A journey through time and space

It's past two o'clock.

When Miaomiao was about to take a nap, Xiaojie was kicked out of the house by Yan Xiaomi.

Anyway, after eating and drinking enough, this guy burped happily and strolled back to his home. After almost half of the food in his stomach was digested, Xiaojie changed into sportswear. No sneakers, only canvas shoes, so he just made do. He followed Yan Xiaomi's example and went out for a run.

One lap... three laps... run around the community to keep fit.

Xiaojie thought that his inability to perform Tai Chi might have something to do with his poor physical condition. Just like Taekwondo skills, I only have the experience and skills in my mind, but I can't use them to the maximum extent. I don't have enough strength, not enough reaction, and not enough endurance. For example, in that fight with Liu Qitian's son Wang Cen, in terms of technique, Xiaojie, who had read many Taekwondo skill books, was obviously better than Liu Tian. Even if it wasn't much higher, the level was still about the same. However, Xiaojie suffered a loss during the fight. On the contrary, he was always at a disadvantage. In the end, he relied on the blood bottle, a consumable item obtained from a lottery, to unexpectedly turn the situation around. This has taught Xiaojie a lesson.

Kung Fu alone is not enough!

You also need to have physical fitness to cooperate!

Just like Tai Chi, if he eats a thousand Tai Chi skill books in the future, but if his strength is still the same as now, let alone a thousand books, even if he eats 10,000 books, he will never be able to achieve what Yan Xiaomi did in his life. The moment a palm knife cuts through curved scissors!

Get some exercise!

You have to do this step by step and persist!

From now on, it seems that I will have to run and do push-ups and the like every day.

After running for more than an hour, Xiaojie returned home sweating while running and walking. As soon as I walked in, my phone rang in my pocket and a call came.

"Hello, who is this?"Xiaojie gasped.

"Hello, Teacher Xiaojie, we are from North China Children's Publishing House."There was a middle-aged man's voice over there, which was a bit hoarse.

As soon as Xiaojie heard this, he went to the toilet and grabbed a towel to wipe his sweat. As he wiped it, he said,"Oh, I'm sorry, I have never written a children's book. The middle-aged man was startled and said with a smile:"I know you have never published children's books. We all know this." I'm looking for you because I want to talk to you about other publishing matters. As far as we know, the modern poems you wrote have not been published yet, right? If the copyright is not in your hands, forget it, but I haven’t seen any genuine copies on the market. Xiaojie was stunned, threw down the towel and said:"My poem?""

"Yes, we want to create an anthology for you, specifically to include all your articles and poems.

The middle-aged man said:"Shall we come out to talk?" Or come to our publishing house?"

Xiaojie is very interested in this thing. At noon, he was worried about how to maintain his popularity during this difficult period of no work and no exposure.Good things come to your doorstep. In fact, Xiaojie has never thought about publishing a collection of poems before. But he knew it was difficult. Those who can actually publish collections of poems and essays. Who is not a famous master? certainly. There are also some people who are not famous people who have published anthologies. Maybe bought. Maybe it depends on relationships. But sales were too poor. It's better not to come out. I won’t talk about this anymore.

Xiaojie always thought. I want to publish a collection of poems. The biggest difficulty is that he debuted too late. Only a few months. Therefore, there are only a few poems and essays created. What is the concept of several poems? Even if the font is maximized. One page fills a poem. How many pages are there in total? Forget about publishing. Even a brochure is too thin! Xiaojie himself was unwilling to take out all the classic poems and essays from his world in one go. That thing needs to be used one at a time! It must be kept on the blade. So after he thought about publishing a collection of poems, he dropped the idea. Unexpectedly, someone actually came to the door this time."Okay. I'll go there"

"I see you are out of breath. Did you just come home?"

"Always at home. hehe. I just went for a run"

"How about I come over to your house? You pick the place. Mainly depends on you"

"It doesn't matter. I also want to visit your publishing house. Please give me an address. I'll drive there."

Hang up the phone. The phone also received the address from the other party. Xiaojie took a simple shower and washed away the smelly sweat on his body. Then he drove over and looked for it.

North China Children's Publishing House.

The headquarters is in Beijing. But the address is a bit out of the way.. When he was not waiting at the red light on the way from District 8 of the city, Xiaojie also used his mobile phone to check the situation of this publishing house online. Only then did he realize that there are many children's publishing houses across the country, but none of them publish children's books. There are even some called children's publishing houses, which don't even publish children's books. They only produce some traditional novels or even online novels, which have nothing to do with"children".

In the yard, Xiaojie found the main building and walked in.

Just now As soon as he entered the front desk area, Xiaojie was recognized by a little girl at the front desk, and the little girl said:"Teacher Xiaojie, are you here? I'll take you upstairs.

Xiaojie smiled and said,"Thank you.""

"You're welcome. The little girl then led Xiaojie to the third floor.

She knocked on the door, and the girl at the front desk pushed in and said,"Editor Qu, Teacher Xiaojie is here.""

The man stood up and came over to greet me, smiled and stretched out his hand,"Hello, Teacher Xiaojie, my surname is Qu, Qu Yuan, I have known you for a long time. Judging from the voice, it was the middle-aged man who had just talked to him on the phone.

Jie shook hands with him and said,"It's all a bad reputation.""

"Hearing you say that, I feel a little embarrassed. Qu Yuan smiled and waved his hands and said,"To be honest, everyone who sees you helping Su's father to seek justice will be impressed." They actually fired you for this? Humph, they are simply blind when they leave such a talented person like you unused." Qu Yuan's words revealed his deep appreciation for Xiaojie and his dissatisfaction with the publishing house.

Xiaojie smiled softly,"Maybe they have their own considerations."

"consider? They only think about how to make money! Qu Yuan sneered,"If you were in our publishing house, don't talk about that live broadcast - it was obviously due to your kind nature. Even if you really made a big mistake, we would hold you tightly." You don’t let go. A talent like you is like a golden mountain or a money tree. Who would be willing to let it go?"

There were other people in the room, about three or four, all staff of the publishing house. Qu Yuan introduced them to Xiaojie one by one, both men and women.

After getting to know each other, Xiaojie also sat down and said,"About the anthology. , I’m not quite sure yet. I'd like to know how you plan to publish it? Are there enough pages? Qu Yuan showed a confident smile,"

That's enough, we are going to add exquisite illustrations.""

"illustration? Xiaojie was a little confused,"Isn't this enough?""

"Not only that," Qu Yuan explained,"there will also be translations and word analysis of the poems. Each poem will occupy three or four pages, with one page of illustrations, one page of the original text, and another one or two pages of analysis. Of course, we cannot write this analysis, and we dare not write it. No one dares to say that they can fully understand your work. These things still have to be done by you, the original author. Then, if you write a few more modern poems, it will definitely be a book. Xiaojie thought for a moment,"

The analysis is fine, but...could it be that the gold content is too low?""He always felt like he was trying to make up the number of pages.

A young man behind him said hurriedly:"It's not low at all! Of your works, if you take out any poem and make it into a booklet, people will rush to buy it!

Xiaojie laughed dumbly,"How big is the font!""

However, Xiaojie himself really wanted to publish an anthology. Firstly, it was for fame, secondly, to maintain his popularity, and thirdly, he could also make some extra money. So the price was quickly negotiated: the copyright was bought out for 400,000! After negotiating and drafting the contract, Qu Yuan and Xiaojie shook hands again and said,"Happy cooperation! Thank you very much for trusting our publisher. Leave the publishing and publicity to us. With your reputation and popularity in the capital, your sales will definitely not be low. He paused and added:"It's the thing that analyzes verses."……"

"no problem. Xiaojie responded happily:"I will write to you tomorrow when I get back."

Qu Yuan admired Xiaojie's high efficiency very much,"Thank you for the hard work!" In fact, there is no problem in submitting the manuscript within a month. After all, the workload of analysis is not small. Well, we may also need a preface or wedge or a summary of the collection of poems similar to the preface."

"sequence?"Xiaojie blinked.

"right. Qu Yuan nodded,"You can write whatever you want. It's best if it echoes the content of the collection." Otherwise, the first page would just be the main text of the collection, and I always feel like something is missing."

"Understood. Xiaojie looked around and asked,"Do you have a pen?" Qu Yuan's eyes lit up,"

Write it now?" Of course!"Others were also very excited. After all, not everyone is lucky enough to witness Xiaojie's creative process. Someone suggested:"How about writing with a brush? In this case, your fonts can be directly used as covers or catalogs, which is much more flavorful than regular computer fonts.

Qu Yuan agreed:"What a great idea!" I heard that Teacher Xiaojie’s handwriting is very beautiful."

"OK."Xiaojie responded nonchalantly. Soon someone brought pens, ink, paper and inkstones and took the initiative to grind the ink for Xiaojie. Others took out cameras to record this rare moment.

Thinking of"My Confession" and"Prison Song""The death written in"Xiaojie" picked up a brush and wrote a line of preface on rice paper:"Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves - Xiaojie."