"Editor Xie, here are thirteen letters sent from Sha County. I have specially separated them." The security guard handed Xie Yu a stack of letters.
Xie Yu took the envelope and quickly flipped through it.
When Xie Yu saw the familiar handwriting and address on one of the letters, his eyes lit up instantly.
After thanking the security guard, she returned to the office, made a cup of tea, calmed down, opened the letter and began to read it.
"The name 'Hidden in the Dust' does have a literary feel to it. I wonder what it's about?" Xie Yu couldn't help but mutter a few words in his heart.
As he read slowly, Xie Yu gradually immersed himself in the simple and profound love story between Ma Youtie and Cao Guiying in "Hidden in the Dust".
The harshness of his brother and sister-in-law, the indifference of the villagers, the hardships of life, all of these were like delicate paintings, slowly unfolding before Xie Yu's eyes.
Ma Youtie, a taciturn, hardworking and simple farmer, lives a simple and pure world. Apart from the land, he has a deep love for Cao Guiying in his heart.
Cao Guiying, a physically disabled and bullied woman, had a dark life until she met Ma Youtie. She seemed to have found the light in her life.
The two depended on each other in hardship and built their own small home bit by bit with their hard-working hands.
The love between them has no fancy vows, no expensive gifts, only the deep affection that silently guards and accompanies each other in ordinary days.
However, fate always seems to play tricks on the unfortunate. Just when their lives were gradually getting better, a sudden change pushed them into the abyss again.
In the end, Cao Guiying drowned and Ma Youtie committed suicide by drinking pesticide.
While reading, Xie Yu sometimes sighed for the two people's experiences, and sometimes shed tears for their strength and courage.
When Xie Yu finally finished reading the manuscript, the emotions surging in his heart could not be calmed for a long time. True love, perhaps, is like that of Ma Youtie and Cao Guiying: no matter how hard life is, they must stick together and face it together.
Xie Yu was moved by this deep affection. She seemed to be able to see through the words the small home that Ma Youtie built for Cao Guiying on the yellow land with his rough hands, and every night the two spent together in the simple but warm little house.
The wedding character that Ma Youtie put on Cao Guiying, the warmth of the two smiling at each other in the fields, and finally, after Cao Guiying passed away, Ma Youtie's lonely and determined figure...
"Editor-in-chief, Xiaoxiang Qingkong has received a manuscript. This manuscript is a novella, about 60,000 to 70,000 words." After Xie Yu finished reading the manuscript, she couldn't calm down for a long time. After sitting quietly for a while, Xie Yu knocked on the editor-in-chief's door, holding the heavy manuscript in her hand.
"Scar literature again?" Xin Zhao understood after seeing the tears in Xie Yu's eyes.
Xiaoxiang Qingkong's first novel is scar literature, or youth pain literature. Xin Zhao believes that Xiaoxiang Qingkong is good at writing scar literature.
"It's good, very well written, and very touching. Compared to the first novel, the emotional description is more delicate. This novel not only has a qualitative leap in the emotional level, but also has more three-dimensional characterizations, which makes people empathize with them, as if they have witnessed their joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness with their own eyes.
The description of each scene is just right, neither too long nor too brief, and it perfectly sets off the atmosphere of the story.
But the ending is very tragic, both the hero and heroine die.
Xiaoxiang Qingkong left a message at the end of the novel, which she adapted from real events. Xie Yu's voice trembled slightly as she thought of the novel's ending; it had clearly touched a deep part of her heart.
"Another adaptation of a true story? This Xiaoxiang Qingkong is really good at digging into the people and events around him.
Let me come and see his new work." Xin Zhao was a little impatient.
"Oh! By the way, Xiaoxiang Qingkong also mentioned it in the letter. Can this time's royalties be exchanged for some tickets from our magazine?" Xie Yu thought of this.
"Did you say what kind of tickets you want? How much?" Xin Zhao asked, frowning slightly, as if thinking about how to meet this request.
"She just said she wanted to exchange it for some food coupons, cloth coupons, meat coupons, and sugar coupons. She didn't specify how much she wanted. It depends on what she wants. We can give her what we want."
Xin Zhao nodded, and after a moment's thought, he said, "How about this. This year, our magazine has also applied for a batch of tickets. These tickets are for writers who work with the magazine. You can distribute them according to the number of writers, giving priority to Xiaoxiang Qingkong.
After all, her work has brought a lot of attention to our magazine, and we can't treat her unfairly.
How to distribute it specifically is up to you. When the time comes, I'll have it all gathered together for signature and then mailed out."
Xie Yu nodded in agreement, then picked up a pen and wrote down the task on a piece of notepaper.
"Speaking of which, although the endings of Xiaoxiang Qingkong's novels adapted from real events are often sad, it is precisely because of this authenticity that readers can empathize more. Her works are indeed very contagious." Xin Zhao said with emotion.
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"Qiu Rui, this is your letter! Mom, the day after tomorrow, Sunday, I plan to go shopping at the department store in the city. You should go back tomorrow and bring my dad up. The day after tomorrow, we can meet with Yangyang's parents, have a meal together, and discuss setting a date for Yangyang and I to get married.
Yangyang's parents said that as long as there are three turns and one ring, everything else can be discussed." Zhang Wenmin said excitedly during dinner that day.
However, when Zhang Wenmin handed the letter to Zhang Qiurui, Zhang Wenfu took a look at the letter with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Okay, I'll go back tomorrow and bring your dad with me.
Our two rooms won't accommodate your dad even if he comes, so he'll just have to stay in your dormitory for one night and squeeze in." Zhou Guihua's old face was as bright as a chrysanthemum as her youngest son's lifelong event was about to be settled.
"I'm full. I'm going to boil some water and wash up." Zhang Qiurui touched the letter her third brother gave her.
Feeling that there was something else besides the thin layer of paper inside, Zhang Qiurui had an idea and no longer wanted to listen to what they were saying. He quickly finished his meal and ran to the kitchen.
After boiling the water, Zhang Qiurui carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter paper. There were only a few lines of words on it.
The remittance slip for the manuscript fee of 325 yuan and the ticket were mailed free of charge to the writers of Xiaoxiang Magazine.
She also mentioned in the letter that she had the most tickets among all the authors working with Xiaoxiang Magazine, and asked her to submit her new works to Xiaoxiang Magazine if she had any in the future.
Then he took out the tickets from the envelope, which were about twenty in total.
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