Lao Wang's surname is Wang, but he is indeed not Lao Wang next door. This sentence is a bit contradictory, but Lao Wang really didn't waste much time explaining this matter to others.

As for the reason, of course it was still the bad meme that became popular at some point. In addition, Lao Wang is a middle-aged man with a bit of baldness and a slightly bulging belly. This led to everyone sometimes making jokes and talking about it.

The look in his eyes becomes a little weird...

Hey, you guys, have you lost your mind by watching those crappy Neon movies?!

Let’s not talk about how Lao Wang knew that they had watched those shabby movies. All in all, Lao Wang is a decent person! He can’t be more decent, and he even has a little bit of self-cultivation!

Putting these aside, at this moment, after chatting with his colleagues for a few words, Lao Wang, whose real name is Wang Gebi, sat down at his work station holding his own thermos cup.

It is normal for people to feel inexplicably tired and listless when they reach middle age. Therefore, Lao Wang soaked a lot of wolfberry in his thermos cup.

If he wanted to refresh himself, Lao Wang still had a lot of tea stuffed in his drawer. There was no other way. Lao Wang couldn't get used to the kind of coffee that young people often drink, so he could only rely on tea to stay alive.

Frankly speaking, reviewing pure literature is much more tiring than reviewing those fashionable new novels. After all, although the volume is large, the most important thing is to review whether it has novelty and commercial value. Like the one reviewed by Lao Wang and others

Therefore, every manuscript must be written with great concentration, for fear of missing some exquisite details or neglecting the profound thoughts that the novel wants to convey.

After all, those bastard writers are really good at cursing, and the scolding is quite tactful. Once their manuscripts are not selected, they will lightly mention something like "now" on some platforms or interviews or some of their other works.

The editors may be slightly lacking in artistic accomplishment, or in other words, their literary aesthetics have deteriorated with the times." Balabala...

damn it!

You didn’t even look at what you were writing about first?!

Although I really want to scold you like this, it is not uncommon for editors to miss really good works. Once this happens, the publishing house will be embarrassed to some extent, and then the editor below will

The days will be a little sad for a short time...

In order to avoid this situation, Lao Wang could only devote 12% of his energy to reviewing these manuscripts.

Frankly speaking, after being an editor for so many years, Lao Wang has some experience.

The core thing is that it is clear at a glance that a good book will be good. Although it can often unfold a great narrative in the place where you least expect it, there is no doubt that its excellence is absolutely clear at a glance, unless it is really transcendent.

There are too many times.

When encountering this kind of thing, even if it would be nailed to the pillar of shame in history as a joke, Lao Wang would admit it. After all, he had actually read such an awesome manuscript...

Putting aside these rare cases, it is obvious at a glance that good writing is good, so those novels that are passable or even a little low-level will sometimes make people confused and confused.

The author seems to have expressed a lot of things, but being limited by his level will make the whole novel seem boring or even boring.

Many times, what Lao Wang needs to do is to identify which novels are passable and which are novels that are not good enough to make up the numbers. As for the kind of novels that are clearly good just mentioned, throughout Lao Wang's entire editing career

Basically I have never encountered this situation.

After all, if you want to write something like that, how can you write it without some polishing and profound accumulation?

And this kind of people usually have a certain reputation in the literary world. Naturally, it is impossible for the manuscripts of such people to fall into the hands of Lao Wang for review. Putting aside this situation, if it is the kind of real person

It is true that some literary geniuses can write remarkable words in their humble beginnings. However, looking at the entire history of literature, how many such geniuses are there?

Shaking his head, he took a sip of the tea that he had brewed with a lot of wolfberry. After cheering up, Lao Wang adjusted his glasses, and then took out a manuscript from the side that he was going to review today.

Lao Wang, who had just received it and had not yet opened it, was stunned when he saw the cover. The reason is simple. The pen name of this contributor seemed to be 'Literary Man'?

After blinking and confirming again that the two words on the cover, which seemed to be handwritten and quite powerful, were indeed 'literary man', Lao Wang was speechless for a moment.

Literary giant, or literary giant, God knows how important this title is for pure literary writers. Even today's literary masters who are Nobel Prize winners would never dare to easily put this title on themselves.

body, because this title belongs to those masters who have truly left their names in the history of literature and are still shining brightly today!

And use this title as his pen name...

It can only be said that the author of this article is either too crazy or the so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers...

Shaking his head and sighing with emotion, Lao Wang stopped thinking about it and opened the manuscript, and the title of the novella appeared in front of Lao Wang.

"Metamorphosis..."

After thinking about the title for a while, Lao Wang looked at the main text. The first sentence of the main text made Lao Wang's hand that wanted to pick up the tea cup suddenly freeze. Then, the first sentence of the main text made him deep.

It caught Lao Wang's eyeballs so deeply that he could no longer think about anything else.

The first sentence of the text is: "One morning, Gregor Samsa woke up from restless dreams and found himself transformed into a huge beetle lying in bed."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Withdrawing his hand that had nowhere to rest, Lao Wang's sitting posture became more solemn for some reason, because his middle-aged and somewhat cloudy eyes gradually became brighter at this moment.

Got up.

As Lao Wang slowly read on, the overall appearance of the novella was revealed to Lao Wang bit by bit.

........"Ah, my God," he thought, "How could I have chosen such a tiring job alone? Running around for many years is much harder than sitting in an office. In addition, there are often

The troubles of going out, worrying about changing trains, irregular and poor food, and the people who meet by chance are always casual acquaintances, and it is impossible to have deep friendships, and they will never become close friends. Let all this go to hell

Go for it!”

.........

But, sir," cried Gregor, unable to control himself and forgetting everything in his excitement, "I was just about to open the door. A slight discomfort and a sudden onset of dizziness prevented me from getting up. I

I'm still lying in bed now. But I'm already recovered. I'm about to get out of bed now. Just wait for me for a minute or two!

...........

"Mother, mother," whispered Gregor, looking up at her. This made his mother scream again. She jumped away from the table and fell into the arms of her father who rushed to help her.

.

.........

The serious injury Gregor suffered left him unable to move for a month - the apple still remained on him, and he did not dare to take it off, as if it were a public souvenir - his injury seemed to make him unable to move.

The father also remembered that he was a member of the family. Although he was unfortunate now and his appearance made people look disgusting, he should not be regarded as an enemy. On the contrary, family responsibilities required everyone to suppress their disgust.

And to treat it with patience can only be patience, and nothing else will help.

...........

"Dear Mom and Dad," my sister said, patting the table with her hand as an introduction, "Things can't go on like this any longer. You may not understand, but I do. There is nothing I can do against this monster.

He called him brother, so what I mean is: we must get him away. We have taken care of him and treated him with the utmost kindness and righteousness. I don’t think anyone can blame us for it."

...........

They became silent and unnaturally exchanged knowing glances. They made up their minds that it was almost time to find a good son-in-law for her. As if to confirm their new dreams and beautiful plans, they decided during the journey

At the end, their daughter was the first to jump up and stretch her youthful body a few times.

Little by little, Lao Wang, who saw the last part with a solemn gaze, was speechless for a long time. When he finally escaped from the story of this novella, Lao Wang's mind was filled with the same story.

Words: "Master!"

He is still the kind of master who can be called a master just by relying on this novel!

grass!
Chapter completed!