Chapter 23

Old Xiong was just teasing Liu Zhenyun; his novel wasn't taken out. Since there was one more poem, then take out one poem.

Thus, a poem by Zha Haisheng, a freshman in the Law Department of the Class of '79 who was still immature at the time, was taken out.

Old Xiong also wanted to place this poem by Wei Ming at the position of the preface. They had already invited Professor Xie Mian and Professor Hou Renzhi to write one each. Since they could have a double preface, what was the harm in having a triple preface?

"Alright, you guys copy his, I have something to do." After someone finished copying *Ideals* once, Liu Zhenyun immediately ran out with the original copy.

He ran to the neighboring Building 31, where the female students of the Chinese Department lived. Actually, liberal arts female students basically all lived here, and he didn't know if his junior sister...

Because it was still summer, Liu Zhenyun didn't go in. He had someone call down the five great talented women of the Class of '77; they were all from the *Weiming Lake* editorial department.

"Senior sisters, good news, good news!"

Then Liu Zhenyun told the story again of Wei Ming's burst of inspiration and his creation of *Ideals* in seven steps, which hooked the women and left them spellbound.

"Where is the poem, where is the poem!"

"Hurry up and let us see it!"

Liu Zhenyun opened his little notebook: "Look from here, the rest is all there."

"Ideals are stones..." Zha Jianying started reading, and several people listened, fascinated.

Wang Anyi and Zha Jianying both liked poetry. When Zha Jianying had read halfway, she snatched it over and finished reading the latter part.

When the last sentence ended, Huang Beijia took the lead in applauding. Everyone thought that although this poem could not be called a divine work, it was definitely an inspiring masterpiece and the strongest voice needed by this era!

And coupled with the prerequisite of composing poetry in seven steps, it is not an exaggeration to call it a "divine work."

Wang Anyi and Zha Jianying even wanted to recommend it to *Today* magazine.

Li Zhihong, president of the May Fourth Literary Society, had already started copying it. Liu Zhenyun said: "Didn't you say before that you wanted to get to know Wei Ming? He is my buddy. After much persuasion, I finally got him to agree to have a meal with you. Don't be happy yet..."

Liu Zhenyun paused and said: "But there are two conditions: first, he wants to eat one-on-one; second, you need to treat him, he won't pay."

"It is we who want to get to know him, so it is very reasonable for us to treat," said Cen Xianqing, monitor of the Class of '77 Chinese Department.

The others also felt there was no problem; it should be so.

A cunning smile of success appeared on Liu Zhenyun's face. He would tell the girls in the class tomorrow and give them a chance to treat Wei Ming to a meal too.

How much money he had saved him; it was no less than the manuscript fee!

Just as *Ideals* was spreading crazily in the male and female dorms of Peking University in a fission way of one becoming two, two becoming four, and four becoming eight, Zhang Dening, who had returned home and calmed down, was also reading the novel *Two Cows*.

"Old Ancestor! Old Ancestor! Where are you?"

The main text begins with the protagonist "Niu Er's" cries of bewilderment.

But Zhang Dening didn't know what he did or the historical background; she only knew he was terrified.

The village where he lived was silent, until—

A mass grave appeared!

Niu Er's identity was also clear; he was a lucky villager who had escaped a Japanese massacre for some unknown reason.

Next, Wei Ming made a very detailed description of this mass grave, detailed to the point of making Zhang Dening physically uncomfortable.

The more detailed he wrote, the heavier Zhang Dening's hatred for the Japanese became, and at the same time, she worried about whether it could pass the censorship.

Among them, he made a very detailed and cruel description of a woman whose pants had been stripped off, revealing her white thighs, focusing on a silver bracelet on her wrist, which seemed to have some hidden story.

Afterwards, Niu Er escaped from the mass grave, struggling to move, until he heard the cry of an "infant."

However, what finally appeared before him was not an infant, but a cow that had been drugged and was almost mute.

And it was a "strange cow" that was black in one patch and "yellow" in another.

The movie version started to turn into a flashback here, while Wei Ming used an interjection, inserting the story of the past bit by bit into the process of Niu Er taking the cow and fleeing.

Just from this beginning, Zhang Dening felt the author's seasoned writing style. Not only was the structure good and the imagery strong, but the word choice was also bold. A raw and fierce energy rushed toward her, making this article appear extremely powerful.

And as for the shaping of Niu Er, with just a few strokes, Zhang Dening could clearly feel that he was different from similar characters in the past.

He was too, too—how should she put it—too authentic. From his speech to his behavior, including the little vulgarities in his heart, Wei Ming did not make any modifications or embellishments, as if he had directly brought a man from the Shandong mountains in the 1940s before her. So real!

She even felt as if she could smell the animal scent he carried because he had been raising cows for years.

Too amazing!

Just based on this beginning, it had already surpassed more than 90% of the well-known writers at present. Sure enough, the younger generation is to be feared!

As long as there is no slip in ideology later, this manuscript will definitely be adopted, and it will be a key recommendation on the front page!

She continued to read, and the story line gradually became clear. It turned out that because of the transfer, the Eighth Route Army was forced to leave a dairy cow donated by an international organization to the village. The villagers were all amazed at the size of the foreign cow's milk and its sufficient yield.

But because they were afraid of being implicated, no one in the village dared to raise it, so they used the method of mixing mung beans with red beans to have all the men in the village draw lots.

Finally, a woman named "Jiu'er" drew lots for the cowardly Niu Er and won the job of raising the dairy cow.

Two donkeys? Zhang Dening looked at the two cows in her hand again. This handsome boy seems to like writing about livestock.

Wei Ming: No way, I have life.

When talking about "Donkey Five and Donkey Six," Wei Ming even performed while talking, especially the long monologue of the male lead to Black Six's brother Black Five, which made Zhang Dening couldn't help but want to applaud.

This is definitely a very interesting work that is enough to make people reminisce, but unfortunately it is not for their "Yanjing Literature and Art."

When Wei Ming talked about the end, Black Six turned into donkey meat fire to avenge his brother, and finally only a charred skeleton remained, Zhang Dening couldn't help but feel melancholy.

What a spiritual donkey!

However, she clearly felt that the donkey in Wei Ming's story was not just a donkey.

It is more like referring to a certain type of person.

It's just that without seeing the original text, this can only be some of Zhang Dening's speculations.

"Comrade Wei Ming, let's stop here today. Very happy to meet you. I think this novel should not disappoint me. Hope we can cooperate often in the future."

Wei Ming said bluntly: "That depends on your magazine's sincerity."

"Sincerity? Do you mean manuscript fees?" Zhang Dening was not sure.

"Right." Wei Ming was very frank.

"Ah, you are so mercenary." Zhang Dening teased. Nowadays, writers pay attention to the backbone of literati and are ashamed to talk about money.

Wei Ming said sincerely: "Since I was a child, my mother told me that children from poor families take charge early. My parents are farmers who dig food from the soil, and their health is not good. There is also a young sister who needs to go to school. Let you laugh."

At this point, Zhang Dening couldn't laugh anymore. This already tall boy even became majestic in her eyes.

She also said seriously: "If the work is indeed good, I will definitely fight for it with the leadership."

"There is one more thing, can you arrange for publication as soon as possible? I am in a hurry to use money."

"This..." Wei Ming said: "'Harvest' will be published in November at the earliest. If you can catch up before that, this will be my debut work!"

Zhang Dening understood what he meant. If Wei Ming can really soar in the literary world, then as the platform for his first published work, "Yanjing Literature and Art" has the merit of a Bole!

However, it definitely won't catch up this month, and it will be October at the earliest.

She nodded and agreed.

Returning to the dormitory, Zhao Debiao was leaning against the wall wearing Wei Ming's neck pillow.

"Brother Ming, this thing is really easy to use. I'll ask my mom to get me one later."

His mother works in a street garment factory, so it doesn't cost anything.

"Only thinking about yourself, what about Brother Feng, and Wenhua."

Mei Wenhua didn't expect that he would have a share, not in vain for helping him stand guard, and helping him blow cowhide.

Under Qiao Feng's reminder, Wei Ming's story show "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" finale began.

Soon, their dormitory was full of people, so they opened the door and let people who couldn't squeeze in carry stools and sit outside. Familiar people would also distribute cigarettes to each other, and the room was like a fairyland.

!

Just when Wei Ming talked about the confrontation between the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts and the army led by the Emperor of Liao, and Duan Yu and Xuzhu used their powerful martial arts to capture Yelü Hongji.

Liu Zhenyun suddenly squeezed in from the crowd: "Little Wei, so you live here. Are you having a class meeting?"

Breaking the chapter here is going to be struck by lightning.

So Wei Ming hurriedly pulled Liu Zhenyun and said: "Brother Zhenyun, you sit on Biaozi's bed first, I will be done here soon."

Wei Ming didn't even have time to introduce Liu Zhenyun. At this time, delaying time, Liu Zhenyun's ancestors are easily sunned.

He continued to talk, and then the three of Xiao Feng forced Yelü Hongji to swear to retreat, and not to send troops to the Great Song in his lifetime.

"Yelü Hongji had his life in others' hands, so he had to agree.

So he passed down the imperial decree, blew the horn, and prepared to return to the dynasty.

At this time, he looked back at Xiao Feng and sneered: Xiao King, you have made such a great contribution to the Great Song, high officials and rich salaries are just around the corner.

Xiao Feng shouted loudly: Your Majesty, Xiao Feng is a Khitan, and once swore brotherhood with Your Majesty. Today, I forced Your Majesty, becoming a great sinner of Khitan. Neither loyal nor righteous, how can I stand between heaven and earth in the future?

After speaking, he raised the two broken arrows in his right hand, used his internal energy, stabbed his right arm back, and with a puff, inserted it into his own heart."

Wei Ming said while gesturing. Thanks to his years in the People's Art, although he had never really been an actor, his expressiveness was quite good.

All the listeners at the scene said "Ah," as if the broken arrow was inserted into their own chests.

So painful! So blocked!

Zhao Debiao asked nervously: "Xiao Feng won't die, right?"

Wei Ming sighed: "He died."