Chapter 9

Mr. curry explained the situation of tomorrow's semi-finals in detail on the stage, and then shared his writing experience over the years with everyone.

In his view, a good writer should be inseparable from life, and novels should be life. Never let novels be higher than life, and novels higher than life can not move people.

Kevin appreciates his point of view very much. In his previous life, he always wrote novels according to this idea. However, because of the tradition and bad luck, he has been on the street all the time.

"Well, literary talents, I have said all I have said. As for tomorrow, it depends on your performance whether you are the champion. Goodbye. "

With that, Mr. curry left with a kind smile and applause.

According to the process arrangement, the players who participate in the semi-finals first come to London Press to report, and then hold a meeting to explain the situation of tomorrow's semi-finals by Mr. curry. After that, the players can choose to visit everything of London Press..

Therefore, after the meeting, many of the players who participated in the semi-finals chose to visit the London press before returning to the hotel.

In the London Press, Annie's editor in chief is sitting in her unique office, looking at the selected manuscripts, which are from the semi-finals.

According to the arrangement of London Press, at the beginning, Annie was able to be one of the chief judges of this literary competition, but because she was going to study in New York temporarily, she withdrew from the position of chief judge.

Today is also the editor in chief of Enni, who came back from New York to study more than 20 articles in total. Enni read them very carefully. She didn't blink until her colleagues got off work in the evening.

"It's OK. It's similar to the level of previous years. I hope they have good results in the second round."

When she said this, Ernie still had the last manuscript to read. Although it's time to get off work, she was always diligent and planned to finish reading the last manuscript.

"The rose of love" is a poem. The author's courage and self-confidence can be seen in such a contest. Let me have a good look. "

Then, editor in chief Annie looked down curiously

Time cannot destroy love,

But the flower of love will suffer if it is unkind,

Even if it is blooming in the shade of fantasy,

It will wither suddenly and make you off guard.

Time cannot destroy love,

But love will be destroyed by love,

Will destroy its shrine with its bright red light.

"Wonderful, this writing is really wonderful, this idea is really unique." Ernie couldn't help talking to herself when she saw the last lines of the poem.

Yes, the rose of love is one of the classic masterpieces of Shelley, the great British poet on the earth. Shelley has used his imagination in those poems all his life, which is also the key to the popularity of his poems.

Enni couldn't help but be deeply immersed in this poem. She read it five times at a time, but still didn't enjoy it.

"The insight of love and sophistication is too profound and unique. Such a talent must be the pride of the British literary world in the future. I really want to meet the author and ask him how he wrote such a work. "

Editor in chief Annie is the kind of person who dares to think and do from childhood. She immediately finds Kevin's phone number from the materials in the manuscript, and then calls him without hesitation.

At this time, Kevin is watching the Premier League game in the hotel, but it's a replay of the match between Manchester United and Crystal Palace.

"Damn it, Falcao is such a bull. He kicked the ball in lightly."

Kevin said excitedly.

Just finished saying this, the mobile phone began to vibrate. This is a very common low-grade mobile phone in the UK now. It can only vibrate when there is no ring tone and when there is a call or a message. However, this mobile phone is already quite good for Kevin from a poor family.

Kevin looked at the number, very strange, hesitated to answer. Finally, born again as a part of the country of courtesy, he picked it up.

"Hello, are you Mr. Kevin《 Did you write the rose of love? "

"Yes, I'm Kevin, and I wrote love rose. Who are you, please Kevin came back politely.

Kevin certainly remembers that he wrote the rose of love, but isn't it the poem he used to participate in the London literature competition? How can the other party know?

"Oh, that's good. I'm the editor in chief of London Press. My name is Ernie. Your article is very good. Can we see it below. Oh, it's just time for dinner. We can stop by for dinner Annie said.

"Certainly, but I'm not familiar with the city of London. Dear miss enny, you know, I'm from Edinburgh. I'm new here

Kevin certainly won't miss an appointment with the editor in chief of London Literature Press. Besides, isn't his Jane Eyre still not signed by the publishing house? Maybe it was a wrong choice to give her to Enni.

After all, London literature is one of the best publishing houses in Britain, no worse than Dehai, which has thrown Jane Eyre's manuscript into the dustbin before. Moreover, according to its strength, London literature press can also rank in the top five, which is why it has the ability to hold the most authoritative competition in English literature.

"Don't worry, I won't bully you. You wait in the hotel. I'll pick you up in my car. Oh, great Mr. Kevin, we'll see you later. "

"All right, dear miss enny, I'll see you later."

Ernie's soft ticking voice made Kevin really unable to guess her age. But if I can be the editor in chief of London Literature Press, I'm in my thirties. But listening to the voice, Kevin couldn't imagine that it was said by a woman in her thirties.

After putting down his cell phone, Kevin put the USB flash drive with Jane Eyre manuscript in his pocket and planned to introduce himself to Annie editor in chief at that time.

Even if Annie is interested in his rose of love, she will like Jane Eyre. After all, these works can stand the test in any country on earth. At the beginning, Dehai publishing house didn't want it. It was their loss. One day, they will regret it.