Goldfinger is a bit strange

When the Bluebird mobile phone held a press conference, Liu Qingshan was in his hometown, picking yew fruits with the villagers.

This year's fruits are particularly dense, and the pleasing little red beans are the best gift from nature.

"Be careful, this bean is worth several cents!" Zhang Ganzi shouted on the tree, his hands busy.

From time to time, he would throw one into his mouth.

"Uncle Ganzi, eat less, this is poisonous." Liu Qingshan on another branch reminded him.

The fruit of the yew is also slightly poisonous, so it has the effect of fighting poison with poison.

Zhang Dashuai on another branch took over the conversation: "Ganzi, you are dazzled, you look at this little red bean and think it is your wife's thing, and you always want to eat a few fruits, right?"

Zhang Ganzi was also unambiguous: "I just found out today that there are wild things."

Laughter rang out from the trees and under the trees.

There were many women working together, so they all started to laugh and curse.

This is how it is when working in the countryside, telling dirty jokes is common, everyone laughs and feels happy physically and mentally.

As a result, an accident happened while they were laughing. A young man from the village laughed too hard and fell directly from the tree.

Fortunately, they were all tied with safety ropes and swung back and forth in the air.

"Gou Shengzi, you unmarried young men just can't stand being teased, so you can't stand it, right?" Zhang Gan was very happy.

Marshal Zhang didn't look like an elder: "Gou Shengzi, did you see your sister-in-law under the tree?"

The so-called young men refer to those unmarried young men.

Liu Qingshan was shocked, but fortunately the safety measures were in place, so there was no accident, otherwise, if he fell from such a high tree, he would definitely fall badly.

After pulling Gou Shengzi back to the tree, the boy was also flushed and kept complaining about those old and indecent men.

Zhang Dashuai laughed: "I'll ask your aunt to help you find a good partner. Can a girl from the county town be okay?"

Speaking of finding a partner, it used to be very difficult. Now Jiapigou is famous for its reputation. Not to mention the girls in Qingshan Town, even the girls in the county are eager to marry here.

Gou Shengzi shook his head: "I want to learn from Brother Tiezi."

But Zhang Ganzi didn't think so: "You want to ride a foreign horse, right?"

Yes, you have ambition. Liu Qingshan supports it: "Gou Shengzi, I will send you to Lilan later."

Ah, find a black one!

Gou Shengzi was a little stimulated and fell off the tree again.

Liu Qingshan enjoyed this feeling very much, carefree and free. He made a decision in his heart: to take a few months every year to return to his hometown to enjoy this peaceful time.

But when it was almost noon, Liu Qingshan was called back to the village: Lao Si and Lao Wu were back.

There was no seven-day holiday at this time, only three days at most, so why did these two girls come back?

When Liu Qingshan saw Victor and writer Wang Er who were traveling with him, he understood.

"Liu, we meet again!" Victor was also an old acquaintance, and he was not unfamiliar with this small mountain village.

Liu Qingshan hugged him. A few days ago, Liu Qingshan called Victor to contact him about Shan Xing's book publishing. Obviously, the other party came for this.

If you want to collect truffles, it's still too early. It will be around November before they mature.

"Brother." Lao Si smiled and greeted Liu Qingshan, and then led Xiao Liuzi and others to visit every household in the village.

Shan Xing stayed and sat quietly beside Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan poured tea for Victor and others, and Gao Wenxue and writer Lu were also there to accompany them.

Accompanying Victor were two translators who had worked with Gao Wenxue and Lu Writers. wWw.7

Considering that Shanxing could not stay abroad for a long time, Liu Qingshan simply invited the translators here, since the number of words in this book was not large anyway.

After working together for two months, the book has been completely completed. This time, they came back specially to report the good news to Liu Qingshan.

"Liu, I am a little jealous. This is really an excellent work." Victor took a sip of herbal tea and said with envy.

Who says his level is not among the top writers, but at least he has vision.

This book, Who Moved My Cheese, seems to be a fable, but in fact, it reflects a profound social reality.

The four characters in the book are extremely representative. Such a work is enough to occupy a place in the history of world literature.

The two translators also said that they were very honored to be able to translate this book, and it will definitely become a bestseller.

Shanxing was a little embarrassed by their praise, and her face was red.

Writer Wang Er was also very proud, even happier than if he had written a shocking work.

Then he talked about publishing, which was very familiar to Victor, so he didn't have to worry about it at all.

"It's time to eat!" Xiao Liuzi shouted.

The guests here had one table, and Liu Qingshan's family ate in Liu Shikui's room. Anyway, the food was the same.

Most of the people present were literati, chatting and talking about everything, and they were very happy.

Wang Er, the writer, drank two glasses of wine and was in high spirits. Last year, he won the Jiapigou Literature Award, which touched him deeply. In addition to guiding Shan Xing, he buried his head in his books and finally completed the Bronze Age.

Today was probably destined to be a day for a literary gathering. Everyone was drinking happily, and Lv Xiaolong led a thin middle-aged man in.

"Brother Chen!" Writer Lu hurriedly stood up to greet him.

Writer Chen, that is the author of Bai Luyuan. Liu Qingshan couldn't help but feel happy: Is this finished?

Writer Chen looked very dark and thin, but in a very good mental state. Writer Lu introduced him one by one.

He was also a former winner of the Jiapigou Literature Award, but because he was writing books behind closed doors, it was really his first time to come to this small mountain village.

He took the train to Bishui County. After getting off the train, he asked someone about Qingshan Town. After arriving in Qingshan Town, he asked about Jiapigou again. As a result, he happened to find Lv Xiaolong's head, so he was directly brought here.

"Comrade Liu Qingshan, I'm here to express my gratitude this time." Writer Chen was very simple. He held Liu Qingshan's hand and shook it vigorously.

Although he also held an important position in the Provincial Writers Association, the Writers Association was basically a low-income government office, so when he was writing Bai Lu Yuan, eating steamed buns and pickles was also a commonplace.

In this predicament, the 50,000 yuan prize of the Jiapigou Literature Award gave him great help.

So after the book was completed, he rushed here in a hurry.

He is a very traditional person, adhering to the concept of repaying kindness.

Originally, he had never met before, but he won the award directly and received a huge prize. Writer Chen was extremely grateful.

Liu Qingshan also shook hands with the other party affectionately: "I will also call you Brother Chen. When you come to my house, don't say anything polite. Come to the table first and chat while eating."

Writer Chen was not polite either. He crossed his legs skillfully on the kang, and then greeted Gao Wenxue and Writer Wang Er and others, including Victor.

After all, Victor is now a world-renowned best-selling author.

Writer Chen was a little surprised to see Shanxing, a girl of fifteen or sixteen, sitting at this table.

Writer Wang Er saw what he meant and said with a smile: "Brother Chen, this is my apprentice, who just published his debut work. Please correct me."

After that, he handed over a Chinese version. Writer Chen saw the two little mice on the cover and thought it was a children's story. He said:

"I am not good at children's literature."

Don't think that writers are all eloquent. In fact, most of this group have unique personalities.

Wang Er smiled: "Brother Chen, take a look first."

Liu Qingshan interrupted: "Eat first, then read after eating."

However, Writer Chen saw that the pages were not thick, so he flipped through them casually.

As a result, he forgot everything outside of himself after reading it. He didn't say a word when he was asked to eat, and he didn't care when he was asked to drink. It is estimated that he didn't hear it at all.

Liu Qingshan didn't care either, and he went back to the pot to heat up the dishes.

It took an hour for writer Chen to finish reading the book. He closed the book gently and stroked the cover with his rough palm:

"I finished White Deer Plain and thought I was the best in the world, but now I'm beaten by a little girl."

This evaluation is too high. There is no need to compare two different types of books.

Liu Qingshan explained a few words, but writer Chen was very stubborn: "Student Shanxing, this book is for me. I will take it as the best spur. By the way, can you please sign it?"

Shanxing was embarrassed: "Uncle Chen, you are too polite."

Writer Chen insisted again and again. It seems that he is not doing those empty words. It is really the most real thought in his heart.

Shanxing had to take out a pen and write his name on the title page.

Writer Chen then happily put the book into his canvas schoolbag: "It's worth the trip."

His stomach made a sound. He had been sitting in the car for several days and didn't eat well.

Writer Chen patted his belly: "My old intestines are going to revolt."

Everyone laughed and continued to eat.

Liu Qingshan also helped: "Brother Chen, when your book is published, I will also call Mr. Victor to help translate it and publish it abroad."

After understanding the situation, Writer Chen also clapped his hands: "Okay, if I can really get the royalties, I will donate the royalties like Brother Wang and Brother Gao."

He filled his belly a little and took out a stack of manuscript paper from his schoolbag: "This is the manuscript, please correct me."

"Eat first, spiritual food is important, but you have to fill your belly first." Liu Qingshan hurriedly advised.

After all, it was considered a meal, and Writer Lu and his friends took the manuscripts and gathered together to read.

Including Shanxing, several heads were piled up together. This scene was quite interesting, so Liu Qingshan took out a camera from the cabinet and took a few photos.

This photo later became very famous and was called the China Writers Summit.

"What a good book!" Gao Wenxue pushed his glasses with his hand, with a look of admiration on his face.

Shan Xing nodded repeatedly, with tears in her eyes, obviously moved by the characters in the book.

Writer Lu also wiped his eyes gently: "Brother Chen, this book can be used as a pillow even if you are in a coffin."

This is not a curse, but the highest praise.

Writer Wang Er, who is well-versed in both Chinese and Western literature, also expressed his admiration and believed that it was a masterpiece among modern traditional writers.

Writer Chen was also in high spirits. This book was the result of his painstaking efforts, and he was quite satisfied with it.

Only Liu Qingshan frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with something.

Finally, everyone's eyes were focused on his face, and Writer Chen said directly:

"Brother Qingshan, if you have any ideas, just tell us directly. Let's study together. If what you say makes sense, I will revise it."

Liu Qingshan raised his hand and waved: "Brother Chen, I'm just worried that the publication of this book may encounter some troubles."

"What do you mean?" Writer Chen was also puzzled.

In fact, because the description of human nature in the book "White Deer Plain" was too ugly, Writer Chen was asked to delete and revise it in the first edition.

Writer Chen's resistance was fruitless, and he could only make revisions reluctantly in the end, which became his heart disease.

Fortunately, with the development of the times, decades later, the complete version of "White Deer Plain" finally saw the light of day. Unfortunately, at that time, Writer Chen could no longer see it. It must be said that it was a great pity.

Liu Qingshan expressed his views tactfully, and Writer Lu and others nodded repeatedly.

Writer Chen's mood was low, he frowned, hung his head, and kept silent.

A book is like the author's child. Now the child is going to be amputated, who can bear it?

Liu Qingshan looked at Victor and had an idea in his mind:

"Brother Chen, maybe we can publish the English version first. If it creates a sensation abroad, then there should be no problem publishing it in China."

"Of course there is no problem on my side." Victor agreed.

Let alone the problem of plot, the works of those great French writers in the past also have detailed descriptions of that aspect, but they were still published.

As for the famous works translated by China, of course some descriptions were deleted.

Just like that Dumas, hearing this name makes people imagine.

In fact, this person is even more romantic in real life.

Writer Chen was still not giving up: "I'll give it to the publishing house I contacted to try. If it doesn't work, I'll do what Brother Qingshan said."

Since he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, Liu Qingshan would not discourage him anymore. Everything should be based on facts.

So he led everyone to take a walk by the river outside the village to clear their minds.

As soon as he went out and walked behind the team headquarters, he met a half-grown boy sent by the old branch secretary, who asked Liu Qingshan to answer the phone.

Everyone also went to the team headquarters together, and Liu Qingshan went into the house to answer the phone.

The call was from Lin Zizhou: "Qingshan, great news!"

"Uncle Lin, what's the good news?" Liu Qingshan also asked happily.

"Let you guess first?" Lin Zizhou seemed to be in a good mood, and he even deliberately teased Liu Qingshan.

Liu Qingshan's heart moved: "Could it be that someone else won the grand prize?"

"Haha, I really can't hide it from you. We just got the news that this year's Nobel Prize Committee will award the Physiology and Medicine Prize to Mr. Sun and his medical team!"

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of the gods, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novel app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, falls to the mortal world.

The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, and everything was withered. Collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of gloom and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, and looked at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his worn-out coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

The website is about to close. Download the Aiyue app to read the latest content for free. But even if the rain fell on his face, he did not blink his eyes, staring coldly at the distance like a falcon.

Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about seven or eight feet away from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement would instantly take it into the air.

Download the Aiyue novel app to read the latest chapters without ads for free. And the boy, like a hunter, patiently waited for the opportunity.

After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely immersed its head in the belly of the wild dog.

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