genius editor

Half an hour later, a yellow taxi stopped on the crowded road. Ren Mingqing appeared out of the window with a big schoolbag on his back, a book under his arm, and a large bucket of paper rolls in his arms. Thanks to the taxi driver in a hurry.Through the blurred and distorted glass window, Zhuang Mo seemed to be watching a silent silent film in a heavy rain. The protagonist of the silent film limped up the stairs, then faced the exquisitely decorated restaurant door and hesitated again, unable to make up his mind Should I come in.Zhuang Mo waved at him, and he shyly walked into the door opened for him by the waiter.

He sat down opposite Zhuang Mo in the rain all the way, holding his backpack, books and scrolls, sitting there awkwardly, like a country bumpkin who just came to a big city, only all the belongings in his arms can give him a little safety feel.Zhuang Mo asked someone to put a towel on, and he only dared to wipe his forehead lightly when the rain fell into his eyes, as if one of his movements would ruin the entire resplendent restaurant.

Zhuang Mo couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed the towel and asked him to lean over his head, helped him dry his hair, and asked him to bring a clean coat from his room to change into.The dryness and warmth made Ren Mingqing relax, and he soon appeared to want to talk, and looked at Zhuang Mo eagerly with a pair of dark eyes.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm not hungry..." Ren Mingqing said excitedly.

"You have to eat a little, I can't finish it by myself."

Ren Mingqing had received so much favor from him, she didn't seem to dare to eat any more from him, she only drank a little soup, and then showed a look of can't wait.Zhuang Mo asked someone to remove the plate and emptied the table: "You can tell."

Ren Mingqing immediately took out the four volumes of "The Great and Poor" from his backpack, which were covered with green sticky notes and colorful paper clips; then he unfolded the large roll of paper he bought from nowhere, and wrote in neat handwriting: Full of big and small plot points: "Mr. Zhuang, do you still remember that I was going to continue writing the ending of a book? I... I made an outline, can you help me see it?"

Zhuang Mo has never seen an author look at a text like this in his life.

Zhuang Mo had read "The Great and Poor Chronicle" a long time ago. After taking this task, he read a book every night, knowing the framework of the story by heart.He tactfully told Ren Mingqing that he had read the novel, and carefully checked Ren Mingqing's notes: "What do you think is difficult?"

"I'm not sure if my idea is in line with the original author's intention." Ren Mingqing pointed to his neatly written outline of the fifth volume, and explained the reason for each plot point of his arrangement.Zhuang Mo took out the pen in the inner pocket of his suit and made corrections on his outline.

"There is no problem in the general direction." Everyone in the protagonist group untied their knots and united to defeat the boss. This is a very typical story core.

"But your plot points are a bit too much." Zhuang Mo carefully estimated the text written according to this outline, and felt that the number of words was likely to be overwhelming, so he simply and neatly deleted some seemingly unimportant plots.

Ren Mingqing was very heartbroken: "Do you want to delete this...do you want to delete this too?" In his opinion, this is all necessary information.

"Don't think the readers are too stupid. You have this tendency, that is, you explain everything clearly, lest the readers don't understand, you can't wait to write all the characters' eating, drinking, and messing. There is no need for this. The novel is like a movie tape , it is not continuous, it is only 20 frames per second, human eyes can understand that this is a coherent and dynamic process. The same is true for novels, if there is no major event in the middle, you just skip to the next chapter Ten years later, readers will understand that this is a coherent story. The novels of the world pay great attention to the scene. He writes one scene and jumps directly to another scene. Just like a movie shot, there is a blank space in the middle. You should try to keep the scene as simple as possible, focus on the conflicts between the characters, all the plots have something to say, and the whole story will be very thrilling."

"That is to say, divide 20 words into four or five chapters. Each chapter is similar to an independent short story. It has a clear purpose. All the characters are involved in it, influencing each other and promoting the development of events. change?" Ren Mingqing immediately thought of something else, "This is the way drama is created."

Zhuang Mo was overjoyed, Ren Mingqing was beyond his imagination: "Indeed, Sihai Zongheng and Xuanyuan have this tendency. What they write is very like a stage play, and each chapter is a scene. In this chapter, the time, place, characters The conflicts are highly focused. One chapter is over, and the next chapter is thousands of miles away or months away. If you want to imitate him, you have to take this dramatic approach."

Ren Mingqing was encouraged, even if Zhuang Mo deleted the plot again, he would not be so depressed.

Together, they decided to divide the last part into four major events, so as to construct the scene, arrange the performance of the characters in it, and let them exit in sequence.They had a very big disagreement on whether the protagonist should be with the first female or the second female.

Zhuang Mo felt that Ren Mingqing was completely wrong: "It is impossible for Lin Che to be with Hua Ling, they are destined to be BE. Little junior sister Liu Feiqing is the heroine."

Ren Mingqing disagreed: "Generally speaking, it is impossible for brothers and sisters of the same school to form a positive result. In most novels, childhood sweethearts lose to Tianxiang. Although Lin Che and Hua Ling have different positions, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min also have different positions. Zhang Wuji was still not with Zhou Zhiruo in the end. And Linghu Chong, he married Ren Yingying, and his junior sister married Lin Pingzhi."

Zhuang Mo said: "Although Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min had different positions at the beginning, Zhao Min later married and obeyed her husband. Do you think Hualing seems to be someone who will marry and obey her husband?"

"Uh..." Ren Mingqing was speechless.

"At the end of the story, the two factions of good and evil are going to win and lose. What if the two of them are together? Both commit suicide before the battle?"

Ren Mingqing inserted his fingers into his hair helplessly.

"That's why Lin Che wants to be with my junior sister." Zhuang Mo marked his entire emotional line with an X, and then drew a circle around the male lead, pointing his shoulder at his junior junior sister.

Ren Mingqing was indescribably anxious: "No, Hualing's popularity is even higher..."

Zhuang Mo saw it: "You like flower bells."

Ren Mingqing was poked into his heart, and lowered his head shyly for a while: "She, she is very cute!"

"You've never been in love at all."

Ren Mingqing was poked in his mind again, and his face turned red.

"You have never been in a relationship, you have no say in this matter. Let me tell you what kind of woman a man likes. When we are young, it is true that we will be attracted by the flirtatious slut online red face, and feel that the gentle girl seems bland , but as long as you are a little bit more mature, you will be more inclined to a spiritual partner. Although Liu Feiqing is not as eccentric, beautiful and sexy as Hualing, and sometimes even makes you feel boring in silence, but you can’t go to see her With many character descriptions, you can tell that she loves Lin Che very much in her heart. She knows that Lin Che loves Hualing, so she has always put herself in the position of her younger sister, silently guarding him and fighting side by side with him. She and Lin Che grew up together, and the two had the same sense of justice and the same standpoint. When everyone couldn't understand Lin Che's virgin, Liu Feiqing stole the sword and sent him down the mountain. Touching. If the two of them are just ordinary relatives, how can a rough old man write about the breeze and the moon?"

Ren Mingqing was silent for a long time, and finally let out a weak sigh.

"And it is impossible for Hualing to abandon her own responsibilities. Four Seas has dealt with the two factions of good and evil very vaguely in this article. As a villain, Hualing is not a pervert who murders and sets fire. The starting point of what she does is also to save her. From her point of view, you can’t say that she did something wrong. Since that’s the case, it’s impossible for her to compromise with Lin Che. She can’t happily say, “I’m going to marry Lin Che, and I’ll join the other party’s camp.” , that's impossible. So I think she might be dying."

Ren Mingqing was completely paralyzed.Many years ago, he discussed the plot with Mr. An. Mr. An said that Sihai buried a foreshadowing in the fourth part, which seemed to imply that Hualing is the real relic.If you want to mend the painted door, you will have to sacrifice your life in the end.Ren Mingqing was very unwilling after much deliberation.Now being pointed out by the second person, he feels that he may not be able to betray the original author's setting, because his own preference forcibly distorts the logic of the story.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.Ren Mingqing looked at the phone and saw that it was the editor of "New Painting", and quickly picked it up: "Hello, teacher."

"What are you doing now?" Tian Tian asked cheerfully.He has sorted out all the stories, and he plans to have an in-depth and intense discussion with the ashes. It is best to finalize the outline today, so that the ashes can write a sample draft with peace of mind on the following weekend.

"Ah... I'm having dinner with my friends." Ren Mingqing glanced at Zhuang Mo, feeling a little embarrassed, as if the student was caught by the teacher and deserted.

Zhuang Mo was reminded by him, and snapped his fingers: "Waiter, menu." Ren Mingqing probably hasn't eaten dinner yet, and he should be hungry after discussing for so long. According to his experience, mental work consumes the most physical energy, which happened to make him Take time out to rest.

Tian Tian on the other side of the phone was stunned when he heard Zhuang Mo's voice: Wait a minute, Zhuang Mo is with Xihui?When he was working overtime in the office to wash the ashes and watch "The Great and Poor Ji", Zhuang Mo was eating with him? !Oh shit, he hasn't eaten yet, okay?

Tian Tian asked, "Where are you?!"

"...Ah?" Ren Mingqing didn't quite understand what Teacher Xian meant. Could it be that Teacher Xian wanted to come over to eat with him?He was a little bit embarrassed, anyway, he was the one who interrupted Zhuang Mo's meal, and now it's not enough for him to come here, but also his editor, how can this be embarrassing?

"Uh...it's okay! You eat slowly!" Tian Tian hurriedly hung up the phone to stop himself from losing his composure.And he had already recalled that a few hours ago, Zhuang Mo had told him to "go to Jinding at night".

Tian Tian fucked, grabbed the umbrella and rushed out of the office, and hurried to the Westin Hotel next door.

Sure enough, he found the two people who were chatting happily at the window seat of Jinding.Through the downpour, Tian Tian looked at the books and notes they had laid out on a table under the dim warm lamp, and it seemed that they were discussing the outline of "Hao Dang Ji".The author's figure was blurred, but it could be seen from his body language that he was not bothered at all now, and Zhuang Mo even made him laugh out loud.

Tian Tian seemed to be facing a large NTR scene. He was angry and frustrated. After watching it for a long time, he turned around and walked into the rain with his head down, and walked home through the spray.

Since he learned the outline of the gray card yesterday, he has been working hard to help him solve the problem.He finished reading "The Chronicle of Greatness" overnight, and made full preparations to deal with all the troubles of the author-he is not even a fan of the world, but a fan of the opponent!But Xiashi didn't think of looking for him at all.Zhuang Mo should have no knowledge of this matter, he left the ashes to himself, and just now he was leisurely planning to get off work for dinner, so it should be him who took the initiative to contact him.This filled Tian Tian with a sense of frustration: Whenever he had to find something to do, he was not the editor in charge, but Zhuang Mo, who had already abandoned him. What kind of thing is this? !Tian Tian kicked the splash hard.

As a new editor, he desperately wanted to be close to authors, someone they could rely on.Otherwise his work would be pointless.

Who is he?Do you sit in a small office every day to urge and accept manuscripts?It can be done by writing a fucking program, he is not an alarm clock!He also wants to participate in the author's creative process, help them solve their problems, and make those stories better because of his presence.

The humility and politeness of the ashes made him think that he had met his muse, and it was precisely because he liked and recognized the author that he was willing to do everything for him.However, these efforts now seem to be in vain, because washing the ashes means liking Zhuang Mo more than him, and willing to rely on Zhuang Mo instead of him when there are difficult things to solve.

"In that case, don't throw him to me at the beginning!" Tian Tian seemed to have taken over his brother's wife, but turned around and found that the two of them got together, their whole bodies were a little green, and angrily flipped to the multi-dimensional element in the list, giving He sent a confession: "Yuan Yuan, you will always be my baby! Love you! Momoda!"

Xuanyuan couldn't help but let out an "Ew", and threw the phone to Mr. Shan: "Draw the black, quickly drag the black!"

Why doesn't his editor look like a serious person.

Tian Tian wanted to send a kiss and hug emoji again, but found that it had been blacked out, and couldn't help crying in the heavy rain holding the telephone pole: God!Can't he be given a loyal and docile author?He will definitely treat him well!It’s okay to write about abortion and miscarriage QAQ