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Chapter 20 1 Anger "Farewell to Cambridge"

Chapter 20 "Farewell Cambridge"

A boy younger than himself, with less experience than himself, who came in through the relationship of the editor-in-chief, actually taught himself like an elder. With that kind of tone, Chen Feng felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation enveloped him.

"Speaking like you can write prose poems? Can you write a set of words?" Chen Feng snorted coldly. "This is an article that Brother Tian personally ordered to be published. Don't you just say that you can't do it?"

"I've said it before, if the article is not good enough, it's useless for Tian Zhong to come over!"

"Very well, I'll see if you have the ability to make my article fail!" Chen Feng grabbed the manuscript from Lin Ruofeng's hands. "Don't blame me for my ugly words. If there is no problem with the manuscript, when Brother Tian comes over, even if I sue the editor-in-chief, I will resign you, so as not to let the literary club miss more good articles!"

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

At this time Tian Zhong came back from lunch, Chen Feng seemed to have caught a life-saving straw, and shouted: "Brother Tian, ​​Brother Tian, ​​you have to come and judge!"

"What's the matter?" Tian Zhong couldn't help asking after seeing Chen Feng.

"Brother Tian, ​​you told me to write the article I wrote last night, but the review editor who came out of nowhere didn't give it to me. I argued with him, but he said that even if Tian Zhong came, I haven't given it either." Chen Feng said as if complaining.

Tian Zhong frowned, glanced at Lin Ruofeng, and immediately read Chen Feng's manuscript.

It's well written, very similar to "Haiyan", and better than those prose poems written by Lin Yi. Although I don't know why Lin Ruofeng didn't give it to me, I have long disliked him, but now I let such a good article miss , even more contemptuous.

Chen Feng's article was arranged by Tian Zhong, and with Miki's "Hurrying", he wanted to set a record in one fell swoop, but Lin Ruofeng came out and let "Eagle" not pass. Isn't this cutting off his own money?
Thinking of this, Tian Zhong couldn't help being angry, and said to Lin Ruofeng: "Editor Lin, I think this article is considered a masterpiece, even the ones written by Lin Yi are not as good. The editor-in-chief has something to do with it, and you can't afford to do something that damages the literary club."

Lin Ruofeng smiled, this Tian Zhong put a big hat on himself as soon as he came. "Editor Tian, ​​the quality of the article is not up to standard. I won't approve it. This is beneficial to the Literature Society, but why is it harmful to you? Could it be that Editor Tian doesn't want the Literature Society to be better?"

Tian Zhong was taken aback, but Lin Ruofeng buckled his hat instead, and said, "Here is the article, if you say it's not good, it's not good?"

Immediately, Tian Zhong's voice became louder: "You show it to everyone, please read this article!"

"Brother Tian, ​​what's the matter? Why are you arguing?"

Zhu Yu, editor of military culture, ran over.

"what happened?"

A group of editors including Jin Juxing, who has heard strange things, Wang Xiaoya, who is from the fashion department, came to watch.

It seemed that Tian Zhong and Lin Ruofeng were expected to have conflicts, so everyone gathered around to watch the excitement.

"Editors, I am a writer under Brother Tian. Brother Tian personally asked me to write a prose poem, and I tried my best to write it out. However, this new editor is talking nonsense and saying that the quality is not good enough. , I hope everyone can help with the review!"

After Chen Feng finished speaking, Tian Zhong handed the manuscript to the editors. "Let's take a look, I can't find anything wrong with this article."

"I feel good!"

"Some interesting, some sentences are very exciting to read, excellent work!"

"Yes, this kind of article is considered a masterpiece, and it is usually used as the front page!"

All the editors were discussing, only Wang Xiaoya approached Zixin with a smile. "Sister Zixin, that editor Lin is in trouble again! I read Chen Feng's article, and it's really good. Although it's a serious follow-up to "Haiyan", it's much better than Lin Yi's!"

Ye Zixin smiled faintly. "He's right!"

Wang Xiaoya was taken aback, she naturally knew who "he" was referring to, she couldn't help wondering: "Sister Zixin, when did you have so much confidence in him!"

Ye Zixin smiled and said, "Because what he said makes sense!"

Wang Xiaoya: "."

"What about Editor Lin, do you still want to stick to your ideas?" Tian Zhong asked contemptuously, a little boy who came in to gain knowledge by relying on connections, can only rely on this method to attract attention.Thinking that if Lin Ruofeng showed sincerity, it might be possible to give him some unimportant articles to gain experience. Now Tian Zhong decided that all future manuscripts would not be reviewed by him.

"Editor Tian, ​​it's fine if the writer doesn't know how to write prose poems, even you, an editor, can't read them!" Lin Ruofeng shook his head.

"What did you say?"

"Have you read "Haiyan" carefully? Have you read the articles about prose poetry? Fortunately, these articles were published in literary journals." Lin Ruofeng said contemptuously. "The above explained the prose poem clearly, but editor Tian still can't understand it. No wonder even this kind of prose poem that has been learned superficially is called a masterpiece. Editor Tian, ​​you still don't understand prose poetry!"

Hearing Lin Ruofeng's words, Tian Zhong's eyes burst into anger, and the last sentence blatantly satirized him for not being able to read texts.

I have been an editor for nearly ten years, and the number of reviewed articles is not to mention [-], but also [-]. Such experience is actually looked down upon by a kid who just left school and came in through connections.

"Hahaha, good!" Tian Zhong laughed angrily. "According to what Editor Lin said, I think I know prose poetry very well, so why not ask Editor Lin to make a prose poem to teach me how to write prose? Let everyone see how powerful Editor Lin's prose poems are, even "The Eagle" "This excellent work can't pass the test!"

"Tian Zhong is going crazy, this is the rhythm of tearing his face!"

"The "Eagle" is well written. The new boy deliberately finds fault in order to attract attention. How can Tian Zhong not teach him a lesson!"

"It's true, it's good to teach a newcomer a little lesson, so as not to find fault from time to time!"

"Tian Zhong is ruthless, what kind of prose poems can this new boy make!"

"Young people, it's normal to be arrogant, but this kind of prose poetry has just emerged, and many people haven't studied it thoroughly. He is a fresh graduate, alas!"

Hearing the whispers of an editor next to him, Tian Zhong looked at Lin Ruofeng with a sneer. "What's the matter? Editor Lin wasn't talking about it just now, but now he's withering? We're listening to your prose poems with all our ears!"

"Sister Zixin, Tian Zhong is so cunning. If prose poems can be made casually, then Chen Feng doesn't have to imitate "Haiyan"! Now that Lin Ruofeng is embarrassing enough!" Wang Xiaoya said softly.

Ye Zixin heard the words, and couldn't help but glanced at Lin Ruofeng worriedly, only to see Lin Ruofeng was also looking at him, her heart couldn't help jumping, but she heard Lin Ruofeng's voice ringing in her ears.

"Gently I go,
as I came gently;
I waved softly,

Farewell to the clouds of the western sky.

The golden willows on the river bank,

the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,

rippling in my mind.

Nymphs on the ooze,

Oily swaggering underwater;

In the soft waves of the Cam River,
I am willing to be a water plant!
That pool under the shade of elm,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed among the floating algae,

Precipitated rainbow-like dreams.

Dreaming?Hold up a long pole,
Strolling back to where the grass is greener;

A boat full of stars,
Sing in the stars.

But I can't play songs,

Quietly is the flute of parting;

Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!

I left quietly,

As I came quietly;
I waved my sleeves,
Do not take away a cloud. "

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