Chapter 19: Cha Haisheng who writes poetry (Please vote for monthly tickets)

Liu Zhenyun agreed to this errand with a beaming smile, and he could continue to promote himself on the way.

"Actually, I also like writing articles. I have a short story in the first issue of 'Weiminghu'."

"Oh~" Zhang Dening stared at the tall guy in front of her, "When we get to the editorial department, I must take a look."

Liu Zhenyun smiled even more brightly; this is what he wanted.

Although he might not have the strength to get into "Yanjing Literature and Art" yet, getting familiar with their editors and letting people remember his name is always good.

Next, Zhang Dening asked Liu Zhenyun about the talents in their class in terms of writing.

Liu Zhenyun told everything he knew without holding back. Besides Big Sister Zhang Manling, he also introduced Yanjing native Little Dai (Dai Jinhua) and poet Old Xiong (Xiong Guangjiong).

He even broke some gossip about the '79 class.

"It is said that Wang Youqin of the '79 Chinese Department is this year's national liberal arts champion. I am just a provincial champion. If someone can get the highest score in the country, how powerful must they be? There are people outside people, mountains outside mountains..."

"Ah, so you are a provincial champion, junior. Disrespect, disrespect."

Liu Zhenyun: "Oh my, why did I say that? It was all luck, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning, haha~"

Liu Zhenyun's words were witty, with a kind of peasant-like cunning. Zhang Dening was also good at chatting. The two walked and chatted all the way, quite happily.

Liu Zhenyun felt that the days when he could earn manuscript fees were getting closer and closer!

After arriving at the "Weiminghu" editorial department, Liu Zhenyun immediately introduced Zhang Dening to everyone.

Huang Beijia and others immediately greeted them; they were all old acquaintances.

Then Liu Zhenyun introduced the editor-in-chief of "Weiminghu," his classmate Old Xiong, and Zhang Dening's main target for this trip, Zhang Manling, to her.

Zhang Dening first exchanged pleasantries with old friends like Huang Beijia from the '77 class and asked about their recent creative situation. Sure enough, it was the same as what Chen Jiangong said.

Then she walked to Zhang Manling's side and chatted with this junior sister who was older than her. She felt that this woman really had something.

However, Zhang Manling's creative progress was slow. Although she had been writing for several months, this novella of tens of thousands of words had only been written for more than ten thousand words.

This made Zhang Dening a little regretful.

Just when she thought she had made a wasted trip to Peking University, a magical man appeared!

After leaving the South Gate, Mei Wenhua first went to the girls' dormitory to find his sister from the same courtyard.

As a result, he didn't find her; they said she went to the study room.

Arriving at the study room, he found her roommate and was told she was in the "Weiminghu" editorial department.

So after asking around a few more times, he found her.

"Xiao Qingqing, someone is looking for you," someone who led the way for Mei Wenhua shouted.

"Sister Xiao Qingqing, how is that poem of mine? Is it okay?" Mei Wenhua went straight to the girl with the most spectacular chest at the scene.

Mi Qing saw Mei Wenhua appear here, still wearing a security guard uniform, and was a little displeased. How did he find this place? And he didn't even change his clothes!

A while ago, she met this kid, and the other party pestered her to chat about this and that to get close. Fortunately, she wasn't wearing a uniform at the time.

And she just accidentally revealed that she worked in the "Weiminghu" editorial department and was responsible for soliciting manuscripts, so this kid insisted on submitting a manuscript to her to boost her performance.

They are all from the same courtyard, don't think I don't know! How many times have you brats boosted my performance?

However, thinking that they were from the same courtyard and their parents knew each other, Mi Qing didn't pour cold water on him and let him write it.

As for the result, what kind of stuff did he write!

Ah!

The sea!

It's all water!

The steed!

Four legs!

She had already forgotten exactly what he wrote, probably at this level. This definitely couldn't be submitted.

"Wenhua, I'm sorry, that poem of yours didn't pass. Keep up the good work." Mi Qing pulled him aside, feeling very embarrassed, and just wanted to send him away as soon as possible.

However, Mei Wenhua, who had just been stimulated by Wei Ming, couldn't accept this result for a while.

"Didn't, didn't pass?"

"Right, didn't pass."

Mei Wenhua was unwilling: "Then, can I chat with your editor-in-chief? He might not have understood the connotation and deep meaning in my poem. Actually, I am of the Misty School."

Novels need plots, structures, and characters, but modern poetry, he looked at what others wrote and it was about the same as his, incomprehensible, nonsensical. Why are they great poets, and girls are throwing themselves at them like crazy!

Editor-in-chief Xiong Guangjiong stood up: "This friend, I am also a poet. Which one did you write?"

"'Sunshine is Bright'!"

Xiong Guangjiong originally wanted to seriously discuss poetry with him, but as soon as he heard the name, he didn't want to say another word. He took a piece of paper directly from the table and said: "This is a poem by a freshman in the '79 class, and it is also our minimum standard for publication. You can take a look at the gap between you."

Mei Wenhua glanced at it, his expression disdainful: "This Cha Haisheng writes just so-so."

Xiong Guangjiong confirmed that this person should have no aesthetic sense of poetry. He said directly: "Xiao Qingqing, your friend, you send him off."

Mei Wenhua disdainfully threw Cha Haisheng's piece on the table: "Then return my original manuscript to me."

"What original manuscript?"

"Shouldn't a rejection return the original manuscript? You don't know the goods, maybe others do! I still want to submit to other places!" Mei Wenhua said big words, anyway, he couldn't let his face fall to the ground.

Feeling that in the hearts of his classmates, he had already been equated with this idiot, Mi Qing finally couldn't bear it:

"It's already been thrown away. Why keep it? No one will want it. Hurry up and leave!"

Mei Wenhua: "That's not necessarily true. The taste of big magazines is very strange. I can submit to 'People's Literature' or 'Yanjing Literature and Art.' Maybe they will want it."

Just then, someone suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Mei Wenhua looked over. If it weren't for the fact that she was a girl, he would have already beaten her up.

!

"Sorry, I thought of something funny."

"What funny thing? Make it clear." Mei Wenhua was relentless.

There was no way, the girl had to point to Zhang Dening who was preparing to slip away: "We have an editor teacher from 'Yanjing Literature and Art' here."

Zhang Dening: Although the excitement is good to watch, it's not beautiful if it burns on oneself.

When she heard the other party say "Yanjing Literature and Art," she wanted to leave, just fearing this.

"No, no, no, I'm from the fiction group, not the poetry group. And isn't this comrade's work already missing?"

Mei Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief. Oh right, fortunately it's missing. If it were rejected again, how could he guard the gate in the future? Just go fire the boiler, paint his face black so no one would recognize him.

As a result, a boy suddenly dug out a wrinkled piece of paper: "'Sunshine is Bright,' hey, it's here, it's not lost!"

Immediately someone started booing: "Read it out quickly."

"Right, let us appreciate this masterpiece too!"

The other party also asked Mei Wenhua for instructions: "Then how about I read it, and Senior Sister Zhang listens too?"

Mei Wenhua was tough: "You read! Remember to read with emotion."

"Ah!

Sun!

My day!

Why do you never have insomnia?

Is it because you don't have anyone you like?

And I, a melancholy beautiful man..."

Reading to this point, the whole audience burst into laughter.

This laughter was full of restrained mockery, like daggers stabbing at Mei Wenhua.

And one of them was not only exceptionally sharp, but also poisoned.

A boy whispered to the person next to him: "Just a gatekeeper, actually wants to write poetry, actually wants to publish..."

In this era, there is little professional discrimination. After all, many people might have engaged in unseemly work before entering university, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist absolutely.

Especially between the proud sons of heaven at Peking University and the temporary security guards, although they are on the same campus and are polite on the surface, the invisible barrier is always there.

This harsh sentence angered Mei Wenhua, who had always been timid, causing him to lose control directly.

He interrupted the person reading the poem, pointing at this group of proud sons of heaven at Peking University who were laughing at him with red eyes:

"What's wrong with guarding the gate? Can a gatekeeper publish articles in 'Harvest'? Can you! Can you!"

(ps: Godfathers, the big shots behind are too fierce, Old Buddha is already injured all over, please support!)

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 20 =====