Chapter 123 Coming to the Door
Li Yufei felt flustered and a little uneasy when faced with her sister's questioning.
Before coming to her sister to verify, she had been surprised to find that after receiving the poem, her mood seemed to have undergone some subtle changes: she longed to see him.
So now, should I tell my sister who this person is, or should I keep it a secret from her and not tell her anything?
Although she and Shen Yumo are sisters, they have less contact after Shen Yumo went to the countryside.
So there seems to be a little gap in the relationship between the two people.
This time she was struggling with the problem for too long, so she decided to ask her sister.
Now her sister didn't listen to her explanation at all and asked this person directly, which made her feel quite resistant.
"Sister, this poem is really written for my friend." Li Yufei reiterated, but this time she was a little lacking in confidence.
It was as if even she herself refused to believe such nonsense.
Faced with his sister's self-deceiving explanation, Shen Yumo could only smile and say, "Okay, okay, just think of this poem as being written for your friend."
“I just want to know, who is this person?”
"After all, it's a pity not to know who wrote such a good poem."
Li Yufei rubbed her hands and finally said, "Sister, I promised my friend not to talk nonsense, so don't ask."
"By the way, you haven't told me what the person who wrote the poem was thinking."
Looking at his sister's shy look, Shen Yumo finally did not ask any further questions.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to, but she also knows that there are some gaps between herself and her sister.
After spending these days together, the gap between us has finally been narrowed. If I force myself to ask my sister questions and embarrass her, it might deepen the gap again.
In that case, the loss would outweigh the gain.
What's more, a girl's feelings are always poetic. My sister is at the age of a flower, so it's normal for her to be pursued by someone.
It is impossible for me to filter all her suitors.
The only thing she could do was to help her sister analyze who was sincere to her.
So she smiled and said, "If you don't know, then you don't know."
"But I believe that I will meet the author of such a good poem in the future."
"You just said that this person wrote this poem when he was drunk. To be honest, I can't believe that a drunk person could write such a good poem."
"From a poetic point of view, this person wrote it very attentively."
"I feel that his emotions are sincere and strong, and his experience is thorough and deep. When it comes to love, one must not only stick to a certain degree of sincerity and persistence, but also be at peace with a certain degree of incompleteness and giving up."
"From this poem, the author expresses that no matter whether it is the perfect ending of a couple or the separation of meeting without knowing each other, we should cherish and miss each other."
…
While analyzing, Cheng Xuyuan's figure somehow appeared in Shen Yumo's mind.
If Cheng Xuyuan treated her before like what was said in the poem, he had been waiting by her side for many years.
But I didn't respond to his love at all.
Now his heart has withered and he has moved on to his own future.
Thinking of this, Shen Yumo felt a little depressed.
"Sister, do you mean that he likes me very much...my friend?" Li Yufei asked softly after listening to the analysis.
Shen Yumo woke up from his deep thoughts and put his feelings aside and said, "You already have the answer yourself, why do you have to ask me?"
"But Yufei, you have to remember that some people may write good poems, but their character may not be good."
"for example……"
Before Shen Yumo finished speaking, Li Yufei said, "Sister, I know. For example, Yuan Zhen, a famous poet in the Tang Dynasty, was a heartless person."
"A friend of mine has already told me that you shouldn't judge a person by his poetry."
"Okay, I'll go wash my face."
As she was talking, Li Yufei left happily.
Looking at his sister leaving, Shen Yumo shook his head gently.
But her eyes fell on the poem again.
This poem is about a kind of love that cannot be obtained!
Is it true that the person who can write such a poem has always been in love with his sister? Or...
Not knowing what was going on, Shen Yumo thought of Cheng Xuyuan again.
To me, is he the tree that once was by my side, waiting to bloom?
Cheng Xuyuan naturally didn't know that the poem he wrote ended up in Shen Yumo's hands that very evening.
When he felt dizzy in the early morning, his first thought was to drink less in the future.
I shouldn’t have drunk last night!
After opening the plug of the coal stove and adding a bucket of water to the enamel basin that already had a scar on it, Cheng Xuyuan went to the toilet.
I don’t know if it’s because I got up too early today, but there were not many people in the bathroom.
While clearing the inventory, Cheng Xuyuan was thinking about Meng Dezhi.
In this era when there were no mobile phones and even newspapers could only be read at work, it was rare to have someone to chat with while in the toilet! Back in the room, Cheng Xuyuan simply washed his face and wrote a divorce agreement from his memory.
No matter what, this is a divorce, and it cannot be written in just a few dozen words. Even if it is a divorce, there must be a standardized agreement.
After finalizing the agreement, Cheng Xuyuan headed towards his workplace.
After having a simple bowl of wontons on the way, Cheng Xuyuan came to the office.
In the office, everything remains the same.
When Cheng Xuyuan was cleaning, Zhang Dening rushed in happily.
"Cheng Xuyuan, I'm here to tell you a good news." Zhang Dening didn't care that Cheng Xuyuan was wiping the table, and said quickly: "After collective research by the bigwigs in our editorial department, we decided to publish your "Desire"."
Cheng Xuyuan said calmly: "Is this good news?"
"What do you mean?" Zhang Dening, who had come here with great excitement, looked at Cheng Xuyuan with eyes wide open, looking extremely angry after hearing this.
Cheng Xuyuan said calmly: "Literally."
Only then did Zhang Dening realize that this traitor was still thinking of publishing his "Desire" in "People's Literature".
This traitor!
"Cheng Xuyuan, let me tell you, if you submit your work "Desire" to People's Literature, they may not necessarily..."
Originally, Zhang Dening wanted to say that People's Literature might not publish Cheng Xuyuan's works, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't continue.
It's not that she doesn't want to say it, it's just that the possibility is too small.
After all, Desire is so well written! Their magazine made an exception to publish a long novel. If People's Literature doesn't publish it, doesn't that mean their threshold is not high? "They can't give you such a high fee. I've already negotiated for you, 7 yuan per thousand words."
"Tsk tsk, once the royalties arrive, you'll be a thousand-dollar millionaire."
"Please treat me to a nice meal."
Thousand-dollar millionaire, why does this term sound a bit awkward to me? Although Cheng Xuyuan thought so in his heart, he still said on the surface: "This is the only good news."
"By the way, how are you going to release "Desire"?"
Zhang Dening rubbed his hands and said, "According to my idea, it is to send a special number."
"After all, about 200,000 words, if all published in one issue of the magazine, it's really too much."
"However, after researching it, Mr. Zou and his colleagues decided to publish it in two installments."
"Teacher Zou thinks it would be better to split your "Desire" in the middle. Maybe it will attract more readers' interest!"
Separate development, this is also...
After smacking his lips, Cheng Xuyuan decided not to take it too seriously.
After all, his "Things about the Ming Dynasty" is a serial with 40,000 words per issue.
For him, as long as it doesn't delay his royalties, it's fine.
"Will my royalties also be paid separately?" Cheng Xuyuan asked.
Zhang Dening rolled his eyes. He said, "Your work is so wonderful, but when it comes to royalties, you are so vulgar!" He excitedly ran over to talk to him about his work, but he only cared about his royalties.
He really fell into the money trap!
How could he be so disrespectful to literature?
"I've applied for it for you and I'll send it to you right away. That should be fine, right?"
"By the way, speaking of royalties, you must treat us."
"I'm telling you, you have to eat something good this time."
As soon as Zhang Dening finished speaking, someone asked, "Dening, did Xiao Cheng get his royalties again?"
"That's great. Let's not eat Dong Lai Shun this time. Let's eat roast duck."
Cheng Xuyuan knew it was Shi Xuehong who was speaking without turning his head.
Facing Shi Xuehong who suddenly arrived, Zhang Dening smiled and said, "That's right. Our great writer has written a novel. He can make a lot of money this time."
"Let's go to Quanjude, and order four roast ducks. Let's have a good meal."
When Shi Xuehong heard that they wanted four roast ducks, her saliva almost flowed.
She said to Cheng Xuyuan, "Xiao Cheng, you're leaving soon. I can't take advantage of you anymore. You have to let me eat more."
Cheng Xuyuan waved his hand helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll treat you."
As he spoke, he said to Zhang Dening, "It's fine if you can publish it in two parts, but I want an advance on my royalties."
"Also, please give me the subsidy for editing the manuscript in advance."
"I'm in need of money these past two days."
Zhang Dening was already somewhat numb to Cheng Xuyuan's advance on her royalties. She said impatiently, "Okay, I'll go back and apply for it for you."
"It shouldn't be a big problem. Wait for my call."
After the two finished talking, Shi Xuehong held Zhang Dening and said, "Dening, don't go. I copied a very good poem. How about you listen to it?"
Zhang Dening said politely: "Then let me listen."
Hearing Shi Xuehong talking about copying poems, Cheng Xuyuan felt a bad feeling in his heart.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Shi Xuehong take out a small notebook from her bag and read:
"How can I make you meet me at my most beautiful moment
For this, I have prayed to the Buddha for five hundred years, asking the Buddha to let us have a relationship in this world.
The Buddha then transformed me into a tree , growing beside the road you must pass by..."
Listening to this poem, Cheng Xuyuan scratched his head.
How did this poem spread so quickly?
It's only been one day, how come it ended up in Shi Xuehong's hands.
Zhang Dening, who was standing aside and just wanted to go through with it, was stunned.
After Shi Xuehong finished reading, she grabbed the notebook and looked through it carefully before saying, "Xuehong, who wrote this? Why is there no name?"
"I don't know either. My brother copied it from his classmates."
"It is said that someone has just written it, and used it to express his love for a girl."
Shi Xuehong said: "As for why there is no name, I heard that the author did not write his name when he wrote the poem."
Zhang Dening said regretfully: "Oh, how can such a good poem have no name?"
"Well, I'll copy the poem and you can find the author for me."
"If he is willing, I hope it can be published in our Yenching Literature and Art Journal."
Ten minutes later, Zhang Dening, who had finished copying the poem, left with a hint of regret. Just when Cheng Xuyuan was thinking about how to minimize the impact of this poem, Feng Laoer rushed in hurriedly.
"Teacher Cheng, my cousins are looking for you. They said it's about what happened yesterday."
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