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Chapter 487 Purdue sentient beings Lin old thief
"Anyway, Life is Beautiful" is a novel not only in a different channel than before, but also in the background of the times and the setting of characters.

Many people thought they had bought the wrong book when they read this novel for the first time, and when they flipped through the cover, the name "Lin Weimin" was indeed written on it.

Continuing to read with doubts, a wave of authentic French style came to my face.

The style of this novel is different from those famous works of French writers such as Balzac and Alexandre Dumas that many literature lovers read. From the beginning of the story, it is extremely joyful. Many older readers read the first [-] words and even feel that this This happy atmosphere is somewhat unrealistic.

Most readers can't help frowning when they read the middle part. If this novel develops according to this trend, it will probably be a mediocre and joyful work.

Many critics didn't even have time to read the following content, and only judged from the previous content that Lin Weimin had failed this time.

They even figured out why.

It was nothing more than going to France to receive the Goncourt Prize for Literature, seeing the colorful world of France, being praised by others, confused, and writing such a work that flattered the French beyond their limits.

There are not a few people who hold this kind of thinking, and some of them did not choose to read any more, so they began to write quickly, preparing to denounce Lin Weimin's depravity.

Others continued to read patiently.

After they saw that the Garyyan family was captured by the Nazis and taken to a concentration camp, many people nodded, and the story finally had some arcs.

When they saw Gary Yang tell his son that this was just a game, many people's eyes lit up, and they began to have expectations in their hearts.

As Garyan risked his life time and time again to weave beautiful dreams for his son, the hearts of readers were completely controlled by this novel. Everyone was worried about Garyan's safety, and even more so for his every day. An adventure and heart-wrenching.

In the second half of the story, the Nazis retreat and the people in the concentration camp can finally escape from the magic den. The readers are relieved for Garyan.

But no one thought that just when Garyan hid his son in the iron cabinet and was about to find and rescue his wife, the god of fate no longer favored him, and he was discovered by Nazi soldiers.

Seeing Gary Yang in the novel taking funny strides and making a smiling face at the iron cabinet where his son was, and when the young son thought it was a game, no one could control the tears in his eyes.

At this moment, all the joy turned into boundless sorrow and pain and rushed to the readers, which made people caught off guard and broke their hearts on the spot.

Until finally seeing his son being carried into the tank by soldiers, Garyan fulfilled his promise to his son, but he lost his life forever.

Many people closed their books, wiping their tears and cursing!

Lin Weimin, the dog day, really makes people cry.

Many people are immersed in depressed emotions, but they are a little puzzled. In fact, there are not many gray plots in the novel "Nothing". Fanji, why do you feel extra pain and depression this time?
This group of people flipped through the novel several times, and finally found the trick.

They rummaged through the novel, but they didn't find a single description with negative emotions. All the scenes were joyful, and even the Nazis were flesh and blood in the novel.

From the beginning to the end, people are completely immersed in the atmosphere of joy and tension at the same time.

Until Garyan was captured by Nazi soldiers, the description was only a few hundred words, and readers didn't even see the picture of Garyan's death.

Only a single gunshot heralds Garryan's death.

Readers analyzed and analyzed the novel, and finally understood that Lin Weimin did it purely on purpose this time.

And his skills are extremely clever, he wants to write a tragedy, but he writes it in the way of a comedy, making you happy from the beginning to the end, but he feeds you a shit at the end, which makes people hard to guard against.

Many people cried and cursed: "This old thief is really cruel! He has no conscience!"

First (99%) happy and then (1%) sad style makes the novel "Nothing" leave an indelible impression on all readers who have read this novel. Many people have read the novel for several days. Son.

How sweet the beginning of this novel is, how cruel the ending is.

This group of readers is immersed in such a mood, and every time they think of the end of the novel, they feel extremely depressed.

Even when relatives, friends, and colleagues around them asked them about their evaluations of novels, almost all of these people had the idea of ​​saving all sentient beings in their hearts.

"Okay! The writing is really good!"

"This novel is joyful from beginning to end."

"Believe me, this novel has a unique style, and it is definitely a masterpiece that cannot be missed in recent years!"

More and more naive and ignorant readers who don't know the truth are led into the trap by a group of blackened scheming whores, and when they wake up, they don't care to scold those who pushed them into the fire pit.

Everyone wiped their tears together and scolded old thief Lin angrily!

The readers were full of grief and indignation, and a snowflake of letters from readers flew to the Guowen Society, in which they repeatedly denounced Lin Weimin's sinister intentions.

There are also many young readers crying and asking Lin Weimin to change the ending for them. Gary Yang must live until the war is won and the family is happy.

After signing for the reprinted manuscript fee slip, the young man in the front building reminded: "Mr. Lin, please go and collect the letter from the front building, the reception room can't fit it."

"Let's help deal with it first!" Lin Weimin said.

Xiaonian said with a wry smile: "I can't handle it, you readers are too crazy. When we sorted out earlier, we found that many letters were written by one reader. Such cases are not uncommon, and they are all students."

Lin Weimin was also a little helpless, "This group of people don't feel comfortable reading a novel. They read whatever the author writes. Why are there so many opinions?"

In the past, when he wrote novels, he received many letters from readers, both critical and praising, but everyone discussed the facts as they were, and discussed novels based on novels.

I don't know what happened to "Nothing" this time, all the letters that came were asked him to change the ending.

Lin Weimin felt very wronged. I tried my best to write such a perfect ending for you, but you actually asked me to change it?

It's true that boars can't eat fine bran!
"This can only prove that your novels are good!" The young man flattered him.

Lin Weimin nodded, the young man has a bright future.

Go to the front building and sort out some of the letters from readers, and put them in the trunk of the car.

"Add more decorations, more decorations!" Uncle Zhai urged.

"I can't hold it anymore, next time, next time." Lin Weimin said.

Uncle Zhai packed the letter for Lin Weimin, opened the back seat of the car, "Can't this still be loaded?"

"You are a bit disrespectful now!"

Uncle Zhai slammed the car door shut with a bang.

"I'm also doing it for the safety of the house. There are so many letters in the house. I'll smoke a cigarette and burn the building down."

"Then you should quit smoking."

"You kid want my life?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, smoking too much is easy to get lung cancer!"

"You bastard!"

Amid Uncle Zhai's harmonious (po) sound (kou) and soft (da) words (ma), Lin Weimin returned to the back building.

It was almost five o'clock now, and the colleagues in the editorial department were all getting off work.

Zhang Zhonge was packing his things slowly, everyone in the office was watching his movements, and the atmosphere was dull.

His job transfer has been completed, and he will report to the Writer's Publishing House next week. The deputy editor-in-chief will not come tomorrow.

Lao Rong didn't brag this time.

"Old Zhang, hurry up, I'm waiting for your meal!" Lin Weimin said loudly.

Zhang Zhonge put everything in his hand into the bag, "Here we come!"

His movements seemed to be fast, and he greeted his colleagues: "Let's go, let's have a lot of fun today!"

There was a knowing smile on everyone's face, "Let's go!"

"Where are we going to eat today?" Everyone asked after leaving the gate of the Guowen Society.

"Donglaishun!" Lin Weimin waved his hand.

"Eat Dong Lai Shun again?"

"I've decided that if anyone in our editorial department leaves in the future, we will set up a table in Donglaishun," Lin Weimin said.

"Bah, bah, bah!" Zhang Zhonge was looking back at the building of the Guowen Society, feeling melancholy, but was disgusted by Lin Weimin's words, "Can you keep some virtue in your mouth? We old comrades finally got out of your oppression , I have to be stimulated by you before I leave."

"Old comrades don't engage in those feudal superstitions, they are leaders now."

Lin Weimin's joke diluted the sentimentality of parting, and a group of people laughed and went to Donglaishun.

The next day, the editorial department went to work again, without Zhang Zhonge, an old colleague, and the atmosphere in the office was a little dull. At this time, someone knocked on the door of the office.

Tong Zhonggui sat by the door and asked, "Hello, what do you want?"

The visitor said: "I'm here to contribute!"

"Contemporary" is a well-known literary journal in China. It is not surprising that someone came to submit a manuscript. Tong Zhonggui said: "You hand over the manuscript to me, and I will register it."

The visitor took out the manuscript from his bag, and was about to hand it to Tong Zhonggui, when he retracted, "This manuscript is not mine, I am submitting it for a friend."

Tong Zhonggui was slightly surprised, and then said: "It doesn't matter, it's the same if you provide me with your friend's information. We have registered, and after reading the manuscript, we will contact your friend and tell him whether the manuscript is accepted."

The visitor handed the manuscript to Tong Zhonggui, and when he was registering, he said, "I have another letter here, written by Mr. Zhou Shanhu, the editor-in-chief of the "Yellow River" magazine. I want to..."

Seeing that Tong Zhonggui frowned, the visitor didn't continue speaking.

"Comrade, there is only one standard for the manuscripts we use in "Contemporary", which is the quality of the manuscript itself."

The visitor knew that Tong Zhonggui had misunderstood, and quickly said: "I know, I know. Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that. This letter is a recommendation letter written by this senior spontaneously. My friend's novel is very good, but The old man felt sorry for the fact that no magazine was willing to publish it, so he specially wrote a letter of recommendation for him."

The visitor handed over the letter while talking, but Tong Zhonggui hesitated there, feeling that he would accept it or not accept it.

Reluctantly, he stood up and said, "Wait a moment, I will ask for you."

Tong Zhonggui knocked on the door of Lin Weimin's office with the letter and the manuscript, "Mr. Lin, there is a manuscript here that you might want to read."

"Is there any question?" Lin Weimin looked up from the manuscript.

"It is said that the editor-in-chief of "Yellow River" magazine wrote a letter of recommendation for me."

Hearing this, Lin Weimin put down the manuscript in his hand, got up and took the letter and the manuscript over, only glanced at the contents of the letter, and then froze there.

(End of this chapter)