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Chapter 790 Transformers Illustrated Edition Published, from Han Ling Shocked Part 1(1/2)

"Who?"

"Postman."

Han Ling thought to herself that the postman here is really good, and there are snowflakes falling from the sky. Besides, Hanzhuang is quite far away from the commune and even sent it from afar. I am really interested.

"Hongbing, hurry into the house and have tea."

When Li Dong heard the postman quickly came over. "It's a cold day, I'll just go back and tell me, I'll take it off."

"It's just the way, come and see you." Zong Hongbing said with a smile.

Han Ling muttered that this person is very familiar with everyone, and is not as arrogant as a college student at all. This is rare. You know, Han Ling heard that Li Dong was the number one in the college entrance examination in the country, and was very surprised at that time, not that other majors were incompatible with the top scorer in the college entrance examination.

Li Dong usually smiles and laughs at everyone he sees, without any arrogance at all. This guy is a bit inconsistent with the top scorer in the college entrance examination.

"Drink tea."

Li Dong sat down, Zong Hongbing took the tea and took a sip. "This time there are a lot of things, look at it."

"Sent from Beijing?"

Li Dong remembered that he had just collected a royalty fee. He took it and opened it and saw that it was a Transformers illustration sample book, which was three sets of English, Japanese and Chinese, and there were also many sample books of the Matrix 3. I think it was George who sent it.

There are also several letters, including People's Literature, Youth Daily and other publishers. This is a New Year's greeting. How can I say that Li Dong is now a quasi-front-line writer? "I won the award." People's Literature was generous this time and invited Li Dong to attend the award ceremony at the beginning of next year, and the travel expenses were reimbursed throughout the journey.

To put it bluntly, they paid for the ticket and the guesthouse, so was it generous to be a once?

Han Ling was not surprised when she saw Li Dong take out a few books of English at first. Li Dong's top scorer in the college entrance examination must be good. She was a little surprised when she saw Japanese again. However, when she thought that Li Dong was unwilling to speak to the outside world and dealt with Japanese people, it was not surprising to learn Japanese.

"I won the award again, congratulations."

Zong Hongbing smiled and said, "Fortunately I'll send it to you, so I won't delay your affairs."

"It's okay, this is from the next year."

"After the New Year, it was delivered so early?"

"I mailed it with New Year's greetings."

Li Dong smiled and put on the envelope. "You just happened to come here, the factory gave you benefits, and there were still some meat tickets left, so I'll give you two pounds."

"How can you be so embarrassed?"

"Well, why are you polite to me?"

"Then I'm not polite."

Zong Hongbing took it with a smile. Two pounds of meat tickets were actually nothing to Zong Hongbing, but the meaning of Li Dong's gift was different. "I want to reply, I'll take it back to you."

"Not to say it, you can wait."

Li Dong really has a letter to send. As for the People's Literature, it's better. After a few words, Li Dong has to write something. "Or why you watch TV first, and this time you have to write a letter to a few friends, which will take longer."

"OK."

Zong Hongbing smiled and said, "I heard you have good movies here."

"New Hong Kong film."

"That's great."

Han Ling was originally saying that she was leaving, but when she heard that she had a new Hong Kong film, she became interested in comedy Hong Kong films. Now it is not easy to see in the mainland.

Sure enough, Zong Hongbing and Han Ling forgot the time as they looked at it. When Li Dong finished writing it, they were intrigued. They simply watched it with them for a while and made some food casually. The best thing they made on this day was hot pot and a bottle of wine.

"How can you be so embarrassed?"

"Eat a little bit of wine and don't let it drink too much. Drink some to warm your body and don't freeze on the road."

"Oh well."

Before dark, he had a small hot pot and some wine. Zong Hongbing took Li Dong and Han Ling's letter and left on a bicycle.

"Huh."

Han Ling wanted to go back to the house, but she glanced out of the corner of her eyes and wrote a letter beside her casually. "People's Literature?"

"What's wrong?"

"Li Dong, are you a letter sent to you by the People's Literature Editorial Office?"

"yes."

Li Dong nodded. "Besides being a little stingy, this editorial room is fine, why do you know each other?"

"No, know."

Han Ling hesitated for a moment. "Are you a writer?"

"That's right."

Li Dong thought that he could only count his house as a scout, and of course he wanted to be a writer.

"Are you a writer?"

Li Dong muttered, I have been here for a few days, but I haven’t heard of it. “Didn’t Master Liu tell you?”

"No."

Han Ling looked at Li Dong with an unexpected look and muttered in her heart. Could it be that everyone knows it, but she doesn't know it. "What works have you written?"

"Actually, I don't have any works. I wrote a novella last year. I wonder if you have heard of Red Sorghum?"

Li Dong said. "I also wrote a few short poems."

"You wrote the red sorghum?"

Han Ling was a little surprised. She said that she liked Hong Sorghum too much, mainly because she didn't like the heroine very much, and she was very conservative compared to Han Ling. However, many of her classmates liked Hong Sorghum, so she was surprised. This is a very famous movie.

Unexpectedly, it was written by Li Dong. It was unexpected, shocked, and a little indescribable. I once told my roommate that if I meet the author of Red Sorghum, I must tell you my true views on this movie.

"Yes, so far, this book is the most well-known in the country."

Li Dong has to say that this movie has a pretty good influence. Most of the time I heard of it, whether I like it or not, my fame always comes out.

Han Ling rolled her eyes, how old are you? This book is very well-known. "This is a good grade. I thought the author of this book was an older person."

"Hahaha."

"That's right."

After all, I am your Uncle Li, Han Ling muttered, this man laughed. "Is Red Sorghum winning the award?"

"Yes, the top ten novels of people's literature of the year."

Li Dong said with a smile. "There is another essay that won the top ten essays of the year. In fact, there is not much bonus, it is just a name that fools people."

Han Ling felt that Li Dong was lurking in money. He actually said this kind of honor was worthless and he only had the bonus. This person was really. "Can I read the prose?"

"Forgot that article, I'll take a look."

Li Dong picked up the letter and looked at it. "It's this one."

Han Ling muttered, what does this mean? Have you published many articles? Forget it, please ask for the pen name. "Psy name Li Dong."

"Isn't that your real name?"

"Is there any problem? Lu Xun didn't stipulate that the pseudonym cannot be used with its real name."

Well, Han Ling thinks Li Dong is really a strange person. He is so narcissistic, and uses his real name as a pen name. "Can you borrow these books to read?"

"Do you know Japanese?"

“I majored in English and Japanese, and also studied Russian.”

"Talented girl, okay, I'm giving this book to you, I want me to sign it." Li Dong said with a smile.

“What does the signature do?”

Han Ling didn't expect it for a moment, just looking at Li Dong, Xiaoxiao, with an idea flashed through her mind. "You wrote this book?"

"Yes, science fiction."

Li Dong smiled and said, "I don't know if you like it or not."

"I like science fiction very much."

Speaking of which, Han Ling whispered. "Last time I read a book of Neuro Travels, I was so imaginative. I really can't believe that this is something humans can think of."

"Thank you for your praise, actually, I think it's average."

Han Ling thought to herself, "I'm praising you, hey, it's not that coincidental. At this moment, Han Ling felt that the world was too small." "You wrote this book, but it's a pseudonym."

“Oba Niubu is reliable.”

Li Dong said with a smile. "After all, it is published in English. Is it okay to give an English pseudonym?"

"no problem."

But you just finished your real name as your pen name, and Han Ling thought to herself that this person would not deceive you, right?

Of course, as there are countless names, Li Dong also has many unknown names, such as future underwear designer Leonardo Li Zi, and other names that are destined to resound throughout the women's world in the future.

"I think it's okay, too."
To be continued...
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