.

Gu Lu hesitated for only a second or two, and Li Guyuan immediately laughed it off, "It's okay, I told you, these are just drafts, it's normal if they don't work."

From a series of reactions, it can be seen that Li Guyuan is not confident about what he wrote - is this contradictory to his previous boasting about the magazine serial?

"I didn't say no," Gu Lu said, "It's just that I didn't get accepted for 'Mengya', so I don't think it's convincing for me to say that you can get accepted..."

"What?!" Li Guyuan was shocked. He interrupted directly, "Mengya, what kind of vision is that? He didn't even accept your article. This is going to be over sooner or later!"

Uh - there's no need to be so indignant. Gu Lu comforted Tang Yuan and continued, "You can submit to Youth Literature and Art. I think one-sixth of the chances of getting it accepted."

Gu Lu said, "These magazines are the two peaks of domestic youth literature, and they are also quite impressive. At least the literary quality of the publications is on the same level as "Mengya"."

"Really?" Li Guyuan was originally in the voice change period, and his voice was hoarse, but he was so shocked by these two words that he pulled out a thin voice.

"Can I really pass "Youth Literature and Art"? " Li Guyuan asked cautiously.

"I'm curious about a question," Gu Lu asked, "Tangyuan, why did you decide that the manuscript is not good before you even submitted it? The story is quite complete. And there have been successful experiences before."

"..."Li Guyuan suddenly fell silent.

The writing style of "Grandma's Flower Pot" is exactly the same as that of more than 20 drafts. Gu Lu first ruled out the possibility of ghostwriting.

Another minute passed, and Gu Lu didn't insist on getting to the bottom of it. After all, everyone has secrets.

"This is the email address for submissions. There are computers in the grocery store so you can print them out. I personally think these articles are good." Gu Lu picked out a few of the ones with the best storylines.

"I'll type these articles onto the computer and submit them first." Li Guyuan responded, and immediately said, "By the way, my mother made your favorite rabbit with spicy peppers tonight, you must eat more." "That's embarrassing." Gu Lu thought, such a cute rabbit, first marinated and then fried... his mouth began to secrete saliva.

Next, Gu Lu consolidated his historical knowledge, and Li Guyuan began typing. Under the light, the two figures bent over their desks were both running towards better selves.

Getting a high score in high school history does not mean that you have a wealth of historical knowledge, but being able to get a high score does mean you know more than not studying hard.

Around seven o'clock in the evening, Li Guyuan began to look outside the store frequently.

Baile Zapu Store is the largest store in the nearby residential area. It is open from 7 a.m. (even earlier in the summer) to the early hours of the morning and does not close during the Chinese New Year holiday.

In addition, Li Guyuan's home was only a hundred or two hundred meters away, so the food was prepared and brought over, but tonight Li's father and mother were carrying more things.

A large bowl of white rice, a plate of grilled fish, and three stainless steel thermos buckets containing three dishes and one soup - rabbit with hot peppers, fried potatoes, eggplant with minced meat, and tofu soup with side dishes.

There were a lot of dishes, so I had to trouble Grandpa Tangyuan to get them.

"Wanzhou grilled fish!" Gu Lu was impressed by the sumptuous dinner.

This made Father Li, who was from Wuxi, the foggy city, a little indignant. He explained, "This is Wuxi grilled fish. Don't be fooled by the fact that many shops on the street are called Wanzhou grilled fish. In fact, they don't know anything about it!"

"Wuxi was previously under the jurisdiction of Wanzhou, so for the sake of publicity we called it Wanzhou Grilled Fish. Later, Wuxi became independent and came under the jurisdiction of Wudu..."

"In short, there is only Wuxi grilled fish." Li's mother concluded, "I've heard this so many times that my ears are callused. I'll eat more later. The grilled fish he makes tastes pretty good."

The second half of Li's mother's sentence was directed to Gu Lu.

Use two red plastic beer boxes as bridge piers and put a wooden board on top to create a makeshift dining table.

Dry food people dry rice soul!

"Boss, come to Bao Hongsheng, why is the food so good?"

When there was business, Father Li immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks, went to the cashier to get a cigarette, and chatted with the customer. As a community department store owner, most of the customers are acquaintances.

Because it was delicious, Gu Lu quickly finished two bowls of rice and felt 70% full.

"I'm full." Gu Lu put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"You are in the growth stage now, why do you only eat two bowls of rice? How can you be full? Look at Li Guyuan, he eats three or four bowls of rice in one meal but still doesn't gain weight." Li's mother took the bowl away without saying anything and added more rice for Gu Lu.

Gu Lu declined, "Auntie, I really can't eat anymore."

"Then eat some vegetables and finish the rabbit. We don't like it, so we bought it especially for you." Mother Li said as she picked out the rabbit meat from the pile of red and green peppers and put it into Gu Lu's bowl.

Since the first time I came to Li Guyuan's house, Li's father and mother have been so warm and welcoming. In two lifetimes - this is the first time I have felt such direct love so clearly...

And it was actually obtained from a classmate's mother.

Should I be happy or be emo for a while?
Of course he was happy. After all, the past would not be experienced again, and Gu Lu would have good things to suffer in the future.

The lights in the grocery store were not very bright, but Gu Lu felt that they were too bright. The warm yellow light blurred in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)