daily living together

Most of the posts in Hao Zhengwu's Moments are selfies. On the day he first arrived in Thailand, he posted a few pictures of landscapes, all of which were blue sky.Coincidentally, a smiling cloud just appeared in the sky, and he took a picture of it, and the accompanying words were more literary than ever. It looked like a fool in love.

Luo Tong vaguely remembered this cloud, he seemed to have seen it when he looked up, and that's right, the two of them went to the same place.

At that time, I didn't even think about going to the company's annual meeting, or even being in the same online literature company.

Luo Tong pondered for a while, and then hacked Hao Zhengwu's computer.

It is not difficult for Hao Zhengwu to hack into the computer. Luo Tong went in and took a look around, just like returning to his own home, it was not difficult at all.It's just that the information in this person's computer was placed in a mess, which made Luo Tong very irritable. He endured it several times before he cleared up those messy software for him and started to check other things in his computer.

In addition to the messy desktop and messy files, Hao Zhengwu's computer is surprisingly healthy - there are no small movies that should be available at this age.

Luo Tong didn't believe it, so he searched again, but there was nothing there. He only found a sonnet, which was written in such a nasty way, that when Luo Tong saw the words "My Little Love", he shut it down immediately.

Luo Tong: "..."

Luo Tong thought, a virgin is really scary.

Thinking of this, the hot air began to surge towards his face again, and he knew that his cheeks must be hot right now without touching them.

Luo Tong was a little annoyed.

On the other side, Hou Ziyu was seriously discussing with Su Yueyue how to improve writing.

The two schools were not too far apart, so they simply got together and discussed while reviewing.

When Su Yueyue was brought by Hao Zhengwu to meet An Chijin, she met Hou Ziyu together. She was very nervous when she saw An Chi, just like a fan meeting her idol, but it was much better when she faced Hou Ziyu , and Hou Ziyu took the initiative to open the topic with a smile, she was also slightly relieved.

Su Yueyue is not a liberal arts student, so she always feels that she is not good enough, and she especially wants Hou Ziyu to recommend some professional writing guidance books for her to read.

But Hou Ziyu didn't think it would be of much help, he said to Su Yueyue: "Not everyone who studies literature can write well, the male frequency master Hao Zhengwu who brought you before, he still studied abroad As for business administration, isn’t it also well written? I think your writing is quite interesting before, and you don’t need to correct it from scratch.”

Su Yueyue was puzzled and said, "But I can't write it now, I think it's still a long way off."

Hou Ziyu said: "I probably know what you mean. Do you want to start with words and grammar and refine it?"

Su Yueyue nodded and said: "It should be, anyway, I just want to learn more, I don't want to write such a novice..."

Hou Ziyu looked at her in surprise, and said: "Xiaobai is pretty good, you see, I can easily understand what you wrote, and I think it's quite fun, in fact, it's okay to write a little bit of vernacular, as long as you write It reads smoothly, and everyone reads it happily, isn’t it great?”

Su Yueyue struggled and said, "But..."

Hou Ziyu waved his hand and said, "Comrade Su Yueyue, you must make progress in practice. Writing cannot be divorced from the masses!"

Su Yueyue nodded nervously, and said again: "But the whole plot line behind me is scattered, and I can't decide for myself, so I dare not write down."

Hou Ziyu said: "Don't be afraid of this, I will straighten it out for you a little bit." He took out a notebook, which listed the content of the novel written by Su Yueyue before, and some of the printed text, which he cut out and pasted into A frame line of the story, Hou Ziyu smiled and said: "Look, I came prepared!"

Su Yueyue was very surprised, she was still in a state of groping forward, suddenly there was such an enthusiastic reader who could help her, she was really grateful and didn't know what to say, she could only pinch the corner of her clothes and feel a little embarrassed Said: "I, I didn't write that well, it wasted your time too much, this really...caused you trouble..."

Hou Ziyu smiled and said: "Where is it, I really like what you wrote. Come on, let's go through it together. Although I can't write, my ability to 'listen' to stories is pretty good, and I can definitely help you. "

He spoke very confidently, and Su Yueyue also regained some confidence, leaned over and began to whisper to him about the plot she was going to write later, the two of them whispered together for a long time, and soon fell into the text.

Su Yueyue's problem is that she is too unconfident, and some places are placed on a very high position, and she lives too far away from her. This kind of writing that is half imagined and half carefully written by herself, coupled with a strict teacher, will soon Let her write like walking on thin ice, unable to stretch.

So much so that at the end of the writing, I didn't know how to write at all, and I was just careful.

Hou Ziyu thought for a while and said, "Your topic..."

Su Yueyue said: "What's wrong?"

Hou Ziyu sat up straight, twirled the pen at his fingertips twice, and suddenly changed the subject and said to her: "When I was writing essays before, I always couldn't write well. Mr. An Chi told me such a passage." Hou Ziyu seemed to be lost in memory, and he smiled after a while, "He asked me, 'When I wrote the pen, did I write the essay first when I had the topic, or did I write the essay first when I had the essay?'"

Su Yueyue was also a little confused: "First... the question first?"

Hou Ziyu said: "Actually, the question should not be raised in this way. It should be that we suddenly have such a meaning in our hearts, a feeling, it may be very small, only the back of a person standing there, or a sentence or two, or even a sentence. A little piece of music... I can't say what it is, but it touches a nerve in you and makes you want to keep it, write it down, and let others know."

Su Yueyue looked at him a little stunned: "Huh?"

He looked at Su Yueyue and said with a smile, "Before you write the first word, you have already realized that no matter how many hundreds of thousands or even millions of words this article has, the first paragraph in your heart that urges you to write 'Small meaning' is all the emotions expressed in this article."

He picked up the pen, opened a new page of the notebook, wrote two small characters "center" on it, and then drew a horizontal line underneath, and said to Su Yueyue: "Although there are still many feelings that need to be united." , but there is at least one point of concentration in them, if you grasp this point and condense it, isn’t it the title?”

"So you have been worrying about how to write next, which is completely unnecessary. When you write, you have already grasped that short "emotion". There are all kinds of waves in the plot, you follow it to continue the following story, and you can write it naturally."

"Don't think about any exercises. There is no such thing. As long as you write, you will gradually improve. You don't need to do special exercises, and it's not an exam. You just write what you like."

"If I insist on making a metaphor, I think this is more like a catharsis of the author's control of the field, using unique 'feelings' and stories to conquer the other party, making them willingly submit to you, be your subjects, and immerse yourself in the In this story. It is impossible for another person to do it, unique, amazing, isn't it?"

Hou Ziyu's eyes were smiling, and when he was talking, he thought of Mr. An Chi who was sitting on the throne with a cold face - thinking about it this way, he is really handsome!

Su Yueyue obviously thought of the same person as him, with excitement in her eyes!

Hou Ziyu quickly came back to his senses and said, "Don't think about others, think about yourself!"

Su Yueyue said: "But I am already a subject of Master An Chi, and I want to pay him tribute for the rest of my life."

Hou Ziyu laughed, and said: "Then you can contact Fatty. He is a diehard fan of Young Master An Chi, and he is the elder of the two dynasties... Oh, his name is Ma Li and he is also a roommate in our dormitory."

Su Yueyue blinked her eyes, and asked a little curiously, "Is he also a great god?"

Hou Ziyu said: "No, brother Ma doesn't write online novels, he is not an author. His wish is to be a hardworking and simple editor."

Su Yueyue smiled and said, "Really, but I think you are more like an editor!"

Hou Ziyu blinked and said, "Huh?"

Su Yueyue thanked him earnestly: "You taught me a lot today, really, I am very grateful to you, I have now remembered the little 'little meaning' when I wrote this article, I already know how to write it , I will try my best to write it down!"

Hou Ziyu looked at her for a while, then suddenly smiled: "That's pretty good, you work hard!"

Su Yueyue laughed and said, "'Editor Hou', you have to work hard!"

Hou Ziyu said: "Okay!"