Short fiction │ pen name

Before his retirement, Zhang Weidong was a small section member of the organ, honest and cautious, no big talent and no bad faults, so although he did not get an official and a half-job, his popularity was mixed well. When he retired, the unit held a ceremony for the solemnity, and some comrades even moved their feelings, repeatedly saying that the unit was another home of Zhang Weidong, when did he miss home, and when he raised his legs to sit down. But less than three months after retirement, everyone's enthusiasm has diminished, although Zhang Weidong often goes for a walk twice, everyone is too busy to see him, so he knows that unless he goes to a tea party during the Spring Festival, other times give young people a lot of achievements.

Just stay at home for more than three years, for recreation, flowers and plants have also been served, birds and fish have also been served, but there is no regularity, and it will be thrown away in two days. The wife retired early, has long been accustomed to such a quiet good years, lao Zhang does not think so, always feel the shortcomings of what, so often look for the wife's awkwardness, all said sixty ears smooth, but he felt that the wife said nothing smooth, two children in the field occasionally called to ask for warmth He also felt hypocritical.

One day he carried the maza out to watch people fishing, and when he was walking in the middle of the road, a wave of chagrin suddenly surged in his heart: The ancients paid attention to the merits of virtue, and I could not talk about the merits of virtue in my life, so fucking couldn't I make a statement? The neighbor's second lady has published three books of poetry at her own expense, although I can't understand it, but after all, people have left something, no, I have to be a writer. The determination was decided, the panic was undecided, and a car had to brake in time, or it almost hit him. A young man pulled his head out of the car window and cursed: Old man, I wish you a long life!

Zhang Weidong took a moment and raised his head and replied: Thank you! This response made the young man stunned, wondering if this daredevil had encountered a neurosis? So I stopped pestering and walked away with one foot on the throttle.

Zhang Weidong carried the maza around a corner, sneaked to the neighbor Yang Guoqing's house, saw the second lady Yang Yanyan was playing a computer there, and quietly sat behind her to watch. After watching for half a day, Yang Yanyan turned back and said: Uncle Zhang, you look at people's backbones like this, and you are so old and panicked, what are you doing?

Zhang Weidong said: I have come to learn from Ye Gutong. Ye Gutong is Yang Yanyan's pen name, Zhang Weidong always does not understand people to write on it, why do you have to change your name and surname, is it difficult to find a fortune teller to see? Yang Yanyan said: Oh don't you dare to be, you want to learn computers? Zhang Weidong said: Nowadays, who can't play the computer, I want to learn how to be a writer. Yang Yanyan said: Old Ji Futuo is determined to be in a thousand miles, and if you have this thought, then you will be half successful. But before that, you'd better join a writers' association.

Zhang Weidong said: How can I join without works?

Yang Yanyan said: Then it is more necessary to join, so that we can learn and improve, and moreover, everyone helps each other, and there are more opportunities to publish. Besides, familiarity is a treasure, if you happen to be familiar with a big screenwriter and a big writer, as long as you are so around, you will debut quickly. Uncle Zhang, at your age, you can become famous early, don't be embarrassed.

Zhang Weidong said: I understand this, don't you just mix with the unit, go to the leaders more, good things are always indispensable.

Zhang Weidong asked Yang Yanyan to recommend joining the county writers association. When the secretary general of the county writers association saw that Zhang Weidong was a serious person in a serious unit, he closed his eyes and stamped his consent seal, and then welcomed and encouraged him for half a day. Q: Do you have any writing plans now? Zhang Weidong thought about it for half a day, his mind was blank, and said: Not for the time being, but I think it is my own rich experience, and I can definitely write a work that I am satisfied with. The Secretary-General stressed that it is not enough to satisfy oneself, but to be recognized by society and satisfied by the people. Zhang Weidong said: Then this is of great significance, and I have to think about it carefully.

Before he could allow him to think it through, he caught up with the change of the Writers' Association the next day after becoming a member, and he honorably participated in the conference. With the organization, with the meeting, life has a sense of ceremony, Zhang Weidong feels that he is really a dead wood in the spring, and he also has a smile at home. But his wife in turn gave him a face: Do it, you do it, isn't literature a romantic wave? Go with the ladies. Zhang Weidong said: Why are you old ladies so vulgar? Not civilized at all! Wife replied: Rich, strong, democratic, civilized and harmonious that is the value of the national level, the value of our citizens is patriotism, dedication, honesty and friendliness, and there is no need to be friendly to the old! Just follow that leaf girl's belly and wolf! Do it!

Zhang Weidong gritted his teeth and came to the venue, and when he came to the venue, his troubles were scattered. Everyone is looking up to each other for a long time, making it seem as if they have won the Nobel Prize in Literature overseas. This made his determination even greater, especially when a young cadre came to speak in person and guided the plans of the Writers' Association, such as the novel creation team striving to write five internationally renowned novels and thirty well-known domestic novels within the year. The new chairman of the County Writers Association was full of confidence and made a high-profile statement that he would not only complete but also exceed the quota, and launch a general decisive battle against Goncourt Nobel. The atmosphere was very warm, and the wind and clouds stirred in his chest, making Zhang Weidong's blood boil further, and his blood pressure rose to two hundred and forty-five.

The meeting was over, the funds were limited, and there was no food, so everyone opened the fog and dispersed. Those who are familiar with each other go to the tavern, and those who are not familiar with each other are gathered together by rich authors to invite guests to familiarize themselves with the doorway and exchange creative experience. Zhang Weidong because he just entered the industry, almost no one paid attention, but he felt that literature should have been a lonely industry, not to join in the fun, of course, there is more face, but always do not go to the table legs of the people, as if they have not seen a meal in eight lifetimes. This is called the integrity of the literati, yes, the integrity.

Wandering down the street, suddenly someone called out to him, and it was the Secretary-General. The Secretary-General explained that he had just held a chairman's office meeting to study the division of labor and creative issues, so he did not have time to greet Lao Zhang. Then he said, yes, the association has a heavy task this year, so it is particularly favored by newcomers, and it has also been assigned creative tasks, and it must be completed, in view of the fact that Lao Zhang has decades of official writing skills, so he was given two long creative tasks.

One of them must meet international standards and be nominated for the Booker Prize; the second must reach the domestic high level and be nominated for the Mao Award.

Zhang Weidong's mind did not turn in circles, and he said: I have not published a novel of mine, and I have not learned how to write a novel. The secretary-general smiled and said: Old Zhang, don't have baggage in your thinking, don't always talk about objective conditions, you see that you have such a foundation and enthusiasm, you will overcome it. Bye. He whispered to Zhang Weidong's ear and said: You just need to write it, and you don't have to worry about publishing it.

Zhang Weidong said: This meritorious deed is a meritorious deed, how can it be sloppy? "Dream of the Red Chamber" has been written for more than ten years.

The Secretary-General laughed again: "Dream of the Red Chamber" has won an award?

Zhang Weidong: Isn't that an ancient thing?

The Secretary-General said: Yes, why should we mention him in ancient times?

Zhang Weidong said: Then you must also have it in your stomach.

The Secretary-General said: Isn't it said that engaging in literature is not giving birth to children, this is not a problem in the stomach, it is a problem in the brain.

Zhang Weidong felt that what he said was very reasonable and quite level, and unconsciously realized that he would be able to write sensational works for mankind, and it was today.

Zhang Weidong returned to the courtyard with a red light humming a small song with a red light, and Yang Yanyan said: Yo, it seems that there is a great harvest! Well, I said that to write something, you must first join the writers' association.

Zhang Weidong said: Yes! That's right!

Yang Yanyan said: What is your harvest?

Zhang Weidong said: I also want to change my name, take a pen name that everywhere is loud, and everyone can't forget it!

Yang Yanyan said: Really?

Zhang Weidong said: Yes! I decided that my pen name would be "World Name", and in the future, every article I wrote would be a "World Famous" work, and every book I would publish would be a "World Famous" book!

2021.12.30

One point number Dong Yi Hao