Chapter 865 Why are there more and more young writers?
Fang Minghua took a look, put it on the coffee table and asked.
"This was written by your daughter?"
"Absolutely!" Shang Ailan quickly replied: "I know that the much-hyped "How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams" plagiarized "Inside and Outside the Circle". Although my daughter's writing is not as good as Guo Jingming's, But there is absolutely no plagiarism!”
At this point, she quickly added: "I didn't give any guidance, but after she finished writing, I gave my own opinions on certain places."
Fang Minghua nodded after hearing this.
Before coming to this era, I had never heard of anyone whose homework Jiang Fangzhou copied.
"Chairman Fang, I know you are very busy, but my daughter really wants your advice. Your novel is not only well written, but more importantly, it has very strong literary theory, so please take some time to help read it."
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Shang Ailan finally said in an almost pleading tone.
In fact, Fang Minghua knew in his heart that Shang Ailan came all the way from Hubei Province to Xijing not to visit the Xuecheng Bookstore or to listen to some reading lectures.
It was just for me, just to ask him to help review this novel!
Utilitarian enough.
But as a mother, Fang Minghua still admires her spirit for the sake of her children.
"Okay, but this novel has more than 100,000 words at least, and I won't be able to finish it in a while." Fang Minghua.
"It's okay, we can wait." Shang Ailan said hurriedly: "We live in Xijing. You can contact me after reading it."
"Your mobile phone number?"
"I don't have a mobile phone, I only have a BP machine. I'll leave you my BP machine number." Shang Ailan left her contact information and thanked her before leaving with her daughter.
Within a few minutes, Lei Xuecheng walked in, sat on the wicker chair next to him, and asked curiously.
"This woman's accent doesn't sound like she's from here. How do you know her?"
Fang Minghua did not answer, but pointed to the manuscript on the coffee table: "Look at this."
Lei Xuecheng picked it up and looked through it.
"Hey, the content and the language style are not written by an adult. The author should be a child." Lei Xuecheng said and suddenly realized something: "Could it be written by the little girl brought by the daughter?"
"Yes, it's her."
"Ouch. That little girl looks to be twelve or thirteen years old at most, right? Can she write a novel at such a young age?" Lei Xuecheng was very surprised.
Fang Minghua briefly told Shang Ailan and her daughter, including how they met.
"Tsk, tsk." Lei Xuecheng sighed: "Everyone says that literature is in decline, but why are there more and more young writers? The author Han Han who wrote "Three Gates" was only 17 years old at the time. He wrote "Fantasy City" and "Reflection of the Left Hand, Guo Jingming of "The Right Hand Years" is 18 years old."
"A girl named Zhang Yueran from Jinan, Shandong Province, wrote works such as "The Fall of Tao" and "Black Cats Never Sleep" at the age of 14. This Jiang Fangzhou was even earlier, publishing novels at the age of 9! What the hell is going on in this world?! ”
After hearing this, Fang Minghua took a sip of tea and smiled slightly: "What's wrong? "Historical Records" says: The bustle in the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit." The same is true in writing. Commercial writing is now popular, and the trend of writing at a younger age is related to the magic wand of the market. In addition, this is also an "investment mentality" that parents have for their children, such as this one.
After Fang Minghua finished speaking, he pointed to the manuscript on the coffee table.
"Huh?"
"Okay, it's time for me to go back." Fang Minghua stood up after saying that.
"Let Bai Miao speak next month, I'll give him a deal."
"Okay, I'm going to improve the environment upstairs and install an air conditioner or something." Lei Xuecheng said hurriedly.
After returning home, Fang Minghua took a shower, put on a clean vest and underpants again, and sat in the study room to read this novel.
"Prepuberty" tells the story of a fifth-grade student and her best friends in the class who are in the early stages of puberty. They are sensitive, curious, and rebellious.
In their lives, video games have become the main driving force for daily activities, TV commercials blurt out like lines, adult factors fill the entire teenage world, and sensitive issues such as early love and development can explode at any time, causing uncontrollable blushing and heartbeat
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It smells a bit like Han.
To be fair, for a primary school student to be able to write such a novel, Jiang Fangzhou does have some talent.
You know, most children of this age are still racking their brains to write a 300-word essay, but they have already written more than 100,000 words.
In the past few days, Fang Minghua has been looking at this manuscript when he had nothing to do. He did not make much changes, but only modified certain places. If there are too many changes, it won’t be something written by a 12-year-old.
Fang Minghua was taking his time, while Shang Ailan was a little impatient.
It has been almost ten days since I lived in Xijing, and there is still no news from Fang Minghua.
"Mom, will Uncle Fang take the manuscript away from me?" His daughter Jiang Fangzhou raised her head and asked suddenly.
"What will you do if I don't give it to you?" Shang Ailan asked back.
"I don't know. Then I don't need to write it." The little girl murmured back.
As a result, Shang Ailan gave her a fierce look: "If I don't give you a manuscript, don't go anywhere this summer, just write a new novel for me at home!"
"Ah?!"
Jiang Fangzhou suddenly became gloomy, praying in his heart that the kind-looking uncle would never deny him the manuscript.
Then you will suffer!
Of course Fang Minghua would not "corrupt" the little girl's manuscript. One day later, he sent a text message according to the number on the BP machine, and the other party called back within a few minutes.
"Teacher Shang, I have finished reading the novel."
"Okay thank you, where can I find you?"
"Let's go to the Xuecheng Bookstore. It's 10 o'clock now. I'll be there at 11 o'clock."
"Okay, I'll be there on time."
Fang Minghua finished his tea and changed his clothes before going out and driving straight to Bianjia Village. When they arrived at the bookstore, Shang Ailan and his daughter were already waiting in the lounge. When Fang Minghua came in, he quickly stood up.
"Sit down." Fang Minghua greeted and handed the manuscript to the other party.
"I have finished reading it. It is generally good. I have modified some places. Please take a look."
"Thank you." Shang Ailan quickly took the manuscript, and Jiang Fangzhou also came over to look at it with his mother.
There are quite a lot of changes, a lot of sentences, wording, and modifications. Some places that were too wordy have been filtered out, and the novel looks much more fluent.
"Thank you so much, Chairman Fang!" Shang Ailan was very happy. This time I go to the publishing house to submit my manuscript, and I guarantee that it will be a sure success.
"Chairman Fang, I have a small request. Can you write a preface to my daughter's novel?" Shang Ailan said again.
Fang Minghua flatly refused.
"No, I never write a preface to anyone's novel."
Shang Ailan didn't feel much disappointed.
In fact, she also estimated that Fang Minghua would not write a preface to her.
But it doesn’t matter, as long as Fang Minghua helps to revise the manuscript, he can write a big book about it when it is published, which is a very good gimmick.
Shang Ailan thanked her again, packed up the manuscript and was about to leave with her daughter, when Fang Minghua suddenly said something.
"Teacher Shang, there is something I want to say."
"Please speak."
"Your daughter does have a certain talent, but she is still a child after all. The most important thing now is not writing, but learning knowledge and playing like a child like her. If her childhood and adolescence were all spent sitting at a desk It would be a very painful and terrible thing for her to write before. ”
"I think you have read the ancient article "Shang Zhongyong" a long time ago, and I don't want to say more. You can do it yourself."
Shang Ailan's expression changed after hearing this, and after a while she managed to say: "Thank you for your advice, I will seriously consider it."
Three months later, the novel was published by the People's Literature Publishing House. In the author's preface, Jiang Fangzhou described in detail her visit to the writer Minghua in Xijing City. Minghua was full of gratitude for his guidance to her.
The novel is a hit.
(End of chapter)