Re-select the life system

Chapter 6 6 What kind of experience is writing Zhihu Ti

Seeing the words bosom friend, various memories flooded in Qin He's mind like a tide.

"Story gathering, bosom friend, Yilin, reader, youth digest, folk tales, ghost stories...legends of the past and present...!"

In addition to these formal magazines, there are also various colorful magazines in the eighties and 90s, which intoxicate a generation of people. With the advent of the Internet age, everyone's time is gradually fragmented, and the freshness of the past is no longer there. and anticipation.

A series of memories in his mind seem to be just yesterday. Compared with bosom friend, what Qin He loved most when he was a child were story clubs and legendary martial arts from ancient times. I spent all the extra-curricular book time I remembered from childhood to junior high school. After junior high school, I read more martial arts novels and the like, which is more enjoyable to read.

Growing up slowly, I started to get in touch with online novels, movies, games, and work. Gradually, those memories of my childhood were gradually compressed in the depths of my memory, and I lived in a state of walking dead every day. Ben was on the cover, and secretly sandwiched the magazine in the middle, watching it with gusto, and when he was happy, he made a silly laugh in class, for fear of being discovered by the teacher.

That kind of little apprehension, little joy, and simple memory gradually disappeared with age.

Seeing this magazine again, Qin He was filled with emotion.

Since there are bosom friend magazines in this world, there must also be readers, story clubs and other magazines. Qin He has read these magazines for more than 20 or [-] years, so of course he knows the style of these magazines.

Bosom friend also made great contributions in Qin He's youth. At the age of 13, at the age of first love, the stars on the cover of that issue showed a lot.

The bosom friend style articles are basically sensational and vaguely provocative, making you cry when you should cry, and always feel that there is something missing when you should have a psychological reaction, which makes a group of adolescent children want to stop.

The style of some other magazines is also similar. When these magazines were popular, the circulation of these magazines exceeded one million, or even over ten million. They can be seen in almost all parts of the country. Even this kind of remote and small rural elementary school found a bosom friend magazine. One can imagine.

When Qin He saw Zhiyin magazine, he felt that he had finally found a way to make money. Writing and publishing books was not realistic for Qin He at present, but submitting articles to magazines and earning some manuscript fees was within reach.

Just do what you say, since I can only stay at home now, so I might as well write more random stuff and send it to various magazines to earn some royalties to support my family.

Speaking of money, Qin He suddenly remembered that school was about to start again, and there were three children at home who wanted to study, so he didn't know what to do now.

The urgent desire to make money made Qin He hurriedly prepare to find a pen and paper.

He must be in a bad state, so helplessly, he called Lin Yifeng who was outside and asked him to help him find some paper and pens.

Lin Yifeng didn't think much about it. His second brother used to love to write and write. He didn't write for more than a month after he broke his leg. He was surprised. Seeing that he was looking for a pen and paper, he hurried into the place where Qin He was sleeping. Under the bed in the room, pull out a large box.

Seeing the big wooden box, Qin He suddenly became curious. Although he did not inherit Lin Yiqing's memory, the system told him that Lin Yiqing had a literary dream since he was a child, so he must also write something. These days, he didn't think much about it. .

But unexpectedly, this box is full of things like notebooks, books, and pens. Besides these things, there is also a small box inside, which can only be opened with a key, but a corner of the box has been broken. Qin He looked at it. At a glance, I saw that there seemed to be a few thick books inside, and I lost interest in opening them.

Lin Yifeng found a blank notebook, a pen and ink, put them on the desk, and happily went to play again.

The children in the family have always had good grades, and they have already finished their homework for the winter vacation. In this remote village, it is rare to have firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, and the children can't hide their hearts.

Qin He carefully sat on the chair and picked up the pen. He felt like he was sitting in his seat doing homework more than ten years ago. At that time, his grades in elementary school were among the top three in the class. But in junior high school, he began to I was addicted to games and novels, and gradually lost my way. In the end, I didn't pass the high school entrance examination, so I went to work in the society. In a flash, I was already over 30 years old.

Standing at thirty, but he didn't even find his life goal, Qin He couldn't help sighing.

Taking a deep breath, Qin He picked up the pen again, closed his eyes, and began to think about what to write.

Qin He meditated for a while, and the memory in his mind began to regress, and gradually regressed to when he was a teenager, opening a series of readers, magazines, story clubs and other magazines, focusing on the memory again, and gradually seeing the contents inside. Content, rebirth Once again reviewing the past memories, Qin He felt an inexplicable sense of freshness in his heart, but unfortunately memories are memories, dead things, and he will never return to his childhood and those youthful ages.

"No, I have a re-election life system. In the future, it may be possible to be reborn in my own age, my own world, experience everything in the past again, and make up for all the regrets that I missed."

The more Qin He thought about it, the memory in his mind gradually began to blur again.

Qin He quickly regained consciousness, took back his memory, and began to think about what he should really write.

Thinking of Zhiyin magazine, Qin He couldn't help but think of a famous website more than 20 years later.

"Know almost!"

Zhihu is also an amazing website. It can be said that it is a bosom friend magazine for contemporary literary youth.

"Thank you for the invitation. I'm in the United States. I just got off the plane... What kind of experience is XXX... Let me tell you the stories of my being XXX!"

When he first played Zhihu, Qin He couldn't help feeling that there are so many talents in Zhihu, all kinds of personal stories come alive, all kinds of experts and tricksters make people overwhelmed, and all kinds of knowledge points are amazing!

But after several years of playing, Qin He discovered that it is still possible to play like this?

Qin He couldn't help but raise his mouth, and picked up the Zhiyin magazine again. Many articles in it seemed familiar, but they were well-behaved. Most of the stories were just for people to laugh and sigh. There were no fascinating stories, as if they were wearing clothes. A layer of golden body is like, to put it clearly, there is no sense of substitution!
If you put the Zhihu stories in the text of this era, it should be possible to publish it, right?

Thinking about it, Qin He looked forward to it, so he quickly picked up the pen and began to write the beginning.

"Let me tell my story. The women I loved and loved me in those years."

"Tell me a story first...!"

"What kind of experience is it to earn the first million in life...!"

"This matter has to start ten years ago...!"

(End of this chapter)