That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Chapter 69 Manuscript reminders and book reviews

During the Spring Festival of 82, Guo Jia had only three days of statutory holidays. Enterprises and offices started work on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, but schools would go to work later.

For Li Ye, who was used to long vacations, it must have been extremely uncomfortable, so he made an agreement with Hu Man and others in advance to start normal review on the sixth day of the lunar new year.

In this way, Li Ye feels that he is already a hardworking model for time travellers.

Hu Man and others also noticed Li Ye's temper. Even if they went to Erliang Store to review, they would have to go three hours a day to get there. They also promised not to disturb Li Ye and would keep it to themselves if there were any problems.

However, things went against expectations. On the morning of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, before Li Ye got up from the small fire bed and was thinking about where to go to find Li Dayong today, Wen Leyu hurriedly knocked on the door.

"It's not even nine o'clock yet? Why are you so anxious?"

"Look, look at the telegram."

Li Ye quickly took the telegram and read it carefully.

[Things have progressed and the return trip may be postponed. Please send the follow-up manuscript to Room 306 of Guangming Hotel on XX Road, Beijing as soon as possible. 】

Li Ye read it twice carefully to make sure there was no hidden meaning, then looked at Wen Leyu and said, "It should be good news."

Wen Leyu nodded vigorously and said with a sore nose, "That's good news."

Li Ye smiled and said: "It's good news. Why are you snoring? Help me copy the manuscript quickly, otherwise how can I mail it?"

Li Ye has the habit of saving the original manuscripts of novels, so whether Blue Ocean Publishing House or Teacher Ke took away the copied manuscripts.

Although he was lazy during the Chinese New Year, he still wrote [-] to [-] words, and it took him most of a day to copy them.

Fortunately, Hu Man and others also came today, and the five of them copied [-] to [-] words, which was much faster.

Before noon, Li Ye went to the post office to mail the manuscript. Wen Leyu finally breathed a sigh of relief and was no longer so anxious.

But just one day later, in the morning of the next day, Teacher Ke’s second telegram arrived.

[The supplementary materials have been sent, please check them carefully and organize them for use as soon as possible. 】

"Supplementary material?"

Li Ye was very confused. When he was rewriting "The Deserter", he showed the outline to Teacher Ke.

After many discussions and revisions, the two of them have basically perfected the outline and plot of the novel. It would not be a good thing for the author to add any supplementary material at this time.

Sure enough, just on the afternoon of the second day after the telegram arrived, a thick parcel arrived in Li Ye's hands.

[Is this the speed of JD Express? 】

Li Ye felt bad. It was less than 82 kilometers from the capital to Qingshui County, but in [-], the package delivery took three to five days, which was considered fast.

But this parcel took less than 36 hours.

It’s true, this is a parcel sent by the boss.

When I opened the package, the first thing I saw was a letter from Teacher Ke.

The letter told Li Ye that some of the character prototypes in the novels supplemented many details of battles and life at that time, and asked Li Ye to try his best to integrate them into subsequent manuscripts after screening.

Teacher Ke's letter was written with sincerity, as if he was not talking to a high school student, but to an equal writer.

But Li Ye just read it once and understood what Teacher Ke meant - urge updates, urge updates, and update me as soon as possible as required.

Li Ye put down the letter and began to read through the "materials" one after another.

Then for most of the day, he just sat there motionless, like a clay statue.

Wen Leyu next to him was a little frightened and pushed him hard.

"What's wrong, Li Ye? Is there something wrong?"

"My concubine has nothing to do. It's nothing."

Li Ye reacted and smiled at Wen Leyu to reassure her.

But at this moment, he really wanted to scream - "I can't do this!"

What kind of supplementary material is this? This is a heated comment post from readers!

[Hello, comrade author, I have some opinions to tell you that your critical description of the man surnamed Yang is not profound enough. Let me tell you, in XX, you must write clearly about him in XX to speak out for those of us. 】

[Comrade author, can you tell me, who told you that he is the first in the group in stabbing with a high sword?
In front of me, you see if he dares to brag about this, you must write me in. I am the second row of XXX, remember to give me a nice nickname! 】

[Comrade author, I want to criticize you for a few words. Why did you show us half the book?When will the second half of your book arrive?The doctors all criticized me for not sleeping on time. 】

This special brew is not a reminder, it is a reminder!

They can't wait to see the rest of the manuscript tomorrow, but there are still more than 100 million words left!How do you want Li Ye to write?
Li Ye looked up to the sky and sighed: "The money for custom writing is really not that easy to earn!"

This is like writing an online article and a gold medal reader suddenly jumps out and asks the author to change a story line or modify a character.
Although the author's brain cells will be burned by the billions, there is always a way to make subtle adjustments.

But you need several big readers to make requests. One wants the protagonist to go east, another wants the protagonist to go west.
This one wants to be upright in heaven, and that one wants to be villainous in the earth, so how can we change it!

Li Ye threw away the "supplementary materials", took the manuscript paper and wrote quickly.

He doesn't plan to change it, at least not in the near future. He will first write a hundred thousand words according to the draft in his mind and send it out.

A great trick for writers is to use large amounts of content to fill up the books. Under the circumstances of making explosive updates, no matter how picky a reader is, he will feel sorry for the writer and try not to find fault with him.

However, Li Yimei started writing the novel without any distractions, but Wen Leyu took the supplementary materials and read them carefully.

As she watched, her expression changed, her little face wrinkled like a bun, and she kept glancing at Li Ye.

Li Ye kept writing and asked her casually: "What's wrong?"

Wen Leyu asked: "Is it too difficult?" Li Ye shook his head: "It's not difficult! Just get used to it."

Wen Leyu: "."

Naturally, Wen Leyu didn't know that when Li Ye was writing online articles in his previous life, he was often criticized by readers for being autistic, and over time he developed the ability to be highly defensive and resistant.

If you can change it, try to change it. If you can't change it, just spray it and I'll take over.

Li Ye's thoughts flowed smoothly and he wrote four to five thousand words in one breath. He didn't stop until his wrists became slightly sore.

Wen Leyu finished copying and helped him pack up the manuscript, slowly and weakly.

Li Ye felt something was wrong, so he asked Wen Leyu: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Wen Leyu nodded his head twice, pursed his lips, and looked aggrieved.

Li Ye asked in a warm voice: "Can you tell me?"

Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye and thought for a long time.

"Actually, Shi Cheng is my grandfather."

"Ah."

Li Ye hummed slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

Shi Cheng's prototype has a very close relationship with Wen Leyu and Teacher Ke, which he had already guessed.

Wen Leyu added: "My grandfather passed away a few years ago."

All right!No wonder it has been forgotten. The head of the family has all gone away, so what happened to the senior brother?

"Ok?"

Li Ye suddenly realized something was wrong.

He sat up straight, looked into Wen Leyu's eyes, and came to his senses after a moment.

Isn't this the feeling I had when the girls across from me were introducing their family situations to me on a blind date in my previous life?
"My father and brother are over there in Bei'anling. I haven't seen them for many years."

"But my father writes to me every month. We are far away from each other, but our family ties are getting stronger and stronger."

Wen Leyu spoke very verbosely, but also very seriously.

Li Ye understood that until this moment, this little girl had opened her heart to him.

Before that, she wrapped herself tightly with a shell of indifference.

If it weren't for Li Ye, a monster who broke through this barrier bit by bit, she wouldn't have known how long she would have to keep herself closed.

Wen Leyu pointed to the supplementary materials and said quietly: "I have seen some of these people, some have heard of them, they are all from my grandfather's generation."

"They have very tough tempers and are very aggressive. They won't be convinced by anyone. If you say something bad about them, they will act recklessly."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of being difficult. I've seen readers no matter how difficult they are." Li Ye reassured Wen Leyu with a smile.

Wen Leyu looked at Li Ye and said with a guilty conscience: "What I mean is that this book "The Deserters of War" may not be published."

"Can't get published?"

Li Ye was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was really troublesome to involve so many people and so many opinions.

Wen Leyu nodded: "If it can't be published, you won't get the royalties."

"Ugh?"

Li Ye didn't expect Wen Leyu to give him a twist, including a family introduction!How did you get the royalties later?
Does it matter whether we have money or not?

Why do you look so guilty, like a lioness shouting "a million-dollar gift"?
Li Ye said magnanimously: "If you can't get the royalties, you won't get the royalties! You have to know that writing novels may not necessarily make you money.
Many times, failure is just a trial before success. "

Wen Leyu's little face was filled with grievances again: "But if you can't get the manuscript fee, I don't have the proofreading fee! What will happen to my food money?"

Li Ye was stunned.

Everyone ate in the small warehouse of Erliangdian, and Li Ye charged a nominal ten cents per meal.
Because Wen Leyu had proofreading fees deposited with Li Ye, he had always been able to eat and drink for free.

It's not that Li Ye didn't give her the money, it's that she didn't want it.

Li Ye always felt that this girl regarded money as rubbish. She would not take money that had no name or status.
As for eating, that's a matter of course. If you work part-time for a landlord, you still have to take care of the food, let alone a small proofreader?

But now, what is she thinking?

Your money is mine, is my money also yours?
No, it seems like a proactive and hard-working type to earn long-term meal tickets?

Li Zhiye was moved and whispered to Wen Leyu: "If you are willing, I can take care of your business until the end of the world."

The autumn water in Wen Leyu's big eyes seemed to have suddenly frozen.

Then, there were turbulent waves.

She backed away slowly, like a wary deer, and then suddenly, turned and ran away.

Listening to the "thump thump thump" footsteps disappearing, Li Ye's heart beat wildly.

Is this a confession?
Does it count?

That definitely doesn’t count!Otherwise it wouldn't be a shame?

　The second update was swallowed, and I’m applying for restoration, alas.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)