That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Chapter 162 Wen Leyu: At most, we can pay them wages
"Two K's."

"Two Aces."

"Don't buy anything below 9! Li Ye only has two eights left."

"Old Wu, you peeked at my cards again, right?"

"Who peeked at your cards? Do you still need to look at your and the youngest's cards?"

In dormitory 209, Li Ye was playing poker with several roommates.

Ever since Wu Runfu and several other roommates expressed their dissatisfaction with Li Ye for not seeing anyone all day long, Li Ye would eat, drink, and play cards with them every now and then.

He came to Beijing University just to connect with his classmates. How could he get too close to his roommates?
However, Li Ye got it right when it came to eating and drinking. Young people quickly became friendly when they were together, but when it came to playing cards, he shot himself in the foot.

Because the three of them, Wu Runfu, are majoring in mathematics, they don't look very smart despite being dumb all day long, but they can count cards very accurately when playing cards, just like cheating, which makes people unable to resist.

Anyway, as long as Li Ye shows up in the dormitory after class, he will be dragged by a few guys to play a few cards and have a good time ravaging him, the "big brother in the dormitory".

Who made Li Ye so "flashy"?

If you have money, good looks, and a girlfriend, if you are number one in everything you do, why should you let others live?

"This is the last fight! After this fight, I have to go out for a walk and get some fresh air. I'm going to be crushed to death by you guys."

As expected, he lost again. Li Ye gave in while shuffling the cards.

But teammate Sun Xianxian said: "Brother, we didn't win even one night, are you willing to do that?"

Li Ye glared at him and said, "How can you compete with these number monsters? They can calculate your cards with their eyes closed. Accept your bet and give it to others as soon as possible."

Sun Xian turned around reluctantly, took out two packets of candy peanuts from his bed, and threw them on the table angrily.

Wu Runfu and Chen Sihai winked and moved over, deliberately biting the peanuts loudly.

A pack of candied peanuts costing a few cents is nothing, it is mainly a "satisfaction".

"Touch the card, touch the card. Damn, it's all over now?"

With the new cards, Li Ye had all 456 and 789 in his hand. How could he make a fool of himself?
He wanted to refuse to play, but the two animals on the opposite side had already been eyeing them, and they were bound to get the last snacks from Li Ye and Sun Xianxian.

"Li Ye, Li Ye, there's a letter, there's a letter from the publishing house!!"

Li Huaisheng's voice suddenly came from outside the door, and then the door of 209's dormitory was pushed open.

Li Ye and Sun Xianxian unanimously decided to throw away the cards and succeeded in cheating.

Wu Runfu and Chen Sihai didn't get angry because it was Li Huaisheng and Yang Yumin who came through the door. These freshmen, they were still a little reserved when facing juniors.

Li Huaisheng came in and saw Li Ye, and said happily: "Li Ye, look, the publishing house has given us a letter."

Li Ye smiled and said: "Let me write if you want, but isn't the novel officially published? What are you doing with the letter at this time?"

"You don't understand this," Li Huaisheng said with some pride: "This is a letter from a reader forwarded to us by the publishing house. Our "Looking Homeward Alone" already has loyal readers."

"Oh!"

Li Ye agreed, looked at the pile of letters in the hands of Li Huaisheng and Yang Yumin, and subconsciously asked: "Are these just the letters?"

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Li Huaisheng and Yang Yumin were stunned for a moment, and the proud expressions on their faces were obviously sluggish, just like the lake water in early winter, suddenly covered with ice.

"What do you mean just these few letters? Do you know how difficult this is?"

Li Huaisheng said with a dark face: "If you want to get letters from readers, you must at least successfully publish your work first, right? Then readers will feel how good your writing is, and then they will write letters to communicate with the author."

Li Huaisheng gave Li Ye and others a lot of popular science. Whether it was Sun Xianxian or Wu Runfu, their eyes were filled with little stars.

After all, Blue Ocean Publishing House is also a regular publishing house in China. The sales and reputation of "New Wind" have also increased dramatically in the past few months. It is definitely a source of pride for a student to publish a work on it.

"Oh oh oh, I was wrong. It's really rare."

Li Ye tactfully admitted his mistake, which made Li Huaisheng and Yang Yumin's faces turn rosy again.

After all, these two classmates really treat him as their little brother.

If Li Ye said - you two look down, yes, there are two big boxes under the bed. They are full of letters from readers to my Seven Inch Blade,
They are all sent wholesale in one hundred envelopes in large parcels, and some of the envelopes even have photos!I don’t even have time to read it, let alone reply.

It is estimated that after Li Ye said this, the friendship between the few of them will cease.

"Let's go to the activity room and let's reply to our readers and friends together."

Li Huaisheng pulled Li Ye away, completely ignoring that Li Ye was still wearing slippers.

Li Ye's younger brother Sun Xianxian naturally followed him.

After a few people left, Wu Runfu said in confusion: "When a junior student publishes a work, why do you ask Li Ye to reply to readers together?"

Chen Sihai said uncertainly: "I heard from the youngest that Li Ye seems to like literary creation, maybe he participated in the co-creation!"

"It's over. His reputation as the first brother is not easy to defeat!"

Wu Runfu threw out the good cards in his hand and suddenly felt boring.

. . . . .

Li Ye followed Li Huaisheng to their literary activity room and found that everyone had already arrived.

It seems that authors these days still attach great importance to readers' opinions. Unlike some authors in later generations, as long as they see readers asking for more updates, additional updates, or a harem, they will start to be selectively deaf and pretend not to hear.

"Come on, come on, let's each write a letter, read it, and then reply to the readers carefully."

Li Huaisheng and Yang Yumin distributed more than a dozen letters to the students present, and Sun Xianxian who followed them all received one.

Li Huaisheng opened one letter first and read it happily as soon as he saw the beginning.

"Hello author, I like history very much. After reading your novel, I feel really happy. I hope to see more and better novels of this kind in the future."

"Clap clap~"

Everyone clapped together, which surprised Li Ye, and Li Huaisheng was also full of joy, as if he was more intoxicated than a poet reciting a good poem.

Yang Yumin and others also opened the letter and read it silently or in a low voice, feeling the enthusiasm of the readers.

But Li Ye suddenly noticed that Sun Xianxian's expression was wrong, and he looked like he was suffering from constipation.

"what happened?"

Sun Xianxian handed his letter to Li Ye. Li Ye took a look and put it into his pocket.

But Li Huaisheng had noticed the strangeness between them and came over to ask for the letter.

"Author, are you writing a novel? Why do I seem to be reading a history textbook? Who is the protagonist? Is your novel pieced together?"

This is a viciously worded "bad review letter". The reader who wrote the letter thinks that the characters in "Looking Homeward" are not smart enough, and the text is filled with a lot of historical knowledge, which is as boring as chewing wax, etc.

Li Huaisheng read the letter from beginning to end twice before looking up at Li Ye. "Li Ye, why are the opinions raised by this reader so similar to the ones you originally raised?"

[Do you think readers will only give positive comments but not negative comments? 】

Li Ye smiled and said, "You don't think I wrote this letter pretending to be a reader, do you?"

Li Huaisheng said quickly: "Li Ye, don't get me wrong, I don't believe you would do that kind of thing."

At this time, the tall girl spoke to the reader

"The reader's letter I opened was in a similar situation. He felt that what we wrote was not novels, but historical knowledge."

"This is my letter too"

Four or five letters from readers in a row reflected the same problem.

Letters from readers are actually equivalent to the book reviews of later generations. Where there are no uniform good words, many readers are also very sharp and sharp.

Everyone looked at Li Ye.

Before the manuscript of "Looking Hometown" was sent out, Li Ye reminded Li Huaisheng and others that there were too many world settings at the beginning of the novel, which might affect the reading experience.

What year is it in the Tang Dynasty? What is the origin of the reign name? Is the emperor a good emperor or a bad emperor? Who is the leader of the lone army in the Western Regions? Who is his father and who is his grandfather?

It can be said that Li Huaisheng and others wrote it very carefully, and there is a lot of historical knowledge in the novel. But it is indeed too boring to read.

Li Ye suggested at that time that he should learn from the beginning of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and use the perspective of a storyteller in Niujia Village to slowly unfold the era setting of the novel.

But Li Huaisheng and others did not listen to Li Ye's opinion, and now they are questioned by readers.

Finally, Yang Yumin solemnly said: "Li Ye, what do you think we should write for the next issue?"

Li Ye stopped hiding his clumsiness, took a piece of paper and started writing on it.

"First, make it clear who the protagonist of the novel is, and all other supporting characters should be described according to the 'Green Leaf' standard.
No matter how good or strong this green leaf is, no matter how much you like it, it is just a little brother supporting the protagonist. The stronger the little brother, the stronger the protagonist."

"Second, all historical knowledge can only be selectively added to the content of the novel. If it is not needed, it will not be used."

"Third, there must be a heroine. The main readers of our novels are not monks. Novel without emotional drama will not be liked."

Li Ye almost gave everyone a free writing skills class. Li Huaisheng and Yang Yumin were thoughtful after listening to it, while Sun Xianxian and the tall girl who had just joined were stunned for a while.

Li Huaisheng suddenly said: "Li Ye, how about you being the main writer of the next novel?"

Li Ye quickly shook his head like a rattle and said: "I'm not good at it. I just have many ideas and ideas, but my writing skills are far worse than yours."

"What you said makes sense. Then you can come over after class and give everyone some advice. When I get the royalties, I guarantee that your share will be indispensable."

Li Huaisheng and others were not sincere, but Li Ye said nonchalantly: "I can only say that I'm trying my best, because I've been really busy recently and really don't have time."

Seeing that Li Huaisheng and others were insisting again, Li Ye said again: "I have agreed with others to study and make progress together, so you can't miss my important event!"

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Everyone was speechless, because they generally knew who the girl they had agreed with Li Ye was. Li Ye's life-long event could not be delayed.

. . . . .

In fact, Li Ye is really busy because he recently "double-opened" his second novel.

I made an appointment with Wen Leyu in the evening. After arriving at the library, Li Ye handed over a manuscript.

"Remember I told you last time that I am going to write a 'masterpiece' and I will need your help when the time comes. Now that the time has come, see if you are willing to earn royalties with me."

Wen Leyu, who was picking at Li Ye's lunch box in search of the sweetest fruit, suddenly became happy.

She picked up the manuscript and began to read it carefully, but just a few minutes later, she looked at Li Ye in surprise.

"A Song of Ice and Fire? Are you writing a Western fantasy novel? I have never seen a similar theme. Will our domestic readers like it?"

Strange novels are novels similar to "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". Wen Leyu has read many Western novels and feels that Li Ye's story is unique.

"You can call it a Western fantasy novel, but I think it should be called a 'fantasy novel'."

Li Yedao: "You don't need to consider whether domestic readers like it, because I need you to translate it into English and then publish it on Hong Kong Island."

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Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye blankly, his big eyes widened, and he didn't blink his eyelids for a long time.

After a long time, Wen Leyu said in a funny tone: "Li Ye, do you know that literary translation is not material translation? It is a very rigorous work, and ordinary people cannot do this kind of thing."

Li Ye nodded and said, "I know that. You just need to use accurate words and straightforward descriptions to translate it into English."

"That's not okay! This is not the same thing at all."

Wen Leyu didn't know what to tell Li Ye, because for a native Chinese speaker, translating a pile of literary manuscripts from Chinese to English was much more difficult than translating English into Chinese.

Otherwise, the name “translator” would not exist.

In the process of translating a world famous book, the translator not only needs to have a high level of foreign language proficiency, but also the literary level of the mother tongue is very important.

Translators need to use their own mother tongue to re-render and construct the artistic conception, emotions, and thoughts in famous works, rather than simply and straightforwardly giving a running account like translating materials.

For example, a high school student who grows flowers has the same English proficiency as an excellent writer.
If two people translate a foreign language work at the same time, will the Chinese version they translate be of the same grade?

On the other hand, Wen Leyu's Chinese proficiency is not bad, but her English proficiency is not up to the level of a translator. Even many English professors cannot meet that requirement.

They may have translated the plot correctly, but foreign readers won't buy it if it looks "unsightly".

Li Ye waved his hand and said to Wen Leyu: "If you really can't figure it out, just ask Teacher Ke if he can help."

"my mother?"

Li Ye knew that Teacher Ke's English level was very high, and his literary quality was also very high.

Wen Leyu thought for a while and said, "My mother may not be good at it. If she is, she may not have time now. She does have a classmate who is very good."

"No, you can't find outsiders," Li Ye flatly refused: "In fact, there is no need to strive for perfection. You just need to carry out an accurate preliminary translation according to my detailed outline, and then I will find a way to find a foreigner for a second translation."

When "The Lord of the Rings" entered the Chinese region, the translation was not good enough. It was a second translation by an electrician boy that made the book even more popular.

That's why Li Ye had a similar plan.

Wen Leyu said strangely: "Then what are you going to do with my mother? Why don't you just ask a foreigner to translate it?"

Li Ye helplessly whispered: "In that case, there may be a copyright dispute. Do you want a foreigner to share most of the royalties that originally belong to us?"

Wen Leyu was stunned for a few tenths of a second and blurted out: "That's not possible. At most, we can pay them wages."

　I have to go do some things with my wife tomorrow, so the update tomorrow night will be a little later, so I’d like to let you know here first, and I hope you can understand.

　　In addition, I would like to thank book friend 33021208824673 for the 1000-coin reward. Thank you, brother.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)