the longest dream

Chapter 4 Music Lessons

Magic City, Zhangjiang District.

In the editor's office of "The Collection of Legendary Martial Arts of Ancient Times", editor Zhao Qiang was dizzy from reviewing manuscripts.

This year is [-], and Dahua is not the country of the United States, where typewriters are used to print written works, but most of Dahua still writes by hand.

And writers...are a group of unrestrained and unrestrained personalities, collectively referred to as non-workers.

Such a person must write with their own fonts, with phoenix dancing in the sky, and sword qi flying horizontally and horizontally.

Scribbled makes people want to hit the wall.

The point is that the novels written by most people are as troublesome as their words.

"what?"

Suddenly, Zhao Qiang was surprised.

Li Wei, the reviewing editor sitting opposite her, laughed and said, "It's not easy. After listening to your moaning and sighing all day, there is still a surprise?"

Zhao Qiang said angrily, "How do you know it's a surprise, not a fright?"

Li Wei said with a smile: "If you are frightened, you should scold someone. Whoever has endured the stimulation for a day and is frightened again, it will be no wonder if he doesn't scold his mother!"

Zhao Qiang laughed, and said, "It's really a pleasant surprise, look, what a handsome regular script! It's well written!"

Li Wei leaned his head forward, raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at the paper on Zhao Qiang's desk, glanced at the paper, nodded and said, "It's a good word, it's pleasing to the eye."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab a thick stack of paper from Zhao Qiang's desk, and read it carefully despite Zhao Qiang's protest:
The vast waters of the Qiantang River bypass the Niujia Village in Lin'an endlessly day and night, and flow eastward into the sea.There are dozens of black cypress trees in a row by the river, the leaves are as red as fire, and it is August.The weeds in front of the village and behind the village just started to turn yellow, and under the slanting sun, it became even more bleak...

After reading this point, Li Wei raised his eyebrows and praised: "Good writing!"

Reviewing editors like them usually read the manuscript very quickly, but it usually takes less than ten minutes to read the manuscript for more than ten pages.

But this time, Li Wei read very slowly. It was not until half an hour later that he raised his head and returned the manuscript to Zhao Qiang, "tsk tsk" and said, "Xiao Zhao, you are lucky. This manuscript is very interesting."

But he didn't say much, he lowered his head and sighed secretly that Zhao Qiang was very lucky, maybe he encountered a fire book.

This is directly related to their bonus...

When Zhao Qiang heard what the old editor Li Wei said, she immediately became excited, took the manuscript and began to read it carefully. After reading it, she became fascinated. It was not until twenty minutes later that she put her hands together and said excitedly: "What a Jiangnan!" Seven monsters, what a Jiangnan seven monsters!"

Seeing her like this, Li Wei smiled and said, "Is it a good book?"

Zhao Qiang nodded repeatedly, and said, "I've been reviewing manuscripts for more than a month, and I'm about to throw up what I'm reading! It's rare to come across such a masterpiece today, so it's a good idea!"

Li Wei laughed and said, "Okay, after work at night, let's have a drink together?"

Zhao Qiang hurriedly apologized and said with a smile: "Not today, our old lady is having a baby today. Another day, another day! By the way, Brother Li, how much can you give me for this manuscript? Can you give me the highest price?"

Li Wei shook his head and said: "How is it possible... Even if the martial arts master Zhong Qu submitted his first novel back then, he couldn't get the highest price. It's a godsend, that's forty thousand characters, but it's impossible, this is a novel .Furthermore, the editor-in-chief does not have the bargaining power, but the editor-in-chief. You have just joined the job, so don’t talk nonsense.”

Zhao Qiang understood, and took the manuscript to the editor's office.

……

"Well, it is indeed a good article, which is rare. Xiao Zhao is also good, and he did not miss the good article."

Editor-in-chief Zheng Tianye wore a Mediterranean hairstyle. After reading the manuscript for ten minutes, he nodded.

Zhao Qiang said with a smile: "Didn't the editor-in-chief say that who knows which cloud will rain? Of course famous artists are easy to produce excellent works, but ordinary newcomers may not be able to fly golden phoenixes. I have always kept this sentence in my heart." !” Flattery flew up.

Hearing this, Zheng Tianye smiled and said: "Xiao Zhao, your family is all civil servants, and your family has a long history. But it doesn't have to be like this in the club. If you find a good document and break everything, everything else is useless. Alright, with this one, this year At the end of the year, it is estimated that you will have an Excellence Award."

Zhao Qiang was overjoyed when she heard the words, and hurriedly said, "Editor-in-Chief, the price of this manuscript..."

Zheng Tianye hesitated when he heard the words, and after thinking for a while, he sighed softly: "A good article is rare, and I would like to give a high price, but... the rules are the rules. Let's say fifteen thousand words, and the price will be raised after the next book."

When Zhao Qiang heard the words, she thought that it was not as Li Wei expected, so she didn't say much.

I only hope that the sales feedback is good, then it can be published and Kim Yong can get the royalties...

After proofreading the manuscript overnight, he checked out [-] characters, and sent a remittance slip to "Jin Yong", whose real name was Zhang Qing, according to the address, totaling [-] yuan.

……

After sending the first remittance slip to his family and writing a letter explaining that this was a reward for writing essays, Zhang Qing also officially entered high school life.

Thanks to that dream, his homework has improved by leaps and bounds, especially mathematics, science, chemistry, life and English, the progress is surprising.

However, Chinese has become a big problem, and he always memorizes some inexplicable things, so he spent a lot of effort to forcefully recite the memory.

The Tang poems, Song lyrics and Yuan operas in this time and space are completely different from the ones in the dream...

It was a dream, which diluted and confused the original memory.

Fortunately, there is still time.

The last class on Friday afternoon is music class, which is entrusted to the country to vigorously promote quality education. There is also a music class, an art class, and a physical education class in the first semester of the third year of high school.

Usually the teachers of these three courses are not in good health, and often ask for leave, and let math, physics or English teachers substitute for the class...

Fortunately, the music teacher is in good health today, leading Class [-] students to the music classroom, climbing the fourth floor in one breath, without blushing or panting.

But before the formal class started, a figure hurried in, holding a copy of "Guwen Guanzhi" in his hand, it was Zhang Qing.

Music teacher Wu Weiwei saw that Zhang Qing was tall and tall, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his old school uniform was washed white, and he bowed slightly to apologize, so he smiled tolerantly and did not blame him.

But just as Zhang Qing sat down, Wu Weiwei was about to speak, and another figure hurried in, it was Qi Juan, the squad leader.

Qi Juan and Zhang Qing are obviously different. A blue and red checked shirt is more neutral, and there should be a white T-shirt inside.Below is a pair of jeans and a pair of white sneakers worn by girls.

What is particularly eye-catching is that pair of bright and energetic big eyes, with a confident and sincere gaze, so that everyone will not feel oppressed by her beauty and is willing to get close to her.

"Old Wu, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Qi Juan raised her hand to say hello, and said with a breathless smile, very sassy.

Wu Weiwei obviously knew her very well, so she gave her an annoyed look and said, "Hurry up and go to your seat."

Qi Juan smiled, saw that there was an empty seat next to Zhang Qing, walked over to sit down, and nodded with Zhang Qing.

Zhang Qing smiled and said nothing.

Today is the music appreciation class, Wu Weiwei is sitting by the piano, playing the classical sonata "Loft Sonata".

It is said to be an appreciation class, but it is actually a class to enjoy relaxation.

Now it is [-], not twenty years later, even in a key middle school like Jiangjing No. [-] Middle School, there are very few people who know how to appreciate music.

The vast majority are playing the piano against cows.

Some people are reading, some are quietly doing the questions, and some are thinking in a daze...

Qi Juan's music literacy is obviously much higher, but she likes pop and rock, and classical music is still beyond her ability.

So after listening carefully for a while, she took out a set of math test papers from her backpack and prepared to do the questions.

In the third year of high school, there are always endless questions, even if Qi Juan is in the top ten of the whole grade.

Mathematics is always difficult for girls.

It is said that boys get stronger as they go to the back. She didn't believe it at first, but seeing the amazing performance of the guy next to her this semester, she couldn't help but admit it...

Thinking of this, Qi Juan turned her head to look at the strange man from the Western Regions beside her, and saw a page of paper written on the Gu Wen Guan Zhi of this strange man, with a row of numbers written on the paper:
53231, 223, 53231, 6636567, 66
At first Qi Juan didn't react, wondering what this strange man was doing again.

Until Wu Weiwei stopped, took the score and wrote a series of notes on the blackboard.

After Qi Juan glanced casually, her big bright eyes suddenly froze, she stared straight at Zhang Qing's mouth wide open, and moaned in her throat:
"Damn it! You..."

These words fell into the ears of the students in front, and the hearts of many Sao Nan were broken for a moment.

……

(End of this chapter)