Chapter 316: I have never lost a verbal battle
The winter in Yanjing is getting colder!
Fortunately, the heating in the Overseas Chinese Apartment was warm enough! So much so that Cheng Xuyuan was a little reluctant to live in the school.
If Fang Yuqing hadn't been attending classes at Yenching University every day, Cheng Xuyuan would have stayed at home forever.
However, even so, he would basically get up in the morning and dawdle until after 10:30 before going to Yenching University.
Before going to school, he not only completed the writing task for the day, but also had time to write about the three stories he and Liu Xinwu had discussed.
Although Cheng Xuyuan did not attach much importance to this award, Chen Jianxun was right, he could not let some people think that he was a soft persimmon.
I haven't done anything to offend anyone, but just because I'm young, I can be bullied without restraint. It's really hateful.
Cheng Xuyuan also knew in his heart that the other party was holding him back because they wanted to give the award to those who pleased them. Haha, you can make your reasons sound high-sounding, but we are also unconventional when scolding people.
There are three stories, and Cheng Xuyuan plans to have 20,000 words for each story. This is not too difficult for Cheng Xuyuan.
Apart from a little wrist pain when writing, there is nothing wrong with it.
A week is spent in writing and school.
During this process, many friends also learned about the short story selection, and Cheng Xuyuan seemed to be out of the running.
Because of this, it gave him a lot of comfort.
Although Cheng Xuyuan said that he didn't care too much, everyone looked at him with sympathy, as if he was trying hard to hide his lost mood.
On this day, Cheng Xuyuan was reading with Fang Yuqing in the library when Hong Zicheng quietly walked over.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Xuyuan looked at Hong Zicheng who was standing beside him and asked in a low voice.
"Xuyuan, Mr. Wan just called and asked you to go to his house today or tomorrow." Hong Zicheng said in a low voice.
When Cheng Xuyuan heard the news, he immediately understood that the teacher should also know about this matter and was trying to comfort him.
Cheng Xuyuan said: "Okay, I understand, thank you Teacher Hong."
Hong Zicheng adjusted his glasses and said, "Xiao Cheng, I've heard about this, too."
"Let me tell you, the quality of a work is not determined by whether it wins an award. Haven't you heard the old saying? There is a scale between heaven and earth, and the weight is the common people. Therefore, the quality of a work can only be judged by the readers."
"You, don't take it too seriously."
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Hong, I don't mind."
"On the contrary, you guys kept comforting me, and slowly made me feel a little awkward."
Seeing Cheng Xuyuan still in the mood to joke, Hong Zicheng smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't care. I'm worried about you too!"
"Who hasn't suffered losses when they were young?"
"Take me for example, when I was young..."
After hearing what Hong Zicheng said, Cheng Xuyuan could only listen attentively.
After all, if I don't listen carefully, it would seem like I'm not giving him face if I don't listen carefully when Lao Hong tells me about his past experiences.
Hong Zicheng generally doesn't like to talk about his own experiences, but after all, Cheng Xuyuan is a student he admires.
He hoped that this talented student could move forward steadily on the path of literature instead of encountering inexplicable problems.
That's why he took the trouble to tell Cheng Xuyuan about his own experiences.
However, he also complained a lot about this matter in his heart.
Some of the old seniors are really not very particular.
It is not good to force something to grow faster, but in your case, the seedlings are growing well, do you really want to force them to die?
After telling his experience, Hong Zicheng left.
Cheng Xuyuan watched Teacher Hong leave. He was thinking about when to treat this caring teacher to a meal when Fang Yuqing came to his side gently.
"Xuyuan, I've already talked to my dad about this, but he said it's a separate matter from his, and he can't help."
Fang Yuqing whispered to comfort him: "But he also scolded those who said you need Dun Dun Miao, saying that these guys are simply unreasonable!"
Cheng Xuyuan looked at Fang Yuqing's red face and said with a smile: "I believe your father scolded those people, but I think your father would also say that it's okay to let Cheng Xuyuan suffer a little setback."
“It’s not good for young people to go too smoothly.”
Looking at Cheng Xuyuan who was pretending to talk like his father, Fang Yuqing hit him on the shoulder with a coquettish look.
The small fist didn't have much power, but Cheng Xuyuan couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms.
However, they were outside the library at this time. Although there were not as many people as inside the library, there were people coming in and out.
Being affectionate with each other really hinders others.
“Cough cough cough…”
A cough sounded from a distance at this time.
Cheng Xuyuan thought to himself, who is this? He is such a bummer. Turning his head, he saw Zhu Guangqian walking towards him quietly with his hands behind his back.
The old man looked up at the sky, as if he didn't pay any attention to Cheng Xuyuan at all.
But Cheng Xuyuan knew very well that if he didn't go over, the old man would not let him go.
So he smiled and sat over and said, "Hello, Teacher Zhu."
"Well, why didn't you go to the lake these two days?" Zhu Guangqian seemed to have just seen Cheng Xuyuan and asked lightly.
Cheng Xuyuan said: "It's so cold today, I'll just rest at home."
"Are you not feeling happy and holding your breath at home?" Zhu Guangqian looked Cheng Xuyuan up and down and said, "Let me tell you, some things just need to be let go."
"It doesn't matter what people say about you, as long as you think it's right."
"If you still feel unhappy, I'll go and scold them, and then both of us will feel better."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at Zhu Guangqian, who looked like he would have no problem going there, and said with a smile, "Professor Zhu, I'm ready for the scolding."
"How to do it?" Zhu Guangqian was stunned for a moment and asked curiously.
Cheng Xuyuan said: "I can write novels, so I prepared three novels and I am ready to scold you."
"I've been busy writing a novel these past two days."
Seeing Cheng Xuyuan didn't seem to be lying, Zhu Guangqian smiled and said, "This is the best."
"Just don't sulk at home."
"Let me tell you, doing nothing and just sulking at home is the most incompetent thing."
"If you can't bear it, just curse back. It's no big deal. Good boy, you prepared three more curse novels. I didn't misjudge you!"
"When your novel comes out, I'll take a good look at it and give you some advice."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at Zhu Guangqian's serious expression and said with a smile: "Thank you, don't worry, although I rarely conflict with others, I should not lose in this kind of thing."
Zhu Guangqian stopped talking and walked out leisurely with his hands behind his back. Looking at the thin figure wearing a cotton jacket, Cheng Xuyuan's eyes were still a little sore.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Cheng Xuyuan rode his bike to Muxidi.
Mr. Wan had just woken up from a nap. When he saw Cheng Xuyuan looking energetic, a smile appeared on his face.
"I thought you were a little depressed, it's good that you're not." Mr. Wan said with a smile after inviting Cheng Xuyuan to sit down.
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "I don't need to be decadent just for a few dozen dollars of bonus."
"Teacher, you don't have to worry about this at all. I think I can handle it."
Elder Wan took a closer look at Cheng Xuyuan and said, "This is not just a matter of a few dozen dollars. This is an honor."
"Some people are just blinded by greed."
"What they said sounded very high-sounding, but what are they really thinking? Do they think I don't know?"
Seeing that Mr. Wan was a little angry, Wan Fang, who was taking care of him, hurriedly said, "Dad, don't be angry. You will get sick if you get angry."
"Xiao Cheng, when Dad found out about this, he also talked to a few people."
“But those people said it with a sense of righteousness, as if letting you win the award would mean ruining you, which really makes people uncomfortable.”
Cheng Xuyuan could imagine the situation that Mr. Wan was facing at that time. He smiled and said, "Teacher, there is no need to discuss this kind of thing with them."
"I'm writing three short stories these days. Please take a look at them when they're finished."
Hearing Cheng Xuyuan say this, Mr. Wan suddenly became alert.
Although awards sound important, in Wan's opinion, the most important thing is to produce works.
Having works that are recognized by readers is much better than winning awards.
He smiled and asked, "What are these three works of yours about?"
Cheng Xuyuan did not hide anything at the moment and simply told Mr. Wan the contents and names of the three works.
"Qiu Ju Goes to Court" is a good story! "Never Ending" is also a good story!
"If You Are the One" is an even better story!
Listening to Cheng Xuyuan's three stories, Mr. Wan couldn't help laughing. He pointed at Cheng Xuyuan and said, "Xiao Cheng, if you send out these three short stories, people will scold you!"
"Teacher, since they have no shame, what's wrong with me scolding them?" Cheng Xuyuan waved his hand calmly and said, "I don't pick troubles, but I'm not afraid of troubles either."
Wan Fang said: "Xiao Cheng, this is how it should be done."
"I think these three stories you told are good."
“I believe that when it is published, it will be more satisfying.”
Elder Wan looked at the two people who seemed to share the same hatred for the enemy and said with a smile: "Okay, do whatever you want."
"By the way, go get the letter from my drawer. It's from Mr. Miller and he sent it to me."
When Wan Fang heard the instructions, she walked over quickly and brought back a package.
After opening the package, Cheng Xuyuan found a pile of English newspapers inside. He unfolded one and saw a review: a thought-provoking work, "The Pursuit of Happiness"! Although he didn't know the author, Cheng Xuyuan thought the content of the review was very good.
He casually opened another newspaper, which was also a review of the novel "The Pursuit of Happyness", but this novel was the American version that Cheng Xuyuan gave to Mr. Miller.
After casually reading a few reviews, when Cheng Xuyuan was about to throw the newspapers aside, he saw a newspaper with the words: O. Henry Short Story Award Shortlist.
Cheng Xuyuan glanced at the list and found the name "The Pursuit of Happyness" in the middle.
Although the O. Henry Short Story Award is just an ordinary award in the United States, the fact that "The Pursuit of Happyness", a work that was only published a month or two ago, was shortlisted is enough to prove the strength of "The Pursuit of Happyness".
Cheng Xuyuan put down the newspaper and picked up the letter piled in the middle of the newspaper.
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