Reward the anchor and become stronger

Chapter 131 Dreams
Xingshahuo Palace is a time-honored brand in China

It is a collection of traditional food, snacks, and cultural and folk customs in southern Chu.

The main store is in Pozi Street.

It has become a famous tourist attraction in Xingsha, a must-see place for gourmets and tourist internet celebrities.

In fact, the locals in Xingsha are not bad.

Not very rare.

Just like people in Beijing look at Quanjude.

As for the landlord's choice of staying here, he was sincere. After all, Yang Xiao was considered a foreigner after all.

The landlord's uncle's surname is Song, and his single name is Qing.

Song Qing.

It has a classical literary style, which is incompatible with the image and temperament.

After all, he is a greasy uncle in his 40s, and he stays at home as a charterer all day long, with a stubble beard and slovenly appearance, with a look of wanting nothing.

It's meal time.

The business of the Fire Palace is very good, and it is overcrowded.

The decoration of the lobby is quite retro, with a touch of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. In the corner of the lobby, Uncle Song Qing has already occupied a seat, waiting for Yang Xiao.

Seeing Yang Xiao coming in, he waved.

It's a pity that I didn't see Yang Xiao's supercar, otherwise my jaw would drop in shock and ask him if he really went home to inherit a fortune of hundreds of billions?
"Brother Song!"

"Little Yang!"

The two shook hands very affectionately.

Sit down and get served.

After a while, the dishes are ready.

They are all Chu Nan's classic dishes, such as fish head with chopped pepper, small farm fried pork, Maojia braised pork, Dong'an chicken, plus two or three plates of snacks, and a soup.

Almost a full table.

Live together.

It's a bit wasteful for two people to eat, and the dishes in Huogong Palace are not cheap.

But it shows the sincerity of the landlord.

Song Qing asked for a bottle of wine, Yang Xiao originally wanted to take a super car for a drive and enjoy the thrill of enjoying the attention of everyone, but it was rare to have a drink with his own fans, so he no longer refused.

I'll call a driver in a while.

"how are things?"

"Okay"

The two chatted for a while, and the topic slowly came to online articles.

"Hey, brother, when I was a reader, I used to scold when I was unhappy, what kind of broken writing, what kind of plot, and I still want me to subscribe. Whoring for nothing is cheap for you."

"Now that I write by myself, I realize that writing is not easy, but you can do it and cherish it!"

When this topic was mentioned, Yang Xiaocai was most touched.

He has been writing web articles since freshman year.

Before I wrote it, I also dismissed the writers and routines of the Internet. They all wrote shit, garbage, and brain damage. I sprinkled rice on the keyboard, and the chicken pecked out were better than those Internet writers.

With my writing talent, unrestrained imagination, grand and magnificent structure, and ups and downs in the plot, as long as I step into this industry, I will kneel down and submit to the Five Whites of the Central Plains and the Platinum of the Great God.

then
Then no one watched it at all, no receipts, no tweets, no comments, the stand-alone machine died, and I couldn't even sign the contract.

At that time, of course I was not convinced.

What a rubbish reader.

What rubbish edits.

no vision.

Don't know how to appreciate.

Eunuch, reopen.

Then, it was gone again.

During my freshman year, I wrote four or five books intermittently, but couldn't even pass the signing process.

After experiencing continuous setbacks, Yang Xiao finally realized that the problem might be in himself.

So he began to learn the skills of writing online articles, absorbing the experience of great masters, imitating routines, and deliberately throwing away those gorgeous words that moaned without illness, and the excessive self-satisfaction of Chinese and Erwen.

Finally got signed.

But the signing is only the first step in the Long March.

The exposure of the work, the feedback from the readers, the rhythm and narrative of the novel, the cool control, the boring coding time, and the risk of 404 at any time.

Along the way, Yang Xiao struggled, was scolded, humiliated, and hit, but he never gave up.

That's right, he has self-knowledge and no talent for web writing.

Some people say that hard work determines the lower limit.

Talent determines the upper limit.

Some people also say that there is no talent for writing online articles, and no matter how you teach or learn, you are just a scam.

Once upon a time, he also wanted to give up.

I also feel that I really can't do it, and God doesn't reward me with food, what can you do?
Even the efforts turned into ridicule.

Of course, before the system came out, he was still a smuggler, relying on full attendance and that meager subscription, he could get about 3000 yuan a month.

Can you live?
If it's just survival, a little less is fine.

But Yang Xiao's purpose is of course not to survive.

One is a dream.

It is his dream that one day, the book he wrote will be accepted by everyone, published, and made into a movie, animation and TV series. At that time, he will be able to proudly raise his head and tell those who questioned him loudly, who said that hard work is useless?Who said I couldn't be a writer.

real writer!
The second is to hope to reap career success, money, reputation, and social status.

After all, writers also have to eat.

Don't you see Wubai in the Central Plains, all the great gods have achieved fame and achieved wealth and freedom by virtue of their online writing.

Of course ideals are beautiful.

Reality is a bitch.

Because of the emergence of the system, Yang Xiao finally gave up.

Writing a novel is a dead end!
But then again, for the landlord uncle, it is another scene.

"Let me see what you wrote. It's normal to be scolded. Who didn't come here like this? It's hard to say, let alone you. Those platinum gods, famous writers, which one won't be scolded?"

"As long as the scolding has something to say, we will accept it humbly."

"If it's for the sake of spraying, or insulting human dignity, either ignore them, or directly silence them. Especially those prostitutes, they don't look good, they look at them, these people are really fucking cheap."

Yang Xiao's words really touched Song Qing's heart.

The change of status made the two of them feel sympathetic and sympathetic to each other.

"Help me see, what's the problem?"

The landlord's uncle found out the Internet articles he had written these days and showed them to him.

Yang Xiao looked at it very seriously.

This is a continuation of my own novel.

To be honest, the writing style, insights, opinions, experience and details are really good.

After all, people's age and experience are there.

However, the story, rhythm, characters and the core of the Internet article: coolness are obviously not fully understood.

Or rather sucks.

Looking at the online articles, the picture is refreshing and hearty.

The protagonist can't be green, can't be aggrieved, can't be oppressed, can't be timid, can't be bullied, can't...etc.

How cool?
Each has its own skills and routines.

But if the protagonist is unhappy, the reader will be unhappy too.

If readers are unhappy, they will of course abandon the book, or scold them, or even start to criticize them, making you doubt your life.

After reading it, Yang Xiao explained his understanding to him.

"Brother Song, I'm also a street person. I dare not say how correct it is. In fact, there are many tutorials and experiences on the Internet. You can learn more."

"Also, I would like to ask, what is the purpose of writing online articles?"

As soon as this remark came out, Song Qing said seriously: "At the beginning, I was just reluctant to part with your story and the characters in it. Later, after I took over the pen myself," he smiled awkwardly, a little embarrassed: "I wanted to write a popular story. The book of Baishi proves that he is also talented."

"To be honest, I also have a literary dream. I hope that in a few years, my children will be able to proudly tell their classmates and friends that his father is a great writer."

Yang Xiao nodded, without any sarcasm.

No matter how humble and realistic an internet writer is, who doesn’t have such a dream in his heart?
"So do you have any pressure in life?"

"It's okay, my wife and children are hot on the kang, and I have everything I need. The monthly rent is enough for my family to live happily."

"Well, yes, you are a charterer, and you still have a building. So I think it's okay to learn some Internet writing routines properly, but don't lose your own characteristics and persistence."

"Brother Song, anyway, you don't have any pressure in your life, why don't you just write what you want to write."

"It doesn't matter what the readers say, what his grades are, whether he has recommendations, and he can write whatever he wants. Only when he feels good can he have the motivation to continue writing."

"Otherwise, the more I write, the more painful it will be, and I won't know how to write in the end."

Song Qing's eyes lit up, and it felt like listening to Jun's words was better than reading ten books.

"Brother, you must be a god after finishing the book!"

After toasting Yang Xiao with a glass of wine, he felt much better.

(End of this chapter)