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In the restaurant, after Zhuang Mo and Ren Mingqing finished their meal, they continued to draw out the outline: "Are you sure you want to set the opening chapter in the battle of Tumen?"

"Uh..." Ren Mingqing chewed on the chocolate cake, lost in thought.

"Sorry, we're closing." The waiter came over to remind him.

The two found that the clock on the wall had reached ten o'clock without knowing it, they added up, packed their things and went to Zhuang Mo's room to continue their chat.As soon as Ren Mingqing walked into the hotel suite, he couldn't help asking: "Do you usually live here?" Sure enough, Mr. Zhuang rented his small single room to help the poor QAQ

"It's because I received a client in the past two days, and he checked out one day early." Zhuang Mo comforted his little heart, talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Ren Mingqing let out a half-belief.

"The company can reimburse you." Zhuang Mo followed up.

Ren Mingqing felt completely at ease now.

The two spent another two hours sorting out the four major plots and thirteen plot points.Ren Mingqing felt that it still needs to be refined, Zhuang Mo hurriedly stopped: "Enough, no more refinement."

"But if you don't think about it clearly in the early stage, there may be problems in the later stage." Ren Mingqing said anxiously.

"No, if you think about a story from beginning to end in the early stage, then there will be problems later-even you will have problems in the early stage, because you don't want to write a word at all."

Ren Mingqing tilted his head: "Why?"

"You're done thinking about the story, and of course you don't want to write it. Because you're taking away the most fun part of writing the story at the outline stage, and you're sitting there like a typewriter, taking what's already in your head Typing out one word at a time is very meaningless. And to be precise, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible. It is impossible to understand the whole story in every detail before starting to write, especially for a long story. You don't have the brain capacity."

"Yes...is that so?" Ren Mingqing had to admit that this was the realm he wanted to achieve.

"I can see that you very much hope to bring this story to a successful conclusion." Zhuang Mo's slender fingers brushed over his many notes, "You hope not to miss a foreshadowing, and to solve every obscure suspense , to present the whole story clearly and completely in front of the readers. You want to achieve this standard: to straighten out the logic of the whole story.”

"What's wrong with that?"

"But the story is not just about logic." Zhuang Mo sat down beside him and couldn't help laughing, "Actually, it's very simple to tell a story with a beginning and an end. None. There are many, many stories like this. The script is also written in this way, and you know this very well, so you hope to come to me for help."

Ren Mingqing felt that his face was hot. It was because Mr. Zhuang was a screenwriter and he was very skilled in handling clues, so he thought of asking him for advice when he was desperate.But he didn't want Mr. Zhuang to feel like he was using him.

"However, I have to say that most of those stories are mediocre. Do readers want to see something that is round? Do they want to see stories that are constructed as sophisticated as electronic instruments? No. Logic represents only artifice. We write the outline to remind you of the general development path and some plot points that you cannot avoid, so as to prevent your writing from flying away. The skeleton is very important, but what really moves people is the flesh and blood of the article.”

Ren Mingqing repeated his words dully: "Flesh and blood..."

"That's right, if it's just to see the logical skeleton, readers just need to read the outline? But they don't read this, of course they don't. When they read novels, they are going on adventures with the characters in the novel. They follow the outline of the novel. The characters go through joys and sorrows, ups and downs, cry and laugh with them... This is the most attractive part of a book. Can you understand? The flesh and blood of a book is not about logic, but about The most illogical thing — human emotion. That’s where you connect with the reader.”

Ren Mingqing thought for a while, took out his small notebook and began to record in a hurry.

"So your outline is good enough for now. You know what events happened, and what transitions the character went through after those events happened. It's like you already know that the character is destined to go from A to B, but how exactly, you You can leave it to the time of writing to think. At that time, you and the character are synchronized. You are not a high-ranking author who arranges his fate outside the paper. You enter the character itself and experience the situation. You will definitely not be like this The moment is so peaceful, you will be happy and sad with them. You don't even have to think about how to write, because if you really love them and understand them, you will naturally know how they got from A to B, because they are alive. You don’t have to spend brain cells to design their behavior, they will drag you through the whole journey by themselves. This is how good works are born, and they naturally flow from the pen of the author.”

"I'm not sure..." Ren Mingqing digested for a long time, and said slowly and lowly, "They are not my characters, maybe I have a biased understanding of them..."

"Look at me." Zhuang Mo ordered.

Ren Mingqing didn't know why, and looked into Zhuang Mo's eyes timidly.

"You are the best author I have ever seen." Zhuang Mo said firmly, every word was slow and powerful, "Every story of yours can move me."

Ren Mingqing panicked for a moment, and before he had time to conceal the panic, his big eyes were filled with tears, and he lowered his eyes and began to cry silently.

"Okay..." Zhuang Mo handed him the tissue box.

He knew that Ren Mingqing might not have a technical or ability problem, but a psychological problem with himself.He was very unconfident and didn't know whether he could write well. Out of this uneasiness, he was very anxious to straighten out the story.But he is actually better than 99% of the authors, and he doesn't know it.This poor little guy has never shown his works to others, so he has never received praise and affirmation from others.Man establishes his position by comparison with other men, but he is always groping alone, and suffers for it.Zhuang Mo could understand why he was crying.Writing is a huge project, and he worked hard for it, day and night, and got nothing.At this moment, he was aggrieved by all the efforts he had put in in the past.After walking in the dark for so long, he finally met the first person in this vast universe and said to him, you are great.As happy as he was, he was sad, scared, and lonely.

Zhuang Mo held the tissue box for him, watched him wipe away his tears and snot, and said with relief: "Remember this feeling. This is when your character bursts out with emotion, and it is also the place where he touches people's hearts the most. Readers will Because of his tears at this moment, remember him for a long time, distinguish him from all other characters of the same type, and believe that he is really flesh and blood."

After Ren Mingqing finished crying, Zhuang Mo didn't intend to continue discussing the story with him. He believed that with Ren Mingqing's deadly rational side, he would definitely be able to play around with these seven clues.As for the rest, he can take care of it himself. At most, Zhuang Mo can give some pointers on how to imitate the writing style of the four seas, and that's about it.

It was nearly 12 o'clock, and it was still pouring rain outside the window.Zhuang Mo took off his suit and loosened his tie: "You can sleep here tonight. I'm a little tired, so I can't take you home."

Ren Mingqing stood up quickly, lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembled, and rubbed his red nose from crying with a tissue: "No, no, I'll just go back by myself, and I won't disturb your rest." Packing up, tidy up.

Zhuang Mo held his elbow: "It's too late, I don't worry about you going back alone."

Ren Mingqing glanced at the big bed that was close at hand, and felt that it was not suitable.He has already delayed Mr. Zhuang all night. If he moves around at night and makes Mr. Zhuang not rest well, then he will be guilty of a serious crime.

Zhuang Mo couldn't help laughing: "Or if you feel crowded, you can open another room next door."

Ren Mingqing felt that this might be a good choice.

"It's not particularly expensive, 3500 yuan a night."

Ren Mingqing's eyes widened, and the book in his hand dropped.

Zhuang Mo laughed: "Okay, wash up and go to sleep."

Ren Mingqing obeyed his orders rather than being respectful, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.He didn't bring a change of clothes, so Zhuang Mo found a T-shirt for him to wear.When he was sitting by the bed taking off his bathrobe, Zhuang Mo found that his back was full of wounds, including knife wounds, burns, and various other wounds. Although it was a long time ago, it was still shocking to look at.

Zhuang Mo stroked it in surprise: "Why are you so injured?!"

Ren Mingqing flinched, and quickly put on the T-shirt: "I was playful when I was young."

He dodged his eyes, obviously unwilling to talk more, and quickly said good night and went to bed.

Zhuang Mo looked at Ren Mingqing who was curled up in the corner of the bed with his back turned to him, and frowned deeply.That is definitely not a wound left by a child's playfulness, he may have been abused.

Zhuang Mo didn't fall asleep for half the night.

It was also on this night that Zhuang Mo suddenly remembered where he had seen "Gao Yuan".Sihai Zongheng once wrote a short story called "Master Chief", which was published in the 43rd issue of "New Painting", in which Gao Yuan was the leading actor.He doesn't obey the rules, but hates evil like hatred. He is a character who is ambiguous between good and evil, and dares to love and hate. Zhuang Mo once sighed when he was reading, it is worthy of the handwriting of a great god.

Zhuang Mo stared at the back at the corner of the bed by the moonlight.

There is no doubt that Ren Mingqing has read "Master Chief" and regards him as his patron saint.