A widower's entertainment

Chapter 10 [A love story comes from the magazine]

Jincheng, "Novel Monthly" magazine.

"Hey, who sent this manuscript? It's so thick?"

As the editor-in-chief of the "Novel Monthly" magazine, Ma Jinghai saw at a glance that the editor Lin Hongxia was unpacking the manuscripts sent from the guard room, and among them was a thick manuscript.

"Yeah, it's so thick, it should be a novel."

"I think there is, I'm afraid it has about 200,000 words."

"really?"

Deputy editor Dong Zhao was also surprised. He adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and walked next to Lin Hongxia. He was a little curious and wanted to see what kind of manuscript it was and which author it was.

It has to be said that Lin Youcheng's manuscript instantly attracted the curiosity of the editors of "Novel Monthly" magazine due to its thickness and weight. After all, most of the manuscripts submitted now are short stories, and then novellas. Novels, long novels like this are still rare.

Such a long novel will naturally arouse the curiosity of many editors.

"Lin Youcheng?"

Dong Zhao glanced at the sender's information and couldn't help but ask other editors in the office: "Have you heard of this author?"

"No."

"I do not have either."

"Maybe it's a new author."

Dong Zhao became even more curious now. It would be really rare for a new author to submit a novel at the beginning.

I just don’t know how this novel is written?

Dong Zhao opened the letter from the manuscript and took a look at the letter to the editor that Lin Youcheng wrote alone. It basically contained the same words as the newcomer's manuscript. Dong Zhao took a look and focused on this manuscript——

""Love at the Hawthorn Tree"?"

"Huh? This Lin Youcheng should be a male author, but he can actually write romance novels. It's quite surprising."

Editor Lin Hongxia was also surprised when she heard Dong Zhao's words. She put down the manuscript she was reading, glanced at the title, and was also surprised and said: "Yes, judging from the title of this novel, it should be a love story. "

"love?"

The other editors were also surprised. They all came over to take a look at the title of the story. Obviously, this simple five-character title clearly indicated that the story was about the love of the hawthorn tree.

Although literature is hot at this time, there are not many that directly write about love. It is either scar literature or reflective literature. Nowadays, avant-garde literature has begun to come out, among which there are very few literary stories specifically about love.

"The writing is quite neat."

"Yes."

"Are you really writing about love?"

It has to be said that Lin Youcheng's "Love at the Hawthorn Tree" has not yet been read by the people in the magazine. Just because it is a long love novel written by a new author, it has attracted a lot of attention in the entire magazine.

Dong Zhao was very curious and started reading the love story "Love at the Hawthorn Tree".

Other editors have also begun to review their own manuscripts. They are all very attentive and will not treat them casually just because they are new authors. Now is the time when manuscripts are needed.

No one noticed that Dong Zhao had been silent for a long time, completely immersed in the story.

"Lao Zhao, don't you want to go to the cafeteria to eat?"

As soon as the editor-in-chief Ma Jinghai saw the meal, Dong Zhao was still sitting there reading the manuscript very seriously, and couldn't help asking: "How is it?"

Dong Zhaozheng was so absorbed in watching that he didn't notice Feng Jinghai calling him to go to the cafeteria to eat. Lin Hongxia on the side was about to say something, but Feng Jinghai stopped Lin Hongxia and let the others go first. The editor has seen too many things like this to be fascinated by reading manuscripts. It must be very rare for the editor to just put it down and stop reading in the middle. , or just ask someone to fetch some steamed buns from the cafeteria and bring them over.

We all have had this experience, so we all understand.

"If it's really good, I'm afraid this story would be very hard to write. It's 200,000 words long, so it's not easy."

"Yes, this new author is also very powerful. It must be his first time submitting an article to our magazine. This time he submitted a novel. It's really amazing."

"If you want to talk about greatness, the new author who wrote "The Road to Selling Cotton" is really great. I think our magazine would have hired him to write for it, and we would have reprinted his short story from "Lotus Pond" magazine."

"You can tell me, is the author's pen name Mo San——"

"That's him. I also read his debut novel "A Rainy Spring Night", which is also about love. It describes a young woman who has just been married missing her husband who is a soldier on an island on a rainy spring night."

"really?"

……

When the editor-in-chief Ma Jinghai came back and saw that Dong Zhao was still reading the article "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", he couldn't help but said: "Lao Zhao, don't stare at it all the time. It's better to calm down first. Your stomach is not good to begin with."

"Yes, Brother Dong, let's eat some first!"

When Dong Zhao heard Lin Hongxia's words, he came back to his senses, glanced at the steamed buns in front of him, put the manuscript aside to avoid getting it dirty, and then took the steamed buns and started to chew on them.

"Brother Dong, how are you?"

Lin Hongxia's words naturally made other editors curious about what this long love story is like.

Dong Zhao heard Lin Hongxia's words, thought about it carefully, and said: "It's not literary enough, it's like popular literature, but -"

“The story is very telling.”

This made other editors understand that in fact, the current literary world is still dominated by literature, and most of the writing directions are in the direction of serious literature, regardless of the ideological core or the literary direction.

"I think this story has the shadow of trauma literature, like a story that really happened."

"A true story?"

Dong Zhao's words surprised the other editors.

"Yes, the story is very real."

Dong Zhao said directly: "I haven't finished the story yet, but it was written in 74, during the time when I went to the mountains and countryside. It was written from the perspective of a high school girl going to the countryside. The writing is delicate and full of details. reality."

"Ah? Isn't the author of the manuscript named Lin Youcheng?"

"This is quite special."

Even the editor-in-chief Ma Jinghai became curious when he heard Dong Zhao's words. It was actually a story written in 74. It has the flavor of scar literature, but it is also a love story written from the perspective of a girl in high school. The key contributor was Also called Lin Youcheng, this is really strange.

"Lin Youcheng does not necessarily have to be the male author's name. The female author can also be named Lin Youcheng."

Lin Hongxia said directly.

Dong Zhao smiled and said, "That's wrong. This Lin Youcheng is a male author."

"what?"

Lin Hongxia was a little surprised when she heard Dong Zhao's words. She thought for a moment and said, "Then the author Lin Youcheng is probably not very old."

(End of this chapter)