Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 32 "The Horse Wrangler" published

Since November, the temperature in Yenching has been getting lower day by day. Many people on campus have already changed into winter clothes. The heating in the Yenching University Library has not been warm enough in the past two days, and it is a bit painful to stay in the library.

When he first arrived in the morning, Lin Chaoyang went to the Chinese journal reading room and borrowed the "Yenching Literature and Art" which had just arrived that morning.

The biggest advantage of working at Yanda is that, whether it is reading books or newspapers, as long as people have access to them at this stage, most of them can be read here for free.

This week it was Lin Chaoyang's turn to be on duty at the front desk. In the morning, he first dealt with a large number of students who came to borrow books, and then took advantage of the time when no one was around to slack off and read the borrowed copy of "Yenching Literature and Art".

"The Horse Shepherd"——Xu Lingjun.

When "The Shepherd" was published, Lin Chaoyang certainly could not use his real name, so he had to come up with a pen name. He was too lazy to think of one, so he simply used the name of the protagonist of the novel.

Looking at the words originally written with a pen on the letter paper being printed in lead type, Lin Chaoyang had a very wonderful feeling in his heart. It could be said to be a sense of accomplishment, a little bit, but he also knew that he was only standing on the shoulders of giants.

There's nothing you can do about it, because the roads under your feet are all paved by giants.

The royalties were received and the novel was published. Lin Chaoyang was in a good mood as he admired the magazine.

When they went to the dining hall for lunch at noon, Lin Chaoyang once again stood firmly behind the braised pork line.

"Hey, Zhenyun!"

While waiting in line, Lin Chaoyang met an acquaintance and called out to him.

Liu Zhenyun looked listless and dejected. When he heard Lin Chaoyang's call, he turned around a little late and greeted him blankly.

"What's going on?"

"It's okay. I was revising the manuscript last night and didn't sleep well." Liu Zhenyun said with a yawn.

Not only did he not sleep well, he did not sleep at all.

When Liu Zhenyun received the manuscript that Chen Jiangong sent back to him yesterday afternoon, it had a strong impact on his young mind, which was no less than the impact he had when he first saw the novel "The Count of Monte Cristo".

Am I qualified to write novels?
After reading the comments and revisions on the manuscript, this sentence kept echoing in Liu Zhenyun's mind.

After finally recovering from the shock, he gritted his teeth and decided to revise the manuscript.

This change meant that I didn’t sleep all night and smoked two packs of cigarettes.

In the morning, several people in the dormitory came together and complained that Liu Zhenyun made the dormitory smoky. Liu Zhenyun argued, "I haven't charged you for smoking my secondhand smoke!"

After revising the manuscript all night and attending classes for the whole morning, Lin Chaoyang saw Liu Zhenyun looking so haggard.

Liu Zhenyun didn't know that Lin Chaoyang had revised yesterday's manuscript, but Lin Chaoyang knew that the manuscript he revised was Liu Zhenyun's.

Hearing this, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty. Look how much harm he had done to the child.

He pulled Liu Zhenyun from the team of pot-fried tofu to the team of braised pork.

Liu Zhenyun struggled desperately, "I don't have any money!"

"I'll treat you, I'll treat you!"

Lin Chaoyang's enthusiasm left Liu Zhenyun confused, but as soon as he smelled the delicious aroma of the braised pork, he gave up resisting.

Liu Zhenyun was so happy that he was eating the braised pork with fat and lean meat in his mouth. "Brother Lin, when my novel is published in a magazine, I will definitely treat you to a meal."

"Don't call me big brother, I'm one year younger than you."

Lin Chaoyang was born in 59 and Liu Zhenyun was born in 58.

Liu Zhenyun was a little surprised and muttered, "It doesn't look like that!"

Lin Chaoyang: I won’t even invite you to eat this meat if I feed it to the dogs! Joking aside, he has already invited you, can he still pull the meat out of Liu Zhenyun’s mouth?
At worst, I can just eat it next time (gritting my teeth) and come back!

Lin Chaoyang came back from the dining room and found that the "Yenching Literature and Art" on the table was gone. Hu Wenqiong next to him said, "Xiao Lin, the magazine is here. Here it is."

Lin Chaoyang didn't take the magazine she handed over, "I've finished reading it, you can take a look, and when you're done, just think about returning it to the journal room."

"Okay, thank you."

Coming out of the dining room, although his face was stiff from the cold wind outside, Liu Zhenyun couldn't help feeling a little sleepy.

He hadn't slept the whole night yesterday, attended classes for half a day, and ate too much meat at noon. It would be strange if he didn't feel sleepy. He ran back to the dormitory in Building 32 to catch up on his sleep and fell asleep immediately.

When he woke up again, he looked out the window and saw nothing but darkness.

Liu Zhenyun's heart skipped a beat. It was over. The afternoon class was over.

The head of the dormitory was also from the Chinese Department. When he saw that he had woken up, he immediately said, "Zhenyun, why didn't you go to class? Teacher Xie even asked where you were going."

Liu Zhenyun's face suddenly turned pale. "What did you say?"

"What can I say? You went to sleep right after lunch, so we'll tell you the truth."

Hearing this, Liu Zhenyun's face panicked and he whispered, "It's over, it's over, it's over..."

Seeing Liu Zhenyun being so nonchalant, the other people in the dormitory burst into laughter. Liu Zhenyun immediately realized that he had been fooled by them.

But he was still worried about not having classes in the afternoon, and kept asking the eldest brother.

"Don't worry, everyone said you were sick."

Lao Liu, who was reading a magazine in the dormitory, couldn't stand it anymore and told Liu Zhenyun the truth. Only then did he feel relieved.

After this commotion, his confused mind, which had just woken up, became clear, and he remembered the manuscript that he had been revising all night yesterday and had not yet finished.

"Zhenyun, are you still revising it? Why not write a new one?" Lao Liu suggested.

Liu Zhenyun didn't want to give up, "I'll try again."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Lao Liu threw the magazine in his hand to him.

"Don't just keep writing. Take a look at how others write. Take a look at the novels in this issue of Yanjing Literature and Art. They are very well written, comparable to Lu Xinhua's Scars."

Liu Zhenyun felt quite disdainful when he heard what Lao Liu said. Scars had been published for several months and was very popular in China, causing a huge wave of public opinion. Some people even shouted the slogan of "Scar Literature".

In his opinion, the level of "Scars" is at best slightly better than his, and is totally unworthy of its current huge reputation in the country.

He thought so in his mind, but he couldn't bluntly reject Lao Liu's kindness, so he flipped through the article that Lao Liu handed over.

The Horse Shepherd, Xu Lingjun.

"He was a son abandoned by a rich man."

Liu Zhenyun's attention was attracted by the novel from the first sentence.

At the same time, the Yanda Library had already closed. Hu Wenqiong, who usually packed up her things a few minutes in advance, sat quietly today, her mind completely absorbed by the magazine in front of her, ignoring the movements in the outside world.

"Sister Hu, Sister Hu, it's time to get off work."

Lin Chaoyang called out twice before Hu Wenqiong came back to her senses, but she kept saying "ah" but her eyes refused to leave the magazine.

When she saw that everyone had gotten off work, she remembered that she had to go home to cook. She could only copy the magazine she was reading into her bag and read it when she had time in the evening.

(End of this chapter)