There was a lot of interviews with Ron Woodruff a few days ago and the customs and customs I experienced all the way in the United States, the new work started very smoothly.

But he is not an American after all, and he will still encounter some difficulties when writing in depth with a short experience.

Sometimes Lin Chaoyang would go to the Central Library of New York to check materials, and sometimes he would call Luan Walter to his home to communicate with him about the details of his creation. Most of the time, the problem would be solved.

After entering the writing state, he got up at about 7:30 every day, then went downstairs to have breakfast in a nearby cafe, took a walk, and returned to the apartment to start writing.

I wrote that I would go out for lunch until two o'clock in the afternoon, and then wandered outside.

After writing a book for more than half a month, his footprints spread across Central Park to Hudson River, 59th Street to 110th Street, and he visited the entire Upper West Side.

Of course, his wandering is not a wandering around in vain. He will talk to strangers, which is also a kind of field trip.

I waited until seven or eight o'clock in the evening before going back to the apartment, and then wrote for two or three hours before going to bed.

This cycle goes on and on.

By the way, he went to Wall Street twice in the middle.

By the last day of mid-June, his new book had written 100,000 words, which was quite efficient.

That day he received a call from McCrath of the New Yorker, saying that the sample issue for the last week of June had been released.

The first article of Lin Chaoyang's "China on the Bite of a Tongue" column was published on it, and he went to the New Yorker magazine for this.

Since its inception, the New Yorker has insisted on using comics to present urban life or current affairs in New York.

It has not changed so far. This is not only a feature of the magazine, but also an inherent impression of it by all readers.

The three-column layout, Carlson font, illustrations and advertising distribution of the inner page have not changed much in recent decades.

Lin Chaoyang's column articles were placed in the "Life and Letters" column.

In McCrath's view, several articles in "China on the Bite of the Tongue" are about diet, but more about culture, the interaction between man and nature, and the development and changes of society. The style is very consistent in "life and letter paper".

"Lin, what do you think?" McCrath asked Lin Chaoyang who was flipping the sample.

"very good."

McCrath nodded, "Then it's OK. Next Monday, this publication will appear in major bookstores and schoolbag stalls in the United States."

The New Yorker is a weekly magazine most of the year and is published every Monday.

With a sample magazine, Lin Chaoyang left the New Yorker magazine.

"Lin, are you really not considering using a computer to write?"

A few days later, Luan Walter was called by Lin Chaoyang again to Ansonia Apartment to consult about life details in the novel creation.

"I didn't know when you wrote in Chinese, but now it should be very convenient to write in English."

"Handwriting makes you feel more."

Luan Walter shrugged. Every writer he knew seemed to have a unique personal habit. Lin Chaoyang was already very healthy.

He looked at his watch, "It's already noon, what should I treat me to eat?"

"I gave you the opportunity to snatch fish with paid fishing. Shouldn't you invite me?"

"You have more royalties in a year than I earn in ten years, so don't be so stingy."

The two joked with each other and went out to find food.

There was a lunch meal, and Lin Chaoyang's foraging range widened a lot. He ran to an old shop on 86th Street: Barney Greengrass Restaurant.

According to Luan Walter, the store has been open in 1908 for more than 80 years and features sturgeon, salmon and whitefish.

"It has a nickname among New York's diners, called Sturgeon King."

Luan Walter is eye-catching and popularizing the history and characteristics of the shop to Lin Chaoyang.

"Yeah, that's not bad."

Lin Chaoyang tasted the special smoked salmon in the store and gave his own evaluation.

Listening to his comments, Luan Walter was a little dissatisfied and complained: "You are a diner who is difficult to serve,

I guess no restaurant will welcome you.”

When checking out, Lin Chaoyang stole a $5 note on the table, and the waiter immediately smiled.

"Welcome next time!"

"Look, I have another popular way!" Lin Chaoyang raised his eyebrows.

Luan Walter muttered: "It's amazing to have money, why don't you drive by yourself?"

"Lin, what are we doing on Wall Street?"

After lunch, Luan Walter did not return to Random House. He had a rare opportunity to fish. He did not plan to go back to work today. Following Lin Chaoyang, no one could do anything to him.

He savored the coffee relaxed and comfortable, and flipped through the latest issue of "The New Yorker".

"Lin, although I don't want to admit it, your prose is indeed well written. Our colleagues are reading it, and they all say it is well written."

"Is that true?" Lin Chaoyang's voice was a little absent-minded.

"Of course. Your article is very interesting. It seems to be about diet, but in fact it is about the development of society.

The evolution of history, the interaction between man and nature——————————”

Luan Walter praised a few times, but he didn't hear Lin Chaoyang's response. He raised his head.

Lin Chaoyang was so serious that his brows were frowning like mountains and rivers, and his eyes fell on the newspaper in his hand, "Is there any big news?"

Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "It's nothing. It's not the United States, it's China's East China, and SZ appears in South China."

Since May, there have been continuous rainstorms in some provinces in China. It is summer. People originally thought that plum rain was just coming early.

No one expected that abnormal rainstorms continued, and this situation occurred in many provinces.

Some provinces have exceeded 1,600 mm in just half a month, almost reaching the annual rainfall. SZ has appeared in the Jianghuai provinces.

He was reading the Wall Street Journal. It is naturally impossible for an American newspaper to report SZ in the inland areas of China to be too detailed, but Lin Chaoyang knew how serious the SZ was this time.

"It looks serious?" Luan Walter asked.

"It's quite serious." Lin Chaoyang put down the newspaper and said, "Luan, I have to go back to China!"

When Lin Chaoyang said this, his eyes were so serious that Luan Walter thought that he would pull off his clothes in the next second and reveal the capital "S" and red pants.

"Do you want to rescue the disaster?" Luan Walter asked tentatively.

"It's disaster relief."

Lin Chaoyang did not notice it, Luan Walter breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed an appreciation.

"I didn't see that someone as stingy as you would even think of going to disaster relief."

Lin Chaoyang said seriously, "My stinginess is to distinguish people."

After being hit by a critical blow, Luan Walter looked unhappy. He was thinking about how to fight back, but Lin Chaoyang had already stood up.

"Lin, where are you going?"

"Go back and pack your things and go to the airport."

Lin Chaoyang didn't look back.

At that moment, Luan Walter really felt that his back was really as charming as Christopher Reeve.

Unfortunately, he is a miser!

"Lin, don't forget to write novels when disaster relief is provided."

Flying across the ocean, it is impossible for Lin Chaoyang to leave whenever he wants. He left the next day.

Of course, Luan Walter, the driver, needed to go to the airport. He did not forget to remind Lin Chaoyang to write a novel in the car.

"You are so considerate!"

Lin Chaoyang got out of the car with his luggage, and Luan Walter watched him into the airport.

Half a day later, Lin Chaoyang walked out of the passage of Kaide Airport and saw Tao Yushu and two children at a glance.

There were a few bodyguards around them, but they were all scattered and mixed in the crowd, looking inconspicuous.

It took Lin Chaoyang for forty or fifty days as soon as he left. Two young men at home were so excited when they saw Lin Chaoyang and kept calling him dad.

"It's a coincidence that you came back. The company went public tomorrow!"

"I won't go, so I won't be mocked by the media again." Lin Chaoyang said jokingly.

"I've been back to Xiangjiang, so let's go. The company is not listed every year."

The couple got into the car as they talked.

Lin Chaoyang was concerned about the situation in the mainland, and he had very limited information in the United States.

"The situation is not optimistic." Tao Yushu's expression was worried, "I called my home, now the newspaper,

The TV is full of SZ news. I sent a reporter from Ming Pao to the mainland two days ago."

"Look at the newspaper." Tao Yushu handed over two newspapers, one was Ming Pao and the other was Ta Kung Pao.
To be continued...