Entertainment, I am a great artist

While the editor of Weilan Literature was having a carnival with readers, "Blue Star Strange Talk" was also quietly launched.

Unlike the previous issue, this issue of "Blue Star Strange Talk" does not have too much publicity.

One is that after the online version is launched, the layout of the three major websites has been determined, and the other is that the reader stickiness of short stories is relatively high.

Those who like short articles are generally literature lovers, as well as petty bourgeoisie and students.

Although people have different original intentions for reading short stories, most of them are basically for the purpose of learning, entertainment, and pastime before going to bed.

Therefore, the timing of the launch of the online version of "Blue Star Strange Talk" was well chosen.

Ten p.m.

It's the first time I've distributed benefits to everyone.

at the same time.

Brother Shui also habitually logs into the "Blue Star Strange Talk" website. In the last issue, he did not participate in the essays of the three major short-story magazines, which saved him from disaster.

But in this issue, he contributed to the magazine "Four Seas and Eight Barrens".

Today is also the release time of "Four Seas and Eight Barrens".

It stands to reason that, as the top three carriages of Blue Star's short stories, Brother Shui's level has always been recognized by the industry, and every novel has maintained a very high standard.

However, he just felt faintly uneasy.

Mostly wind.

This young writer who turned out to be born in the sky not only defeated Chunfeng in the last issue, but even the serialized online novels have become the benchmark in the online literature and game circles.

This made him unable to settle down no matter what.

"Old Shui, why aren't you sleeping?" The wife who was lying on the side of the bed turned over and saw that Brother Shui was still playing with his mobile phone, and couldn't help complaining.

"I'll see how the wind is doing." Brother Shui said vaguely.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The wife rolled her eyes, "Isn't it windy, and I still need to look at my phone, and it's winter, where is the wind coming from?"

"What do you know?" Brother Shui turned his back on his wife.

At this time, he finally saw the article written by Kuangfeng in "Blue Star Strange Talk".

"Suet Ball"!
What text is this?

Brother Shui read on.

[A prostitute named Suet Ball took the same carriage with a group of gentlemen and fled to the safe area of ​​Shuzhou during the melee in Blue Star's various continents. At a checkpoint, he was stopped by an enemy state official. Due to the beauty of Suif, the officer asked Suif to spend the night with him, but was flatly rejected by the patriotic Ball of Suet...]

After reading this, Brother Shui suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body.

prostitute!

war!

patriotic!

It seems absurd that the three elements with strong wording are combined in such a way, but when you think about it carefully, it is only natural.

Even, with a touch of realism criticism.

Unlike Chunfeng's fantasy writing, Brother Shui himself writes realistic short stories, so he has a sensitive intuition for this kind of subject matter.

This article, in terms of conception, is much higher.

It is true that the author is often limited by his own experience, and is easy to be imprisoned in a circle. It is difficult to break through, and it is especially difficult to expand his vision.

But this article has obviously reached an unattainable height.

So much so that it gives goosebumps all over your body.

"Hiss, it's so cold." Brother Shui couldn't help muttering.

"Cover the quilt when it's cold." The wife got up angrily, took out a quilt from the closet, and covered Brother Shui with it.

"What are you doing?" Brother Shui looked at his wife suspiciously.

"Didn't you say it was cold? When you are old, you have to obey the old age. You think you are still like a young man, seven times a night."

"What are you talking about?" Brother Shui turned around again in disgust.

read on.

[However, the refusal of the suet ball was opposed by the gentlemen in the same car. In order to reach the safe zone as soon as possible, everyone spoke out to persuade the suet ball to understand the general situation and the overall situation. After everyone's persuasion, the suet ball finally agreed Accompany the officer overnight. 】

Ah!
Big picture!

Brother Shui couldn't help shaking his head after reading this.

He suddenly remembered a story.

A train came from a distance and came to a fork, but five people were tied up on the railway ahead of it, and one person was tied up on the other railway.

So, should the railroad worker standing at a railway fork divert the train to another railroad?
Big picture?

Is it sacrificing the interests of one person and taking care of the interests of the majority?
What if the interests are exchanged for dignity or life?

Who has the right to take away the dignity and life of others?
At this point, the pen of "Ball of Fat" has become extremely sharp. If we say, the idea at the beginning is a winter wind, a cold season.

Then,

At this point, the tip of the pen has become a bloody knife.

While stabbing Ball-of-Fat, he also peeled off the hypocritical shell of the gentlemen.

"Murder and murder!" Brother Shui sighed again.

"Murder and murder?" The wife was angry, "Old Shui, you are wrong to say that. Back then, I was also a flower in the village, and I was tricked by you by writing a love poem with three lines and a half, without even a bride price. Have I blamed you for so many years, saying that you are old, why are you still not convinced? If you have the ability, you will climb up, if you have no ability, you will shut up. "

"I..." Brother Shui opened his mouth, suddenly feeling tired after all these years.

Yes, my wife met when I went to the countryside. She is indeed a village flower. Because they ate forbidden fruits, they had to marry with a son.

But for decades, the two have had no common language.

I feel that my wife is a No. 42 nut, and I have only a No. 36 screw.

Not a model at all.

Continue to focus on "Ball of Fat".

[The next morning, everyone went on the road again. The gentlemen celebrated loudly and sang songs. No one greeted Ball-of-Fat. Even because she accompanied the enemy officer, she was discriminated against. Ball-of-Fat could only shrink In the corner, drinking his tears. 】

The story is over!

Brother Shui's heart was like a stormy sea.

A good story can shake the soul.It's like a seal, on the white paper, and the red stamp is a flag on the highest peak.

Now, Brother Shui feels that he has also climbed a peak.

And this peak was guided by the strong wind.

"It's really too high." Brother Shui sighed again.

"Too tall, Lao Shui, you mean I'm too fat, you stinky old nines, don't think that my mother can't understand the yin and yang, okay, you think I'm too tall, right? I don't think you are tall, I Come climb you."

With a toss in the bed.

Brother Shui felt that his body had died a long time ago, and what was still lingering on was his unyielding artistic life.

Ugh!
Tomorrow, let's go to my daughter's house for a few days.

Otherwise, I am afraid that my artistic life will not last long.

ps: The hand speed is really slow, I think it’s time for the fourth update, I haven’t finished writing it, I’ll check it out tonight (laugh)