Across the literary and art world

Chapter 80
A taste from the past circulates in the memory, and it seems to bring the world many years ago to the present.

"On the banyan tree by the pond, Cicada is calling out for summer, on the swing by the playground, only butterflies rest on it, and the teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still writing desperately, waiting for get out of class to end, waiting for school to end , childhood waiting for games..."

Hu Haoyu relaxed his body on the chair, closed his eyes slightly, nodded his head slightly, and was very devoted.

"Looking forward to the holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to the grown-up childhood, day after day, year after year, looking forward to the grown-up childhood."

At the end of the song, Hu Haoyu didn't wake up from the memory immediately, but muttered slightly.

"No wonder, Zhuozi is so depressed. It seems that I disturbed his imagination. This seems to be a mental crime! Ha ha."

The joyful and brisk melody continues.

"Huh? What's going on? Did I choose to repeat the single?" Hu Haoyu opened his eyes, "Another childhood song? Different lyrics?"

"Butterflies flutteringly accompany the swings in the sky, and bees fly by in the hot summer afternoon, without me singing happily, the iron gates on the sports field are locked. It's a pity that sir can't be lazy. There are countless sets of homework after school, and the heavy schoolbag is full. Books..."

"Cantonese? This seems to be more than Mandarin?" Hu Haoyu frowned, Cantonese, Hu Haoyu also learned it when he traveled all over the world.

"Thinking back then, it seemed like yesterday. I remember everything clearly in my heart. It's a pity that the day passed away too quickly, and my childhood just drifted away like this. Don't laugh. Ken sings loudly, like a person deliberately puts a lock on the inside. I only think of the old days in my heart, and the childishness has changed a lot today, and the hasty day has passed away too quickly, and my childhood has drifted away like this."

……

"Two childhood songs, each with its own spirit!"

Hu Haoyu sighed, sat up straight, opened the document, and turned his thoughts into words.

"The song is just a few minutes long, but it is the forever carefree innocence that can be recalled in a lifetime. There is not a single negative comment. I think everyone can find the shadow of their past in "Childhood". That clear The pond, the tall and straight banyan tree, the tireless cicada, the butterfly on the swing, the stern but kind primary school teacher, the long-awaited summer... Thanks to Lin Feng for his childhood, and also for the love we had years."

"The Cantonese version of childhood, I think Lin Feng's voice is actually sad, but who in this age group can not have a strange resonance from it, miss the sadness of childhood, it turns out that we are really old."

I stopped and thought about it, and instead of continuing to convert, I transferred this text to my blog, as a record of time!

.........

Under the slanting sunlight, the flying fingers on the keyboard suddenly stopped, a kind of extreme speed and sudden stop that would surpass time, and the extreme illusion produced a strange beauty.

Lin Feng put down his work, changed his direction, and wrote a new beginning, just like entering a new world, which is always so touching.

"This is a brand new world. This is the growth history of a careerist's shit luck. This is a classic of that era. Although it has been criticized by countless self-righteous people, it is there whether you see it or not. Don't increase or decrease because of anyone's sorrows and joys."

"It contains more than just words, and what it narrates is not just fiction. Although it is now submerged by the trend, it still shines brightly. There is such a passage in the previous life, 'This book is novel in conception, unique in subject matter, clear in paragraphs, and full of plots. Strange, ups and downs, clear main lines, fascinating, plain and extraordinary literary skills, it can be said that every word is pearls, every sentence is classic, and it is a model that our generation should learn from. From the perspective of novel art, this book is not a novel. It is too successful, but its experimental significance is far greater than the success itself. As the saying goes: "As soon as a horse gallops, shoot a bird and lead a bow, the world is in my heart!" 'This is a bit of a flood of words, and it seems to be the most appropriate comment at that time. "

"If this book world is shown in front of book friends, will they be amazed again? But the writing needs to be repaired..."

"Ring Ling Ling..."

Just as Lin Feng was thinking, suddenly a ringing sound woke Lin Feng up from his thoughts.

"Hey, what advice does Editor-in-Chief Chen have?" Lin Feng asked lightly, without any dissatisfaction at being interrupted.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lin Feng is joking, I dare not show off my level in front of Mr. Mr.'s three shocking works have already made me feel completely overwhelmed!" Chen Zhuo repeatedly said.

"Hehe!" Lin Feng acquiesced without saying a word.I can't be humble, this is something that has been tested by time and people's hearts.

"I'm bothering you today because it's the tenth day." Chen Zhuo didn't think deeply about Lin Feng's meaning, but directly brought up the business.

"No. [-]? Is it a special day?" Lin Feng thought hard.

"Uh, this is not a special day, it's just that Wukong's 30-day sales volume has come out." The emotional person forgot, can you escape this sum, this is an attractive sum!Chen Zhuo's mind was spinning rapidly, but he still suppressed this exciting idea, and he will cooperate and play together in the future!

"Oh, the sales volume of Legend of Wukong has come out. Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Chen, for reminding me. How many copies are there?" Lin Feng recalled the contract.

"150 thirty-four thousand 620 one." Chen Zhuo reported a number.

Although he couldn't see Chen Zhuo's expression now, Lin Feng felt that there must be a wry smile on Chen Zhuo's face now, and 15.00% of the money just went into his pocket.

"When will the money be transferred to my card?" Lin Feng was straightforward and not tactful at all.

"After the final verification, the account will be credited within three days." Chen Zhuo calmed down his mood.

"Then thank you, Editor-in-Chief Chen."

"It's about mutual benefit and win-win. Mr. Lin's thank you letter is a bit polite." After a pause, Chen Zhuo continued, "I don't know the follow-up of Shooting the Condor, when is the master going to send it?"

"Follow-up? Oh, I'm too busy, I almost forgot, I'll send it to you later."

"Well, I'll just wait. I don't know if we can cooperate further, sir?" The big names are always so busy that people are speechless.

"please continue."

"Our company is willing to buy all the copyrights of your Condor Shooting at a price of 8000 million." The future of Condor Condor is definitely not just about words, and an industrial chain will definitely be formed centered on Condor Shooting. This benefit will be great. This is After Chen Zhuo read Shooting the Condors in depth, he obtained the result with the eyes of a businessman.

"Hehehe, I'm sorry, Editor-in-Chief Chen, I can't agree to this, I can't agree." Lin Feng refused directly, thinking that I don't understand the true value of shooting eagles?

"That's a pity." Although Chen Zhuo, who had already prepared himself psychologically, was disappointed, he didn't express it too much.

"By the way, I recited a poem at the graduation ceremony yesterday, so I'll send it to you as well. Didn't you say you wanted me to give some poems to your newspaper? This is the first one to open the door."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Lin, the remuneration is only 3000 yuan, and I will charge it to your card later."

The remuneration of 3000 yuan is really not low. Generally, it is not bad to give tens of yuan to those who are too famous, but this one gave Lin Feng a remuneration of 17 yuan, which is completely in accordance with the standards of famous artists. It seems that Lin Feng It's really important!That's right, a [-]-year-old genius is so outstanding in several aspects and has such a high reputation, and this poem is the first one that Lin Feng authorizes to be published in a newspaper, so its significance is not low!

"Well, good! Editor-in-Chief Chen is really generous!"

……

After hanging up the phone in his hand, Chen Zhuo stared at the screen, knocking on the table unconsciously.

"The 3000 yuan remuneration, I'm really crazy, even with the farthest distance in the world, it can't be so high from the beginning! Oh! I hope Lin Feng won't let me down, otherwise, I really have to swallow it, no Method, who can make people write good stories!" In his heart, Chen Zhuo was a little annoyed with his worries.

"Drip! Drip! Drip!"

A series of file prompts reminded Chen Zhuo that the files had arrived.

"It seems that there is still no end. This Lin Feng is always tantalizing people! However, this method seems to be good. One by one becomes a book and sells one by one. How many points should I split the book into?" Looking at the size of the documents sent by Lin Feng, Chen Zhuo muttered.

After receiving it, Chen Zhuo temporarily put down his split plan, opened the file with Docs, and printed two copies of Shooting Condor, one for Boss Hu and one for himself.The allure of paper is never lost, and looking at a screen all the time isn't great.

Taking advantage of the printing time, Chen Zhuo pulled the document to the bottom. He wanted to see whether Lin Feng's second known poem was the end of his talent or the continuation of his glory?
"Believe in the future! The theme is very inspirational, but it really needs to be written well." Chen Zhuo murmured.

"When the cobwebs ruthlessly sealed off my stove, when the lingering smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still..."

Looking at the extraordinary sentences composed of ordinary words on the screen, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but read aloud.

"Believe in the future, love life!"

After reading the whole poem softly, Chen Zhuo suddenly felt ashamed of his three thousand, which was too low.Such inspirational poetry is actually measured by money, but besides money, is there any other standard in this world that can be recognized by everyone?

"When the cobwebs ruthlessly sealed off my stove, what is the deep meaning of this sentence?" After feeling ashamed, Chen Zhuo started to chew again.

While Chen Zhuo was chewing, on the Internet, a former heavyweight made a comment, which aroused everyone's discussion.Of course, this outdated heavyweight has naturally become popular again.

The object of the comment was Lin Feng, and Lin Feng seemed to be a help.

　I'm sorry, it's late, I'm busy reviewing, sorry.

　　Alas, something happened today, I have to think about it.

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