That night, Lin Chaoyang, Cheng Yin, Chen Huaikai and Jiang Huaiyan had a drink at Yanying Guest House and went home the next morning.

Tao Yushu was about to go to school and was a little surprised to see him come back.

"Didn't you take half a month's leave? Why are you back today?"

Lin Chaoyang smiled self-deprecatingly, "Get out of here!"

Tao Yushu expressed his confusion, "Get out of here? Didn't they invite you there?"

"What's wrong with asking me to go? I'm here to help, not to be an old lady!"

Tao Yushu frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Lin Chaoyang briefly described the situation to her. After hearing this, Tao Yushu said angrily: "You were invited by them, how could they do this?"

"What a conflict of ideas! They have already done so much work, and of course they cannot change their ways just because of my few words.

Since the problem cannot be solved, then solve the person who raised the problem. Besides, the problems I mentioned may not be problems in the eyes of some people."

Tao Yushu angrily defended Lin Chaoyang. He said, "Okay, this little thing has no impact on me. You can go to school quickly."

As soon as he mentioned going to school, Tao Yushu checked the time and saw that it was indeed a bit late. She hurriedly put on her coat and asked while putting on her clothes: "What are you going to do these days? Go to work?"

"I've applied for all my leave, what kind of class do I have to work for? It happens that Li Quanfu and his family are moving in two days, and my dad and I are going to the courtyard to study how to repair the house."

"That's fine."

It has been three months since they bought the courtyard house in Mianmian Hutong two years ago. Li Quanfu's family has been putting off moving out. They said it was difficult to rent a house during the period before and after the New Year. In fact, they just wanted to take advantage of it.

The more days you stay there, the less you pay in rent.

Before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Lin Erchun went to Mianmian Hutong to give an ultimatum. If his family refused to move out, he would go to the housing management office to talk.

After a little pressure, Li Quanfu and his family slowly started moving. They had just found a house recently and were preparing to move.

Tao Yushu went out to school, and Lin Chaoyang thought he had nothing to do, so he rode his bicycle to the Yanjing Municipal Cultural Bureau compound at No. 7 West Chang'an Street.

When I came here before, the building of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles always looked dilapidated and depressed. Now the cultural industry has ushered in a prosperous era, and even this place is much more lively than before. As soon as you enter the building, you can hear the voices coming from the offices of various affiliated associations of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

sound.

The sign in front of the editorial department of "Yenjing Literature and Art" has been changed to "Yenjing Literature". This is Lin Chaoyang's first visit after the publication changed its name.

The editors were a little surprised to see his arrival. Zhang Dening asked: "Chaoyang, why are you here?"

"Come and see you if you have nothing to do."

Zhang Dening was about to pour him some water. When he heard this, he stopped what he was doing and said, "I can believe it if you change your words."

After she exposed the lie mercilessly, Lin Chaoyang laughed and said, "You still understand me."

Zhou Yanru said to Zhang Dening: "He is a man who would not go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything."

Zhang Dening handed the teacup to Lin Chaoyang and asked: "What's the matter with you this time? You can't deliver me a manuscript, right?"

Over the past year or so, Lin Chaoyang's creative direction has focused on the field of novels. The page of "Yanjing Literature" cannot publish such long works, so Zhang Dening is no longer as interested in Lin Chaoyang's works as before.

Desire.

"It is indeed a manuscript delivery."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Dening was full of surprise, "You also have a conscience to discover it one day?"

Lin Chaoyang's head was full of black lines, "Don't go too far."

Zhang Dening stopped joking and put on a flattering smile on his face, "Did you write a short story or a novella? Or a script?"

"None of that."

Lin Chaoyang said, taking out a piece of manuscript paper from his arms.

"This...when did you write poetry?"

Looking at the poem on the manuscript paper, Zhang Dening asked a question.

"It wasn't written by me, it was written by a kid."

Zhang Dening glanced at Lin Chaoyang, "You are only in your early twenties. If you talk about someone else's child, how old is that person?"

"You take a look first."

After listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Zhang Dening focused on the poem - "The Sun of Al - Dedicated to My Thin Brother".

This poem is not long, only about two hundred words including quotations, but Zhang Dening read it very slowly.

For about ten minutes, I read this poem carefully four or five times, and kept trying to figure out the various intentions in it.

"Is this poem about Van Gogh?" she asked.

Thin brother, starry sky, sunflowers, red hair, absinthe... If Zhang Dening had seen this poem more than two months ago, she would have been confused, like falling into the clouds. These are related to her life and reading direction.

Irrelevant nouns are difficult for her to understand.

But just over two months ago, "The Death of Van Gogh" was published. As the first editor in Lin Chaoyang's life, Zhang Dening is now rarely responsible for publishing his works, but she still pays attention to Lin Chaoyang's works.

When "The Death of Van Gogh" was first published, she read the novel immediately.

She could not imagine that such a novel, which was set in nineteenth-century Europe and told the life story of Van Gogh, was actually written by the author she was most familiar with.

Her biggest feeling after reading the novel was that she really wanted to open Lin Chaoyang's head to see what kind of fantastic ideas were inside.

The whole novel not only perfectly balances storytelling and literature, but is also full of wild imagination and suspense, making people want to read it.

Many of the nouns mentioned in "The Sun of Arles - Dedicated to My Thin Brother" are very important elements in "The Death of Van Gogh", so after seeing this poem, Zhang Dening immediately reacted

Came over.

Then by constantly deducing the plot of the novel, I quickly understood the various intentions and emotions expressed in this poem.

Arles is the Provence region in southern France, famous for its wine production. It was the last place where Van Gogh stayed before his death. It was also the place where he had conflicts and conflicts with the post-impressionist painter Gauguin. Van Gogh even cut off one of his own ears because of this.

ear.

There is a small mental hospital in Arles, where Van Gogh was once treated. The title of the poem and the first line of the poem "Going to the South" refer to that place...

After annotating all the poems in his mind, Zhang Dening asked: "Who wrote this poem?"

"A student from Yan University, what do you think?"

Zhang Dening's eyes rolled on the manuscript paper, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "This author has a lot of ideas. Look at this paragraph, 'It erupted powerfully from the ground, as recklessly as a volcano... burning the starry sky into rough rivers, burning the land

Rotating, raising yellow spasmodic hands, the sunflower invites all those who draw chestnuts from the fire, no longer to paint the olive grove of Christ'.

This paragraph is so wonderful, it completely explains the character and psychology of Van Gogh, a genius. His colors are the colors of volcanic eruptions, the curved starry night, the burning land, and all plants and life raise their convulsive palms towards the sun.

.

He was talking about Van Gogh in this paragraph, and I felt that he was intertextualizing with himself. He projected his own spiritual world onto Van Gogh.

This student poet is not simple!"

At the end, Zhang Dening sighed, and she asked: "Has he ever published a collection of poems?"

"What kind of poetry collection has he published? He has never even published a poem. This is the first poem he wrote."

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Zhang Dening's face was full of surprise, "First time writing poetry?"

She looked at the poem manuscript in her hand again, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. She thought about the words for a long time, and finally said: "Your talent is really high!"

"The person I recommend will definitely be good!" Lin Chaoyang boasted.

"Tch!" Zhang Dening let out a scornful sound, "You are just a blind cat caught in a dead rat."

Lin Chaoyang snatched the poem manuscript from her hand and said, "If you don't want it, forget it. I'll recommend it to others."

"Hey!"

Zhang Dening hurriedly grabbed him and took the poem manuscript from his hand, "How can you be like you? You still want to take back the manuscript you sent."

She got up and came to the desk of a middle-aged editor, "Old Zhao, look at this poem. Writer Lin strongly recommended it!"

"Yanjing Literature" has a special poetry column, and Zhao Jinjiu is the editor in charge of the poetry column. He just listened to the discussion between Lin Chaoyang and Zhang Dening, and his heart kept tickling. Zhang Dening brought the poem manuscript over, and he immediately couldn't wait to read it.

After more than ten minutes, Zhao Jinjiu raised his head and said, "Okay! It's really extraordinary that a fledgling poet can write like this."

Hearing the approval from his editor-in-chief, Lin Chaoyang smiled and said: "It seems there is no problem in publishing."

Zhao Jinjiu said: "We still have to wait for the editor-in-chief to make a decision."

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

Lin Chaoyang said, wrote a mailing address on the paper and handed it to Zhao Jinjiu, "If the manuscript is submitted, please contact him."

Zhang Dening joked: "Comrade Chaoyang, you can do it now, are you going to become a literary scholar?"

"It's just a coincidence that Bole is not Bole. He is a loyal reader of mine, and he wrote this poem after reading the novel and being inspired by it.

Bring it to me for a look. I saw that it was well written, so I said I would find a magazine to recommend to you."

Zhang Dening listened to what he said and said, "No wonder, that's what happened."

After talking about poetry, Lin Chaoyang was about to leave when Zhang Dening asked casually: "What have you been busy with recently?"

"Nothing to do."
To be continued...