Generation Z Artists

Chapter 65: Child, You Have Grown Up

In this life, the publication of the first New Concept Composition Collection received several times more attention than in the previous life.

In the original timeline, when the collection of essays was published, the person who provided positive influence was Chen Jiayong, who was admitted to Peking University and thus aroused the curiosity of many students and parents.

At that time, Han Han had just become famous for failing a grade and the TV series "A Touch of the Conqueror". He was a social hot topic for a time, but it provided a negative impact.

Some people were indeed curious about what his preliminary essay was about, but not many, and not in great depth.

Han Han was pushed to the forefront of educational discussions mainly as an iconic symbol, but his contribution to the New Concept Composition Collection was very slight.

As a result, even Han Han’s own “Triple Door” failed to gain favor from publishing houses. Finally, it was Yuan Min from the Writers Publishing House who decided to take over, and that was in 2000.

The previous New Concept Composition Collection consisted of two volumes, carefully priced at 20 yuan. The first print run did not exceed 5 copies and was sold until the 2001 reprint, with only two reprints in total.

But now it's completely different.

It is difficult to accurately count how many people want to read this collection of essays, but considering its popularity alone, every class in junior high and high schools in third-tier cities and above must have someone who knows about the release of the collection.

In terms of publicity effect, it is at least ten times that of the previous life.

The day before the actual release, Wang Yali told Fang Xinghe the good news, her voice was extremely excited.

"The first print run was 25 copies, all of which were distributed. Bookstores and newsstands were extremely enthusiastic about buying the goods. You have distributed 1000 copies in Nong'an, but the distributors are still chasing after them..."

"Nong'an is a special case." Fang Xinghe was very calm, "The county town should not be the main sales force, right?"

"It's hard to say now. At present, the enthusiasm in the north is greater than that in the south, but the economic strength of the south is better. If we can stimulate the purchasing enthusiasm at the county level and surpass the big cities in total volume, it will definitely be a hit!"

"It doesn't have to be too explosive."

Fang Xinghe wrote down the numbers on the calendar and finally circled two dates.

"It's just right if it can stimulate discussion enthusiasm in the county market, but not enough to convert it into actual purchases."

The boy's voice was soft and faint. Wang Yali took a deep breath and calmed down instantly.

"No matter how many times I talk to you, I will be shocked by you again and again."

She sighed with emotion: "The economic potential of the county-level market for book consumption is limited. You should try to activate it, but don't release it so that it can be converted into your new book... What's wrong with your brain?!"

“Maybe it’s because I understand small towns better?”

Fang Xinghe made a joke, and then thanked her sincerely: "Thank you for your help, Sister Yali."

Only Wang Yali can accurately monitor the dynamics of the county-level book market, but it is not easy.

Normally, publishers only compile data on provincial-level distributors, take a quick glance at it, and then forget about it.

The data that Fang Xinghe needs must be counted down by Wang Yali to the county-level sales points, and finally the data must be summarized into a huge table.

Although we now have the concept of computer office work, it is still a huge project that requires labor, time and effort.

But think about it from another angle - Fang Xinghe has made such preparations, how could Wang Yali, Chen Danya, Wang Charlie and others not believe him?

Everyone was full of confidence and believed that Fang Xinghe would be a great success.

The ideas he brought were far beyond the current era.

……

On September 9, the long-awaited "First New Concept Composition Selection" was finally released.

Liu Zhenyun bought two sets early in the morning and strolled to Shi Tiesheng's house.

"See, I've been longing for this for a long time!"

……

Yan Lieshan sat in the office, crossed his legs, and casually opened the title page of his collection of essays.

"Fang Xinghe, Fang Xinghe..."

He muttered softly as he searched downwards.

From the bottom of his heart, he hated Fang Xinghe.

Too handsome, too young, too sharp, too wild and crazy.

Each one of them is something that makes him envious and jealous to the point of being heartbroken, but is something he can never possess.

Who is better at writing articles?
He felt that he was perfect, but once he stepped out of the cubicle and exposed himself to the bright sun, all those skills meant nothing.

"Fang Xinghe, Fang Xinghe... I found it. Come, let me see what you wrote..."

……

Chen Jiayong quietly entered the back door of the classroom. His roommate made way for him and joked, "Are you really that reluctant to let it go? Would you rather be late than buy it first?"

Chen Jiayong pursed his lips and replied sparingly, "I'm still a little dissatisfied."

……

Feng Yuanzheng finally stopped holding the book under his arm and just held it in his hand and walked into the theater.

The supportive king He Qiao smiled as soon as he saw him and asked cheerfully, "Hey, Zhengzi, how is your little apprentice's new article going?"

“I really didn’t see it.”

Feng Yuanzheng waved his hand solemnly and walked in a hurry.

"Wang Yali told me to be prepared. I'm sure I'll be scolded hard this time. I want to know what's going on more than you do."

After hearing this, He Qiao also became truly curious.

"Oh, you really need to take a closer look. You look first and give it to me when you're done."

……

Wan Baoer was already in Hong Kong, and she looked listless and dull the whole morning.

My new best friend couldn't understand: "I just saw it a little late, why do you look like you've missed it?"

"You do not understand!"

As soon as school was over at noon, Wan Baoer ran to the school gate. The driver who came to pick her up immediately handed her a brand new collection of essays that he had just bought in Shenzhen.

"YES!"

She finally became lively and couldn't wait to open the catalog.

……

At Jianping Middle School in SH City, Ding Yan, who had just entered the third grade, quietly opened a collection of essays among the pile of books. Her deskmate was extremely surprised: "Don't you dislike Fang Xinghe?"

"I don't dislike him."

Ding Yan explained slowly, "I just don't agree with him and Han Han doing what they did, using one's own strength to fight against the secular world. That's too much effort."

"Then you just don't like him."

My deskmate's confidence soon turned into curiosity again: "So, if you don't agree, why did you go out of your way to see what he wrote?"

"Because...because..."

Ding Yan couldn't explain the exact reason, but she had an urge in her heart to learn more about that strange person through texts from an earlier time.

found it.

Volume 53, P, Fang Xinghe, "Another Day When I Want to Grow Up"

Ding Yan quickly immersed herself in it. She unexpectedly discovered that Fang Xinghe could write articles in this way, which was a style she liked very much.

After reading carefully to the end, there was a passage that completely moved her.

“I know that the adult world is definitely not as beautiful as I imagined. I see many mediocre people living a tired and numb life - even those who are not mediocre always have the trouble of exceeding their abilities but not being able to satisfy their desires.

But I still want to grow up quickly, and I must embrace that world myself.

I want to blow the night wind that carries the fragrance of her temples. That wind does not come from the wilderness, but it is so free and unrestrained.

I want to be caught in a rain that could tear my heart apart or bring a ray of hope. The rain is cold, pouring on my hot body to ripen me.

I want to watch for a train full of longing. I don't know when it will come, and whose longing it will bring, but when I sit on the mottled wooden chair on the platform, facing the sunset and gazing into the distance, I must be happy at that moment.

I want to walk barefoot on the white sand beach by the blue sea, and cover hers with my footprints until they overlap completely. We embrace each other openly. I raise my hand and point to the distance where the sea and the sky meet: Look, fireworks! When she turns her head and jumps and shouts, I dig out the ring that has been buried there for a long time from the beach. I put it on her ring finger. She cries and kisses me deeply, and I smile and hug her deeply.

From now on, I am no longer alone. From now on, my responsibilities have a basis. From now on, I have a different understanding of the sudden rain, snow, wind and frost. From now on, I will look at the world from an adult's perspective.

I don't know if things will go so smoothly.

I am not ready to love someone now, but I believe that I have the ability to love someone well.

She should be like my mother, soft, tough and kind.

We will have some beautiful babies, and the wind from heaven will occasionally blow through the living room filled with laughter, turning into a satisfied sigh as it blows out the window.

My child, you have grown up.

Ding Yan's eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Fang Xinghe's rare warm and fragile words touched the softest part of her heart.

This is a romantic love fantasy that doesn't seem to come from him, but is it really just love that he is fantasizing about?

Ding Yan doesn't think so.

This deep and sincere emotion must have come from his mother. The mark of Fang Xinghe as an orphan has never been so clearly revealed to the world.

So, when he calmly and firmly wrote "I must have the ability to love someone well", Ding Yan suddenly broke down in tears.

At the same time, every sensitive and delicate girl shed tears for Fang Xinghe.

Yan Lieshan snorted with disdain: "What bullshit!"

Shi Tiesheng was speechless and shook his head slowly.

Liu Zhenyun asked casually: "Why, are you very touched?"

Shi Tiesheng replied: "The emotions are very sincere, beautiful and good, but I also feel that he is not the kind of little boy who craves love. Maybe... it was written too early?"

Song Zude, who had no emotions at all, laughed loudly: "You bastard, you want to fall in love early? Let's see whether you will die or not!"

Mao Xiaotong, who only had motherly love, cried breathlessly.

The poor student Yang Mi had tears flowing from her lips, and hearts flashed in her eyes repeatedly: "Wow, so romantic, I really want to walk on the beach with him, and then... slurp!"

And Fang Xinghe...

He watched as the number of die-hard fans on the panel grew rapidly from just over 3, jumping once per second, or even two or three times. He couldn't help but smile as if everything was under control.

Today, no one understands beauty fans, girlfriend fans, and dream girl fans better than me!

Fans who love idols because of their looks. They like them hormonally and strongly support their idols to play different roles and try different images.

Girlfriend fans: They regard themselves as girlfriends, call their idols husbands, and use real-life love as the basis for their fantasies.

Dream Girl Fans: They use secondary creation to fabricate the interactions between themselves and their idols. The fantasy is deeper and crazier, more literary, more private and freer.

The essential difference between the latter two lies in whether the fantasy is based on "reality projection".

The common point between the three can be summed up in four words: “romantic fantasy”.

From the moment Fang Xinghe wrote the first word of "Growing Up", he was aiming to attract female fans. In fact, there is no emotion at all, it's all technique.

However, the content that was finally presented was filled with Xiaofang's sincere feelings for his mother.

Therefore, it has a power that touches people's hearts. It does not just stay at the level of inspiring little girls, but is a critical blow to mom fans.

Anyone who knows a little about writing cannot regard it as a "romantic fantasy of love by an adolescent boy". The "night breeze that brought the fragrance of her temples" contains countless thoughts.

This article is not wild, but the number of people who completely empathize with Fang Xinghe because of it is unprecedented.

Ding Yan lay on the table and thought about random things for the entire class, but still couldn't calm down.

Fang Xinghe is so pitiful.

she thinks.

In fact, Fang Xinghe's heart is also very soft...

She thought again.

After thinking it over and over again, she felt that she had a deeper and more real understanding of Fang Xinghe.

Until the next class started, she couldn't wait to find another article from the second volume, the one called "Damn Youth".

After reading a few lines, she began to be confused.

After reading the whole article, she was completely devastated. All the emotions she had felt before were shattered, and she was so angry that she almost jumped up and down.

Fang Xinghe, are you fucking sick? ! ! !
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How about tomorrow's update at 12 noon?
Is this point too dark...

(End of this chapter)