夜未央

    Assistant Xia came into the aisle. Her heels stepping on the white sand cubic floor, issued a crisp sound.
    Through the glass wall of the office in the other end of the aisle, she saw the editor after the desk, lcd monitor not blocking his face.
    Assistant Xia knocked on the door gently and asked: "Hello, may I come in?"
    "Come in."
    Assistant Xia opened the door and walked in, said:
    "Translation of the tragedies of the twentieth century western literature comparative series made some progress, tasks of ulysses&a la recherche du temps perdu have been arranged anymore, but no answer received from the editorial team of das schloss until now."
    "Let editor Bao help them."
    "OK."
    Assistant Xia put the folder on the desk.
    "This is a rejection letter drafted by editor Yang, please review."
    "Oh, please wait some time."
    "OK." Assistant Xia turned out of the office, closed the door and walked into the aisle.
    Editor picked up the glasses, opened the folder.
    Letter printed on a piece of A4 paper, the content was written like this:

Hello, Mr. Jiang,

    Since the editorial department received your manuscript last year, several editors have carefully read your novel. Frankly, refreshing style of your novel left us a deep impression. It's in contrast to today's published book. The novel raises some good social ideals, and reflects some real social problems, also reaches the length request. We appreciate the opinion of your literature, and thank for your paperwork.
    But we also see that, in the current construction of a socialist well-off society, some of the situation described in the novel may not meet the reading needs of ordinary working people. Relatively speaking, we need some literary and artistic works generally loved by the masses, which can guide the people establish the correct social values.
    I have a simple analogy, take a section of your novel for instance, the fifth chapter is so written in the beginning:

    The farmer selling watermelon put one of the four coins on palm into coin box, and get a fifty cents coin onto palm from the box.
    James Dong took a few steps and heard shouting from behind:"My God!"
    Watermelon would be sold in english? Selling in Tongji University, at least to master two foreign languages.
    "Mai gua de(People who buy a watermelon)!"
    James Dong looked back,
    "Three yuan fifty cents!"
    "Giving change?" James Dong took a few steps back.
    "You only gave three yuan fifty cents!"
    "You mean I've made a mistake?" James Dong stepped up.
    The farmer selling watermelon spread palm in front of James Dong. Several men standing around with the hands hidden behind  walked up. Carrying the watermelon with a hand, James Dong took out his pocket purse with the other hand, found a fifty cents coin and put it on the hand of the farmer.
    The night of Jiading campus was quiet.

    From the description of this section, your attitude is undeniable realism, but some depiction is difficult to understand. For example, the third paragraph about the farmer selling watermelon, is the protagonist perspective, or is outside perspective, it might not be explicit. Again, the last paragraph of lyric is too simple, it can expand to the surrounding natural environment and the architectural style, after all, it is a famous school. Also, you are directly using english in your novel, though now the general readers are mastering english, but some senior readers may not accepted this writing style.
    Of course, if the current book market is as good as the previous year, your novel maybe acceptable. For these various reasons, I hope you can understand the rejection, and accept the sincere apology of us.
    We hope you expand your literary creation to broad society, create typical characters of new era, and to broad wilderness, where if it is a barren field, we have to change it.

    The bottom of the letter was not yet signed.
    Editor put the folder on the desk, and pushed the mouse of computer. The black screen flashed. There was an email has title but no content, the cursor blinking in the message body blank.
    Editor moved hands to the keyboard, slowly typed out a few lines below:

Hello everyone,

    Financial losses invaded editorial department last year, so the desk calendars were not printed. We must say sorry to everybody waiting for it,

    At this time, desk phone rang, editor picked up the phone,
    "Hello,"  
    "Certainly,"
    Editor took off his glasses,
    "Day open?"
    "Well, congratulations!"
    Editor hung up the phone, and picked it up once again,
    "Secretary Wu, please prepare some congratulatory presents. If need help, please call back. Thanks!"

    所以醒了又睡。

    呵呵。

    昨天看到马路上交通管制，想起来这几天正在高考，祝孩子们考试顺利。

    晚上一直在听《月光》。
    今天感觉有点累，早点睡吧。