"Yes, you have found the right style this time!"

When Wang Shuo heard this comment, his face showed surprise and surprise.

Among the manuscripts he has sent to "Contemporary" in recent years, this manuscript should have the highest evaluation.

Wang Shuo couldn't help but ask: "What style?"

"In your previous works, from "The Stewardess" to "Half Sea Water, Half Fire", you wrote a lot about love and love, and they were pretty good, but that's all.

This time, in my opinion, this novel has a bit of a transformational meaning.

Not only does it have a strong sense of magical realism, but it also integrates the language characteristics of Yanjing very well. At the same time, it also well depicts the oppression and alienation of marginalized young people in society.

Ridicule, fiction, and rebellion make this novel very avant-garde, but it is also different from the current avant-garde novels."

It was rare to hear Lin Weimin praise him, and Wang Shuo's mouth couldn't help but smile brightly.

If you can speak, speak more.

"Then can it be published in the official issue this time?" Wang Shuo asked coquettishly.

"able!"

After receiving Lin Weimin's affirmative answer, Wang Shuo laughed wildly.

Smiling, he suddenly remembered and asked: "By the way, you didn't say it just now, what is my style?"

Lin Weimin sneered: "Ruffian style!"
Chapter completed!