Work hard to gain experience

Chapter 256 Teaching You to Write a Novel

Zhong Qingxue looked at Xia Le'an quietly and didn't speak, but Xia Le'an already understood the meaning in her eyes: "It's hard to explain this thing clearly. Everyone has their own style. Some people write novels, just in the Writing routines, infinite routines are repeated one after another. Some people write what they want to write. As for whether the grades are good or not, let’s talk..."

"Don't make excuses for yourself, okay?"

Zhong Qingxue covered her forehead, and Xia Le'an smiled: "Don't believe me? Just open a book on the ranking list, and then tell me the title and introduction..."

"Ok?"

Zhong Qingxue followed suit out of curiosity, and clicked on a book that ranked No. 99 in female frequency, and she loved it [-] times...

After taking a look at the introduction, she felt it was disgusting even to herself, so she quickly changed it to another book with a more common title, "Daddy, a Neighbor to the Earth". The content of the introduction was probably that there was a person of the same age as the Earth, and all the He has experienced everything and got tired of it, so he set a seal for himself. In each life, only when he experiences very big things or reaches a certain age, the memory will be unsealed. After unsealing the memory, he will use it according to this life. The things I experienced before, continue to live on this trajectory...

"Hey... I have the title and introduction of the book, and then?"

Zhong Qingxue looked at Xia Le'an curiously, and Xia Le'an snapped her fingers: "I almost got it, Chapter 1, my memory came back to life, I had a daughter, and then I decided to continue living as a baby daddy, and if I was the same age as the earth, then basically The truth is that you know all the things on the earth and know everything, so let’s start pretending to be tough. However, if you simply pretend to be tough, it doesn’t fit with people of the same age on the earth. Therefore, multiple daughters, starting from daughters Conflicts with other people's affairs... You see, the content in the book is not like this."

Zhong Qingxue clicked on Reading Night with hesitation. The chapter in Chapter 1 was called Memory Recovery...

He looked up at Xia Le'an who was smiling proudly, and quickly browsed the contents of the book. After reading about ten chapters, he put down his phone and said, "Maybe you have read this book before."

"I was right, wasn't I?"

Xia Le'an happily snapped her fingers: "When I first started reading novels, no matter what genre or plot, I would read them. Later, I gradually got tired of it, because... no matter what genre and plot, To sum up, there is only one sentence, it’s cool to watch, it can be violence, or emotion, it can also be to defeat the enemy, or pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, in short, it’s cool to watch.”

Zhong Qingxue asked curiously: "And then?"

"Then, there is no after."

Xia Lean leaned back in the chair: "After confirming this, I will start to guess the plot after reading the novel. Basically, I can guess almost exactly, just like watching a movie that has been spoiled. So, start writing it yourself."

"However, the novel you wrote is not enjoyable, and you don't want to read it at all, okay?"

Zhong Qingxue curled her lips: "There are theories one after another. When it's your turn to write it yourself, alas... If I weren't your girlfriend, I would never read your book."

"You do not understand."

Xia Le'an sighed: "In this world, there are many people and many readers. If you don't like it, others like it, and what you like, others don't like it. Except for banknotes, there is nothing in this world that everyone can like. Don't call it a novel."

"Whatever you want to say, just say it, don't talk nonsense."

Zhong Qingxue rolled her eyes coldly: "You don't need to guess, you are going to say a lot of truths again."

"Hehehe..."

Xia Le'an smiled dryly: "Because what I hate the most is spoilers. If you can read the beginning of a novel and you can know the end, then I won't read it. Therefore, the novel I write is the same. If I already know the end If the ending is over, then I will become very reluctant to write... Think about it, is my novel completely unpredictable about what will happen next?"

"Lazy...can you stop making so many excuses for your failure? It's because your novel doesn't have a main line outline, so the plot is messed up. Why did you say it out of your mouth, but it turned out to be very tall? .”

Zhong Qingxue looked at Xia Le'an with disdain: "Don't make excuses for me, if you are really capable, then you can write a novel with looping routines, regardless of whether the routines are looping or not, as long as many readers like it, it is a novel." A good novel."

"I don't know how to write, and I can't write that kind of thing, so I said, I'll teach you how to write."

Xia Le'an reached out and flicked Zhong Qingxue's forehead: "I'll tell you the direction of the plot, how to write, how to break chapters, how to ambush the pen, how to pretend, how to mobilize the expectations of the readers, and then write it, so that it can prove my theory That's right, it can also give you something to do, what do you think?"

"This……"

Zhong Qingxue thought about it seriously for a while: "Well, anyway, there are no good movies or TV shows recently."

"That's such a happy decision."

Originally wanted to buy a computer and put it in the store for Zhong Qingxue to type, but Zhong Qingxue stopped him: "I have a laptop that has been left at home for a long time, so the requirements for coding are not high?"

"It's not high, as long as it can be turned on."

……

"Eh... you..."

Xia Le'an saw Zhong Qingxue typing on the keyboard with a one-finger technique and felt a headache: "Stop writing."

Xia Le'an downloaded a Jinshan Typing pass and installed it: "Let's practice typing gestures first, sharpening the knife will not miss chopping firewood."

"Ok."

Zhong Qingxue puffed her mouth aggrieved by Bala: "As long as you can type, it's fine, why do you need to practice?"

After being knocked on the forehead by Xia Le'an, he put his hands on the keyboard and began to practice typing gestures.

Xia Le'an started to make the medicine jars that Zhong Qingyu needed.

Zhong Qingxue tapped on the keyboard for half an hour, then walked to Xia Le'an with her mouth curled up, "I'm tired, my hands are sore."

Xia Le'an took Zhong Qingxue's hand and rubbed it lightly: "At first, it was like this. It will be fine after you get used to it. Then, when you press the keyboard, don't use too much force, as long as you can type out the words, you should use your strength at a certain level. Come on, don't waste it needlessly."

"knew……"

Zhong Qingxue felt as if she had become a student again, and Xia Le'an was that nagging teacher, no matter what it was, Xia Le'an would always talk about it for a long time.

However, the effect was really obvious. After practicing for a long time, Zhong Qingxue felt that her hands were obviously much more coordinated, and she no longer wanted to press the N key but hit the M key instead.

It was another fishing day, with not a single customer. Xia Le'an had already made the medicine jars Zhong Qingyu needed at noon, and spent the rest of the time explaining some theoretical knowledge about writing novels to Zhong Qingxue.

(End of this chapter)