Chapter 642 Deliberation

  No matter what, I still have to eat.

  On the dinner table.

  Zhong Ji'an suddenly felt that his son's composition was still bright, "Monkey scientist—"

  Son: "Mom, you also think my composition is very imaginative?"

  Zhong Ji'an: "In Jiang Yang's latest serial science fiction, there are turkey scientists."

  Old Gong suddenly said: "Oh, yes!"

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

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

   "Borrow, borrow."

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

  My son's homework was tutored by Lao Gong, which made Lao Gong the person who slammed the table and stared at his high blood pressure every day. Zhong Ji'an travels abroad from time to time to discuss copyrights, spends less time with his children, and has a debt in his heart. He often fights fires when Lao Gong's blood pressure is high.

   But today—

  Zhong Ji’an’s heart was rippling, and he was looking forward to returning to his old dream and playing a good game.

  She spoke righteously: "Your father is right!"

   What a draw!

   "If you can really learn from Jiang Yang's latest serial, you can write a sci-fi composition off topic. What are you?"

  Putting together this composition purely with Jiang Yang's creativity and Journey to the West!

"My boss, if he knows how you insulted his husband's creativity, he must dismiss me!" Zhong Ji'an picked up a chopstick of vegetables for his son, and knocked his chopsticks on the shrimp, "Okay, serve the bowl and go back to eat. You are not qualified to eat shrimp!"

  The son was dumbfounded.

  Lao Gong also looked surprised, why did the husband and wife follow suit today?

before.

  Jiang Zhong often educates him, a person who stays in school, as a social person.

  The son is reluctant to part with Prawn: "Am I your own?"

  Old Gong came back to his senses: "I'm also wondering, your mother and I are both Chinese majors, how did you give birth to such a—"

  Lao Gong was furious when he talked about his son's composition.

   There was a time when I was writing about climbing a mountain. This son just started writing how to climb a mountain. Although it was flowing, he didn’t digress, but he couldn’t make up 800 words.

  Zhong Ji'an still has ripples in his heart.

  After hearing Lao Gong's words, she hurriedly interjected: "Absolutely biological!"

  Old Gong looked surprised again.

  His wife is not feeling right today.

  Why did he vaguely feel that she was driving, but for some reason, the car drove him a little turbulently.

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

  The theme is novel, it not only borrows the cowhide ideas of science fiction, but also uses allusions from famous books.

   "Okay, okay."

  Zhong Ji’an asked him to stop, someone paid for Jiang Yang’s creativity, “No one will read your composition if you paid for it.”

  By the way, she told Lao Gong about today's meeting, and added some conversation between husband and wife: "Poirot is popular in England, do you know their offer for buying the TV series copyright? It's a small building, and it doesn't count as a share."

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

  Old Gong: "Take the bowl and go back and recite the model essay!"

  As soon as Zhong Ji'an heard Lao Gong's tone, he immediately knew that he had lost his composure.

  She also really wants to increase the conversation—

certainly.

   It also means to boast.

after all.

   Now that she has participated in such a large transnational project and has become Party A's Party A, pride is inevitable.

However-

  Lao Gong’s hobby since he was a child was writing, and his ideal was to become a great writer.

  Never mind.

  The manuscripts he wrote were repeatedly rejected.

so.

  Old Gong hates comparing him with others.

   Besides—

  Lao Gong likes pure literature, not science fiction and reasoning.

  He, like many Chinese teachers, classifies these books as idle books. He hates students reading them at school, and reading them outside of class is okay. If you really want to cultivate your literary talents, Lao Gong thinks that you still have to read classics.

  Jiang Zhong understood quite well.

  Reading is actually a very utilitarian thing. The author puts brainpower and time into writing the book, and the reader also puts in the brainpower and time into reading, so you can read whatever book you want. For students who want to improve their grades, masterpieces are obviously more suitable.

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

  Only Zhong Ji’an and Lao Gong were left at the dinner table.

  She tried to start an interesting topic, but all she thought of was work, but 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 in order to make money—

it's wired.

  Being husband and wife for more than ten years, why did they become strangers?

finally.

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

  Old Gong nodded: "Well, very good."

  After meals.

  Old Gong consciously cleaned up the dishes, and then took out the folder from his bag.

  Jiang Zhong: "Rejected again?"

  Old Gong: "Yes."

   This manuscript was not returned by the magazine, but the publishing house, and now it is submitted online. It's just that after the manuscript is rejected, Lao Gong is used to printing it out and storing it at home to avoid accidentally deleting it on the computer or not being able to find it.

   After all, his computer often handles work like courseware.

  Old Gong entered the study.

  Zhong Ji'an thought about it, and followed in.

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

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

so-

   When Zhong Ji'an came in to ask, Lao Gong was a little surprised.

  Jiang Zhong: "What did the editor say this time?"

  Old Gong: "It's still the same old style, the text seems to be looking at the mountains and not happy with the flat."

   The story is not full of 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 people who are too bad, too weird, or too miserable. However, his personality is peaceful, so the things he writes are also very peaceful, tending to The years are quiet.

  Jiang Zhong: "Let me see?"

"well."

  Lao Gong handed the file bag to Zhong Ji'an, always feeling that his daughter-in-law was a bit strange today.

   Kind of like going back to when we were first married.

  Zhong Ji'an sat down to watch, frowning slowly.

She actually likes Zhong Ji'an's articles, there is a kind of tranquil beauty, don't worry about a sudden tragedy or something, but after so many submissions were rejected, Lao Gong intentionally made changes to the strange situation, but it was very awkward .

   "Don't force yourself."

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

  Lao Gong also thought about it, but no one saw it.

  Jiang Zhong couldn’t give much advice either.

  The only one she knows who is a prolific writer is Jiang Yang.

  This guy can easily write an advertisement.

  The name of the old thief is not for nothing.

  Old Gong will continue to start his own writing again.

   Zhong Ji'an doesn't bother him.

but-

  Before going out, she asked in Lao Gong's ear: "Monk knocks on Yuexia's door, do you feel more comfortable pushing or knocking?"

she went out.

   "Ahem."

  Old Gong almost lost his grasp.

   This was just at that time, he couldn't help but dragged out an elegant word, and felt that this poem had achieved his body shape.

   He hasn't mentioned it in years.

  Zhong Ji'an never said it, but now he suddenly said something, which had a big impact on him.

  ＊＊＊

  Jiang Yang was dodging again, and continued to write commercial scripts.

   As for The Ordination—

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

  Publishing House certainly can't.

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

   Only magazines are suitable.

Can-

  The love in "Ordained" 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 is called "Kyoto Literature and Art".

  The magazine has an email address for submissions, and Jiang Yang submitted the manuscript directly.

  (end of this chapter)