Teddy lives next door

The next day, Gao Chao accompanied Chen Suiwen to the hospital, mainly because he wanted to know about Chen Suiwen's condition and listen to the doctor's instructions so that he could take better care of Suiwen.

They saw many patients with drooping eyelids and expressionless faces in the hospital, who could not even walk up the stairs. These were all patients with myasthenia gravis. Chen Suiwen couldn't help but feel sad that this was most likely his future.Gao Chao pinched him with the hand supporting his arm: "Fortunately, you went for the examination early and received treatment as soon as possible. Our situation is much better than theirs, and we will definitely not come to this point in the future."

Chen Suiwen thought it was not the case. Fortunately, he was discovered early, he was young, and his body was in good health. The doctor also said that the chances of being cured were relatively high, and the quality of life would not be affected after the cure. He couldn't help feeling confident again. The problem is much more optimistic than myself, and with his encouragement, my illness can heal faster.

After returning from the hospital, Chen Suiwen began to pack his luggage slowly.Gao Chao said, "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, why are you in such a hurry to pack your luggage?"

Chen Suiwen smiled: "I don't have anything else to do, just pack up slowly." He is the kind of person who is fully prepared for everything, while Gao Chao is the kind of guy who packs his luggage in a hurry when he is about to leave the house.

Gao Chao stopped him: "Don't worry, just pack up before you leave. Do you want to write a novel?"

Chen Suiwen stopped and looked at him: "But I can't write now."

"I'll help you write." Gao Chao said.

Chen Suiwen said with a smile: "How can you help me write?"

Gao Chao said: "Do you have an outline? If there is an outline, I will write it out according to your outline, and then read it to you. If you think it is not good, we will change it."

This is to be a shooter for himself, Chen Suiwen smiled and shook his head: "There is no outline."

Gao Chao looked at him in surprise: "Then where do you want to write?"

Chen Suiwen said: "I have a general idea, list some characters and backgrounds, and then think of where to write." Where did you write it.

Gao Chao shook his head: "No wonder your writing is not long. How can you write a novel without an outline? How do you think we write three to five thousand words an hour? We all have a detailed outline, and then expand these detailed outlines, One chapter is out."

"Then how long did you prepare the outline and the detailed outline? How can you think of so much content in a short time?" Chen Suiwen also knows that many authors write an outline when writing a novel, but he himself seems unable to draw the outline before starting to write. The details of the whole story should be complete. After all, writing a novel is creation, and inspiration will burst out at any time.

"I have to prepare an outline for at least two months. I have a novel with several million words. If I don't write an outline, it will definitely be quite chaotic later, lacking logic, and the characters will be out of shape, and there may be inconsistencies and inconsistencies." Gao Said towards.

Chen Suiwen blinked: "After finishing the outline, do you still want to write it?"

"It does affect the creative passion a bit, but it's also relatively easy. Don't worry about getting stuck. You can code two thousand and five if you're exhausted for an hour, because you have to think while writing. When you get stuck, you can't write hundreds of words. ,Right?"

What Gao Chao said was the truth, Chen Suiwen said: "If you have a sudden inspiration and want to add something to it, it will affect your whole body. What about the later part? It's completely out of line?" A few authors prepared an outline, and in the end the story didn't follow the outline at all.

Gao Chao said: "Then you have to make a choice. The outline is like a necessary route. You can insert side details, but you must return it in the end. If you don't return it, you can only discard it and let it go." Let’s see if it’s useful later.”

Chen Suiwen knows that this kind of creative method is a must for male frequency authors, and the advantage of having an outline is that it can control the rhythm, and there will be a climax every few chapters, so that it can grasp the reader's reading psychology. To put it bluntly, it is a bit routine , but there is no way for a long article, there must be an outline, otherwise there is no logic, and it is inevitable that it will be unfinished.But he still doesn't want to do that. As a person who is a little obsessed with words, he still hopes that creation can be improvisation rather than routine.

Gao Chao said again: "Since you don't have an outline, why don't you dictate and I'll type it for you?"

Chen Suiwen smiled embarrassedly: "That's so embarrassing."

"Afraid I'll see it?" Gao Chao looked at him with a smile.

Chen Suiwen reached out and touched his neck: "You don't watch Danmei."

"How do you know I don't read it? I'm still chasing your novel." Gao Chao said.

Chen Suiwen suddenly looked up at him: "Really? Are you chasing my novel?"

"That's right, I'm still squatting in your fairy pit. I'm eager to know what's going on, so write it quickly, and I'll help you fill in the pit early." Gao Chao looked at Chen Suiwen eagerly.

Chen Suiwen never thought that Gao Chao would pursue his own novels. He knew that Gao Chao had read his custom novels and found them boring, but he did not expect him to pursue serializations. He suddenly didn't know how to describe his feelings. He smiled awkwardly : "Hey, do you feel unwell?"

Gao Chao said: "What's wrong? Are you talking about the meat? It's all your own imagination, it's not real!"

Chen Suiwen: "..." He squinted at Gao Chao: "How do you know it's not true?"

Gao Chao laughed: "My little virgin, where did you get your actual combat experience?"

Chen Suiwen's face couldn't help but a little fever, he shouted: "Haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run?"

Gao Chao laughed: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. I'm telling you the truth, tell me, I'll write it for you, don't you want to update it?"

Of course Chen Suiwen wanted to update it, but he couldn't do it anymore.Gao Chao turned on the computer: "Come on, I'll be your typist. You dictate and I type."

Chen Suiwen is still hesitating about the feasibility of this method, will it really work?It’s one thing for Gao Chao to read his own novels, but it’s another thing to stare at his own writing. No author wants someone to watch him type when he writes. Do you write something good? "I don't think it's going to work."

"How can it work if you don't try?" Gao Chao sat cross-legged on the bed holding the computer in his hands, "I'm ready, you dictate and I write."

Chen Suiwen couldn't stand Gao Chao's persuasion, he was a little moved, he hesitated for a long time, and then said: "I haven't written it for a long time, I forgot what the previous article was about."

Gao Chao said: "I'll read you the latest chapter, and you'll be able to find the feeling." Then he opened the Jinjiang page, turned to the latest one and started reading.

Gao Chao's voice is really nice, and reading his articles is particularly satisfying. Chen Suiwen's whole body is numb when he hears it.When he came back to his senses, his attention shifted from the sound to the content, and he was immediately embarrassed. In this chapter, the relationship between Gongshou and Shou had just made a breakthrough, and he even wrote some meaty bits. Gongshou took a bath in the hot spring pool, and the two rubbed each other a handful.However, Gao Chao is also very savvy. When he read the part where the two take a bath, he skipped it: "...the two stepped into the spring pool, and the following small yellow text will omit a few hundred words..." Then it started to the plot part, and I heard Chen Suiwen blushed and laughed.

After Gao Chao finished reading, he turned to look at Chen Suiwen: "Okay, what should I write next?"

Chen Suiwen blinked, he hasn't found the feeling yet, should he write it? "You let me think about it."

Gao Chao said with a smile in his eyes: "Don't worry, take your time, you must be a little uncomfortable at first, just cooperate a few more times."

Chen Suiwen took a breath, calmed down and began to think about the next article.Gao Chao patted himself beside him: "Lie down and talk, and I'll be OK after typing."

Chen Suiwen really lay down with his hands on the back of his neck, closed his eyes and began to think about the plot of the story, without looking at Gao Chao, his embarrassment was much less, and his thoughts became smoother. He opened his mouth and began to narrate.Because he was talking while thinking, and the speed couldn't be faster, Gao Chao didn't need to stop, he could keep up with Chen Suiwen's speaking speed.And sometimes when Chen Suiwen finished speaking, he would ask Gao Chao to stop and read it again for himself, and to revise what he thought was inappropriate.

Gao Chao found that Chen Suiwen's vocabulary was much larger than his own. He never thought that he could use many words, and his writing style was different from his own. Loop.Gao Chao felt that this was really a good opportunity to learn.

Since it was the first time to cooperate, I only wrote more than 1000 words in an hour. After writing for an hour, Gao Chao asked for a break.He checked what he wrote just now, touched his chin and said, "I found that what you wrote today is not so relaxed. Your writing originally had a kind of enthusiastic and unrestrained tension, which is very infectious. It seems a little restrained today, yes Not because I typed it for you."

Chen Suiwen opened his eyes: "Isn't this nonsense? I watched you write, can you write without any scruples?"

Gao Chao put down the computer, turned around and sat facing Chen Suiwen, put one hand on his knee, and looked at Chen Suiwen with a smile on his head: "I said, I'm just a typist, you don't have to worry about me, or use me as a typewriter It’s fine. If you post it like this, most readers will feel that the style has changed a little like me, and you’re not afraid of them saying that you hired someone to write it?”

Looking at Gao Chao's smiling face, Chen Suiwen felt his heart beating faster for no reason. He raised his arms to cover his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes: "It shouldn't be so, take your time, let me get used to it, I have been waiting for such a long time I haven’t written it yet, and it feels like it’s not in place yet, and everyone should be able to understand it.”

"That's okay, we have plenty of time to adjust." Gao Chao said.

Chen Suiwen said, "When will your own novel be updated?"

"There are still two days left to save the manuscript. I can write for two hours tonight. I will finish your work first." Gao Chao said.

Chen Suiwen thought that it would take about three hours to code a chapter by himself. Even if the subscription is not lost at all, a chapter is only more than a hundred yuan. I don’t know how much more money I will make for Gao Chao’s own code in these three hours. He thinks After thinking about it, I still asked: "How much is your thousand-character income? Can you tell me?"

Gao Chao looked at Chen Suiwen with a smile in his eyes: "I haven't calculated it, I update about 20 words a month, and my monthly income is about [-] on average."

That's one thousand words and one hundred, Chen Suiwen showed a face that really looked like a great god: "Does publishing count?"

Gao Chao said, "It doesn't count."

Chen Suiwen raised his hand and patted him: "Master."

Gao Chao was a little complacent, but he still said lazily: "I don't actually earn much. I just point to selling game copyrights, so let alone a house, several houses have come out. You know corn, he sold it last year. The game copyright of a book is 500 million, and it has been bought in the imperial capital. There is another book under negotiation this year, and the price of corn is 1000 million, and the two sides are still negotiating."

Chen Suiwen could put an egg in his mouth: "I can't tell, Corn is such an awesome person." Normally, Corn is very low-key in the group, so he just spells and chats like Young Marshal Liu and the others. Wretched, he often shows his affection in the group, and also shows off his daughter, a typical good man.

Gao Chao said: "This guy was quite high-profile before. Once a reader secretly took a picture of his daughter and posted it online. Then he became low-key. He seldom shows his face outside, saying that he wants to protect his daughter."

"So it's a daughter-in-law." Chen Suiwen smiled, "Your article will definitely sell, I think it's well written." It would be even better if there were no such stallions.

Gao Chao shrugged his shoulders: "Someone talked to me a while ago, but then nothing happened. It all depends on fate."

"That means there is a market for your novel. Don't worry, everything that should come will come. It's never too late for a good meal." Chen Suiwen looked at the ceiling and smiled faintly.

Gao Chao nodded: "Yes. Then let's continue." He hoped that the copyright could be sold as soon as possible, so that he would have the confidence to negotiate with his family in the future.Gao Chao has always felt that the economic foundation determines the superstructure. As long as he has sufficient economic strength, his family will not be able to interfere with his lifestyle, at least the attitude will not be so tough.

After Chen Suiwen stopped updating for a week, he resumed updating.Gao Chao logged in to Chen Suiwen's Jinjiang background, saw that the author of the updated page had something to say, he laughed, and typed a line on it: "The author is on sick leave, I am a little angel, and I will update it irregularly in the future. Although the author of everyone's message can't reply in time, he can see it, please support and encourage the author who is fighting against the disease, everyone!"

Gao Chao looked at the clicks in the background: "Your Jinjiang's clicks are too few. An article only has hundreds of thousands of clicks, and our website is tens of millions. Your chapter V only has more than 2000 to 1000 clicks. How many subscriptions is that?"

Chen Suiwen said: "I haven't counted it, probably more than 1000 subscriptions. Jinjiang seems to count one click per IP."

"No wonder there are so few. Then your subscription rate is very high. There are only more than 4000 collections in total, and there are more than 1000 subscriptions. No wonder they say that Jinjiang has the highest subscription ratio, but the collection base is too small. You write Danmei, except There are no other benefits from website subscription and customization, right?" Gao Chao said while browsing the background.

Chen Suiwen hummed, and smiled: "So those who write Tanmei are all true love. Help me to read the comments in the background, I haven't read them for a long time."

"Okay!" Gao Chao found "My Comments" in the backstage again, and after a while, the page became blank, and a line of words "502BadGateway" appeared on the top, "What's the situation? 502 glue?"

Chen Suiwen laughed out loud, and then said calmly: "It's smoked, refresh it again."

Gao Chao refreshed again, it was still 502, and it was like this several times: "No, it can't be opened."

Chen Suiwen said: "Forget it, and watch it later. This is an old problem in Jinjiang, and it happens every two days. Once you have seen 108 fancy drawing methods, you will calm down."

Gao Chao couldn't stand it: "How can you bear such a lousy website!"

Chen Suiwen shrugged: "Is there any way, I have signed the deed of sale."

Gao Chao reached out and patted his head: "When the contract expires, terminate the contract and go to another station."

Chen Suiwen said lightly: "I signed for five years, and there are still more than four years left. Besides, Jinjiang is the only website that writes about Tanmei. Where can I go?"

Gao Chao almost couldn't help yelling: "This stingy boss has nothing to worry about. Why do you go after making money? If you change the server, you will die?"

Chen Suiwen chuckled: "Everything in Jinjiang sucks, and the boss is very picky. It's really hard for us authors and readers."

Gao Chao looked up to the sky and sighed, "You love Jinjiang deeply."

"No!"