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On the way to meet the night watchman, Yang Jinglun imagined the night watchman's appearance many times. Through his interpretation of "The Rat's Eyes Look Down on People", he believed that the author who wrote such a profound work of thought should be a well-educated mature man with open-minded and progressive ideas. He should have a certain amount of experience and a deep humanistic concern.

Slowly, the image of a gentle and elegant young or middle-aged scholar emerged in his mind. He should have been to college and maybe even studied abroad, which can also explain why he had been unknown before.

As the first horse breeder to discover this thousand-mile horse, they may establish a friendly and close relationship after this meeting. He will dig out and cultivate the night watchman, make him famous, and make him a world-famous writer from an unknown newcomer. Their personal friendship will also be passed down as a good story. Of course, he will be promoted to a senior editor and have more and more say in the newspaper. It is not impossible for him to become the editor-in-chief of the newspaper one day...

With all the beautiful fantasies and expectations for the future, he stood in front of the courtyard door marked with the address of the letter, and knocked on the door excitedly and nervously. The door was soon opened, and the doorman poked his head out with a vigilant look: "Who are you looking for?"

"Has your master ever submitted a manuscript to the "Literary Newspaper"? I am the editor of the "Literary Newspaper". I came to visit you after receiving his manuscript."

"Wait a minute." The doorman closed the door, and Yang Jinglun heard the messy footsteps getting farther and farther away. A few minutes later, footsteps sounded again in the yard. The doorman opened the door again, and finally had a smile on his face: "Master, let you in."

Yang Jinglun followed the doorman to the front hall, and saw a young man in a blue shirt smiling and bowing to him: "Trouble you to come here specially, please sit down."

Yang Jinglun sat down confusedly, looking at the strange boy in confusion. He looked like he was not yet twenty, with a thin and frail figure, a face as white as jade, and lips as white and colorless, but his eyes were shining, and the amber eyes seemed to contain infinite vitality, diluting the sickness on him. This was a person with a weak body but a firm mind, which was Yang Jinglun's first impression of him.

Seeing the young man greet him like a master, Yang Jinglun wondered: "I am Yang Jinglun, the editor of "Literature Newspaper", what is the name of this little brother?" At this age, could he be the younger brother or son of Mr. Night Watchman?

The young man replied: "My surname is Li, Muzi Li, and my name is Jingran. I haven't taken a name yet, so you can just call me by my name."

"I am a few years older than you, so I dare to call you my brother." Yang Jinglun couldn't wait to ask: "Brother Jingran, I am here to visit Mr. Night Watchman this time, you see..."! When will you let your father or your brother come out to see me?

Then Yang Jinglun saw the boy blinking his eyes, looking at him with a strange look, then raised his eyebrows in his anxious eyes, and answered slowly: "I think you are wrong? I am the night watchman."

What?

This boy who looks younger than him is the night watchman? In other words, such a profound and meaningful article as "Rat Eyes Look Down on People" was written by a teenager?

Is he kidding? He thought so and asked so.

The boy shrugged his shoulders, his eyes somewhat helpless: "What's so funny about this? And there is no need for me to tell such a lie that can be easily exposed."

Yang Jinglun's reason slowly returned, he smiled awkwardly, realizing that he asked a stupid question. Thinking about how he just shamelessly called the night watchman his brother, he regretted it and wanted to bite off his tongue. Since he was the night watchman, it was natural that he would not be addressed as "brother". He bowed his hands solemnly and said, "I am sorry for being rude, sir."

"I didn't expect that such an excellent work could be written by a teenager. I am narrow-minded."

Yang Jinglun could not help but look at the young man in front of him with a new perspective, and couldn't help but sigh, "Young people are really formidable, young people are really formidable."

Obviously, he was just a young man in his early twenties, and it was a bit funny that he spoke so old-fashionedly, but Yang Jinglun didn't realize this. At this time, he couldn't wait to tell the original author about his insights from the book. He said a lot. Although he didn't know why the sir looked at him strangely, he affirmed his interpretation of the article. For a reader, there is nothing more gratifying than the affirmation of the original author!

After venting his excitement, Yang Jinglun finally got to the point: "I think Mr. Literary's writing style is mature and the plot structure is exquisite. He doesn't look like a novice. Has Mr. Literary published articles in other newspapers before?"

"I only published an article once in a tabloid in my hometown. It's not a very famous newspaper, so let's not mention it." Le Jing replied: "I have always admired the "Literary Newspaper", so the "Literary Newspaper" is the first and only newspaper I submitted my articles to in Peking."

Yang Jinglun and Rong Youyan nodded, and then said embarrassedly: "Our newspaper has always offered a price of one yuan per thousand words to newcomers. Although Mr. Literary's works are excellent, he was a newcomer with no fame before, so..."

Le Jing nodded in understanding, "I understand, the price of one yuan per thousand words is already very fair."

Yang Jinglun breathed a sigh of relief, "It's great that you understand. I will discuss it with the editor-in-chief when I go back and try to get Mr. Literary's articles published in newspapers as soon as possible so that more people can see them."

Le Jing smiled and nodded. To be honest, he was also very excited. This was the "Literature Newspaper" which was famous in the future. It was known as the cradle of modern Chinese literature. Its writers included half of the Chinese literary world and influenced the thoughts of people of the entire era.

Le Jing could still remember a passage from the inscription made by the then editor-in-chief at the ceremony celebrating the 100th anniversary of the "Literature Newspaper" that he watched on TV when he was young: "100 years since its founding, 100 years of ups and downs, 100 years of good reputation, looking up and down at the world, with no regrets. In times of national crisis, he went to the water and fire, sacrificed his life for justice and sought universal peace. Whether he succeeded or failed, was imprisoned or died, people did not know it. How could it be said that it was silent? History is the witness! How could it be said that it was silent? The mountains and rivers have been named!"

This heroic and tragic inscription deeply touched Le Jing at the time. He was deeply fascinated by the beauty of humanity in every word.

In the 100 years since the publication of the Literary Newspaper, countless fighters who used pens as guns and swords have been born. They clenched their pens and bit by bit opened up the darkness over the country for nearly a hundred years, allowing hundreds of millions of people who have been accustomed to living in the darkness to see the light! Le Jing admires these pioneers who go against the current. They are the sparks of the world, the glory of mankind, the spears of the times, and are destined to be enemies of fate. Each of them is so beautiful that Le Jing is suffocated. Now, let him raise the torch in his hand with them, let the fire shine through the paper into the hearts of readers, and let the fire rise across the country.

The fire will burn all the dark and corrupt things in the old China, and the new China that will be reborn will stand upright on the remains of the old era.

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr.'s "Rat Eyes Look Down on People" will be a series of novels, right?"

After Le Jing nodded, Yang Jinglun said earnestly: "Please choose our Literature Newspaper for your next work. With your talent, the one yuan per thousand words is only temporary. I believe that after the novel is published, your fee will rise to two yuan per thousand words at the lowest."

Le Jing nodded readily. Even if Yang Jinglun didn't say it, he would choose the Literature Newspaper. The Literature Newspaper represents a kind of sentiment for him, a senior literary youth.

"But I have a condition."

Yang Jinglun was stunned, "What condition?"

Le Jing said: "I hope your newspaper can assign me an exclusive editor, and all my personal information must be kept confidential to people except the exclusive editor."

First, he is still young and doesn't want to be too high-profile and cause trouble. Second, he is also afraid that Li Tingye will find him. He is only 16 years old this year, not yet an adult. Li Tingye's discipline of underage children is impeccable both legally and morally. When he reaches adulthood, Li Tingye's restraint on him will only be on the moral level. So he must at least keep a low profile until he reaches adulthood.

This request made Yang Jinglun a little embarrassed, "I have to ask our editor-in-chief before I can give you an answer."

"Then I will wait for good news."

...

Yang Jinglun left in a hurry, came back triumphantly, and walked into the editor-in-chief's office with a swagger. Facing the editor-in-chief's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, he was not afraid, and handed him the manuscript of the night watchman with a high-handed attitude.

The editor-in-chief looked at him strangely, took the manuscript and glanced at it, and then his expression changed immediately.

His eyes moved slower and slower, and deep thoughts flashed in his eyes from time to time. Finally, after reading it, he sighed and looked thoughtful, "Whose manuscript is this?" His eyes were shining, "Such a good work is enough to cause a certain response."

When the editor-in-chief heard that the author of this article was just a teenager, his face changed drastically.

He looked Yang Jinglun up and down, and exclaimed: "Good boy, you have found a treasure." He patted Yang Jinglun's shoulder encouragingly, "You have nothing to do on weekdays, so get along with the author more and cultivate good feelings in advance, understand?"

Yang Jinglun nodded in understanding. Unexpectedly, the editor-in-chief was also so optimistic about Li Jingran. It seems that he really found a good horse this time!

He quickly told the editor-in-chief about Li Jingran's last strange request. The editor-in-chief pondered for a while, then looked up at Yang Jinglun and decided: "Since Mr. Li wants to keep a low profile, then we will help him conceal it. As for the editor-in-charge... it's you."

"Me?" Yang Jinglun was a little flattered. Although he also wanted to be Mr. Li's editor-in-charge in his heart, he really admired Mr. Li's talent. He was still brewing the courage to recommend himself to the editor-in-chief, but he didn't expect the editor-in-chief to choose him so easily!

"Your receipt of this manuscript also proves that you and the author are destined to be together, and the author obviously has a good impression of you. It is quite appropriate for you to be in charge of Mr. Li." The editor-in-chief patted his shoulder, his eyes were kinder than he had ever seen, "This is a challenge for you, you have to work hard."

Yang Jinglun's face was flushed with excitement, and his steps were floating when he walked out of the editor-in-chief's office. He naturally saw the potential in Li Jingran, and now the editor-in-chief's special look only proved this point. The author and the editor originally complement each other, and he had a hunch that Li Jingran could bring him more than he imagined.

Three days later.

"Hey, brother, hurry up."

Le Jing slowly swallowed a mouthful of porridge, glanced at Li Shuran who was anxiously running around, and said disapprovingly: "Why are you in such a hurry? Can the newsstand grow legs and fly?"

Li Shuran jumped anxiously, "This is your first article published in the "Literary Newspaper". I want to buy it home and frame it. If I'm late, the newspaper may be sold out!"

Le Jing sighed, put down his rice bowl, stood up and straightened his clothes. He looked past Li Shuran, who was still a little dazed, and looked back at her: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"Ah? Oh!" Li Shuran excitedly took Le Jing's arm and couldn't wait to go out.

As Le Jing expected, there were indeed a lot of "Literature News" left at the newsstand today. Le Jing saw Li Shuran, who was always careful with money, generously gave the store a dime and bought a dozen newspapers.

Le Jing was speechless: "Why did you buy so many identical newspapers?"

Li Shuran answered of course: "Of course I bought it as a gift and collected it!"

Le Jing hurriedly whispered; "Shu Ran, I told you before, don't tell others that I am writing a novel."

"I know, I won't tell others that this is an article written by my brother." Li Shuran smiled slyly, "I just said it was an article by an author I like very much, and I want to publicize it to all my classmates!"

Le Jing: ...Are you sure your elementary school classmates who don't know a few Chinese characters can understand my article?

But looking at Li Shuran's excited smile, he still swallowed his complaints, took out a newspaper and flipped through it, and soon found his article on page three. The full text is not long, only about 6,000 words, but it cannot fit on one page of the newspaper, so one article by Le Jing occupies two pages of the newspaper.

It feels a bit strange to have your own words turned into typeface and appear in a newspaper from a hundred years ago. These will be precious cultural and historical materials for future generations and are of great collection value.

Le Jing pondered for a few seconds, "Boss, give me ten more copies of today's Literary Journal."

Li Shuran: "???"

Le Jing patted her head and said earnestly: "Don't give away your newspapers. Keep them for yourself. You are still young and don't understand. These will be antiques in a hundred years and will be very valuable."

Even if you can't sell it for money, it's still excellent material for blowing after drinking.

The author has something to say:

Li Shuran: Brother, you are too narcissistic, what should you do?

Hahahahahahaha suddenly an idea came to my mind:

Later Li Jingran’s great-great-grandson took Chinese lessons

one

Teacher: The article "Rat Eyes Look Down on People" talks about balabala, which embodies... thoughts and feelings, and reflects... social reality...

Li Xuansun (quietly): Teacher, my ancestor said in his memoirs that he didn’t think so...

Teacher: You are just his great-great-grandson, what do you know about Li Jingran!

two

Teacher: It is said that the first edition of the newspaper that published "Rat Eyes Look Down on People" has been sold at auctions for over 10,000 yuan!

Li Xuansun (tremor): Teacher, these things are everywhere in my house, they are worthless!

Teacher: ...But you still failed in Chinese, hehehe