Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 213 "People's Literature"

Wang Meng saw that what He Ping said was sincere and did not seem to be fake, so he said happily: "Well, it is better to meet by chance than to invite each other. It is fate that we two meet today, and it is my honor to read your new work, so let's find a place? "

"Find a place."

The two of them glanced at the dark corridor entrance, after some calculation, they turned their eyes to the yard again.

"Just here."

The two picked a place by the flower bed and sat down.

Holding the thick letter paper, Wang Meng calmed down and read it.

He watched it for more than an hour, and He Ping was bored waiting beside him.

As the sun approached the climax, He Ping's stomach groaned twice, and Wang Meng then pulled out from the novel.

He looked towards the source of the sound and realized He Ping's existence.

Immediately, a festive smile appeared on his face. When he spoke, he seemed to laugh. This smile was like a flower blooming, and it made people laugh.

"It's amazing! It's amazing!" Wang Meng said excitedly, taking He Ping's hand.

"You're welcome, I appreciate it." He Ping said.

"You're welcome, I didn't win the prize." Wang Meng waved the manuscript twice in his hand, and said in an extremely excited tone, "Today is my luck, and I have the honor to read your masterpiece."

While talking, he seemed to remember something again, and said, "No, we can't delay, I will lead you to find someone."

Wang Meng took He Ping's hand and left.

"You want this?"

"Aren't you going to contribute? I'll take you to find an editor. Such a good novel can't be buried. I know the editors of "People's Literature" well. I'll tell you to hurry up."

Wang Meng said to He Ping without looking back, he seemed more anxious than He Ping, the client.

The two passed through the dark corridor and came to the editorial office of "People's Literature".

Just like the furnishings in "The Story of the Editorial Office" that He Ping saw when he was a child, the editorial office of "People's Literature" is full of quiet book fragrance.

Behind the slightly outdated desks are editors who are either immersed in writing or leaning over to proofread. There are green plants on the window sills. The room is not silent, but it gives people a sense of tranquility.

After Wang Meng pulled He Ping in, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Wang Fu! Wang Fu!"

The editors who were immersed in their work raised their heads when his loud voice shouted, and within two seconds, a middle-aged lesbian with glasses stood up.

"What are you yelling about?"

Wang Meng walked over carelessly, without any distinction between men and women, patted Wang Fu on the shoulder and said, "Hi! Today I will introduce you to a great talent, really! You can't justify it if you invite me to have a massage tomorrow. "

Wang Fu patted Wang Meng's hand angrily, "You can do it, and you want to get food from me. Anyway, you got a lot of manuscript fees from us, and the house organization is also solved for you. Why do you want to?" To take advantage of me?"

"Look at you, what do you think of people? I'm not joking with you." Wang Meng pushed He Ping out from behind him, "Look at this one? Comrade He Ping, you published it on "Contemporary" before. I’ve written a novel, and this time I’ll submit it.”

Wang Fu adjusted the frame of his glasses and stretched out his hand to He Ping, "Hi Comrade He Ping, I am Wang Fu from People's Literature."

She frowned and recalled, "You wrote "Soul and Flesh", right?"

"Yes, your memory is really good."

"What do you do in this line of business? Besides, "Contemporary" is also our brother unit."

Wang Meng said: "Let's stop standing, let's sit and talk."

Several people sat down, and Wang Meng introduced to Wang Fu: "Comrade He Ping came here to contribute today. We met outside. You said it was a coincidence, so we started chatting. I didn't know him at first. I thought he was a literary youth who came to contribute, so I thought about helping him read the manuscript. It doesn’t matter if you look at it, guess what? "

Wang Fu quietly watched Wang Meng's trickery, and held back for a few seconds. Wang Meng couldn't hold back anymore, "Looking at it, oh my god! I'm astonished, really! I've never seen such a good young man. I used to be dissatisfied with my old age, but looking at it now, I can’t accept it anymore, the young people of today! It’s amazing!"

Wang Meng praised He Ping, and He Ping was embarrassed to hear it, thinking not...don't...don't stop.

Wang Fu knew Wang Meng well. Although he usually has a cheerful personality and occasionally talks nonsense, he is quite reliable on the whole.

Wang Meng's words aroused her interest, "Where's the manuscript?"

Wang Meng slapped his head, "Look at me, I just said it too much, here it is."

Wang Meng handed the manuscript that he had been holding in his hand to Wang Fu, like offering a treasure.

The manuscript was wrinkled by Wang Meng's hand, and Wang straightened the letter paper, "Then let me take a look first, you two stay alone for a while."

After finishing speaking, she focused all her attention on the manuscript and did not speak any more.

He Ping scanned around boredly, and at this time Wang Meng said: "Wang Fu is the editor in the editorial department who is in charge of writers in the capital city, and he has brought out many young writers who have emerged in recent years, both in terms of vision and ability. It's outstanding."

"Wang's editing ability is outstanding!"

"That's right, the writers in our capital can be said to account for half of the "People's Literature", all thanks to Wang Fu's credit." Wang Meng praised.

Although He Ping knew Wang Meng, he didn't know Wang Fu.In the past, he only knew Wang Meng, and he had read one or two of his works, but he was not obsessed with it. It was only when he watched "Qiang Qiang Threesome" that he got a better understanding of Wang Meng.

After listening to Wang Meng's description, He Ping roughly understood Wang Fu's status in "People's Literature", roughly equivalent to the Bole of many young writers, and these people were all discovered by her.

Truly a talented screenwriter!
The silence in the office made the time extraordinarily long. He Ping chatted casually. With someone like Wang Meng around, you never have to worry about being left alone. He can find something to chat with you at any time.

When it was lunch time, everyone in the editorial department had gone out to eat. Seeing that Wang Fu was concentrating on reading the manuscript, everyone didn't come over to call her.

After about an hour or two, He Ping had already started to feel sleepy, yawning profusely.

Wang Fucai looked away from the manuscript, and she looked at He Ping with sparkling eyes.

He Ping just yawned, "Editor Wang, what do you think?"

Wang Fu said with a slightly excited tone: "I haven't finished it yet, I just watched less than a third of it."

"How do you feel?" He Ping asked nonchalantly. Ever since he got Wang Meng's evaluation, He Ping had gained some confidence.

Wang Fu looked into He Ping's eyes and said word by word: "Good! Very good! Very good!"

He Ping's words sounded a bit like a curse, but judging from Wang Fu's expression, it shouldn't be so, we still have to take it literally.

(End of this chapter)