Chapter 642: Deliberation

  No matter what, you still have to eat.

 At the dinner table.

Zhong Ji'an suddenly felt that his son's composition still had some highlights, "Monkey Scientist—"

 Son: “Mom, do you think my composition is very imaginative?”

 Zhong Ji’an: “There is a turkey scientist in Jiang Yang’s latest serialized science fiction novel.”

Lao Gong suddenly said: "Oh, yes!"

 He remembered that someone in his son’s class was reading science fiction novels in class, but the Chinese teacher had just confiscated the reading. When this colleague was not in class, he was still reading in the office and said that Jiang Yang's novel in this issue was really imaginative.

 He glared at his son: "You even copied this idea!"

 “Learn from, learn from.”

 The son gave his mother a weak look and asked for help.

 Lao Gong helps his son with his homework, which makes Lao Gong the person with high blood pressure who bangs the table and stares at the family every day. Zhong Ji'an travels abroad from time to time to negotiate copyrights, spends less time with his children, and feels indebted. He often puts out fires when Lao Gong's blood pressure is high.

 But today—

Zhong Ji'an's heart was filled with ripples, and he was looking forward to returning to his old dream and playing a good game.

 She spoke righteously: "Your father is right!"

　What reference!

“If you can really learn from Jiang Yang’s latest serial, you can go off topic and write a science fiction composition. What are you doing?”

 I pieced together an essay purely based on Jiang Yang’s creativity and Journey to the West!

"If my boss knew that you were insulting his husband's creativity, he would have to fire me!" Zhong Ji'an gave his son a chopstick of vegetables, then tapped his chopstick to serve the shrimp, "Okay, take the bowl and go back to eat, this You have no right to eat shrimp!”

The son was stunned.

Lao Gong also had a look of surprise, why are the husband and wife following each other today?

before.

Zhong Ji'an often educates him, a person who stays in school, as a social person.

 The son was reluctant to leave Da Xia: "Am I your biological child?"

 Lao Gong came back to his senses: "I'm also wondering, your mother and I are both majoring in Chinese, how could we give birth to someone like you—"

 Lao Gong got very angry when he talked about his son's composition.

Once I was writing about climbing a mountain. My son just started writing about how to climb a mountain. Although it was flowing, it didn't go off topic. In the end, he couldn't make up 800 words. So he just stood on the mountain and shouted. There was an echo, and the echo made up 200 words!

Zhong Ji'an still has ripples in his heart.

After hearing what Lao Gong said, she quickly added: "Absolutely her biological child!"

 Lao Gong looked surprised again.

 His wife is not feeling well today.

He had a vague feeling that she was driving, but for some reason, he felt a little swaying as the car drove.

The son carefully picked up a prawn with chopsticks and said: "I think my composition this time is really good."

The subject matter is novel. It not only borrows the creative ideas of science fiction novels, but also uses allusions from famous books. The theme is also clear, telling people not to act haphazardly, otherwise they will attract revenge. The educational significance is particularly profound.

 “Okay, okay.”

Zhong Ji'an asked him to stop. Someone paid for Jiang Yang's creativity. "No one will read your composition even if you pay for it."

By the way, she told Lao Gong about today's meeting, adding some topics for conversation between the couple: "Poirot is very popular in England. Do you know their price for buying the TV series rights? It's a small building, and it doesn't count the share."

Son: "Dad, you also like to write. You can also write about his building whenever you want."

 Lao Gong: “Take the bowl and go back and memorize the essay!”

As soon as Zhong Ji'an heard Lao Gong's tone, he knew that he was getting carried away.

She was too eager to increase the conversation—

certainly.

　　also means to boast.

after all.

 She is now involved in such a large transnational project and has a relationship like Party A's Party A. It is inevitable to be proud.

However-

 Lao Gong’s hobby since childhood has been writing, and his ideal is to become a great writer.

  Naihe.

 His manuscripts were rejected many times.

so.

Lao Gong hates comparing himself to others.

What’s more—

 Lao Gong likes pure literature, but does not like science fiction, mystery and other types of literature.

Like many Chinese teachers, he classifies these books as leisure books and hates them for students to read in school. It is okay to read them outside class for fun. If you really want to cultivate your literary skills, Lao Gong thinks you still have to read classics.

 Zhong Ji'an quite understands.

 Reading is actually a very utilitarian thing. Authors invest brainpower and time in writing books, and readers also invest brainpower and time in reading. So you can read whatever books you want. For students who want to improve their grades, classics are obviously more suitable.

The son put a few prawns into the bowl and went back to his room to endorse.

 Zhong Ji'an and Lao Gong were the only ones left at the dinner table.

 She tried to start an interesting topic, but all she could think of for a moment was work. However, the two work in different environments, one is in school and the other is in society; one likes pure literature, and the content the other is looking for must be popular if he wants to make money -

it's wired. How come they have become strangers after being married for more than ten years?

finally.

Zhong Ji'an could only ask: "Is the dish cooked well today?"

 Lao Gong nodded: "Yes, very good."

 After a meal.

 Lao Gong consciously put away the dishes and took out the folder from his bag.

 Zhong Ji’an: “The manuscript has been rejected again?”

 Lao Gong: “Yeah.”

 This manuscript was not sent to the magazine. It was returned by the publishing house and is now being submitted online. After rejecting a manuscript, Lao Gong is used to printing it out and storing it at home to avoid accidentally deleting it on the computer or losing it.

 His computer is often used for courseware and other tasks after all.

 Lao Gong entered the study.

Zhong Ji'an thought for a while and followed in.

The ripples in her heart were still there, and she wanted to care about Lao Gong.

 Speaking of which, when Lao Gong submitted a manuscript before, he would tell her that after the manuscript was rejected, she would also follow the staff. But later on, I don’t know when, Lao Gong rarely told her, and she rarely asked her.

so-

Lao Gong was a little surprised when Zhong Ji'an came in and asked.

 Zhong Ji’an: “What did the editor say this time?”

 Lao Gong: "It's still the same old thing. Wen seems to be displeased with the mountains."

It’s just that the story doesn’t have enough twists and turns.

Zhong Ji'an knows that this is Lao Gong's old problem. He has too little contact with society and cannot write about people who are too bad, too weird, or too miserable. And his character is peaceful, so the things he writes are also very peaceful and tend to be The kind of quiet time.

 Zhong Ji’an: “Let me take a look?”

"well."

 Lao Gong handed the document bag to Zhong Ji'an. He always felt that his wife was a little strange today.

 It’s a bit like going back to the time when we were just married.

 Zhong Ji'an sat down and looked, slowly frowning.

She actually likes Zhong Ji'an's articles, which have a kind of peaceful and peaceful beauty. She doesn't have to worry about sudden tragedies or anything like that. However, after so many submissions that were rejected, Lao Gong deliberately made changes one after another, but it was very awkward. .

 “Don’t force yourself.”

Zhong Ji'an put down the manuscript, "I think it's good to write about what you like and make you happy."

 Lao Gong wanted to do it too, but no one looked at it.

Zhong Ji'an can't give much advice.

 The only person she knew who was an outstanding writer was Jiang Yang.

 This guy can write an advertisement without even thinking about it.

 The name of the old thief is really not for nothing.

 Lao Gong is going to start his own writing again.

 Zhong Ji'an did not disturb him.

but-

Before going out, she asked in Lao Gong’s ear: “When the monk knocks on Yuexia’s door, do you feel more comfortable with pushing or knocking?”

she went out.

 “Ahem.”

 Lao Gong almost lost his grip.

At this time when he was doing that, he couldn't help but add an elegant word, feeling that this poem was perfect for his body and shape.

 He hasn't mentioned it for many years.

Zhong Ji'an had never said this before, but now that it came out of nowhere, it had a huge impact on him.

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Jiang Yang is stepping aside again and continues to write advertising scripts.

 As for "The Ordination"—

After Li Qingning read it and checked for typos, the only question was who to submit it to.

 Publishing houses certainly can’t.

This article is too short, more than 10,000 words are not enough to be published in a book.

 Only magazines are suitable.

Can-

The love in "The Ordinance" may be science fiction to some people, but it must not be published in Mr. Orange's science fiction magazine. Jiang Yang thought about it and saw the literary magazine he bought while waiting for Sister Xia outside the convenience store.

 It's called "Autumn Fruits".

 The magazine has an email address for submitting articles, and Jiang Yang submitted the article directly.

 (End of this chapter)