Chapter 271: Young China

Chapter 271: Young China

Chapter 271: Young China (5000 words)
Li Guyuan attaches great importance to the first article written by his little friend.

He had to wait until after school to find enough time to watch it.

As a result, I took a glance and saw——

[……

The red sun is rising, its path is bright. The river flows out from the underground stream, rushing down to the vast ocean.

The hidden dragon rises from the abyss, its scales and claws flying.

The tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are frightened.

The eagle tries its wings, the wind blows it up. The exotic flower is born, shining brightly. The sword is sharpened, and its edge is sharpened...]
"Wait!" Li Guyuan's eyes widened, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

If Li Guyuan hadn't done well in Chinese, he wouldn't have understood many things at a glance. For example, the word "硎" comes from "Zhuangzi·Yangshengzhu", which means whetstone.

Starting from the beginning of the manuscript, which was titled "On Youthful China", the more Li Guyuan read on, the more shocked he was.

How shocking is it exactly?
By analogy, he first learned that such a good story as "Yesterday's Park" was written by a high school student.

It is no wonder that such a long and eloquent article attracts people after just one glance. Because it is extremely attractive from any paragraph.

Li Guyuan was so focused that he didn't even notice the teacher coming.

"How beautiful is my young China, which will never grow old! How strong are my young Chinese, which will never have borders as well as the country!" Li Guyuan got goose bumps as he read the words in the article.

The classmate nudged Li Guyuan and reminded him, "Stop reading novels. The teacher is here."

To be precise, they all stood up and said "Hello, teacher" and "Hello, classmates." Fortunately, Li Guyuan was tall enough and sat in the last two rows. The students in front of him stood up and completely covered him.

Li Guyuan looked up and saw Lu Zhishen starting his lecture, and then he suppressed his excitement.

Take math class.

But Tangyuan's mind was not on the math book at all.

It's normal. A young literary man would be moved when he reads a great article.

The 40-minute class felt even longer to Tangyuan than the last time he had to hold his pee.

Finally, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Li Guyuan stared at Teacher Lu closely, and as soon as the teacher left, he would immediately go and ask Gu Lu.

How on earth did he write such a masterpiece!
however--

"That's all for today. The final exam is coming soon. You need to review more and I will assign less homework." Teacher Lu touched his bald head and walked out of the classroom.

Less than three seconds after he left the classroom, he felt a dark shadow flash by his side.

That’s right, the black shadow was Gu Lu running at full speed.

It's a joke. You may not see Gu Lu's back at the school sports meeting.

But on the way to the cafeteria, you will definitely not see Gu Lu’s back!
Anyway, when Teacher Lu came back to his senses and looked over, Gu Lu had drifted to the corridor on the left.

The one who was even more unable to catch up with Gu Lu was Li Guyuan, who didn't even have time to speak.

Today the school cooked noodles, including sauerkraut noodles, xiaomian and pugaimian, as well as a certain local specialty, hot dry noodles.

As we all know, noodles in Fog City are mainly eaten with condiments, just like small noodles, which have 20 to 30 kinds of condiments. Therefore, there is basically soup, and this hot dry noodles has also become soup noodles...

Anyway, Gu Lu enjoyed the meal very much. Another reason for his happiness was that he didn’t even queue up.

"So you are here?!"

Just as Gu Lu was about to take a bite of noodles, he was startled by a voice coming from behind.

"What are you doing?" Gu Lu turned his head and saw that it was Tangyuan.

"Fuck, you're really amazing. How did you write something as awesome as 'On Young China'?" Li Guyuan said. "It's not an exaggeration to say that the writing is so powerful that it shakes the wind and rain and the poems move the gods and ghosts. "

"Keep a low profile, Tangyuan, why don't you go get some food first? We'll talk after you get some." Gu Lu said, "While there aren't many people around now."

"What's the point of eating! Food can only fill your stomach. This article is simply a huge spiritual food. I feel full now." Li Guyuan responded.

Looking at Li Guyuan’s excited expression, you can tell that he really likes it.

"Isn't it a waste to put this kind of article in our Dawn?" Li Guyuan said, "It's really a waste."

"What is the name of this article?" Gu Lu asked.

"Young China says this name is also top-notch," said Li Guyuan.

Gu Lu said, "Since it is about young China, what's the problem with publishing it in our youth-oriented publication?"

This seems to be the truth, but Li Guyuan still feels that it is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Even if he has never submitted his article to People's Literature, there is absolutely no problem with this article being published in People's Literature.

The opening article of the school magazine... Li Guyuan suddenly thought, "Should we just call our school magazine "Youth"? "

"The opening article is 'Youth in China', our publication is 'Youth', and we are also youth," said Li Guyuan.

It seemed interesting. Gu Lu's only concern was, "But we have already chosen the cover."

"Be more flexible, be more flexible." Li Guyuan said, "It doesn't take much time to change the cover."

In the end, Gu Lu, as the president, adopted Li Guyuan's suggestion.

"Hey, it's time to get some food. Where are you going?" Gu Lu asked.

"Let's go edit the cover first. There's no rush to eat." Li Guyuan responded, "I'll just eat something in a while. There will definitely be some self-study time tonight. I'll try to get someone to finish the cover."

"You can choose when you go home, it won't waste time." Li Guyuan's voice became smaller and smaller because he had disappeared.

Li Guyuan was so excited because he had a hunch that "Youth" magazine would become famous because of Gu Lu and this article!
Is the vice president so stubborn?

Gu Lu suddenly felt that Li Guyuan was similar to an adult he knew. Who was that?

Oh, yes! It was Xiao Xue from New Reading. Gu Lu felt that Li Guyuan had the potential to work in this field.

After dinner, Gu Lu packed his schoolbag and went home. It was really nice not to have to go to evening self-study.

Walking on the campus, the setting sun shines on the playground.

The students running around are the athletes who are practicing...

Watching them practice was Gu Lu’s youth.

Class 10 was supposed to go to the cafeteria today, but besides Li Guyuan, there were others who did not come to eat.

Who is it?
Qi Caiwei!
"How do you know I'm here?" Qi Caiwei asked the visitor.

"As for you, if you are unhappy, what else can you do except come to this small pavilion and stare blankly?" Wei Jiao understood very well.

Wei Jiao said, "Tell me about it, and let my dear sister enlighten you."

"I just have some pressure in my studies, there's nothing I need to be counseled about," said Qi Caiwei.

"Yes, yes, yes." Wei Jiao's expression said, guess whether I believe it or not.

Qi Caiwei fed the mosquitoes with her eyes blank, and Wei Jiao, who was attracted to mosquitoes, moved up and down to drive them away. But even so, she was bitten twice in a short while.

The key is that the lump is at the elbow, which is really uncomfortable.

After about seven or eight minutes, Qi Caiwei suddenly asked, "Why can't I do that?"

"Why not?" Wei Jiao immediately spoke up.

"Why can't I perform in Les Miserables? They can." Qi Caiwei said, "Giving up is my own problem. It has nothing to do with them. I know."

"So I think I was very selfish. I even thought in my heart, how great it would be if they failed, how great it would be if the performance was cancelled." Qi Caiwei said in a painful tone, "I don't know where my thoughts came from. I shouldn't be like this."

"You are jealous because you are unwilling to accept it." Wei Jiao thought for a long time before responding, "Because even if you keep telling yourself that it's okay and it's not the first time, etc., this time should be the most unwilling for you, CC."

The most unwilling thing - Qi Caiwei thought.

It seems to be true. I didn't expect that I would be so unwilling to accept my mother's arrangements now?

"No matter how unwilling I am, I shouldn't..." I shouldn't be jealous or have such evil thoughts.

Qi Caiwei was interrupted by Wei Jiao before she could finish her words.

"CC, but you chose to bless me in the end," Wei Jiao said.

Wei Jiao said: "I don't know if I would have evil thoughts if I encountered such a situation. But I can be sure that I would never give lucky charms to everyone."

"You want them to present you perfectly on stage." Wei Jiao said, giving a thumbs up, "What great people."

"Ahem..." Qi Caiwei's sadness subsided a lot, making her feel a little embarrassed. "Well, I'm not that good, and I don't think that much."

"You may think it's useless, but I think you're very good anyway." Wei Jiao touched Qi Caiwei's head as if she was petting a cat.

"CC, have you been lazy lately? Why don't you wash your hair..."

Before Panda could finish his words, Qi Caiwei covered his mouth.

Sadness is sad, but having greasy hair is a bigger deal.

"Stop talking, stop talking." Qi Caiwei said quickly, "Because I have been reading books and writing book reviews most of the time recently, I don't have much time to wash my hair. I will wash it when I get back to the dormitory tonight."

"No wonder it doesn't feel as comfortable as before." Wei Jiao said.

Wei Jiao comforted Qi Caiwei, saying that it was time for the evening self-study class, so they could forget about eating. The two could only wait until the evening self-study class to fill their stomachs.

Gu Lu at home has to fill out the form again.

"Why is this study session so troublesome!" Gu Lu sighed.

Gu Lu, who had rejected most invitations, only agreed to one. And it was on Friday morning, during school hours.

We all know that King Guru focuses on learning.

So what kind of study session was it that made Gu Lu take time off to attend?
This is a large-scale event, including lectures, sharing salons, on-site understanding, and clarifying the development route, four steps.

Lectures are not the main point, but on-site understanding. This understanding is to visit major laboratories, improve the scientific understanding of publishing industry personnel, and help them review related books.

The form received in the mailbox is important.

As for Gu Lu, he didn’t really want to apply to a major university, but the experience of visiting a laboratory was very important to him.

There is also a form to fill out, which is the relevant survey conducted by the organizer.

[How much do you know about scientific experiments?]
A, familiar, B, relatively familiar, C, unfamiliar]

"I should be considered a stranger." Gu Lu filled out the form and sent it over.

It’s not over yet, he has to give a speech on stage that day, so he has to work on the speech.

You can't always think about improvising.

After picking and choosing the changes, it took Gu Lu two hours to finish.

Then I started to deal with the matters surrounding the little prince yesterday.

The agent discussed with President Yukou of Xiangchuan Society and came to a conclusion.

[Yao Xiaoju: Xiangchuanshe’s opening to the surrounding areas is still too basic. I personally suggest cooperating directly with Namco.]
This routine... why is it the same as last time? Previously, Xiangchuan Press also wanted to obtain the agency rights for South Korean publishing, and Yao Xiaoju directly skipped the middleman.

Will Xiangchuan Society retaliate against him? Gu Lu pondered.

Trust the people you employ, and don't employ them if you don't trust them. Gu Lu adhered to this view and decided to wait and let Yao Xiaoju handle it.

Gu Lu was more concerned about another thing.

[Gu Lu: Brother Yao, is the English translation of The Little Prince ready?]
When asked about this matter, Yao Xiaoju called.

"Translating from Chinese to Japanese is easier because of some cultural similarities," Yao Xiaoju said. "Translating from English takes more time, so don't worry, Mr. Gu."

"Also, Mr. Gu, Burns may come to China to meet you and talk to you about the creation of "The Little Prince." Yao Xiaoju said.

The Japanese translation of the previous works did not have this procedure. Could it be that this is a professionalism? Gu Lu also agreed.

The two didn't exchange much pleasantries and hung up the phone after they finished talking.

Domestic: First-line writers

Neon: Second-tier writers

South Korea: The book hasn’t been published yet, but it will be soon.

UK: Book is being translated.

In summary, the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades need to continue their efforts.

Of course, hard work also requires a healthy body, so Gu Lu still went to bed at 11 o'clock.

If No. 8 Middle School wants to maintain its position as the best high school in the foggy city, it must rely on its admission rate.

Therefore, there is no other time to participate in the rich community life except Wednesday afternoons.

However, for clubs with special tasks, such as Model United Nations competitions and literary club performances.

You can practice at noon when other students are having lunch.

The place where the literary club meets at noon is the small auditorium.

The students were a little excited.

I feel like students are very good at being cheerful because they don’t have to stay in the dormitory and they feel happy.

If you do the same thing with your friends in the club, the pleasure will be doubled.

"Come on, come on, those whose names are called, come and get your things." Li Guyuan said.

There are thirty or forty people in the Shuren Literature Society. It would be troublesome if they all gathered around, so Li Guyuan called out their names directly.

"What is this? A red button?" "Who gave it to you?" "I remember CC mentioned last time that the dancing genius with the main character's name, what was his name?"

Li Guyuan said, "It was sent by CC, wishing us success in our performance in a few days."

"Come to think of it, I miss CC a lot." "Caiwei is very good. Although she dropped out midway, she tried her best to pass on her experience to the newcomers." "Caiwei seemed to hide and watch us often when we were practicing." "There's nothing we can do. After all, she has to dance and can't do both." "She came straight to our literature club at the beginning of the school year. I didn't expect her to be the first to quit." "What nonsense are you talking about? She didn't quit." The club members whispered.

Everyone received one. Some treated it with care, some just put it in their pocket, and some even threw it in the air like a coin.

"Stop playing and make good use of your time. The lunch break isn't long." President Zhang Liru said.

Lunch break is not working time for instructor Wu Du, so practice also depends on the students' own initiative.

"Thank you for your help." Zhang Liru said to Li Guyuan.

"OK." Li Guyuan gestured, "Just like before, divide into three groups: A, B, and C. Group C should read the script again quickly. Group B..."

Tang Yuan had already quit the Shu Ren Literary Society to set up a publication company, but there were too many things to do within the literary society, so he was asked to help.

The reason why Li Guyuan agreed was mainly because Zhang Liru was beautiful... ahem, and was eager to help classmates.

After making all the arrangements in an orderly manner, we began rehearsals.

When you are doing something seriously, time flies by...

Fog City Auditorium Hotel.

This hotel is not the best in terms of decoration and service in Wudu, but it is the most prestigious one.

Speaking of location, the hotel is located directly in the Fog City People's Auditorium complex, formerly known as the Southwest Administrative Auditorium. The people who presided over the construction are all big shots.

The largest conference room in the Grand Hall Hotel was rented today for a study session hosted by the Fog City Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Communist Youth League.

The guests were all presidents or vice presidents of major publishing houses, so the reception standards were quite high.

There are two large banners at the entrance of the hotel: [Enrich the wings of science popularization, forge the roots of health] [The Third Science Popularization Development Study Conference].

"Brother Yuan's study club is of a very high level." Li Guangshu followed the editor-in-chief Mao Yuan.

Mao Yuan took out the invitation letter and went to the front desk to check in.

Li Guangshu followed behind, looking around.

"It's shocking, isn't it? This auditorium in Fog City was rated as a 4A-level tourist attraction several years ago." Mao Yuan said, "But most of the time, we can only take pictures outside. How about it, you are impressive, aren't you, Brother Yuan?"

"Brother Yuan, my admiration for you is like the endless flow of the river." Li Guangshu said immediately.

The study group arranged accommodation for the guests, and Mao Yuan and Li Guangshu stayed in a twin room.

Put your luggage in place.

"Brother Yuan, shall we go out for a walk?" It was Li Guangshu's first time in the foggy city and he wanted to take a walk.

"Why are you walking? I'm taking you to see someone." Mao Yuan said.

Who was he meeting? Li Guangshu was curious. But the editor-in-chief Mao Yuan didn't say anything else.

Come to the hotel's tea room.

Unlike the executive lounge in a general hotel, the tea room is a series of small private rooms. It is not large in size, with mahogany furniture and privacy, and is also suitable for business meetings.

"President Li." Mao Yuan greeted.

The man called President Li was probably in his early fifties, with thinning hair. He wore glasses, and his sitting posture and clothes showed that he was an important person.

Mao Yuan introduced, "President Li, this is Li Guangshu whom I mentioned to you, a very talented writer for our magazine."

Talented? Better than Gu Lu? This question arose in President Li's mind. When he heard the word "talented", he thought of Gu Lu. He had just chatted with President Jian - he was shown off.

With their current status, if they do not pursue a career in politics, their basic pursuit becomes "contributing to the domestic publishing industry", and discovering talented writers is an important part of this.

"This is President Li of our Modu Literature and Art Publishing House." Mao Yuan said.

The relationship between Modou Literature and Art Publishing House and "Novel World" is the same as that between Children's Publishing House and "Youth Literature and Art".

"President Li." Li Guangshu greeted immediately with a warm tone.

"Xiao Yichang, right?" President Li remembered that Editor-in-Chief Mao Yuan said he had the talent of Yichang.

"Did you bring any works?" President Li said directly without any further ado.

If the person in front of him is really talented, President Li doesn't mind giving him a hand.

"Yes, yes, yes." Li Guangshu immediately took out the manuscript.

Judging by Gu Lu's request, President Li thought to himself -

(End of this chapter)