Editors receive hundreds and thousands of manuscripts from all over the country every day. How can they possibly remember the pen name of a young person from eight years ago?
Jiang Yan thought about it.
He then showed him the copies of the documents he had obtained from the Pingcheng Revolutionary Committee.
First, the copy of the rejected manuscript.
The contents at the beginning are similar.
That is, 'Dear author, your manuscript has been received.
After careful review, our editorial department believes that your manuscript is excellent in creativity and writing style.
Demonstrated unique thinking ability and literary literacy.
However, there are still some shortcomings in plot construction and character creation, which makes it difficult to resonate with and attract readers' attention.
To a certain extent, it affects the overall quality and readability.
In view of the above reasons, your manuscript does not meet our publication requirements at present and will not be accepted.
At the bottom is the editing blog style and date.
When Sangzhi watched him reading the text, she felt the same nervousness as when she was in school and her teacher was checking her homework and grading her papers.
This will hold onto the sleeves tightly.
Jiang Yan noticed it and gently held her wrist as a comfort.
Just as everyone was staring at the editor nervously, the man suddenly smiled and raised his glasses. "This is not a rejection letter from our editorial department."
Um?
In an instant, several pairs of sparkling eyes stared at him!
When people are overly nervous or excited, they will be unable to speak for a short period of time. Jiang Yan only felt his arm tighten and immediately understood.
"Is there something wrong?"
"The tone and date match, and the envelope was sent from our newspaper, so that's true. But I didn't write this rejection letter."
Yes, even if eight years have passed, it is impossible for people not to recognize their own handwriting, right?
But this alone is not strong evidence.
The editor-in-chief didn't keep anyone in suspense.
"Generally, when our newspaper rejects a manuscript, the original copy and the rejection letter are both included. Furthermore, our newspaper's rules require that not only are there review comments, but the reviewer's signature must also be attached to the original rejection letter.
This proves that we have carefully checked it, but you see, this original document is clean and has nothing on it."
After he said that, he took out another manuscript from the table that also needed to be rejected.
Sure enough, in the upper right corner of the letter paper, there was huge lead type: Tui/Wang.
"And the content of the original manuscript is completely at odds with the analysis and comments in the rejection letter."
As a writer, I am very rigorous in this regard.
These words were like a blessing from heaven to Sangzhi.
This is the most powerful evidence, right?
Is her brother okay?
She originally wanted to share her happiness with Jiang Yan.
But when I turned my head to look at him, he looked thoughtful, and without waiting for Sangzhi to ask, he spoke to Editor-in-Chief Wang.
"Editor-in-Chief, I'd like to check out the newspaper from eight years ago. Do you still have it?"
That's right.
Since he said that the envelope, stamp and postmark are from here, but the rejection letter is not in his handwriting.
Then let him make a bold guess.
Could it be that the newspaper did send a letter to Brother Sangzhi, but not to reject the manuscript, but to announce that the manuscript had been accepted?
Otherwise, why not just use the existing rejection letter? There's no risk. Why make up another one?
If you want to dispel your suspicion, just flip through the newspaper and see if it is published.
Sangzhi understood this after a little thought, and tears filled her eyes with excitement!
For newspapers.
The printing and distribution of each issue of the newspaper is a recognition of their work and a review of history.
It is of great significance, how could it not be preserved?
Editor-in-Chief Wang was infected by their excitement and gave his colleagues a look with a smile.
Go ahead.
Aunt Lin understood and took a few people to the information room.
"All the newspapers from the past ten years are in there. You can find the newspaper you want based on the date on the rejection letter."
The wooden shelves were categorized and marked with the year, month, and day, so it was not difficult to find them. In less than five minutes, they pulled out several issues of newspapers with dates close to those of the rejection letters.
Although I have made a judgment in my heart.
But Sangzhi still didn't dare to look. It was only when she heard Aunt Lin's surprised voice that she opened her eyes in confusion.
"There really is a guest from Nanshan..."
Sangzhi took the newspaper with trembling hands.
After glancing at the three lines of content above, he urgently checked the pen name above.
It's him!
It’s big brother!
After the intense surprise, a mixture of resentment, helplessness and grievance rose in my heart.
The emotion was so intense and complex that it shocked her so much that she couldn't recover for a moment.
The article that my eldest brother submitted was actually published in the newspaper, which proves that he did not write such a rebellious article at that time.
He is recognized by the times and the mainstream media!
If that’s the case, then what are the significance of his eight years of labor reform?
What is lost youth?
What was the suffering of the original owner's brother and sister being separated, each of them wandering around, and their family being torn apart? !
You know, according to the story in the book, they all died.
Eight years ago, he was still a young man full of hope and had infinite aspirations for the future.
Have a bright future.
Just like that, this man who was full of talent had his future ruined by the drive of interests and conspiracy!
If their parents had not passed away and they were too young, how could their uncle's family succeed and how could all this have happened!
Thinking of this, she wanted to kill that family.
Two lines of tears flowed down without warning.
My future mother-in-law and Aunt Lin both felt regretful and emotional.
Seeing that she was excited, he left on his own initiative and gave the space to the young man.
Aunt Lin was a little worried.
"We're just going to leave it alone?"
Zhou Fangjun looked in that direction.
"She's feeling so pent up, she needs to let it out, otherwise it'll cause bad things to happen."
Just like her later married life.
How many times have I cried, how many times have I made a fuss, and how many tears have I shed.
If she hadn't had such strong faith, she would have died long ago.
Sangzhi just shed tears silently at first, but then the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. It wasn't just her elder brother, but also people of this era who had the same experience.
What if she didn't come?
What if the truth remains hidden?
Eight years, not eight days, not eight months, but eight full years.
These are the most precious eight years for young people.
How many eight years can we have in our life?
Those bastards, damn bastards!
The crying became louder and louder, as if she wanted to vent all her grievances.
She was crying so hard that she was out of breath. Jiang Yan didn't interrupt her at first, thinking that it was good for her to vent her emotions and cry.
But she was crying so hard that she was shaking all over.
I couldn't help but walk forward and hug her gently.
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