A widower's entertainment

Chapter 33 [There is never more than one kind of flower in spring]

Dong Zhao's eyes lit up when he heard Lin Youcheng's words. As an editor, he naturally hopes that his writers can write more manuscripts.

Perhaps in the eyes of editors, it is best for an author to write a manuscript twenty-four hours a day, twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes, and submit it at the last minute.

No, there is no need to submit the manuscript in that minute. It only takes one second to submit the manuscript. The extra fifty-nine seconds allow the author to take a rest.

Now hearing Lin Youcheng's words, Dong Zhao was naturally a little excited and asked hurriedly: "Is it true?"

“The idea of ​​what the new draft is about?”

Seeing Dong Zhao's eager look, Lin Youcheng smiled and said, "About love."

about love?

Dong Zhao was stunned. He didn't expect that Lin Youcheng's new book was actually about love, which surprised him.

Dong Zhao asked further: "Is it still a love story like that of Jingqiu and Lao San?"

"no."

Hearing Lin Youcheng's words, Dong Zhao couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a repeat of the previous story.

Some authors may only write one book in their lifetime, and that is their debut. The rest of the book is a repetition, and they cannot escape the shadow of the debut.

Dong Zhao was worried that Lin Youcheng would be trapped in his debut film.

Of course, Dong Zhao didn't say this directly. After all, he hadn't read Lin Youcheng's new novel yet, and he didn't know whether Lin Youcheng's new love story was under the shadow of the hawthorn tree without going out.

Lin Youcheng didn't know Dong Zhao's worries. If he knew, he would just tell Dong Zhao not to worry too much.

Because the fire he was about to set was a new crime, it must be a completely different and unexpected method of arson.

Lin Youcheng even felt that maybe with his new fire, he would become the father of many people.

Dong Zhao was very curious. After such a heartbreaking and touching love story like "Love at the Hawthorn Tree", what kind of love story would Lin Youcheng write?
  "Youcheng, is your story this time a long one or a short one?"

Lin Youcheng heard Dong Zhao's words, thought for a moment, and couldn't help but said: "Maybe, it should be a medium-length novel."

When Dong Zhao heard Lin Youcheng's words, he felt reassured.

Since it is a medium-length novel, it seems that Lin Youcheng really has a very detailed storyline, and it is not just a random idea, otherwise it would not be called a medium-length novel.

No matter what, being able to hear the plan for the new draft from Lin Youcheng this time is the biggest gain.

If news about Lin Youcheng's new manuscript spreads, I'm afraid many magazine editors will come to grab the manuscript. After all, Lin Youcheng is now considered a well-known writer in the minds of many editors with his debut novel "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" , there will naturally be editors who want to invite manuscripts.

For example, in the past, "Furong" magazine and "Xiangjiang Literature and Art" magazine both requested articles from Lin Youcheng.

"If you succeed, then when you finish writing this manuscript, you must show it to me."

Lin Youcheng couldn't help but nodded when he heard Dong Zhao's words.

After all, Dong Zhao came all the way from Jincheng, so how could Lin Youcheng not pay attention to Dong Zhao's heart.

"To be honest, I'm looking forward to reading your next novel, especially if it's about love. I really want to know what kind of love story you will write this time."

Seeing Dong Zhao's curious eyes, Lin Youcheng smiled and said, "I can only say that it will be a completely different love story."

"After all, there's never more than one kind of flower in spring, right?"

Dong Zhao became more and more curious as he listened to Lin Youcheng's words, but if Lin Youcheng didn't talk to him about this love story, he couldn't keep asking, so he nodded and said, "Yes, there is always more than one kind of flower in spring, a hundred flowers bloom. ” ˆ ˆ “Let a hundred flowers bloom? That’s right.”

Dong Zhao and Lin Youcheng chatted about literature again and talked about some literary works related to love.

"Do you know? When I read your article "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", I was reminded of Mr. Shen's "Border Town", which is as beautiful as ever, but with a hidden pain."

"It cannot be compared with Mr. Shen's "Border Town". "Border Town" is real literature."

Dong Zhao added: ""The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" is equally beautiful, and the foreign article "Letter from a Strange Woman", I wonder if you have read it?"

"Of course, the beginning of that letter is amazing - you, you have never known me! This is the beginning of the whole letter, it is both the title and the title..."

"Yes, a letter without signature and address, a dying woman, telling an unforgettable love story, a very classic work..."

Lin Youcheng and Dong Zhao talked about love in some literary works.

I have to say, the scene of two grown men chatting about literature or love together is still very——

harmonious.

……

It was getting late. Dong Zhao and Lin Youcheng chatted for a long time, but they did not stay.

Because there is no place to live in Lin Youcheng's family, Lin Zhaohuan and Lin Zhaole are now sleeping with Lin Youcheng, and in the other room are Lin Zhaoxi's four siblings.

Naturally, Dong Zhao didn't stay and went to a guest house. This was considered a business trip at public expense. In addition to being reimbursed, there would naturally be subsidies.

Lin Youcheng put Lin Zhaole to sleep, and then took a look at Lin Zhaoxi's sleeping siblings. The four siblings were still sleeping on a big bed.

Lin Zhaoxi still slept on the outside. Lin Zhaomei and Lin Zhaoman slept very honestly. The one who slept most dishonestly was Lin Zhaoqing, who pressed his hands on Lin Zhaoman's face.

Lin Youcheng stepped forward and pulled Lin Zhaoqing's hand away, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Lin Zhaoman slept so soundly, and was not affected by Lin Zhaoqing at all.

Lin Youcheng thought that although it was not too crowded, there were two more bunk beds in the back, so it was best to separate the room. After all, the children would still need to be separated as they got older.

However, it would be better to find another room.

Lin Youcheng covered several carrot heads with quilts, walked out of the room in a low voice, walked to the Eight Immortals table in the main room and sat down.

Although Lin Youcheng told Dong Zhao that he had that idea, he was actually thinking about whether he should really write this love story.

After all, his love story still does not conform to the current literary trend.

There is neither scar nor reflection. As for the pioneer, it may be far-fetched.

Is it appropriate or inappropriate?
  Lin Youcheng was thinking about this problem in his mind, but he actually believed that in the 80s, a period of literary surge, literary lovers yearned for a free and diverse symbiosis, and literary creation should naturally be relatively free. Freedom and diversity of thought and art.

As he and Dong Zhao said, there is always more than one kind of flower in spring.

Since it is now a spring with literary freedom and hundreds of flowers blooming, what does he have to worry about.

After all, he, an arsonist with a heart, is just setting fire again and committing a crime, writing about love.

　Really need all the support! !

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)