At this moment, Ye’s father handed the paper in his hand to Ye’s mother beside him.

Until after watching it, Ye's mother showed deep shock: "Xiao Li, did you write this?"

"Yes." Ye Li nodded and said, "Yes, this article was written by Zheng Zhen, the editor of the Morning Post this morning, and I drove it out. It may be published in the literary supplement of the Morning Post tomorrow."

He looked at his father.

Ye's father suddenly sighed softly: "I am so ashamed. Child, I read other people's manuscripts in the publishing house every day, commenting on others, and giving guidance to others, but I ignored everything at home and almost didn't give you any help. And you can write so well, I can't give you any guidance."

However, even though he said this, he still pointed a few places on the paper, which were some grammatical errors and some regularization of the text, such as the accuracy of the quantifier, etc.

Ye’s father continued: “Since you can serialize it in the morning newspaper, it already shows how outstanding this article is. However, your accumulation is not enough and you cannot be complacent.”

"Yes." Ye Li nodded. He took out this article just to make his parents no longer worry about him and give them more confidence.

"The newspaper also began to publish He Yu's articles. Take them back to the room and take a look at them carefully to figure out other people's strengths and weaknesses." Ye's father's voice was a little solemn.

Ye Li nodded. He knew that He Yu was trained by his father. His father must be very conflicted, right?

As a son, you must do your best for your father.

"Also, you wrote in the article that your mother asked me to tell her shortcomings, and then I gave your mother a big bouquet of roses?" Ye's father looked a little serious.

"That's right..." Ye Li's body, sitting in the position, moved towards his mother, and was about to speak.

But Ye’s father waved his hand and interrupted him, and said to Ye’s mother: “This child is very smart and knows I will do this, but there is no need for roses. Let’s go to the supermarket to choose some plants at night?”

Ye’s mother smiled slightly: “Okay.”

Ye Li didn't expect that the excuse he made was completely useless.

When he returned to the room, he heard Ye’s father’s voice coming from the door: “Xiao Li, let’s go out first. Don’t be lazy. Since it is a column, you must keep the quality and quantity.”

The voice gradually faded away, and there was a trace of warm laughter from Ye’s mother and the laughter of Ye’s father.

Obviously, Ye’s father was always very happy after knowing that Ye Li could post in the morning newspaper, and just was just suppressing his laughter.

A smile appeared on Ye Li's mouth.

"This is the atmosphere of home. It's so good."

Back in the room, Ye Li began to read He Yu's article carefully.

He gradually realized the difference between his article style and the other party.

With his father's correction, He Yu's articles seem very sophisticated and are seamless in all aspects. With He Yu's own classical knowledge accumulation, the writing is used freely and adapts to this era. When you look at it at first, you also feel that the writing has a lot of connotations.

Although his own articles are both commercialized, they tend to be Westernized and seem easy to understand, but the text seems relatively simple.

Ye Li slowly clenched his fists.

He is looking forward to the publication of his book quickly. It is precisely because his words are simple that it makes people addicted to it. The connotation he wants to express is an emotional feeling outside of the words, and can only be felt after he has to devote himself to reading.

At the same time, he felt a sense of urgency to enhance himself.

He has to work hard to improve his skills.

With his current knowledge and experience, he is far from enough to control so many excellent works in his memory.

Thinking of this, he quickly modified all the questions raised by his father and sent them to Zheng Zhen. After remembering these mistakes in his mind, he began to prepare for a new article.

Now for him, he must race against time.

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In the early morning, Li Zhuyue sat quietly on the seventh floor of the Southern Newspaper Building, and in front of him were many literary and artistic supplements of newspapers, arranged neatly.

An editor of the Morning Post passed by the door, glanced at it only and couldn't help but smile and said, "Xiao Li, your article is getting better and better, getting closer to the level of the supplement."

"Thank you, Editor Dong." Li Zhuyue stood up and said humbly.

"Are you studying the literary supplements of other newspapers? Not bad, come on." The editor slowly moved away, and his eyes were full of praise. Li Zhuyue was just a student of the first-year high school, but he was out of the aphrodisiac. Not only was his literary style calm, but he also made very fast and sharp progress, far superior to other students, and even approached some authors who could send newspapers.

It’s just because I’m too young and if I can publish an article too early, I won’t be able to temper myself enough, and my growth may be limited in the future.

"Young man, it's better to have more precipitation..." The editor shook his head and left.

Li Zhuyue repeatedly read the articles in the newspapers and magazines, slowly pondering them, and felt more and more profound. At this moment, he knew the direction of his efforts, which was completely different from the compositions of students in the school.

"Now, I should be able to win the Nobel Prize in Literature in the first high school, right?" Li Zhuyue was a little fascinated. When she was in her second year of high school, she failed and did not hold the golden cup she had always dreamed of. At that time, she felt that the school favored the senior high school students, but now she realized that she was too immature at that time.

But now he is in his senior year of high school, he already has absolute confidence.

"No, it's not just about winning this award, but about having a comprehensive advantage and killing others... If you win this award, it means that you recognize me and meet my father's requirements. If you register for the college entrance examination, I can choose the Chinese department!"

Thinking of this, Li Zhuyue became a little excited.

Different from those paper articles, he feels that what he is stronger lies in his will and his advanced wisdom, which is not just a single article that can be represented.

This is the result of all the literary supplements and well-known novels on the market for more than a year.

He firmly believes that the emperor will pay attention to those who are interested, and his true style is being revealed.

At this moment, the editor hurried in and said to Li Zhuyue: "Xiao Li, today's literary supplement has come out. You can take a look and learn it."

"Yes." Li Zhuyue took over a new morning newspaper. He opened the literary supplement directly. The top of the page clearly read "Praise others sincerely."

Li Zhuyue thought about it carefully with a learning attitude.

Now he is an intern editor of Morning Post. With his talent, he has applied for an internship from the First High School and has been approved. After all, his grades have always been around 50 in the third year of high school, which is enough to be admitted to a key university.

Li Zhuyue slowly read it and felt that although the text above was ordinary, it was completed in one go, moving and inspiring.

"This author's writing style is very sophisticated and he writes very well. No wonder he can be the main article in the literary supplement!" Li Zhuyue praised, slowly comparing his own articles and realizing some of his shortcomings.

"Well, he has excellent experience, he can easily pick up all kinds of examples, understand the past and the present, and there are very touching emotions hidden in the story!"

Li Zhuyue looked at the author's "Tianli" and felt a little confused: "I have figured out the writing style of the authors who have been published in various newspaper supplements this year, but this author has never heard of it. Is it a new one?"

In the distance, Zheng Zhen walked over slowly.

Li Zhuyue stood up and said respectfully: "Hello Zheng." You should know that Zheng Zhen is now the backbone of newspapers and magazines, and the literary supplement he is responsible for can continue in times of crisis. It is quite not easy, and this has attracted the respect of others.

"Yes." Zheng Zhen nodded, glanced at the article above, but a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

According to the feedback from the newspaper today, it is very successful. As the main page, Ye Li's article has received feedback from many old readers, and he praised it for its good writing and it is very inspiring. Ye Li must have never expected it to be like this, right?

Originally, Zheng Zhen was planning to use Ye Li's fourteen years old to become a gimmick and become the hope for the revitalization of the Morning Post literary supplement, but this idea was rejected by the editor-in-chief.

Because in that case, if Ye Li's article is not good, it is likely that the morning newspaper will fall into a very passive situation and may even be attacked by others. Even if the article is good, it will be subject to a lot of doubts, so I can only slowly draw it.

At this moment, Zheng Zhen's eyes were filled with a hint of expectation and said to himself: "Ye Li, you are already standing on the shoulders of most people. I hope you can go on well and write more manuscripts as soon as possible, so as not to be affected by other things!";
Chapter completed!