Chapter 147: Being Punished

Chapter 147: Being Punished

Chapter 147: Being Punished

There are only a few salons that can leave their names in the history of European art, such as the French Artists Salon, the National Fine Arts Salon, the Independent Artists Salon, the Blue Salon, and the Tuileries Salon.

In the beginning, the salon actually took on the important task of "exhibition" and "communication" of many new works, and the Salon that Monet was not selected for was the Paris Salon.

As information dissemination becomes more and more convenient, the exhibition nature of the salon has been gradually eliminated, and the "Bashu Literature Salon" that Wu Du attended today has become a pure exchange gathering.

"Old Wu, what are you holding in your hand?" Old Xia has sharp eyes and he was the first to notice the clue.

Just in case you didn't ask, Wu Du smiled like a dragon king, holding a copy of Youth Digest under his arm. "There are two interesting articles in it."

Lao Xia's voice did not lower either, which instantly attracted other familiar writers, all of whom were well-known in the Sichuan and Chongqing areas, but whose fame could not go beyond the province.

There are signature writers of "Hongyan" magazine who specialize in writing red literature, and there are modern poets of "Poetry Newspaper".

"Oh? Did you go to Youth Digest to submit your work?" Lao He said directly.

What is the relationship between these two or three people? They get drunk together and sleep under the table! They just want to show off their best works. This group of people all do this.

"No, no, I'm having a good time at Southwest Mirror." Wu Du said, "These two articles are really good."

To emphasize this, Wu Du opened the Youth Digest and pointed to the two columns, Amazing Files and Pleasant Reading Club.

Lao Xia, Lao He and others saw familiar names - Gu Lu and Yesterday's Park.

A long time ago, this guy Wu Du filmed "Yesterday's Park" in front of them.

It's just like chatting with ordinary people, knowing a big gossip that no one else knows is very bragging, the concept is similar. Among writers, knowing a genius writer is also worth bragging about.

"This article was finally published. It was published in Youth Digest when I was sixteen. I think about what I was doing when I was sixteen. It seemed like I was picking bird eggs somewhere." Lao Xia said. He is a modern poet and the leader of the Jiangyou Poetry School.

Well... the Jiangyou School of Poetry may not be searchable, but it is still somewhat famous in the literary world for its mission of inheriting Li Bai's poetry.

"Can you please stop reinforcing the stereotype? Why is it that when people of our generation recall our childhood, we either spent our time collecting bird eggs or fishing in ditches? We couldn't study seriously?" said Lao He.

Wu Du asked, "So what were you doing when you were sixteen?"

"Fishing in the ditches." Old He said confidently, "There are two ditches in front of my house. There are fish in one ditch and there are fish in the other ditch too. Shouldn't I go and fish in there?"

After Old He finished speaking, he stopped joking because he saw that Gu Lu had another article in the magazine, "Moonstone, how exciting is it compared to the park?"

"Each one has its own highlights," said Wu Du.

Oh? When he said that, Lao He and Lao Xia became curious. Could it be that Gu Lu, at such a young age, was really a machine for producing high-quality stories?

The name of "Moonstone" actually has little to do with the content. The core idea of ​​the story is a "dummy".

This "fake person" looks different in the eyes of different people. To be more precise, it will become the person you least want to see. For this reason, some people even stab it with a dagger.

The story begins when the protagonist sees his "mother" on the way to work, and the ending is especially unexpected.

It was not as disappointing as the park yesterday, but it was still admirable. Lao Xia and others passed it around and gave their comments.

“Personally, I think Yesterday’s Park has richer emotions and is rated higher than Moonstone, but Moonstone shows more writing skills.”

"I don't know if it's because Gu Lu is still young and doesn't see through many things, but his articles always have a superficial charm. Even though they don't discuss things in depth, they still seem interesting."

"It's not a matter of just trying it out. The park in Yesterday's Park gives people a chance to say goodbye, but the Moonstone dummy can't say goodbye. He has been exploring the past and the present. I'm curious why he is so focused on this theme at such a young age."

"So what does his novella, The Little Prince, discuss?"

"I personally think that The Little Prince is still discussing the past. I have read it too. The whole book is filled with sadness. I just felt uncomfortable after reading it!"

Everyone discussed and extended the discussion.

"Hey - it's a good thing I went fishing when I was a kid." Old He suddenly sighed.

What do you mean? Several people looked at him.

"Now I can tell myself that it's no big deal that Gu Lu could write this, I could have done it when I was a kid." Lao He said, "If I had started writing when I was a kid, I wouldn't have been able to say this self-deceiving sentence."

A different kind of compliment.

"It's an eye-opener, old guys," said Wu Du.

Lao Xia nodded. "It's eye-opening. It reminds me of a great man's words: The world is yours, and it is ours, but in the end, it is yours. I didn't expect that the post-90s generation would start to speak out so early."

In fact, there are few people born in the 22s who can make their voices heard in the literary circle, let alone the younger generations. The oldest person born in the s is only years old.

Hearing everyone praising Gu Lu, Wu Du felt a little proud, but not much. After all, it was he who introduced Gu Lu, the talented writer, to the Bashu Salon.

"Unfortunately, it's too late." Wu Du sighed.

He wanted to be a guide and bring Gu Lu into the Wudu Writers Association, but unfortunately, the other party's gold shone too quickly and was directly brought into the Capital Writers Association by President Jian. The only thing that made Wu Du happy was that their vice chairman Mo Huaiqi also hit a wall.

"I have another interesting story here." Wu Du spoke, attracting people's attention.

Wu Du said, "These two articles did not pass the review of Mengya and were rejected."

"This is nonsense." "If it was selected by magazines such as People's Literature, Contemporary Literature, and Harvest, I believe that the literary quality is a little less, but it is impossible for the buds to be." "Typical rumor"...

"It's basically true," Wu Du said, "It's not a joke."

“???” The scene was full of question marks. They felt the value of "Yesterday's Park" and "Moonstone".

Old Xia, Old He and the others were all confused. From their eyes, one could tell: What is the level of sprouting? Is it so noble? !

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

No matter where this matter is placed, it is an "interesting thing" worth sharing.

This wave of "Sprout" has become a laughing stock among people in the industry, even though most readers are unaware of it.

But those who submit articles to magazines are writers in the industry. Even if there is no best in literature, how many of them think that their stories can surpass "Moonstone" and "Yesterday's Park"?

Even the most confident authors think it's a 50-50 split...

"No, no, no, that's not the case. Hey, it's all my subordinates messing around."

"How is that possible? Of course it is an excellent work."

"Okay, I know. Thanks."

The editor-in-chief of Mengya felt like his lungs were about to explode. He had been hearing teasing remarks from friends since this morning.

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a while. Why are you so demanding?" It's a similar joke.

In the end, a good friend told him that the rapid development of "Mengya" in recent years had already made many people dissatisfied, so it was better to try to reduce the impact of the incident on the magazine.

Doing the same thing twice is hurtful. The editor-in-chief of Mengya has already decided in his heart that Qi Bian will not be able to return to his position, even though he is an old editor who has made great contributions.

Gu Lu, who is at school, learns from his class teacher that Mengya has invited him to participate in the New Concept Writing Competition and is offering him a large sum of money to contribute to his writing.

The New Concept Writing Competition has created many cases of "going to college with one essay" and is very well-known.

But he is only in the first year of high school. Besides, the New Concept Essay Competition is different from the Peiwen Cup. The latter is held by Peking University itself, and the first prize winner is guaranteed admission. The former is only held by the Sprout Magazine, which is famous, but the probability of admission for the first prize winner is less than 50%.

After thinking about it, Gu Lu responded to Teacher Gao, "Teacher, I still think I should focus on studying - oh, not writing, so I won't go."

The school supports students to participate in any competition. Just like the panda Wei Jiao in the class who will soon be competing in the "National Student Standard Chinese Character Writing Competition", the school also gave time support.

"It's up to you," said Teacher Gao. "As for invitations to write articles, the price paid by the magazine is very high, but writing depends on inspiration."

"I know the teacher." Gu Lu said.

The reminder was in place, so Teacher Gao didn't say any more and Gu Lu left the office.

I was in a good mood, so I walked briskly. On the way, I met Lu Yi, who came specifically to inform me about the progress of the campus wall.

Lu Yi’s report was a bit long-winded, but it can be summed up in four words: “good progress”.

"Zebra, I know you are anxious, but this matter cannot be rushed. You still have to focus on your studies." Gu Lu reminded, "Don't delay your studies because of reading students' submissions. Your parents will beat me to death if you do that."

"No, no." Lu Yi waved her hands quickly. "I used to spend more than 40 minutes every day practicing dance moves. Now I can just use this time to build a wall. And I also know what to prioritize. I practiced dancing before, and my grades in the midterm exam didn't drop."

That's a relief. Gu Lu asked for the penguin number of the wall in No. 8 Middle School, and went back to add him as a friend using his computer. It wasn't because he was gossiping, but mainly to monitor the progress.

"There is still a way, Class 10 smart guys." Qi Caiwei said.

After returning to his seat, Gu Lu was puzzled when he heard this. "Huh?"

"The stove in front is in a bad mood, and I really have to comfort it for a long time every night." Qi Caiwei said.

In order to make it easier to talk, Qi Caiwei and Lu Yi moved from standing foot to foot to standing head to head in the dormitory.

"I've tried so much to comfort him, but it didn't work. When you took action, Gulu, Luzi became radiant. This is what a great god is!" Qi Caiwei said.

Boys call Lu Yi "zebra", and girls who are more friendly call him "stove".

No wonder my deskmate seemed to be sleep-deprived some time ago. So that’s why I’m like this. But - is it really possible that he would fall asleep while chatting?

(End of this chapter)