Chapter 371 Horse Leg
There were several people sitting in the office of our literary club, their heads lowered, because they were concentrating on reviewing manuscripts and did not even raise their heads. Not to mention the lecturer Li Liangping, who was already thin, now seemed as if his plump ears of wheat were about to break the stems.
In a very quiet environment, making a little sound seems like something is wrong. Gu Lu raised his head, and his movement to stretch was suddenly stuck. He glanced around and only saw the back of his head. Looking back, the overall layout of the social office looks like a small class classroom, with more than a dozen seats and benches placed, making it look empty. Various chicken soups and wisecracks are posted on the walls.
The four judges exchanged scores, unlike Ye Bei who did not communicate before scoring. Now I can communicate my preferences.
"The article "Looking" is really good. I feel it can get the first place." Li Liangping said, "How many points did you give it?"
Xia Xiao said, "It really impressed me. I gave it ninety-nine points. I deducted one point for fear of making him proud."
"What is it that heroes think alike? This is it. Among the twenty works that entered the semi-finals, "Looking" also got my highest score!" Jia Xu said, "The full score is 100 points."
"Yes, this student must like Kafka very much. In the story, the description of the dizziness caused by me looking into the distance and seeing something I shouldn't have seen, has the smell of Goyle in the Metamorphosis transforming into a beetle and waking up from bed. "Gu Lu said, "I gave it a hundred points."
All three scored very high.
"I also gave it ninety-five points. Although it is good, there is still room for improvement." Li Liangping touched his ears while speaking.
Touching the ears is a small action that Li Liangping would do when he feels very uncomfortable, because some people will feel itchy for no reason when they are nervous and uncomfortable.
Why are you uncomfortable? Because I can't control my desire to be a father.
If he had known that Gulu was here, Li Liangping would not have agreed to join the jury. Because he likes to give people certain guidance and advice.
According to common sense, participating in activities organized by the community must have some authority.
But Gu Lu was there... No matter how confident Li Liangping was, he would not dare to teach this student about writing. When speaking, Li Liangping is more careful not to speak too full, but to leave space.
The score given by Teacher Li is a bit too low, and the key reason for deducting points that there is still room for improvement is too vague.
The three students, including Gu Lu, looked at Li Liangping.
""Looking" is also the first prize in my heart." Li Liangping coughed twice and continued, "The reason why I gave this score is not because the writing is not good enough. I think this essay competition of yours is only the first one. The first one. The scores for the top prize articles are so high? What will happen in the next few sessions?”
So it’s to gain points for the following articles? Gu Lu could understand, but didn't agree.
"So I feel that I am still young and not thoughtful at all." Jia Xu said, "The teacher is really thoughtful."
Xia Xiao, the president of our literary club, said, "If there weren't rules that couldn't be changed after scoring, I would have wanted to change them a bit more strictly."
Both judges from the club supported it, but Li Liangping looked at the most important classmate.
"Teachers have much more life experience than we do." Gu Lu expressed his opinion.
"It is true that there must be room for the students behind. But this space cannot be obtained by compressing the scores of the first batch of contestants."
Gu Lu said, "Otherwise, the articles in the first batch and the second batch will be one or two points lower than the later ones just because they are of the same level. Isn't that not good?"
"The solution I gave is to raise the overall scoring standard from the beginning." Gu Lu said, "I will give you an example. A masterpiece is between 90 and 94 points. To score 95 points, it must be eye-catching. Stunning work. The higher the score, the higher the requirements.”
"Because the judges of the essay competition may be different, they must have their own appreciation levels. We just need to have a general framework." Gu Lu fully explained his thoughts.
Opening his mouth, Li Liangping subconsciously wanted to deny the student's fault, but this time he held back because the target was different.
"How is it?" Gu Lu looked around at the other three judges.
"President! Look, I think our literary club's essay competition is going to be popular. Look at Teacher Li and I, Gu Shen, perfecting the rules one after another." Jia Xu said immediately, "This is the most solid path to success. ”
Xia Xiao also stood up and said, "Very good, very good. Then we will set up a scoring framework and make the scoring a little stricter! What do you think, Teacher Li?"
How else to look at it, he is not Li Yuanfang, and the other party's plan is as perfect as Di Renjie's. Li Liangping touched his ears and nodded in agreement.
It seems to be overturned and re-scored!
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"Look what I saw," deputy editor Liu Yong was a little excited, and his inner activities even turned into a translator's tone.
After reading it for more than ten minutes, I couldn't calm down for a long time and was filled with emotions.
Liu Yong knocked on the door of the editor-in-chief's office and walked in after being asked to come in. President Kang was looking at the information. According to his working habits, the editors came in to talk about something. Based on the seriousness of the matter, he would decide whether to raise his head or not. But after a while, there was no sound at all. How come you are not sensible at all? Another new intern? President Kang secretly thought that it was Liu Yong who raised his head.
He insisted that his identity was different, so Liu Yong had to wait until the editor-in-chief looked up before speaking.
"President Kang, your topic selection is settled." Liu Yong spoke carelessly, but President GET arrived.
Friends who have a little knowledge of People's Literature, the most valuable literary magazine in China, should know that Mao Dun was at his peak when he served as editor-in-chief. After all, Mao Dun will be the undisputed leader in the domestic literary world by then, and his status as editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" will subsequently decline. But no matter what, he is still the secretary of the SJ Division of the Writers Association. Therefore, aside from reviewing manuscripts, Editor Kang still has to complete the tasks of the Writers Association.
What is the current mission of the Writers Association? It's very simple: "As a well-known writer grows up, his description of intention changes."
Every writer has a favorite intention. Kafka likes to use animals and their alienation to describe; Camus often uses the sea and sunshine, and Yu Hua, who does not exist in this world, even likes to use "heaven" as an intention. .
"God, please fuck me, fuck me to death" comes from Yu Hua's "Call in the Drizzle", and this call is the call of farmers suffering from severe drought. "Heaven" and "God" in Yu Hua's novels have the same meaning. This is also more obvious in "Alive", which was selected by Gu Lu.
Studying writers and writing skills is one of the tasks of the Writers Association. Don't think that the Writers Association doesn't do practical things... It seems like it is, ahem, but occasional research and compilation and making these reports are beneficial to the promotion of literature.
"Tell me about it." Editor Kang pinched the notebook harder with his fingers, causing wrinkles on the paper, as if he was impatient between his brows.
"These two novels, "One-Inch Master" and "Dwarf", are very typical." Liu Yong handed over the tablet. There are two manuscripts side by side on the left and right.
"Whose work?" Editor Kang was not familiar with either work.
After all, the series of human chairs drawn by Gu Lu were basically published in "Story Club", so Neon's influence was even greater. If you expect people who have been engaged in serious literature to understand, that's too much to ask for.
"Teacher Gu Lu's works, the former was probably created by Teacher Gu Lu five years ago." Liu Yong introduced, "The latter was created recently. I just submitted it yesterday. Because didn't our magazine hold an event today? So I There were too many submissions in the mailbox, and they were only reviewed today.”
The implication of the deputy editor is that it was reviewed yesterday and sent over yesterday.
Editor Kang must know Gu Lu. To be honest, even if there is no new work in a few years, it is impossible for people in the industry to forget him.
"The distance of four to five years is too short. In addition, from a boy to a young man, the change is not strong enough." Editor Kang said. The report requires that the gap between the two intentions is very large, and the writer Liu Yong introduced has not grown up long enough.
"Transformers like dwarfs have really different intentions." Liu Yong felt like he was flattering, so why did he slap the horse's hooves?
"I didn't expect that Mr. Xiao Gu would re-submit an article to our magazine. I remember the last time was "Liao Zhai Xin Yi", right? It was very exciting." Editor Kang said, "How does the article "Dwarf" compare with Liaozhai Xin Yi?"
"The genres are completely different." Liu Yong said, "When I saw Liaozhai Xinyi, I applauded because of the accuracy of the sentences and the beauty of the sentences. But "Dwarf" wins with its content."
Changes are normal. How could someone who could write The Little Prince as a teenager still not evolve in a few years?
"Then we, People's Literature, will definitely pay a top price for this manuscript." Editor Kang said,
People's Literature is one of the magazines with the highest manuscript fees. In 2017, it was already 500-800 yuan per 1,000 words. "Dwarf" has more than 10,000 words. If it is the top grade, it will be less than 10,000 yuan before tax.
Liu Yong is not stupid. How can someone who can stand out and become deputy editor be a fool? Editor Kang changed the topic and proved that he was really on the right side.
So the next step is to get the tablet back? Editor-in-chief Ke Kang did not reject it completely.
With eight hundred thoughts in his mind at the same time, Liu Yong decided not to mention the tablet and found a reason to leave the president's office.
The president watched Liu Yong leave, and the office door gently closed before Editor Kang looked back. The other party also means well.
But good intentions may not necessarily lead to good things. Editor Kang smoothed the wrinkles in the notebook with his hands, but no matter what, the faint traces must always be there.
Editor Kang immersed himself in the selection for more than an hour and selected two. One is the knife intention of "Shutup", and the other is Da Liu in the literary circle. They're all good, but nothing new.
With the general idea in mind, Editor Kang relaxed and read Gu Lu's article. After all, he admired this talented young man very much.
As a marginalized dwarf, it can be said that it is the most commonly used character in film and television dramas. Because of the characteristics of being discriminated against, I can express things very well. The content of "One-Inch Master" was what he expected. It was discriminated against crazily, and the content was also relatively old-fashioned.
The only thing that is relatively new is that the terrifying description is a bit scary.
"The style is completely different from that of The Little Prince. This author is really interesting." Editor Kang looked at the second article.
The second article was not what he expected. Wait, why is there something wrong with this beginning?
[There was a dwarf clown in the Barnaboon circus. When he was thirty-five years old, he actually started to grow taller again. Scholars are troubled by this, because they have long concluded that once a person reaches the age of twenty-five, his body will never grow again. Therefore, they tried every possible means to suppress this matter...]
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