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Chapter 21 Wei Ming's Seven-Step Poem (4000-word chapter, please give me a monthly ticket!)

When Lu Xiaoyan got home and heard her husband talk about Wei Ming, she was a little confused at first.

What the hell? Doesn’t Xiao Ming write fairy tales? Why is he doing serious literature again?

It would be fine if it was just for fun, but how come "Harvest" noticed it?
What will Chinese children watch in the future?

After all, it is well known that writing serious literature is high-end, famous, and has greater social status, while children generally only remember the characters in the story, not who wrote the story.

In order to reassure his aunt, Wei Ming repeatedly stated: If your magazine didn’t only require one manuscript from me in each issue, I would not bother to write serious literature. In fact, I am very optimistic about children’s literature!
This is what he really thinks. Think about the ranking of the richest writers in later generations. Best-selling authors have changed one after another, but Zheng Yuanjie and Yang Hongying have remained unmoved and are firmly in the top five. Relying on the tens of millions of royalties from their old books every year, they can even reach the top from time to time.

It can be seen that creating an excellent children's literature brand can last a lifetime, and children's literature can shape children's souls from the root, which is a very meaningful thing.

Therefore, Wei Ming will definitely not give up the pen name "Wei Shenme" and is willing to devote more energy to children's literature.

Hearing Wei Ming say this, Lu Xiaoyan happily took apart Xile's childhood clothes and quilt and made something for Wei Ming, a "neck pillow".

According to Wei Ming, sew a long strip of cloth into a long cylinder, seal one end, turn it over, and then stuff cotton wool inside to make it just the right tightness.

Finally, seal the other end and sew a rope on each end.

"How do I use this thing?" Lu Xiaoyan asked, holding what she had made.

After Wei Ming took it, he put the neck pillow around his neck, tied the rope and circled his neck.

Then he leaned against the wall: "This way, even on the train, my neck can be a little more relaxed."

"Oh, I'll try it." Wei Ping'an was very interested.

Wei Ming smiled and said, "Uncle, you and my aunt both work in offices. Sitting for a long time is not good for your health. You can also get one."

Wei Ping'an tried it out and said, "Hey, it's not bad. Xiaoyan, you come."

Later, Wei Ming made some suggestions for improvements, such as sewing two pieces of cloth together, one longer and one shorter, so that a cloth bag that is close to a "U" shape can be formed, and the effect will be better if cotton wool is stuffed into it.

Lu Xiaoyan understood it immediately and started experimenting. The next day, she asked her husband to wear a U-shaped neck pillow to the office.

When Wei Ming returned to the dormitory, the small room was already full of people.

Because so many men and women from the Chinese Department came to see him, it caused quite a stir, so the news that he wrote a novel and was invited by "Harvest" to go to Shanghai to revise the manuscript spread throughout the school security team.

Everyone knows that it turns out that Wei Ming is not only a good storyteller, but also a good writer. He is a super genius who is unmatched by other talented men and women in the Chinese department!

Wei Ming thought he would receive a flood of praise and flattery from everyone.

Unexpectedly, what they were most concerned about was: "Before you leave the school guards, quickly finish telling the story of "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils", otherwise who will we turn to in the future!"

"That's it!"

"Don't be a eunuch!"

Wei Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "First of all, I will definitely not leave the school guards in the short term, and this story will be finished in two days. Don't worry, I will definitely finish it before going to the Magic City!"

Before going to bed, Wei Ming told another story and then fell asleep holding the book "Children's Literature".

The next morning, his roommate gave him the room so that he could concentrate on completing the last part of "Er Niu".

This time it seems that the number of words is a little more, about 45,000 words. I wonder what price "Yenching Literature and Art" will give.

He still had to stand guard in the afternoon, and when there was still an hour before he was due to get off work, Zhang Dening arrived.

"Oh, I think I disturbed you at work. How about I find a place to wait for you?"

"What are you waiting for?" Brother Feng suddenly appeared. "Xiao Ming, please entertain Editor Zhang first. Let Mei Wenhua stand in your place for a while."

Mei Wenhua had no complaints at this time. He hoped that Wei Ming could publish more articles so that his talent would become famous. If Wei Ming had face, they, the security guards, would have face!

He counted on Wei Ming to help him regain his lost dignity.

The security guards' dormitory was a bit messy, so they found a place next to the May Fourth Playground, and Wei Ming took out his new work "Er Niu".

"Erniu" sounds a bit strange, what if it was changed to "Fighting Bull".

Add to that the keywords such as director Guan Hu and Huang Bo's Golden Horse Award-winning work, and probably even more people have heard of it.

This is a legend widely circulated in the Yimeng Mountains. "Bullfighting" was created on this basis. However, Wei Ming felt that the name was a bit confusing, and he preferred "Two Bulls" to get to the point.

"Can I take it home and look at it again?"

"Aren't you watching it here?"

"I need some quiet time to read."

"Then can I go back now?" I have to leave tomorrow and I have to pack up.

Zhang Dening: "Can you talk about your last work? I'm curious about what story touched Harvest."

"Well, to put it simply, it's a story about an educated youth fighting two donkeys." If you're not sure, you can go watch the movie "Let's See", starring Wen Zhang.

Two donkeys? Zhang Dening looked at the two cows in his hand again. This good-looking boy seemed to like writing about livestock very much.

Wei Ming: There’s nothing I can do. I have a life.

When talking about "Donkey Five and Donkey Six", Wei Ming even performed while he was talking. Especially the long monologue of the male protagonist to Heiwu's younger brother Heiliu made Zhang Dening couldn't help but applaud.

This is definitely a very interesting work that is worth savoring, but it is a pity that it is not from their "Yenching Literature and Art".

When Wei Ming talked about how Hei Liu turned into a donkey meat burnt to avenge his brother, and in the end only a charred skeleton was left, Zhang Dening couldn't help feeling melancholy.

What a spiritual donkey!
But she clearly felt that the donkey in Wei Ming's story was not just a donkey.

It's more like a reference to a certain type of person.

Since I haven’t seen the original text, these are just some of Zhang Dening’s speculations.

"Comrade Wei Ming, let's stop here today. It's nice to meet you. I think this novel will not disappoint me. I hope we can cooperate often in the future."

Wei Ming said bluntly: "That depends on the sincerity of your publication."

"Sincerity? Do you mean the royalties?" Zhang Dening asked uncertainly.

"Yes." Wei Ming said frankly.

"Oh, you are so mercenary." Zhang Dening teased. Nowadays, writers pay attention to the character of literati and are ashamed to talk about money.

Wei Ming sincerely said, "My mother told me from a young age that children from poor families have to grow up early. My parents are farmers who work hard to make a living. They are not in good health, and I have a younger sister who needs to go to school. I am sorry to have embarrassed you."

Zhang Dening couldn't laugh anymore. This already tall boy even looked more majestic in her eyes.

She also said seriously: "If the work is really good, I will definitely argue with the leader."

"One more thing, can you arrange for the publication as soon as possible? I need the money urgently."

"Well..." Wei Ming said, "The article "Harvest" will be published in November at the earliest. If you can publish it before then, it will be my first work."

Zhang Dening understood what he meant. If Wei Ming could really soar to fame in the literary world, then as the platform for his first publication of his works, Yenching Literature and Art would have the merit of being his mentor!

But it’s definitely not possible this month, the earliest it can be done will be in October.

She nodded and agreed.

~
When he returned to the dormitory, Zhao Debiao was leaning against the wall wearing Wei Ming's neck pillow.

"Brother Ming, this thing is very useful. I'll ask my mom to get me one later."

It doesn't cost anything to work in the street garment factory.

"You only care about yourself. What about our brother Feng? He is also cultured."

Mei Wenhua didn't expect that he also had a part in it. It was worth it for him to stand guard for him and even help him brag.

At Qiao Feng's reminder, the final chapter of Wei Ming's story show "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" began.

Soon, their dormitory was full of people, so they left the door open and let those who couldn't squeeze in sit outside with their stools. People who knew each other would even pass cigarettes to each other, and the room was like a fairyland.

Just when Wei Ming was talking about the confrontation between the Central Plains martial arts heroes and the army led by the Liao Emperor, Duan Yu and Xu Zhu captured Yelu Hongji with their powerful martial arts.

Liu Zhenyun suddenly squeezed in from the crowd and said, "Xiao Wei, so you live here. Are you having a class meeting?"

If you cut it off here, you will be struck by lightning.

So Wei Ming quickly pulled Liu Zhenyun and said, "Brother Zhenyun, please sit on Biaozi's bed first. I'm almost done here."

Wei Ming didn't even have the time to introduce Liu Zhenyun. If he wasted time at this time, Liu Zhenyun's ancestors would be easily killed.

He went on to say that Xiao Feng and the other two forced Yelu Hongji to swear to withdraw his troops and not to send troops to the Song Dynasty during his lifetime.

"Yelü Hongji's life was in their hands, so he had no choice but to agree.

So he issued an imperial decree, sounded the horn, and prepared to return to the capital.

At this time, he turned around and looked at Xiao Feng, sneering: King Xiao, you have made such great contributions to the Song Dynasty, and a high position and generous salary are just around the corner.

Xiao Feng said loudly: Your Majesty, Xiao Feng is a Khitan, and you and I once became sworn brothers. Today, I have threatened your majesty and become a great sinner of the Khitan. I am both disloyal and unjust. How can I face the world from now on?

After saying this, he raised the two broken arrows in his right hand, used his internal energy, thrust his right arm back, and with a "puff" sound, pierced his heart.

Wei Ming spoke and gestured at the same time. Thanks to the fact that he has been in the People's Art Theatre for so many years, although he has never been a real actor, his expressiveness is still quite good.

All the audience members at the scene cried out “Ah!”, as if the broken arrow had pierced their chests.

It hurts! It’s so congested!
Zhao Debiao asked nervously, "Is Xiao Feng going to die?"

Wei Ming sighed: "He's dead."

"what!"

"what!"

Just as the audience was about to explode, Wei Ming held back his hands and said, "Listen to me, it's not over yet~"

They thought there would be a reversal later, but there wasn't.

Wei Ming also told the story of how A Zi dug out her eyeballs and returned them to You Tanzhi, and then committed suicide by jumping off a cliff while holding Xiao Feng's body.

On the way back to Dali, Duan Yu and his companions met the crazy Murong Fu, who was only accompanied by A-Bi.

This is the end of the book.

Of course, what Wei Ming told was not the revised version. Wang Yuyan eventually married into the Duan family. Duan Yu, the first person at the beginning of the story, married three "sisters" as wives and inherited the throne of King of Dali, becoming the biggest winner.

His fantastic success diluted Xiao Feng's tragic color to a certain extent.

Only when people disperse and revisit the story, they will find that the most heartbreaking and unforgettable thing is still the chivalrous hero Xiao Feng, who was caught between the Song and Liao dynasties and ultimately sacrificed his life.

~
"Brother Zhenyun, what do you think of the story I just told you?" Wei Ming asked.

At this time, he had already pulled Liu Zhenyun out of the smoke-filled dormitory and returned to the ground.

“It’s about heroism and righteousness. Although it’s a popular novel, it must be a good story,” Liu Zhenyun praised.

However, after he read more of Jin Yong's martial arts novels, he had a different opinion of them.

"Brother Zhenyun, do you want to talk to me about something?" Wei Ming got straight to the point.

Liu Zhenyun coughed twice and said, "I, I am asking you to write an article on behalf of Weiming Lake magazine. After the editorial department heard about your deeds, they felt that if Weiming Lake could have Wei Ming's article, it would definitely add a lot of color."

Wei Ming hesitated for a moment and said, "If Brother Zhenyun had asked, I should have agreed..."

Although he knew that the sentence would usually be followed by "but", Liu Zhenyun already felt very proud.

However, Wei Ming did not follow the usual path. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I am indeed preparing a novella for Contemporary Magazine. Otherwise, I will give it to you at a lower price."

Now it was Liu Zhenyun's turn to be embarrassed. Their student magazine did not pay for articles, and even when they invited Mr. Mao Dun to write an inscription, they did not pay any fees.

"Oh, you don't have a budget for manuscript fees," Wei Ming pretended to be surprised, and then said with embarrassment, "It's really not appropriate to talk about money with students, but you also know that my family is from the countryside, and these manuscripts are used to make money to supplement the family income."

Without waiting for Wei Ming to finish, Liu Zhenyun said hurriedly: "I understand."

If he could earn royalties from his manuscripts, he would certainly not be willing to let "Wenming Lake" use it for free. As he also lives in financial difficulty, he definitely supports Wei Ming in this regard.

"Novels are indeed not suitable. Do you have any previous poems? Just a short one will do." Liu Zhenyun lowered his requirements very low.

Wei Ming asked: "Are there any requirements for the theme?"

"Actually, I don't have any requirements. Of course, it would be best if it's about ideals, beliefs, courage or love."

Wei Ming shook his head: "No, I don't. The poems I wrote are all about cows, sheep, mules, horses, etc., and they were all written when I was a child. I am not very satisfied with them."

Seeing Wei Ming said so, Liu Zhenyun stopped forcing him: "No matter what, I'm determined to make you my friend. It's a great honor to meet you. You're welcome to visit our dormitory in the future. Our dormitory is mostly populated by rural kids. I think they will welcome you very much."

Old Bear, brother, I have tried my best.

Liu Zhenyun then reported his dormitory number.

Wei Ming nodded and said, "Modern poetry is about inspiration and emotion. Whenever I feel inspired, I will definitely consider your "Weiming Lake" first when I write a poem. It doesn't cost any money."

"Haha, then it's settled!" Liu Zhenyun said again, "It's not appropriate not to pay, and it's not appropriate to pay either. When the time comes, let each girl in the editorial department treat you to a meal."

Liu Zhenyun smiled and turned to leave. He had just taken a few steps, about seven steps, when he heard a voice from behind:
"Oh shit, I got it! I got it, I got it!"

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