This star is a bit cold

Chapter 7 Master
Lao Wang's surname is Wang, but he is indeed not the old Wang next door. This sentence is a bit contradictory, but Lao Wang really took the time to explain this matter to others.

As for the reason, of course, it was the rotten stalk who didn't know when it became popular, and Lao Wang was a middle-aged man with a little bald head and a slightly bulging belly, which caused everyone to joke around sometimes The look in his eyes will become a little weird
Hey, you guys, have you lost your mind by watching those broken neon films? !

Leaving aside the matter of how Lao Wang knew they had seen those broken movies, in short, Lao Wang is a decent person!Those who are decent can no longer be decent, and even say that there is still a little self-restraint!
Leaving these things aside, at this moment, after chatting with colleagues for a few words, Wang Gebi, formerly known as Wang Gebi, sat down at his workplace with his thermos cup in his arms.

It is normal for people to feel tired and listless inexplicably when they reach middle age. Therefore, Lao Wang soaked a lot of goji berries in his thermos.

If you want to refresh yourself, there is still a lot of tea in Lao Wang's drawer. There is no way, Lao Wang is really not used to the kind of coffee that young people often drink, so he can only rely on tea to continue his life.

Frankly speaking, reviewing pure literature is much more tiring than reviewing those fashionable new novels. After all, although the volume is large, the most important thing is to review whether there is any novelty and commercial value. In this way, every manuscript must be full of energy, for fear of missing any subtle details or ignoring the profound thoughts that the novel wants to convey.

After all, those bastard writers really know how to scold people, and the scolding is quite tactful. Once their manuscripts are not selected, they will lightly mention something on some platforms or interviews and some of their other works. editors, their artistic accomplishments may be a little lacking, or their literary aesthetics have degraded with the times.” Barabara.
Fuck!
Didn't you first check what you wrote? !

Although I really want to scold like this, it is not uncommon for editors to miss really good works. Once this kind of thing happens, the publishing house will more or less lose people. Then, the editors below The days will be a little sad for a short time
In order to avoid this situation, Lao Wang could only devote [-]% of his energy to reviewing these manuscripts.

Frankly speaking, after working as an editor for so many years, Pharaoh also has some experience to speak of.

The core thing is that a good book will be good at a glance. Although he can often start a great narrative in the place you least expect, there is no doubt that his excellence is absolutely clear at a glance, unless it is really beyond There are too many times.

When encountering this kind of situation, even if it will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history as a joke, the old king will admit it. After all, he has read such an awesome manuscript.
Leaving aside this rare situation, if good writing is obvious at a glance, then those novels that are reasonable or even of a low level will sometimes be confusing and incomprehensible.

That is, the author seems to express a lot of things, but being limited by the level will make the whole novel seem boring or even boring.

In many cases, what Lao Wang needs to do is to distinguish which are passable novels and which are insufficient level novels to make up for. Basically never encountered this situation.

After all, if you want to write such a text, how can you write it without going through a lot of polishing and profound accumulation?

And this kind of people generally have a certain reputation in the literary world. Naturally, it is impossible for this kind of person's manuscripts to fall into Lao Wang's hands for review. Literary geniuses are indeed able to write amazing words in a small way, but how many people are there in the entire history of literature?
Shaking his head, he took a sip of the tea he had brewed with a lot of goji berries. The old Wang cheered up his glasses, and then took out a manuscript that he was going to review today.

When he got it and didn't open it, Lao Wang was taken aback when he saw the cover. The reason is simple. The pen name of this contributor seems to be 'Wenhao'?
Blinking his eyes, he reconfirmed that the words on the cover, which seemed to be handwritten and were quite powerful, were indeed 'Wen Hao', and Lao Wang was speechless for a while.

Literary giants, or literary giants, God knows how important this title is for pure literature writers. Even today's Nobel Prize winners and literary masters would never dare to easily assign this title to themselves. body, because this title belongs to those masters who have truly left their names in the history of literature and are still shining brightly today!

And use this name as your pen name
It can only be said that the author of this manuscript is either crazy or the so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers
Shaking his head, he could only sigh with emotion that the formidable old Wang stopped thinking about it, and opened the manuscript, and the title of this novella appeared in front of Lao Wang.

"Metamorphosis"

After pondering the title for a while, Lao Wang looked at the text, and the first sentence of the text made Lao Wang's hand that wanted to grab the teacup suddenly freeze, and then, the first sentence of the text was deeply It caught Pharaoh's eye so deeply that he couldn't think of anything else.

The first sentence of the text reads: "Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy sleep to find himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic beetle."

Withdrawing some hands that had no place to rest, for some reason, Lao Wang's sitting posture became inexplicably more solemn, because the somewhat cloudy eyes that were already middle-aged gradually brightened at this moment.

As Lao Wang read it slowly, the overall appearance of this novella was presented to Lao Wang bit by bit.

"Oh, my God," he thought, "how can I single out such a tiring job! Years of running around is much harder than sitting in an office. Plus there is always the trouble of going out, worrying about the trains The inversions, the irregular and poor diet, and the people you meet by chance are always casual acquaintances, impossible to have deep friendships, never to become confidantes. To hell with it all!"

But, sir," cried Gregor, unable to control himself, and forgetting everything else with his excitement, "I'm going to answer the door just now.A little discomfort, a bout of dizziness kept me from getting out of bed.I'm still lying in bed.But I'm fine.I'm getting out of bed now.Wait for me for another 2 minutes!
"Mother, mother," whispered Gregor, looking up at her.This made his mother scream again.She jumped away from the table and fell into the arms of her father who hurried to help her.

Gregor's severe wounds kept him immobilized for a month—the apple remained on him, and he did not dare to remove it, as if it were a public souvenir—his injuries seemed to make him unable to move. Father also remembered that he was a member of the family, and even though he was unlucky and disgusting in appearance, he should not be regarded as an enemy. On the contrary, the responsibility of the family required everyone to suppress their disgust. And to treat it with patience, it can only be patience, and nothing else will help.

"Dear Mom and Dad," the younger sister said, patting the table with her hands as an introduction, "things can't go on like this. Maybe you don't understand, but I understand. Facing this monster, I don't know what to do." He couldn't call him brother, so what I mean is: we've got to get him out. We took care of him, we treated him as well as we could, and I don't think anyone can blame us for not doing it."

They fell silent and exchanged an unnatural glance of mutual understanding, deciding that it was time to find her a good son-in-law.As if to confirm their new dreams and good intentions, at the end of the journey, their daughter jumped up first and stretched her youthful body a few times.

Bit by bit, Lao Wang, who saw the last part with his solemn eyes, was speechless for a long time, and when he finally got out of this novella story, Lao Wang was full of the same Word: "Master!"

Or the kind of master who can be called a master just by relying on this novel!
Hey!
Really awesome! ! !

　In The Metamorphosis, Kafka has reached the height of a master: he has written a work that he can no longer surpass, because nothing can surpass the Metamorphosis, the great and perfect work of this century.

　　— Elias Canetti, Nobel Laureate in Literature
　　
　
(End of this chapter)