Film and TV: Starting from childhood, I will give up Zhong Yi

Chapter 272: Published Articles, Entered Junior High School

Wen Qinghua began to read "Time and Space Friends in the Notebook". The simple and sincere communication between the two children made him laugh, and his wonderful ideas about the future world made him marvel.

As an intellectual, he had paid attention to some cutting-edge foreign technologies, but he did not expect that Lin Yuan, as a child, would have such an amazing imagination.

In future classrooms, blackboards and chalk have become history, replaced by a bright smart screen that can switch between various images instantly, easily catching students' attention.

Communication between people no longer relies on letters and public telephones, but on a palm-sized "box". With the help of holographic imaging technology, "face-to-face" communication can be achieved even if they are thousands of miles apart.

The aerospace field is booming. The Chang'e series of probes have successfully landed on the moon to conduct exploration, and the Kuafu series of probes have also launched explorations towards the sun.

Lin Yuan skillfully combines the ancient mythology with the future of space exploration, which inspires people's imagination.

Wen Qinghua was immersed in it, reading with great interest, completely forgetting about making annotations and revisions. After finishing it in one breath, he even felt that he had not yet finished.

The next day, Wen Qinghua couldn't wait to find Wen Xue, "Sister, do you know any editors at publishing houses?"

Wen Xue is just 30 years old this year. Due to her family relationship, she has made many friends in the literary world before. Wen Qinghua thought of asking her first.

If Wen Xue didn't know anyone, he would have to ask his father again.

“You plan to publish the article?”

Wen Qinghua shook his head and explained, "One of my former students wrote a novel and asked me to see if there is a chance of it being published."

"Is it the kid who came to see you on the weekend?"

Wen Xue still vaguely remembers that child with a pretty face and determined eyes.

"Yes, that's him. This kid gives me the feeling of 'A golden unicorn cannot stay in a pond. Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will transform into a dragon.'"

Wen Xue was quite surprised. Wen Qinghua's words showed that he was very confident about what the child had written, which aroused her curiosity.

"Show me the manuscript. If it's well written, I'll help you."

Wen Qinghua hurriedly handed Lin Yuan's manuscript to Wen Xue.

Wen Xue opened the manuscript. The neat and beautiful handwriting was pleasing to the eye. The writing was concise and fluent, and she naturally entered the reading state.

……

On a weekend morning, the morning light slants across the streets of Nanjing.

Lin Yuan held Qiao Sanli's hand and stepped into the gate of Nanjing University again.

It was okay for him to leave Qiao Sanli at home while he went to school on weekdays, but he would always take her out for a walk on weekends.

Besides, Qiao Sanli has always been quiet and well-behaved. She only occasionally shows her cute and naive look when she is alone with him, but it doesn't affect anything.

The two walked towards the teaching building with familiarity, and saw Wen Qinghua and Wen Xue, a brother and sister, waiting downstairs from a distance.

Lin Yuan quickly quickened his pace and said apologetically, "Teacher Wen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

Wen Qinghua smiled gently and gestured to the woman beside him, "This is my sister."

Lin Yuan raised his eyes to look at Wen Xue. She was beautiful and gentle, and her plain clothes made her look as elegant as a chrysanthemum. He said politely, "Hello, sister."

Lin Yuan was still a little uncomfortable calling such a young and beautiful woman "Auntie".

He knew that this person should be Wen Ju'an's mother.

It’s a pity that he is just a young boy now, and many of his thoughts can only be buried deep in his heart. He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart.

There are many things that should be done only after adulthood.

Wen Qinghua was slightly startled when he heard this, and then he smiled.

Wen Xue raised the corners of her lips slightly, and smiled like the first snow melting, but she did not correct his address.

"The novel you wrote is very inspiring. I have a friend who works in a publishing house. He was very interested after reading it. Let's find a place to eat and chat."

Lin Yuan's eyes lit up slightly, but he didn't show any ecstasy. He just thanked him humbly and politely: "Thank you Sister Wen, thank you Teacher Wen."

The perfect amount of joy, coupled with his calm attitude, made Wen Xue appreciate the young man in front of her even more.

The four of them walked side by side, turned a few corners, and entered a restaurant with a time-honored plaque hanging on the lintel.

After Wen Qinghua and Wen Xue ordered a few dishes, they handed the menu to Lin Yuan, who asked Qiao Sanli to choose some of her favorites.

As soon as he ordered the food, Lin Yuan quickly walked to the counter to pay the bill.

Wen Qinghua saw this and quickly took out his canvas wallet: "Master, how much is it in total? I'll pay."

In this era of material scarcity, the cost of eating in a restaurant is not a small amount, let alone for a child.

Lin Yuan took out a stack of roughened banknotes and said sincerely, "Teacher Wen, let me pay. You treated me to a meal last time and you were the one who made the connection. I was thinking of treating you to a meal anyway."

Wen Qinghua's pupils shrank slightly, and he asked in surprise: "Where did you get so much money?"

Lin Yuan explained: "This is the money I earned from writing Spring Festival couplets during the Chinese New Year."

"Neighbors are lining up to ask my brother to write Spring Festival couplets for them!" Qiao Sanli echoed, her pigtails swaying with pride.

Her brother is so awesome, and as his number one fan, she feels it necessary to help promote him.

Wen Qinghua couldn't help but be shocked. The young man in front of him always had unexpected abilities.

The same is true for Wen Xue.

The dinner table.

Wen Xue continued to talk about publishing.

"Your novel is very creative, and there are many ideas that we couldn't think of. My editor friend was full of praise after reading it, but she was both happy and worried when she learned about your age. She was worried about whether you could maintain the quality of the rest of the book. You may not know that publishers now have very high requirements for the integrity of manuscripts."

Wen Qinghua smiled gently and said, "It's okay, take your time. You can't rush into writing a book. The inspiration you get when you have a flash of inspiration is even more amazing. Polishing this book well will be very helpful for your future development."

Lin Yuan said in a steady voice: "I have already finished writing the rest of the content. Last time, I thought that Teacher Wen was busy with his studies, so I only took the first part."

Wen Xue's eyes flashed with surprise, and she asked, "Did you bring it?"

Lin Yuan patted the canvas bag beside him and said, "Put it in my bag."

"I will send your manuscript over later. As for whether it will be published and when it will be published, you will have to wait patiently for a while."

Lin Yuan whispered his thanks: "Thank you Sister Wen, I have patience."

Wen Xue took out a pen and a notepad from her bag and handed them to Lin Yuan: "Leave your address here so I can contact you if there's any news."

If Wen Qinghua helped him out of teacher-student friendship, then Wen Xue helped him purely out of a desire to cherish his talent.

After seeing Lin Yuan and Qiao Sanli off, Wen Xue returned to the study room and started reading.

Children in the future will no longer play marbles or jump rubber ropes, but will have a more incredible leisure mode. They only need to wear a helmet to use their consciousness to travel in the virtual world.

Just say what you want to buy at home, and a smart robot will deliver it to your door. People can even travel in space and witness the bright stars in the universe with their own eyes.

Lin Yuan also thoughtfully added some imaginary illustrations on the manuscript paper.

As the notebook became fuller and fuller, the two people's magical journey came to an end.

Finally, the little boy expressed his envy of the little girl, "I really envy you for having such interesting things back then."

The little girl caught the boy's loneliness and comforted him, "It is because of your efforts that we can enjoy these conveniences and make this world colorful."

This sentence made the little boy regain his confidence, and the two agreed to meet somewhere in 2028.

Wen Xue murmured to herself: "He is really a genius."

In the evening, Wen Qinghua said, "Sister, don't rush to take it to the publishing house after you finish reading it. Let me read it once too. I will help him revise it."

Wen Xue said speechlessly: "There are only a few typos here and there, why do you need to correct them? The content below is of very high quality, please don't ruin a piece of beautiful jade."

This book, "Time Companions in the Notebook", has almost nothing to complain about except for a few harmless typos in the early stages and questionable use of individual words. She even felt that Lin Yuan had deliberately added a few typos to make Wen Qinghua less frustrated.

The third review process took two months to complete. Wen Xue's friend, an editor who worked in a publishing house, specifically asked her to talk to Lin Yuan in person.

The three met in a teahouse in the old city. The editor flipped through the pages and made comments, communicating with Lin Yuan about revision suggestions, and curiously asked him which pen name he was going to use.

Lin Yuan thought about it carefully and decided to use the pen name "Linyuanxianyu".

Of course, this also has a lot to do with the names of the male and female protagonists in the book.

The editor then agreed with Lin Yuan on a basic remuneration of 7 yuan per thousand words, which was considered a very high figure.

Lin Yuan's novel has over 200,000 words, which means he will receive at least 1,400 yuan in royalties.

In that era when workers' monthly salary was only 30 or 40 yuan, such compensation was considered generous.

However, the payment can only be settled in one lump sum after the book is officially published.

The publishing house’s calculations were very clear: first, they were optimistic about Lin Yuan’s reputation as a “genius young writer”; second, they saw the potential of the children’s book market.

Now that the country is paying more and more attention to children's education, the children's book counters in bookstores are becoming increasingly abundant. It is a good time to seize the opportunity.

Wu Xiulan didn't know what her son was busy with recently. In her opinion, as long as his academic performance was not falling behind, he could do whatever he wanted.

It will take more than two months of waiting to apply for book numbers, typesetting, printing, and binding.

In this way, Lin Yuan faced the final exam of elementary school first.

His grades were as excellent as ever, and he became the "other people's child" in the eyes of nearby parents, who often praised Wu Xiulan for giving birth to a good son.

At that time, there was no such thing as primary school to junior high school. Even students with excellent grades like Lin Yuan could naturally attend a junior high school near their home according to the school district division.

Hot summer afternoon.

The cicadas chirped non-stop.

Lin Yuan and Qiao Sanli each put on a hat and prepared to go out.

The sun is so strong, he doesn't want Qiao Sanli to be tanned into a black girl.

Still looks cute with fair skin.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but gently pinch Sanli's face.

Qiao Sanli was a little confused, and her slender eyes blinked as if expressing her confusion.

Coincidentally, at this time Qiao Simei happened to come to Lin Yuan's house to play with Qiao Sanli.

Although the Lin and Qiao families had a rift because of the chicken gizzards, there was no problem between the younger generations. After all, Qiao Sanli couldn't stop interacting with her own brothers and sisters.

Lin Yuan would not take his anger out on the Qiao family's children.

Qiao Zuwang is a scoundrel. He is lazy at work and irresponsible in life. It is not worth it to bother with such a person. Unless he is really shameless, Lin Yuan will naturally not indulge him anymore.

As for Qiao Yicheng, Lin Yuan has decided to punish him by making him have neither a first love nor a wife.

Of course, if you really want to talk about it, he doesn't have a sister.

Qiao Simei asked, "Are you going out?"

Qiao Sanli nodded: "Yes."

Qiao Simei pulled the corner of Lin Yuan's clothes and said, "Brother Lin, let me go out and play with you guys."

Since Qiao Sanli moved to the Lin family, her living conditions have become much better than before. Every time Qiao Simei comes to the Lin family to play with her, she can always eat some snacks that Qiao Sanli has saved.

Sanli said that these were bought for her by Brother Lin when he went out to play. Of course, she also thought that by going out to play with Lin Yuan, she might be able to gain something.

Qiao Sanli was a little worried: "Will big brother agree?"

Qiao Simei said disapprovingly, "Brother doesn't know."

Lin Yuan did not refuse the girl Qiao Simei's joining.

It was not difficult for him to take care of the two little girls by himself.

Qiao Simei is five years old this year, two years younger than Qiao Sanli, but her temperament is much more lively and willful than Qiao Sanli.

Lin Yuan took Qiao Sanli and Qiao Simei to the outskirts of the city, passed through a lush bamboo forest, and suddenly a stream appeared in front of them.

Here, the water is clear and you can see the bottom. The round pebbles pave the stream bed, like a layer of tiny pearls.

The stream is not deep, barely halfway up to an adult's knees, and flows slowly and gently like a mother's hand.

The two sisters excitedly took off their shoes and socks. As soon as their white and tender feet were immersed in the water, the coolness of the stream immediately rushed up from between their toes.

The two chased and played in the water, occasionally bending down to try to catch the small fish and shrimps that shuttled around, splashing water.

Lin Yuan found a hard bamboo in the woods nearby and sharpened it neatly. He was going to spear fish for fun. After all, there were too few things that could entertain him at this moment.

He stared intently at the fish swimming in the water, and accurately caught a fat crucian carp with his bamboo spear, causing the two little girls to cheer.

Not far away, a middle-aged man who was enjoying the cool by the stream was also attracted and stared closely at Lin Yuan's movements.

This is not an easy craft.

Not only does it require extremely high precision, but it also requires wrist strength.

Seeing him spearing several fishes in succession, the middle-aged man could not help but come over, take off his straw hat and fan himself with the wind, and exclaimed: "Little guy, your spearing skills are really amazing!"

Lin Yuan just nodded lightly and didn't pay any further attention.

The middle-aged man couldn't help feeling frustrated. He had trained so many outstanding talents, and so many people had been vying for his guidance, yet he was being ignored?

(End of this chapter)