Chapter 233

And below are the Weibo links one by one.

Some people who love the song posted their personal experiences on the super topic.

"I just listened to this song by accident and it resonated with me. I was sad about my mediocrity in the past thirty years, but after the sadness, I felt relieved!"

"I took the postgraduate entrance exam three times, but this year I only got 6 points, and still failed. I'm 26 years old, and I'm still trying to find my own path in life."

"I love it. It sings for ordinary people like us, and for people like us who struggle in loneliness but are unwilling to be mediocre."

“Even people in their twenties can relate to this song when they listen to it. At that time, many people thought they were the protagonists, but they had to give it up.”

……

After reading this experience, Zhang Qingxian felt a little sad.

This is a normal song.

Just like that, his cell phone rang.

Zhang Qingxian calmed himself down and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Xia."

"Director Zhang, I heard that you withdrew from the competition. Do you have any plans for your next book?"

Xia Lin didn't waste any words and spoke directly.

Ever since The Wandering Earth was completed, he has been considering whether to give Zhang Qingxian a suitable opportunity to write.

Unfortunately, Zhang Qingxian is currently busy filming movies and variety shows, and is really too busy.

Xia Lin could only wait for the strength in his body to pass.

He waited and waited, and finally waited for this moment.

Then he dialed Zhang Qingxian's number.

Zhang Qingxian hesitated to speak.

He had forgotten how to write.

"not yet."

"Director Zhang, this book has become very popular because of The Wandering Earth."

"In recent times, it has been on more than ten episodes and is very popular!"

"I can use your popularity to publish a novel. It will become a hit without any promotion!"

Xia Lin tried to persuade Zhang Qingxian.

He talked about the truth for a long time and explained a lot of principles.

Zhang Qingxian had to agree even if he didn't want to.

After all, he really had nothing important to do during this period of time.

Publishing a book will not affect him.

"Okay, I will try my best."

Xia Lin was overjoyed when he saw that Zhang Qingxian was convinced by him.

Immediately gave instructions to Zhang Qingxian.

"I suggest you stick with science fiction!"

"You are already China's number one science fiction writer. If you publish another science fiction novel in the future, it will definitely be loved by many people."

"Besides, there is a sci-fi trend emerging in China, it will definitely be very popular!"

"Okay, okay, I'll do it then."

Zhang Qingxian didn't care at all, it was just a sentence.

He had a rough plan in mind.

This time, he plans to write a short story.

"Rural Teacher", written by Liu Cixin.

After explaining everything to Zhang Luyan, Zhang Qingxian went home.

Turn on.

He recalled the stories he had read in books in his previous life. They emerged bit by bit.

Since it was a short story, Zhang Qingxian only took one day to write the general content.

Two days later, he sent a paper to Xia Lin.

A phone call passed.

"Editor Xia, I wrote a new song in your email."

"So fast!" Regnar was stunned, then reacted.

Xia Lin couldn't believe his ears.

According to his idea, it would take Zhang Qingxian at least two weeks to figure it out.

And now, he actually told him that his book was finished?
Doesn't he have any bottleneck?
Zhang Qingxian said with a smile.

"I'm doing a short play. It won't be long."

"Short film?"

Xia Lin felt a little disappointed. After all, it was different from what he had expected. If it was a novel, it might have created another brilliant achievement.

He originally planned for Zhang Qingxian to publish another novel and publish it in the form of a column in a certain journal.

If it is a long story, it can also be written as a novel, but the result may not be so good.

In front of Zhang Qingxian, he did not answer directly.

After hanging up the call, he immediately opened his email to check.

Not long after, he keenly discovered the message sent by Zhang Qingxian.

There is a video in the message, open the video.

“Is the song “Rural Teacher” real?”

Hearing these two words, his heart sank again.

What Xia Lin wanted was something like a fantasy.

However, the name "Rural Teacher" leaves no room for imagination at all.

Still a bit earthy.

These two words alone are enough to put people off.

These are the things he dislikes most in school.

If this article had not been written by Zhang Qingxian, he would not have bothered to pay attention to it.

Xia Lin clicked on the video in the file thoughtfully.

I'll go talk to Zhang Qingxian and see if I can get a new one.

He waited patiently for the final result.

The writer added:
“This book is a little different from my past books.”

"Don't be fooled by the previous story. This is not what you think."

Just this one thing made Xia Lin a little confused.

What is this concept?
Isn't this an article about my hometown?
With a lot of questions in his mind, he continued reading.

"He's realized that, and it's a good lesson."

"Another sharp pain in his liver nearly knocked him unconscious. Unable to rise, he struggled to the window. The moon shone through the window, gleaming silver, making the small window sparkle like a door to another world, where everything was coated with a layer of silver, like a piece of silver-coated, indestructible snow. Trembling, he looked up and peered out through the crack in the window. The illusion suddenly vanished, and he saw the village where he had lived all his life.

Xia Lin's body, which was originally tilted, straightened up involuntarily.

His expression also became somewhat solemn.

No matter what style your work is.

This writing level is simply too high!
This short paragraph sets a sad tone for the entire article.

It would be a waste not to include this article in the Chinese textbook.

"Just then, a faint barking of a dog was heard in the village, and it sounded like a dog barking in a dream. In the moonlight, he looked at the yellow soil around the village, and suddenly felt that it was like calm water waves. If it was really a drought, then it couldn't be better. This has been five consecutive years of drought. If you want a good harvest, you must have water. He looked at the fields again, and then at the fields in the distance. Under the moonlight, they seemed like a giant climbing a mountain. There are only so many fields on this rocky mountain full of weeds. Not to mention machines, even livestock can't move them to other places."

(End of this chapter)