Chapter 318 I regret it!

Chapter 318 I regret it!

Chapter 318 I regret it!
“This is the first time I’ve met a writer who has both short story and long story talents.”

Let me talk about Yao Xiaoju's mental journey. At first, I thought Gu Lu was good at short stories. Science fiction short stories, horror short stories, and new interpretations of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio are really good.

Later, Flowers for Algernon made its debut, and Yao Xiaoju thought it had greater potential for a full-length novel. Now, the short stories I write casually to fight against racial discrimination are getting better and better.

"I thought The Gloom at Weymouth was already brilliant, but I didn't expect there was another master. Is this the talent that can't be contained? The Portsham Horror is actually better."

Yao Xiaoju felt that this underage boy was too scary!

Yao Xiaoju, the agent, quickly contacted the previous translator, Susan Collins. Although she is American, she lives in London. The translation is not very beautiful, but it is accurate and fast.

Many things require quick, accurate and ruthless action, for example, Qi's mother has already established contact with the dance master.

After finishing her task, Mother Qi looked at her daughter happily and said, "Let's go shopping at the supermarket and cook your favorite sweet and sour pork."

CC actually doesn't like pineapples. To be more precise, she has never liked them since she was a child. More importantly, Qi's mother is good at making sweet and sour pork. Qi Caiwei would think that if the dish her mother is good at happens to be her daughter's favorite, she will definitely be very happy.

If you put yourself in her shoes, Qi Caiwei would be very happy.

When going to the supermarket with his mother, his little hands were sometimes behind his back and sometimes crossed, making a lot of movements on the way.

The little girl couldn't hide her thoughts, and it was obvious that Qi Caiwei seemed to be making a decision. To be honest, after Gu Lu fell asleep, he suddenly wanted to go to the toilet. He was also in the same dilemma whether to get up or hold it in until tomorrow.

"Mom." Qi Caiwei saw her mother walking towards the fruit area and called her mother.

"What's wrong?" Mother Qi turned her head with a questioning look.

I actually don’t really like sweet and sour pork now, but when it came to Qi Caiwei’s mouth, it became, “I don’t want to eat sweet and sour pork today…”

It's useless! Master Gulu taught you in vain. Qi Caiwei blamed herself in her heart that it was useless.

At the same time, noticing the probing gaze of Qi's mother, Qi Caiwei continued, "Let's eat something else, how about spicy chicken?"

"Eating spicy food can easily cause acne." Qi's mother wanted to refuse, but finally agreed under her daughter's coquettishness.

"Just this once."

"Good good!"

It is not easy to make Qi Caiwei happy.

During the dinner, as is customary, two conversations took place.

The first aspect is the parents' complaints that Qi's mother is a teacher in the Fog City Dance Troupe and also has a part-time job.

"The dance troupe has been very busy recently, and I don't have time for my part-time job," said Qi's mother. "It's really tiring every day. Now I feel back pain when I just stretch a little."

"Mom, then why don't we stop working part-time for the time being? Doesn't Dad send me back living expenses every month? We..." Qi Caiwei suggested.

"If you don't work part-time, how will you get the tuition and dance fees? You are still young and you need money in many places." Mother Qi said, "Who am I working so hard for?"

In fact, the money that Qi's father sends to her is tens of thousands of yuan every month, which is enough even if Qi's mother doesn't go to work.

Qi Caiwei lowered her head silently and dared not speak.

Go to the second step.

"Weiwei, your school should select the star of No. 8 Middle School, right?" Mother Qi asked, "Tell mom, do you have a chance of being selected? You also won the Rising Star Youth Dance Championship, as well as other awards, and you also won awards for the school during your time at school."

In order to commend outstanding students every year, No. 2012 Middle School will hold a commendation meeting for outstanding classes and individuals. The selection for the 2013- school year will be held in December.

"It's quite difficult, because our school has many strong contestants. In this kind of excellent selection, contestants who have achieved good results should be given priority." Qi Caiwei said.

"Oh." Mother Qi nodded. After CC answered, he looked carefully, worried that his mother would show disappointment. He felt relieved after seeing that she didn't.

"Why don't you want to eat sweet and sour pork today? Don't you usually like it very much?" Mother Qi suddenly asked.

"what?"

……

A few days have passed since the inspection by the leader of the Fog City.

Principal Chang found Mr. Gao, the head teacher of Grade 10 (), and gave him some encouragement.

It was not an empty promise when I told Teacher Gao that because of his good performance during the inspection, he would be close to getting a promotion and a raise in salary.

"Director Hu, is it because of Xiao Gu..."

Before Teacher Gao could finish her words, Director Hu interrupted her, "Teacher Gao, I can tell you clearly that the inspection team spent about half an hour watching the students in class and stayed in your Class 10 for at least ten minutes. What do you think was the reason?"

"Because there is a student named Gu in our class." Teacher Gao said without any hesitation.

"That's not entirely true." Director Hu responded, "Student Gu is definitely an important reason, but what else is there? A senior leader wouldn't stand for so long just because of one student."

"The fact that you spent one-third of your class inspection time on Class 10 must be because you have a very good understanding of your classmates' progress and are innovative in answering questions in batches," said Director Hu.

Is that so? Teacher Gao looked at the director. She didn't know every student in the class, but she knew a general idea about each student.

"So don't feel unworthy. You will get more opportunities if Xiao Gu is in your class," said Director Hu. "But opportunities are for those who are prepared. If you don't have the ability, you will miss it."

There was a gleam of wisdom in the director's eyes. Even though Teacher Gao didn't see it, the power of his words had already infected her.

"Thank you, Director Hu." Teacher Gao thanked.

Waving his hands, Director Hu said, "Why thank me? If you want to thank me, just take good care of little Gu. That child has no parents to teach him since he was a child. He has been figuring out how to behave in the world on his own since he was a child. He is too sensible when he should be lively."

Teacher Gao nodded in agreement. She paid a lot of attention to Gu Lu, mainly because of the home visit last year.

In a few days, everything in China was going according to plan, but abroad, it was very different...

"Kane is coming back. Go to the supermarket in town and buy some steak. Also, we have run out of basil leaves at home. Remember to bring them back," said Mrs. Vanzelstone.

Even though Western family relationships place more emphasis on personal space, a normal Western family will still be happy to see a child who has not returned home for a long time.

Steak and roast chicken are actually the simplest and quickest meals that ordinary Europeans and Americans can make.

Quinn Vanzelstone, or Old Vanzelstone as the villagers called him, was a lamplighter, paid by the town hall to maintain and repair nearby streetlights.

Although he looks big and strong, he still loves reading. His child is the only one in the village who was admitted to a good university, which is largely due to his reading habits. For this, old Van Zeston is very proud.

"You've caused so much trouble, and yet you dare to come back!" old Van Zeston scolded.

Although he said he was unwilling, his body was honest. He got in his Toyota pickup truck and drove towards the town.

As soon as he got off the car, Quinn, who was in his sixties, felt the surprised eyes of passers-by kept being cast at him.

In a small town with few people, even if it is not like the foggy September city, you will meet familiar people everywhere. But you can indeed meet many familiar people...

"It's him, that's him, old Vanzelstone."

"horrible."

"I'm going to the next town tomorrow, and I have to pass through Portsham Village, but I don't dare go."

"Look, I know. I know old Vanzelstone, and he's a stockman, too."

……

Was it an illusion? Quinn looked left and right, making sure that passersby were whispering to him.

When "The Shadow of Weymouth" appeared, the people in the town still shared the same hatred with him. It's like the bar in the town, if you curse the Chinese, you will be given a glass of snake venom beer. Because the people being attacked are all the residents of the town.

Heading towards where the whispering was coming from, Quinn tried to figure out what was going on.

But as soon as he got close, the crowd scattered like birds and beasts, leaving Quinn very confused.

When I was shopping in the supermarket, the cashier lady also gave me a strange look. Shit, what does your look mean? Quinn got angry.

At this time, two security guards immediately ran over, staring at him eagerly, and it seemed that they were worried that old Van Zestone would do something extreme.

At this moment, the postman from the same village, who often drank with him, persuaded old Van Zestone to leave.

"I bet your attitude will change after you read this." The postman handed Quinn a newspaper. It was the familiar newspaper, the Daily Express. Quinn's face was full of negative emotions.

Turning to the fourth edition, the familiar novel serial section, and seeing the title of the novel, Quinn felt as if the sky had fallen.

The Portsham Horror, by GULU
The name is directly specific to the village.

[A traveler arrives in Dorset, England...]
There are two ways to translate this article. One is the third person, "Occasionally, travelers will see some weathered old men alone in front of the dilapidated doorsteps", starting with the travelers. The other is more in line with the original work, translated in the second person, "Occasionally you will see one or two weathered lonely figures on the cracked doorsteps or on the hillside playground covered with stones."

Translator Susan Collins chose the latter for her English translation.

The second person is common in fan fiction in circles such as Old Ford AO3, and it is a very difficult writing style to master. The advantage is that it is very immersive, and even more immersive for readers than the first person.

Just like that, Quinn frowned and instantly immersed himself in the story.

The story of "The Portsham Horror" is also simple. It tells the story of a very abnormal child given birth to by the daughter of the Vanzelstone family.

A three month old looks like a one year old, a seven month old looks like a two year old, and there is no difference between a one year old and a three or four year old.

In the story, the villagers spread rumors that old Vanzestone could do black magic, and he would perform strange sacrifices at the stone circle of Mount Brampton every night. Then the mountain would shake and roar.

"Slander!" Quinn was angry.

Stonehenge is indeed in the village of Portsham, but Brampton Hill is a mountain in Weymouth and is not adjacent to the village at all.

To be more precise, the entire village is not close to the mountain.

[Yog-Sothoth knows where the gate is. Because Yog-Sothoth is the gate, Yog-Sothoth is the key, and the gatekeeper. The past is in him, the present is in him, and the future is in him, because everything is in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Great Old Ones broke through; he also knows where the Great Old Ones will break through again...]
The terrifying Outer Gods.

Quinn is not a follower of the church, but at this moment he also wants to shout that Sothoth is a heretic!
He found it hard to accept that the description in the book made Yog-Sothoth seem to be the god in charge of wisdom, and all the great wizards, artists, and thinkers in history were just his projections in different dimensions.

If you want to be wise, go through the "gate" to meet Him.

"That Chinese guy is a blasphemer!"

A lot of space is used to describe the scenery and characters, especially many pictures are very vivid. "Its waist and above are basically similar to humans; but the chest cavity that is vigilantly pressed by the guard dog with its sharp claws has a piece of thick skin like that of a crocodile or an alligator. ... The skin in those places is covered with thick and rough black hair. Many long gray-green tentacles with red sucking mouthparts extend from its abdomen and fall to the ground helplessly."

It's an appearance that makes people feel uncomfortable just thinking about it, for example, there is a fleshy beak or tentacle with purple rings on the tail, and all signs indicate that it is an undeveloped mouth or throat.

"Oh my God, what the hell is this going to be like."

After reading the story, Quinn drove home in a daze.

Mrs. Vanzeston didn't notice her husband's strange behavior at all. She took the food and complained.

"Why are you back so late?"

"When I ask you to do something, you are long-winded and slow."

"Hurry up, Kane is coming back."

My wife started working in the kitchen. Today's main dish is steak, French fries and fried fish.

About ten minutes later, there was a sound of a car stopping and the engine being shut down outside the door.

The child drove back.

"Kane, long time no see. You've lost weight." Mrs. Vanzelstone immediately came out from the kitchen to welcome the child home.

"I made your favorite steak, you..."

Mrs. Vanzestone had barely finished her words when she saw her husband slap her in the face.

"Bang!" It was a crisp and firm slap.

Kane, who was caught off guard, stumbled and fell on the sofa. He covered his face and looked at his father in confusion, wondering why he had to do that.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Vanzelstone screamed, and then hurried to help Kane up.

Quinn slammed the newspaper in his hand at Kane's face.

"Look at what you have done. I feel so sorry for my father. You have destroyed the honor of the Vanzestone family." Quinn was still furious.

When Kane saw the Daily Express, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

"It's all in the past. No one in town is talking about it anymore. Why are you still talking about it?" Mrs. Vanzelstone complained to her husband.

"What happened? This is today's newspaper. That Chinese guy is writing a story in it again." Quinn said.

"?"

Kane's eyes widened. What? You're still coming?!

This time, not only did they come, but the offensive was even more fierce, from the small town to the village, and even more specifically to the family. Kane shuddered.

For the first time, this man, a reporter for The Sun with no moral integrity, felt a little regretful.

The greater emotion after regret is resentment.

Even if my report is a little off the truth, why can't you just be patient like other Chinese people?
Why do you want to fight back? Kane's resentful expression was revealed in his eyes, and he kept trying to turn it into reality!

As a newspaper man, he knew that The Portsham Horror would become even more famous than before.

Kane's judgment was correct.

The Daily Express directly printed 200,000 copies, but it was a drop in the bucket for the market that was eager to watch the show and was quickly sold out!

I never thought that this short story of counterattack would have a sequel.

And even more exciting.

In just one morning, the British Internet exploded.

It even attracted a famous book critic to comment on it.

"Admit it, we have to admit that we underestimated Gu Lu. He is not a genius promoted by the Chinese government.

The Guardian, the Mirror and the Daily Mail's sieve-like reports have affected our judgment.

He is a writer of tangible genius, and his remarkable talent can be seen in his two short stories.

The horror story of "The Portsham Horror" tells the story of two children of the Outer Gods, one of whom was mauled to death by a brave dog, and the other was expelled from this time and space.

The development is rather old-fashioned, but Gu Lu simply added a lot of settings, which made people's eyes light up. The second son of the Vanzestone family turned out to be like the Outer God Yog-Sothoth, without a physical body. Only traces of His walking can be seen. But when the three musketeers saw his appearance through some means - it was too scary!
I will never go to Weymouth again in my life, let alone Portsham."

Let the heat run high for a while. After all, Weymouth Town Hall and the village police are a little behind and need time to react.

----

"Student, if you want to transfer from boarding school to day school, your parents' signature is required to confirm." Director Zhu glanced at the information submitted by the student.

“My parents don’t have much time…”

Director Zhu interrupted Gu Jiayu, "If parents don't have time, brothers and sisters, or uncles and uncles, just bring the adults' instructions."

He also relaxed. This student had come to him many times. Every time, he explained that he was from a single-parent family and how difficult it was for parents. Director Zhu did not understand the student's family. He just felt annoyed that this student came to him again and again.

"In addition, students, let me remind you that even if your parents apply, your application will fail without a valid reason." Director Zhu gave a warning.

"Because you live on campus, you have been eating in the school cafeteria for more than a month. If you go back and eat something and feel unwell, our school will also be responsible." Director Zhu gave an example.

"That definitely won't be the case." Gu Jiayu assured.

Even the verbal assurance of an adult is meaningless to Director Zhu, let alone a minor. Director Zhu just said, "Who can say for sure?"

I didn't expect that things would be so troublesome, but the heroine had tried her best, even beyond the average student. Just think about it, a freshman in high school, after being rejected by the class teacher, was able to find the teacher in charge of the matter on her own and "disturb" him again and again, which is a courage that many adults don't have.

"I understand, Teacher Zhu." The heroine walked out of the office and closed the door gently.

Let my brother try. If it doesn't work, I can only go back and ask Uncle Xiao. Why do I have to ask my stepfather? Because Gu Jiayu knew very well that her mother would definitely not agree. But her mother listened to Uncle Xiao more.

(End of this chapter)