I’m Really a Superstar

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Zhang Lu was stunned, "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers?"

"Death is as quiet and beautiful as... autumn leaves?" A young editor also muttered.

"The calligraphy is well written, and this poem is even better," an old editor exclaimed.

"Teacher Zhang Ye is really talented. I believe it today," said the only woman inside.

Zhang Ye put down his writing brush and looked at the female editor with a smile, "Did you not believe in co-authorship before?"

The woman blushed and waved her hands hurriedly: "No, no, I just haven't seen it with my own eyes before, so the feeling is not that deep. Hey, I said something wrong. Editor Zhang wants to treat you to dinner tonight. , I will give you a drink as a penalty at that time, as an apology."

Zhang Ye quickly said: "It's okay, it's not that particular. Haha, I was just joking."

Zhang Lu was still reading the words, "Did you really come up with this on the spur of the moment? Absolutely, this poem is so appropriate as a preface. It was written in that kind of mood, so I can't even mention it."

Everyone in the publishing house applauded in unison, and some even clapped, praising Zhang Ye without hesitation.

Zhang Ye also hurriedly said a few words of modesty. Although this poem is just a simple sentence, even in terms of the number of words, it is even less than the number of words in "A Generation". However, the fewer words, the more you can see the skill of writing. The less simple it seems, there is a saying that the great way leads to simplicity, which may be what it means. This poem actually has a great origin. It is a poem from "The Birds" written by the world-famous Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore. The translation was by Zheng Zhenduo. In Zhang Ye's world, it is a famous poem, "See or Not See" and "This is Everything" is not even as famous as this poem. The original version is good, and the translation is even better. In just one sentence, the rich artistic conception is vividly expressed on the page.

Why do you say this is a good preface?

Why did Zhang Ye use this sentence as a preface?

First of all, Zhang Ye wanted to echo the works in his collection. The poems he likes and the poems he uses in this world are all relatively broad-minded, some are flamboyant, some are meaningless, some are curses, some are curses. To be moved, to regard death as home, or to be full of vitality, this little poem from "The Collection of Birds" is naturally the most appropriate. It summarizes almost all of his works and includes them all. Secondly, this poem actually reflects Zhang Ye's character, ideals, and wishes.

Live like summer flowers.

And death is like an autumn leaf.

This statement may be a bit literary. In Mandarin, it also borrows a sentence sent by a great man to commemorate Comrade Liu Hulan. This poem can also be translated into the vernacular - the greatness of life, the glory of death. In fact, Zhang Ye also wanted to use it. This sentence by the great man was used as a preface, but it was a bit too straightforward, and he did not praise himself so much for being great and glorious. So, one of his short poems from his world-famous "Series of Birds" was released. Got it

go home.

Zhang Ye began to make notes and annotations.

This workload is really not small. If you really have to fool around with it by yourself, you may not be able to complete it in a month, let alone a day, and it will definitely be full of mistakes. So Zhang Ye looked at his game reputation and waited slowly. After reaching 200,000 points, he bought two memory search capsules from the mall to use them to read the analysis and annotations of those poems and works in his world.

After staying up all day and night, I finally handed in the manuscript.

this day.

It's almost evening, autumn is coming to an end, and it gets dark relatively early.

Zhang Ye watched the sunset and lay motionless on the bed. His hands were sore and his neck hurt. There was almost no part of his body that was not tired. He had been making notes for the past two days. Although he already had something in his mind, he just had to search through his memory. It is enough to present the searched latent memory intact, but it is not a small workload. In the end, I have to revise the manuscript and annotations, which took a long time, and I finally got it done last night. Zhang Ye stayed in bed all day today and didn't even go for a run, which he had been doing for several days. He had to take it slow.

Ring ring ring.

A call came from Zhang Lu, the publisher.

Zhang Ye, who had been lying down for a day, became a little more alive. He reached out to answer the phone and said, "Hello, Chief Editor Zhang."

"Teacher Zhang, thank you for your hard work." Zhang Lu said with a smile on the phone: "I reviewed the annotations and other things last night, and there are no problems this time. Then the illustrations were taken care of during the day. Find someone to finish it. I just came out of the printing factory. The first edition of printing has been completed. If nothing else happens, I will use this edition to sell it. It will be on the shelves in a few days. Well, but before that, I still need you. Let’s take a look first. After all, it’s your collection of essays, so you have to nod in person. Are you at home? Is it convenient now? "

Zhang Ye said politely: "How about I go find you?"

"No, I'm nearby. Shall I go to your house?" Zhang Lu said.

"Okay." Zhang Ye didn't care. He also wanted to read the books in his anthology as soon as possible. Compared with "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" and those fairy tales, although the sales of this anthology are definitely not as good as the first two, there is no need to compare. Compared with "The Collected Works of Zhang Ye", it is absolutely incomparable, but the value of "Collected Works of Zhang Ye" is immeasurable. In terms of literature and meaning, "Ghost Blowing the Lamp" is far incomparable.

What does the anthology represent?

This is fame This is fame

It can be said that once this collection of essays is published, there will be a person named Zhang Ye in the literary world. No matter who tries to deny it, it is useless. His status has been recognized by the market and the public. Poets and writers will all have to be recognized in the end. It has been tested by the market, otherwise the title of any writer is just "self-proclaimed", because literature is not just for literary colleagues, but more for the common people. Just like Wang Shuixin, he has this reputation in the domestic poetry circle, but if he wants to publish a collection of poems and essays, probably no publishing house is willing to do it, because he can't make money if he does it, and the publishing house doesn't know how to compensate How much go in

Get up.

Zhang Ye took a shower and tidied up his home.

Ding dong, as soon as the doorbell rang, he went over and opened the door, "Editor Zhang, come..." Before he could say who was coming, he was slightly stunned, "You?"

There was a strange man standing outside.

Wearing a hat, toad glasses, and a mask.

Anyone else would have been shocked and thought some criminals were coming. However, Zhang Ye was obviously very familiar with this figure. He had encountered this kind of scene several times. "Sister Zhang? Why are you here?"

Zhang Yuanqi's beautiful eyes under his sunglasses looked at him, "You're not welcome?"

"Welcome." Zhang Ye said listlessly, "Please come in."

Zhang Yuanqi was dressed in a gorgeous outfit today, a bright red thin shirt, a black hip-covering skirt, black stockings, and a pair of red stiletto high heels, which were at least ten centimeters taller, making him taller than Zhang Ye. Her figure also looks particularly slim, full of curves, and concave and convex

Not afraid of the cold either

Zhang Ye closed the door and said, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Yuanqi kicked off his high heels, and his beautiful feet came out. He sat barefoot on a chair in Zhang Ye's house, leaned there and exhaled, as if he was a little tired, "Premiere ceremony."

Kick off your shoes?

Bare feet?

What kind of image is this? She is a queen.

""White Lady 2", right? Premiering today?" Zhang Ye also pays close attention to her and knows it all.

Zhang Yuanqi hummed, "I took a taxi and escaped while the crowd was in chaos. Is there any water?"

"I'll look for it." Zhang Ye rummaged through it and threw an unopened bottle of mineral water to her. "It's the last bottle. Save some for me. I have to drink it too." Zhang Ye became familiar with the queen. He was no longer so polite, "By the way, give me a call next time you come so that I can be mentally prepared."

Zhang Yuanqi looked at him and said, "The phone is at my agent's. Do you think my clothes have pockets? By the way, when you go downstairs, the taxi bill hasn't been settled yet."

"ah?"

"I didn't bring my wallet."

"...You are really good at it."

Zhang Ye had no choice but to run downstairs.

The taxi driver had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Zhang Ye coming over to give him money, he got angry and said, "Isn't this delaying my work? If you dare to take a taxi without bringing any money, then she is your girlfriend, right? Why is she so..." said At this point, the taxi driver was suddenly stunned, "Hey, are you Teacher Zhang Ye?"

Zhang Ye smiled bitterly and said, "It's me."

The taxi driver hurriedly gave him the money and said, "No more."

Zhang Ye was startled, "How about that? You take it, you take it."

The taxi driver looked at him and said: "Who doesn't know that you lost everything to save your fans? Later, in order to help Wei's father get an explanation, he even lost his job. If I take your money, I won't be rented out by my gang when I go back." My friend scolded me to death, please don’t let me go.”

"No, Master!" Zhang Ye chased after him.

The taxi driver turned the steering wheel, turned around, stepped on the accelerator and left the community.

Zhang Ye felt a little warm in his heart and shouted to the back of the car, "Thank you, Master"

The side window of the car was rolled down, and the taxi driver stretched out a hand and gave Zhang Ye a thumbs up, and then the car disappeared from sight.

Go upstairs and go home.

The window was open, and Zhang Yuanqi upstairs probably heard the conversation downstairs.

Zhang Yuanqi sat on a chair with his legs crossed, holding a book in his hand to read. He raised his head and said, "Are you quite respectable?"

Zhang Yeqie said: "Come on, if you take off the mask over your eyes, you can lie down and walk around the country. My little fame can't compare with yours."

Zhang Yuanqi said: "I will pay you back the money later."

"Forget it, I don't plan to ask for it, just don't steal my songs from now on."

I was poor, and the doorbell rang.

I'm going to do something bad.

Zhang Ye snorted and then suddenly remembered the business. He looked at Zhang Yuanqi and said, "What about that? I have someone coming to my house. From the publishing house, you..."

Zhang Yuanqi frowned, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't call me in advance." Zhang Ye looked left and right to find a place.

Zhang Yuanqi reached for his glasses and mask.

Zhang Ye couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Damn it, who is wearing this with me? It's even weirder anyway."

This is a small room, and there is no place to hide. Zhang Yuanqi moved his chair, turned his back to the door, and continued reading without taking it seriously, "That's it."

The doorbell rings again.

Zhang Ye couldn't hold it off any longer. He was a little worried about how much trouble the queen would cause if someone saw him in his home. After hesitating for a moment, he nervously opened the door, but people were blocking the door, as if he didn't intend to let them in. , "Chief Editor Zhang, oh, Editors Chen and Sun are here too?"

Three people came, two men and one woman.

Zhang Lu smiled and said, "I'm stopping by after get off work. Everyone walks this way in one car."

The female editor behind had sharp eyes and saw the back of the woman in the room, "Hey, this is..."

Zhang Ye's heart skipped a beat, it's over, it's broken, the Queen of Heaven was recognized.

Then the female editor said with a smile, "Is this Teacher Zhang Ye's wife? She looks pretty from the back. Teacher Zhang is really lucky."