I'm The Hard Rice King

Chapter 222 Tragedy

He Yimeng did not agree to the proposal of burying the hatchet and hung up the phone.

Li Peifeng knew that she was definitely going to act like a monster again, but she didn't care.

"I'm not afraid of a slanted shadow when I'm crooked. No matter how bad the situation is, I've survived it. What can you do to me?!"

After lunch, he continued typing.

Li Peifeng has made up his mind that the most urgent task at the moment is to write a book, and everything else must make way for it.

How can you enjoy the fragrance of plum blossoms without experiencing a bone-chilling cold?

Kissing a girl for an hour is not as good as sitting in front of the computer and typing 3,000 words more.

All success is hard-won. If you want to stand firm, you must be ruthless!

Preface to "Sunflower Collection": If you want to practice this skill, you must first go to the palace.

Foreword to "How to Become a Master of Internet Literature": Once you pick up the keyboard, you will no longer be a mortal. If you keep your heart in mind, the Internet literary master will be farther and farther away from you, which will be unspeakable misery!

This is not a joke. One of the conditions for every web writer to become a great god is concentration and diligence. Focus on hard-working code words. If you don’t work hard, you can’t do it. The industry of web writers is too introverted.

Some gave up going to school for coding, some gave up serious work to concentrate on writing books, and some broke up with their girlfriends because they thought that being in love took up coding time. These things have actually happened to the authors Li Peifeng knows.

Compared with the online literature industry, all 996 are pediatrics. The truly hard-working authors are 24 hours a day, either coding or conceiving, and dreaming about plots.

For example, a certain platinum god of male frequency, when his wife was pregnant, wrote more than 4 million words a year, more than 400,000 words a month, and updated nearly 13,000 words a day on average.

What the great master really did was that in addition to sleeping and eating, he coded in front of the computer every day, and even typed two lines on his mobile phone while squatting. When his wife gave birth in the operating room, she was crying to death, and he was still typing on a laptop outside the door.

social contact? entertainment? holiday? family? healthy? Not at all!

If you want to stand out in the online literature industry, you must make a huge effort. In other words, this is true for any industry.

A well-known director was just a small screenwriter in the early days. One day, his father passed away and he was still attending the funeral. The company called him and asked him to write the script. What subject matter? Comedy, did you write it in the end? I wrote it, I had the courage to write it!

There is even more outrageous, Li Peifeng is not unheard of, but I don't know if it is true or not, and I don't know if the protagonist is an online or physical writer, I just know that there have been such rumors in the circle...

A certain writer takes estrogen to suppress physiological reactions in order to concentrate on writing a book and not waste time on hand punching! !

"It's like destroying a wolf, it's incomparable, it's incomparable, I'll just eat some Peiyuan Pill."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Peifeng stretched his waist, took a short rest, took out a pill of Peiyuan and took it with water, which relieved his tense and tired nerves.

There is an old saying: "Substantial energy without thinking about adultery", with sufficient energy, one will not think about men and women. Peiyuan Dan is only a tonic, not a medicine that makes people dreamy. Li Peifeng feels that taking it will also help him code.

"Perhaps Huang Tianxuan should study it too? Forget it, she hasn't studied [Gujing Qiangshen Pill], I don't think there is any need to ruin things..."

Li Peifeng shook his head, cleared his mind, walked to the window sill and looked into the distance, his eyes were out of focus, and he began to conceive how to design the ending of "The Lady".

Generally speaking, the ending of web novels should naturally be happy. If the author commits a literary problem, instead of writing a happy ending, he writes a miserable one, and madly throws knives at the characters, then he himself will be stabbed by readers very easily.

Even if his personal safety is no problem, his next book will at least lose a large number of readers.

"I spent money on reading and followed this book for a year or two, but the dog author, you fucking blocked me at the end and made me suffer? Blocked!!"

This is the mentality of most readers. Li Peifeng understands it very well, so for the consideration of the market, the endings of his previous books are basically happy.

but now……

"Tired!"

Li Peifeng is really tired of writing, tired of writing about female videos, and tired of writing about Dzogchen, so now he wants to write something different.

This is not a simple attempt to commit suicide, but Li Peifeng discovered a problem, a problem that he only discovered after being immersed in female videos for many years.

Perhaps it is the "mom" mentality unique to women. Subconsciously, they like to achieve moral superiority through self-abuse and sacrifice.

In other words, female readers actually like novels that are a bit sadistic. Although they may not admit it with their mouths, their bodies are very honest.

In fact, the same goes for male readers. "Tragedy can touch people's hearts more than comedy." This is already a law. Those who don't believe it can think back to all the novels, movies and other artistic works they have read. Everyone will definitely remember it. There are more tragedies than comedies.

Looking at the two male and female channels, popular novels and film and television adaptations have achieved extremely high ratings. Their endings are also tragic. Even if they are not tragedies, they are regrettable, and they are by no means a happy ending in the traditional sense.

But there is a premise, and the premise is that the author has written enough and is strong enough, and cannot be sad for the sake of being sad. That would be poisoning, and he would be a hopeless fake literary youth.

It should be unexpected and reasonable, in a word...

"I want to write a tragedy! I must commit this bitch!"

Li Peifeng's eyes were frighteningly bright, and he said to himself: "I already have a good idea, and the clues that Mai laid down before can be used just right."

"Oh shit, maybe this is called Grass Gray Snake Thread, Thousand Miles of Folding Veins! I am worthy of being platinum!"

The bullshit foreshadowing was just an idle touch from before. Li Peifeng never thought it would be used in the ending, so it became...

"Inspiration, this is inspiration!"

He quickly sat back at the computer desk and was about to start coding when he hesitated again.

"What if the readers don't accept it?"

After hesitating for a moment, Li Peifeng burst into laughter.

"Anyway, my next book will be on a male channel. Whether you want to read it or not, I won't wait for you!"

Li Peifeng plans to use the author's rights to be a little willful in the ending of what may be his last female novel. He still doesn't know how the readers will react to the ending designed like this. Anyway, he wrote it very well.

He was so high that he forgot about food and sleep. If Zhao Qingge hadn't called at six o'clock, he would have forgotten about dinner.

"have you eaten?"

"It's the right code, I forgot."

After Li Peifeng answered casually, he was a little surprised why Zhao Qingge called him at this time on Saturday, and asked casually: "Have you eaten?"

"Didn't eat."

After Zhao Qingge finished speaking, he fell silent, as if waiting for Li Peifeng to continue speaking.

What does that mean? It seems to understand a little bit.

Li Peifeng coughed: "Then what do you want to eat?"

"casual."

What a nasty word!

Li Peifeng chuckled: "I'm fine with it, as long as you wear black stockings to the banquet, I'll eat whatever you want."

(End of chapter)