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Text 6. Bole has no right to speak

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    Ever since she read the first volume of "Those Things About the Song Dynasty" for Yang Min, the single mother no longer blamed Yang Yi.  She was only halfway through junior high school, and then delayed her studies because of the XX Revolution, and then went to the mountains and countryside to fight. Therefore, she was not as confident as her son, and firmly believed that this book called "Those Things in the Song Dynasty" could  Become type.  She simply thought that the things written by her son were really good. Even she, a middle-aged woman who was not interested in history at all, couldn't put down the book.  So for this reason, and Yang Yi's determination every time he talked about the prospects of this book, Yang Min could only give it a try and let his son throw the textbook aside when he came home.  .  More than ten or twenty days passed by in a flash, and Yang Yi never skipped classes these days.  He started working hard every day as soon as he arrived at school, and kept busy writing until night, when everything was quiet and there were no lights in sight. The speed of almost 10,000 words a day finally allowed him to get out of the "Song Dynasty" program the day after the high school entrance examination.  Volume One.  This is already his ultimate speed. After all, this is a text that recreates history. Even if it is written in the form of notes and in a joking tone, it still cannot be careless.  Whenever there are controversial historical doubts, Yang Yi will consult countless relevant materials, and then select the most credible statement and put it in the book, and also record other statements in the explanation column on the page.  For reference.  This is how "Those Things in the Song Dynasty", which embodies Yang Yi's hard work, came out.  On the night at the end of June, the refreshing coolness was gone. The intermittent chirping of insects could be heard outside the window, which was very helpful in calming the heat in my heart.  Yang Yi rubbed his sore eyeballs and grinned self-deprecatingly - I have to work so hard to copy books, I'm afraid I am the first person in history!  Then he took a deep breath and solemnly wrote his name at the end.  The next day, there was a more difficult battle waiting for him.   Get up early in the morning, bring a lot of change specially changed by his mother, Yang Yi embarked on the "journey" - that is, the journey. When writing "Song Dynasty", he vaguely had a grand idea about rebirth of life.  , and the publication of "Song Dynasty" is the first step in this journey of life.  We got on the bus, which cost only 80 cents at this time, and arrived at our first destination, Yuezhou People's Publishing House. This is the largest and oldest publishing house in Yuezhou City. It is a brother unit with the Provincial Xinhua Bookstore. If we can cooperate with  Once the publishing house has negotiated relevant matters, it will save a lot of trouble in terms of sales.  As soon as I walked into the publishing house, I felt a sense of tranquility that was different from other company units. It was probably due to the influence of the cultural atmosphere. Even in the old-fashioned reception window that resembled a hospital clinic, there were two receptionists, one male and one female.  It smells like a gentleman.  Walking up to him and saying hello politely, Yang Yicai pretended to be shy and asked about the submission without reservation, but he was suffering from the fact that this guy had already passed the age of being thin-skinned. Not only was he not nervous mentally, but he was also a bit nervous.  The helplessness and disgust caused by pretending to be young!  Otherwise, I'm afraid he could squeeze out two small blushes on his face to confuse people.  This is also a helpless thing. After all, he is a young kid clamoring to submit an article. If he cannot win people's sensual favor and sympathy in the first place, he is afraid that he will not bother to talk to him once he hears that he is here to submit an article.  .  If you pretend to be young, just pretend to the end.  Sure enough, after hearing their purpose, the faces of the man and woman inevitably had expressions such as astonishment, amusement, and doubt, but when they saw the not-so-thick stack of manuscript paper in Yang Yi's hand,  At that time, the younger woman hesitated for a moment, then pointed to an office next to the stairs and told Yang Yi to wait there.  After thanking him seriously, Yang Yi obediently followed the instructions and walked to the reception room, but a voice that was not deliberately lowered came from behind.  "Xiao Huang, are you serious? What kind of kid here is ignorant and comes here to make trouble and submit a few middle school student essays. You are also making noises. When the time comes, Director Li will find out and talk about you!" Yang Yi did not look back, thinking in his heart  But he kept smiling bitterly. In the end, it's not all because of people looking at people through colored glasses. With his appearance, if he can publish one or two essays in the middle school student essay selection, he is considered to be an outstanding young man. This is a serious matter.  If you go to one of the top publishing houses in the province and openly say that you want to submit your manuscript, it’s natural that you won’t be welcomed!  Fortunately, they didn't embarrass me in person.  However, the receptionist called "Xiao Huang" was really conscientious and did not have the indifferent and perfunctory attitude of later generations of state-owned unit personnel. After replying "Forget it, I'd better go and inform you",  He came out of the reception window, smiled at Yang Yi who was standing at the door of the reception room, and walked into an office further inside.After waiting for a long time, just when Yang Yi was a little bored, the receptionist walked by the door and glanced at Yang Yi curiously. Then a young voice came from outside the door: "Sister Huang, you are here.  The reception room, okay, I'll come." Then, a tall young man broke in.  Yang subconsciously stood up and wanted to shake hands, but the person was startled: "Hey, Sister Huang said it was a child, but this is too young, little brother, have you graduated from junior high school?" He resisted the urge to shrug and roll his eyes.  , Yang Yi nodded steadily and smiled: "Graduating from the third year of junior high school." He said and stretched out his right hand again.  This calmness that was not commensurate with his age immediately amazed the young people who came in. The half-year-old child in front of him was generous and well-mannered, and he was actually more stable than himself. In comparison,  On the contrary, he became more like a child.  He stretched out his hand and shook Yang Yi's hand, feeling a little bit amused in his heart. The young man smiled bitterly and shook his head and motioned for Yang Yi to sit down. His eyes naturally glanced at the pile of manuscript paper in the boy's hand: "Little classmate, are you here  Submission? Isn’t it a collection of essays?” Yang Yi hesitated when he heard this: “This is really not an essay!” He pushed the manuscript in front of the young man.  For a moment, he didn't know what to say. The young man simply took the manuscript and glanced at the first page casually. In his heart, he was thinking about what to say later, so as not to make this person feel very angry.  The boy who is big but not obnoxious will not be unable to get off the stage.  How about giving him guidance on how to write, and then gently persuading him to point out the problems with his manuscript?  Starting from hobbies, I think it will make him listen.  However, when the young man saw Yang Yi's description of the strange omens when Zhao Kuangyin was born, he couldn't help but smile. Then he realized something was wrong. He raised his head and glanced at Yang Yi with a face full of surprise, and then immediately lowered his head.  It's a bit of a surprise.  And as he gradually deepened, this young man who had just graduated from college and could still be called the proud son of heaven in 1998, immediately discovered what was unique about Yang Yi's stack of manuscripts.     Book!  Nice book!  A beautiful book describing history!  ??Do ordinary people want to read a book about history?  Want to see it! ? Like to watch?  Most people don’t like to watch it!  Because of the particularity of historical writing, the works of ordinary historians, their language and narrative methods are always highbrow, and the public always regards them as daunting.  “What the common people like to hear and see more is old people’s stories about ancient times, narrative operas, paintings in comic books, and stories written in legends. They like the kind of lively history that ordinary people can understand.  And the pile of words in my hand is undoubtedly a text that meets this standard very well.  The most important thing is that the things described in this stack of manuscripts are not historical events that are deliberately exaggerated in order to attract attention, or even things that do not exist at all.  The words written by this young man are basically well-founded and reliable.  Some of the allusion materials are a bit difficult even for this young man who graduated from a Chinese major.  Fascinating writing skills, unprecedented interpretation mode!  The humorous ridicule makes people laugh, and the praise of integrity touches the depths of the Chinese people's soul!  The combination of countless advantages made this book capture his heart at once.  Seeing the young man in front of him looking like he was immersed in the joy of reading and unable to extricate himself, Yang Yi vaguely recalled how he looked when he first read "Ming Dynasty" in front of him. There were some familiar Coke scenes, so he coughed lightly and said: "  Excuse me, does this manuscript meet your publishing standards? " Unexpectedly, the young man opposite said "hmm" unconsciously and did not listen to Yang Yi's words at all. Seeing his appearance, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel a little sad.  Feeling proud to be recognized, he had no choice but to tap his finger on the table: "Excuse me" Before he could finish his words, he received a few blank looks. The young man who was immersed in the text was reading something attractive, but unexpectedly he was  Suddenly interrupted, I naturally felt very unhappy. I raised my head angrily and my face collapsed: "What's the matter with you" Before he finished speaking, the young man who suddenly realized what he was doing paused, and then became abnormal.  Feeling embarrassed, he smiled sheepishly and said: "I'm sorry, this" But Yang Yi could understand his mood and approach very well, and he had the familiarity of meeting a fellow-minded person, so he quickly smiled and said: "  It's okay, I just want to ask, "What's wrong with my manuscript? It's very good!" The young man looked at Yang Yi with some confusion, and suddenly thought that he was boasting just now.??I wanted to guide others in writing, and my face suddenly felt a little hot. I was extremely glad that I was just thinking about it and luckily I didn't say it out loud.  I sighed in my head for a long time before I understood the meaning of Yang Yi's words: "Oh, oh, yes it's OK! It's absolutely OK. I'm sure I can get this manuscript. I'll show it to our editor-in-chief. Just wait.  "Waiting for a moment!" Without waiting for Yang Yi to reply, he grabbed the manuscript and rushed out of the door, banging chairs and doors along the way, causing Yang Yi to shake his head and be speechless.   "Editor-in-Chief, Editor-in-Chief, you have to read this manuscript!" Gregory rushed into his office. The young man was Mongolian. After studying in Beijing University, he liked literary creation and felt that he was used to seeing the scenery of the North, so  I came to the Jiangnan land of spring flowers and autumn moon. I stayed here for three years and learned a lot about publishing operations. I also encountered many good books that were praised by others, but there was never one like this boy's book today.  Like a manuscript, it captured his heart immediately.  After seeing that he had reminded him countless times, the Mongolian boy still looked impatient and stubborn. The editor-in-chief of social sciences and novels of Yuezhou People's Publishing House, Mr. Li, was both funny and angry: "Okay, okay.  "Why are you so anxious?" "Didn't Sister Huang in the reception room just say that a boy came to submit a manuscript? It's a good book. You have to read it!" Gregory handed it over in a hurry.  The manuscript paper was written on the paper, with a serious look on his face: "Look!" Old Master Li finished checking the manuscript and looked at Gregory with confusion. Although this young man was not a mature person, his literary level was still not high. Usually,  The submissions he handled were not only one or two, but it was the first time that he looked so anxious and anxious like today.  So I took off my reading glasses and rubbed my eyes, put them on again, and read the manuscript in my hand carefully.  But before he finished reading the first page, the old master raised his eyebrows and looked unhappy. When he finished reading the first page, the old man's face changed with anger: "Nonsense, what kind of mess is this, history?"  Can you write like this?" The Mongolian boy who was fully prepared to hear the praise was stunned for a moment, thinking that it would be fine if there was no unexpected praise, but why was he still not recognized?  "But this manuscript" Gregory wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the blushing old man before he could say anything.  "Nothing but! What is history? History is serious and serious. How can this kind of glib tone be used in governing history?" The old man seemed to be really angry and threw away a stack of manuscript papers.  He threw it back into the arms of the Mongolian boy.  Why don’t you say history is still exciting and lively!  Gregory was unwilling to do so, but he did not dare to say such words that would add fuel to the fire.  At this time, Yang Yi, who had already been shocked by the movement next door, listened to the conversation in the office at first glance. He was disapproving of the old editor inside and felt helpless.  For a moment, I was extremely disappointed, both for this untimely view and for this lost publishing opportunity.  I just read my own book. After that, those nonsense plays said that the crooked historical TV series had been moved to the screen. Can this old man still be alive?  But he couldn’t get angry. Yang Yi felt a sad sense of respect for this old man he had never met before.  It is precisely because of these academic old people that some traditional things can be persisted. However, it is precisely because of their existence that serious history cannot withstand the torrent of jokes.  But it seems that I am looking for other ways.
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