He is very sensible and likes reading since he was a child. He widely read famous novels and essays, including martial arts novels by Jin Yong, Liang Yusheng and Gu Long. His parents never interfere. Due to a lot of reading, his writing skills gradually improved. Later, his first novel Loneliness was published in Life Sixteen and Seventeen. Senior two and senior three won the first prize of the "New Concept Composition Competition" for three consecutive sessions and four consecutive sessions. But what really made him angry was Fantasy City, which sold 840,000 copies from the end of 2003 to June 5438+February. According to relevant media reports, Fantasy City ranked third in the national literature bestseller list in June 5438+065438+ 10, 2003. He was nominated as one of the "most popular writers" in the "2003 China Literary Figures" selection jointly organized by Sina. Com and Southern Metropolis Daily, and tied with great writers Wang Meng and Hai Yan, which made many literary predecessors fall behind. At that time, the novel Fantasy City was published in June 5438 +2003 10. At the Beijing Book Fair, it, together with Chi Li's Shout When You Have Pleasure and I'm Korean, ranked among the top three books in the sales list of literature, art and social sciences. It was distributed to 500,000 copies in just a few months. Some readers can't buy this book or even borrow it by hand, and their response to the expansion of the content of the work is more favorable. Some readers also suggested continuing "Fantasy City", making it into a TV series and a cartoon. At the same time, it has aroused great repercussions among literary predecessors and many experts. On March 27th, 2003, amid flowers and applause, Shanghai University held a lecture on "Fantasy City" for Jing M.Guo. Participants included Zhao, vice chairman of Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of Shanghai Writers Association, and Ge, a famous writer. It is the first time in China to hold such a seminar for the works of an unknown college student. What's more, at this time, he was bought out by Feng Chun Literature and Art Publishing House for the publishing rights of the works he created during his college years. In today's literary world in China, it is rare for students under the age of 20 to be worth millions.
In September 2003, Jing M.Guo published his second novel "How many flowers fall in a dream", which became a best seller with a circulation of over 900,000 copies.
Subsequently, Jing M.Guo issued "1995-2005 summer has not arrived". Nevertheless, Jing M.Guo was under pressure to edit the "Isolated Island" series.
At the end of 2005, at the request of Chen Kaige, the film The Promise was adapted into a novel.
In 2006, after the closure of the Island Book Department, he was promoted to the boss of Echo Company, and was the editor-in-chief of The Most Novel, which was published by Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House. The staff was I5land's former staff.
At the end of April 2007, I wrote lyrics for the theme song "I am the brightest" of Hunan Satellite TV's "Happy Boys". Soon, I used up all the papers published in Beijing to print a new book, The River of Sorrow. Later, I was told that the sales volume exceeded one million, and the sales volume of books in China ranked the top three in three days.
In August, I prefaced the photo album Happy Boys 13.
At the end of September, he joined the Chinese Writers Association.
Provide graphic planning for the book department of POOK, the most novel author of Youth Sacrifice.
Lin, a journey lost in boundaries
"If I get more than darkness" meow.
Top secret combination chocolate's one thousand and one nights
Love sports &; Masquerade, Alice
Don't turn back time, turn to thinking.
On June+10, 5438, Jing M.Guo founded a company headed by Han Xi, and others resigned one after another, allegedly because of the idea of running a magazine.
June+10, 5438, started to create a new work "Tiny Times".
165438+ 10 joined the Chinese Writers Association and became the youngest member of the Chinese Writers Association.
The following is a story about Xiao Si and his parents:
At that time a few years ago, 200,000 was a lot of money for me. It happened to be Dad's 50th birthday, and Dad learned to drive.
I thought for a long time about what to give my father, and finally I gritted my teeth and wanted to give him a car.
I didn't know anything about cars before, because I never thought that one day I would have the money to buy a car. At that time, I just listened to some classmates who love cars talking about Porsche or Ferrari in some magazines. But at that time, I knew nothing but their signs.
A publisher happened to contact me. He heard that I wanted to buy a car, so he recommended the person in charge of a newspaper with a special page on cars in Chengdu. Every issue of their newspaper has a full page about cars, and they know cars like the back of their hand. They said they could choose a car for me and deliver it to Zigong personally to my father. I am very happy to agree.
If this is just the beginning, it is not worth writing. At most, it is titled "My son is filial to his father and buys a car to celebrate his birthday". But as it turned out-
I was in Shanghai the day after my father received the car. When I went downstairs to buy things, I saw a roadside newspaper with a picture of my father on it. Dad sat in the car, holding the steering wheel, a little shy, but also smiling happily. I picked up the newspaper and saw the headline: "The funny face of the nouveau riche".
Dad is very happy on the phone. He repeatedly told me, "son, dad is very happy, but it's too expensive." Hey, I suddenly bought such an expensive thing ... thank you. "
Holding the phone, I casually asked my father, "I saw your picture in the newspaper." This is a good shot. "
Dad said shyly, "After the reporter delivered the car, he insisted that I sit in my seat and take pictures. I always refused and said no, but he said he would send a message saying that you asked me to take pictures. He always said that you were so filial. Later, I couldn't refuse ... Hehe, they also made me pose a lot. I am a big old man, but I am really not used to it. Hehe, I have also been a model. " After a pause, seeing that I didn't answer, my father asked a little worried, "... should I take pictures?" ..... In fact, I also told him not to shoot ... "
I said, "Nothing, nothing, the picture is good." Then hung up the phone in a hurry. Tears welled up in my eyes when I hung up the phone.
I bought all the newspapers around.
I burned them to ashes in the trash that night.
In the firelight, dad's smile in the newspaper was awkward and kind, but his hair had turned gray a lot, and the wrinkles around his eyes were full of joy.
I really hate them.
If one day, your son also gives you a gift. I also bought you something with the first money I earned. You must be so full of joy, so moved to tears, so ridiculous.
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Later, my parents gradually stopped talking about me to people around me. Many times reporters called them, and they all said carefully, "I don't know, don't ask me." My son didn't tell me. "
In my memory, my mother always puts all my awards and trophies from primary school to high school in the most conspicuous place at home. Every time someone mentions her son, she is very proud. Dad always tells others about me, and I have unspeakable pride.
But gradually, there is no such sound.
My parents are very careful not to let others know that they are my parents. Afraid of losing face for me, afraid of being told that they are from a small city.
My mother came to Shanghai for the first time. Because she couldn't take the subway, she held my hand nervously when she entered the station. My mother said angrily to me, "Will you be laughed at by others?"
They have come to me several times to sign books, and they stand silently in the farthest corner. Sometimes I look up from my hasty signature and look through countless dark heads. I can see my father's happy smile and my mother's excited red eyes.
In all the shouts of "I love you, Xiao Si", they stood in the corner far away from me, supporting each other and looking at me silently.
They didn't say "this is my son" to others, nor did they ask others to treat them politely. After the signing, they silently returned to the lounge, waiting for me to come back with my favorite drink.
They stopped talking about me.
They no longer share everything about me with others.
I never thought that one day, I would be such a son, a son who can't be proud of by my parents, and a son who can't share my growth joy with others.
When I have negative news, my mother will call me at midnight. Her voice on the phone is very careful and she will ask me how I am recently. After that, she will quickly add that my father has been sleeping badly these days, sighing all the time and always asking me to ask you. ...
Occasionally, my mother gets together with colleagues and friends, and good people will casually mention all kinds of negative topics about me. My mother shook her head and said nothing clearly. But it will still turn red soon. Want to help me explain, but afraid to say the wrong thing.
These are your feelings, and all of you can't understand them.
When you talk about me or our news.
Maybe that pair of old people who passed by you silently will feel very uncomfortable in their hearts.