Chapter 121 is very weird!
Chapter 121 is very weird!
The protagonist of the story feels filled with guilt towards his mother because his wife is seriously ill and he didn't even have time to return for his mother's funeral.
"The development of the plot is quite interesting, with many twists and turns," said Deputy Chief Editor Qu.
At first, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu thought it was a supernatural development, until the protagonist was in a familiar location across the light rail - the window of a seven-story building opposite.
He saw a familiar figure—his mother was staring at him with resentment.
Just then the protagonist heard a passenger in the same compartment muttering in fear, "Why is Meifang standing there?"
Not only the protagonist, but other passengers as well.
"What about the Heart-Refining Carriage? Can I see the person who feels the most guilty through a special window?" Deputy Editor Qu thought. This is his personal habit. When he reads a lot, he will subconsciously guess the subsequent plot of the article.
Because of the wide reading, Deputy Editor Qu can predict the direction of the plot most of the time, but "Moonstone" has small surprises again and again, and the ending is actually like this...
"This author is really good at stirring up emotions." Deputy Chief Editor Qu shakes his feet. When he sees an interesting article, his body shakes unconsciously. If his desk was not fixed to the ground, he might move along with it.
After taking two sips of coffee, the bitter taste calmed Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu down a lot.
He couldn't wait to read "Yesterday's Park". He was impressed by the other party's storytelling ability. Another chapter!
"Moonstone is the most unconventional work I have seen this year."
"Wait, I take that back, Yesterday's Park is the most unconventional piece of work this year."
Which great god is coming to attack from a lower dimension? Deputy Editor Qu hurried to check the name of the contributor.
Gu Lu? A familiar name.
"But in these two articles, one mother died and the other father died. The author is really good. Of course, it doesn't matter who dies in the story, as long as the story is good."
He first forwarded the email, then got up and went to the editor-in-chief's office. Editor-in-chief Lin of "Youth Digest" held many positions, but was not limited to vice president of the Youth Publishing House, secretary of the Communist Youth League, etc.
I am usually very busy, and people in the editorial department will not bother me unless it is something important. But it is different for Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu. He is an old leader and he has this favor.
"Editor-in-chief, I have something urgent to do!"
"Are you, Old Qu, dissatisfied with the coffee in the tea room again?" Chief Editor Lin paused his pen when he heard his old brother's voice without even raising his head.
“I’m satisfied for now,” Deputy Editor-in-Chief Qu responded.
Editor Lin asked again, "So the refreshments are not to your liking?"
Although Lao Qu often bothers the editor-in-chief for these trivial matters, today he came to talk about serious matters. He said, "Editor-in-chief, our magazine has a very evil author."
Editor Lin stopped writing and looked up. Although Lao Qu was unreliable on weekdays, his professional level was beyond reproach.
According to his understanding, "very evil" is the adjective that Lao Qu is unsure about his works. To put it more bluntly, they are either very abstract or very good.
"Where's your work? Send it to me. You haven't given such an evaluation in a long time."
……
Tuesday is two weeks until the school anniversary and three weeks until the release of The Little Prince.
The discussion on the Internet about "Gu Lu, the author who understands Sherlock Holmes best" gradually dissipated.
For writers, this is the norm: publishing works to create a sensation, and keeping a low profile to accumulate strength is a healthier cycle.
As for the discussion about Gu Lu in school... well, he has only been here for over a month and has not yet become a well-known figure in the school. He has always lacked such an opportunity.
"How is student Gu?" asked the instructor Wu Du. The president Wan Bai, vice president Zhang Liru, Li Guyuan and other members stared at Gu Lu nervously.
The three performers on stage were even more nervous. As the scriptwriter, Gu Lu's opinion could influence their efforts over the past few days.
This is a stage play by students, and they are not professional actors, so let’s not talk about acting skills. The only standard at the moment is that the lines are clear and the plot is successfully expressed through actions.
"There's nothing wrong with the performance," Gu Lu said, "but I feel like your set and props are a little lacking."
"Please speak." Wan Bai continued.
"Let's make a backdrop to represent the grass," Gu Lu said. "I was also present at your previous discussion. We will use a larger prop ball during the performance to prevent the audience from seeing it clearly."
"Since the audience can see it clearly, the process of picking up the ball after it disappears should also be shown," said Gu Lu.
After thinking about it, Wu Du agreed with Gu Lu's point of view, "That's right, otherwise the action of looking for the ball will seem unclear."
"In this case, we need more time to rehearse," Wan Bai said, "so that we can ensure that the prop ball can be thrown accurately behind the background board during the performance."
"We performed in the school's small auditorium. The audience seats were some distance away from us, so it was difficult to see our students' expressions clearly. We mainly relied on their large movements to distinguish them." Wu Du was the instructor, so he also explained the reason for his agreement.
It makes sense, and it was Gu Lu who suggested it, so the training needs to include throwing the ball.
No wonder people like to be directors, as they can get the club (crew) moving with just one sentence. However, Gu Lu was not playing a malicious trick on people, but had indeed watched the performance carefully and made the suggestions.
Today's rehearsal ended and Gu Lu also left.
"Should we invite Gu Lu to the stage when we end our curtain call?" asked Vice President Zhang Liru. She believed that the greatest contributor should be thanked.
“If you perform well, you will definitely be invited to the stage.” The instructor Wu Du meant that if you mess up, don’t implicate the original author.
"Teacher, don't worry, we will do a good job", "Surpass "Romeo and Juliet", "Memorize the lines more familiarly", etc. The Shu Ren Literature Society worked together.
Li Guyuan also shouted excitedly, "We will definitely become the most popular event in the whole school!"
Then all the clubs looked at him - there was no need to be the most popular one, because there was also a dance club in the school.
The instructor can help students to ask for leave, so the clubs don't have to take a lunch break. The school anniversary is one of the publicity projects of No. 8 Middle School, so it has a high priority. The clubs that have to perform can ask the instructor to help them to get leave notes to rehearse as soon as possible.
The members didn't want to rest, but Gu Lu did. However, he was caught up by someone after taking just two steps.
"Gulu, I came here to discuss with you. Do you have any general imagination of the Tianchen Park in the article? We want to make our background board more detailed." Wan Bai said.
Roughly imagined? Of course not. But Gu Lu opened his mouth and described the appearance of the ferry park according to his original memory.
"Okay, okay, no problem." Wan Bai wrote it down.
"This book looks familiar." said Gu Lu.
"I borrowed Li Guyuan's notebook from him," said Wan Bai.
No wonder he looked familiar. Gu Lu said, "Brother Wan is very concerned about the club's affairs. I remember that when the club was recruiting new members, they forgot to distribute the handbooks, so Brother Wan distributed them to each class one by one."
"I also want to leave no regrets for myself," Wan Bai said, "There are many talented newcomers in the club, like Li Guyuan, who is going to do great things."
(End of this chapter)