The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

The writing time always slipped away inadvertently. After Xu Shaoting finished the first draft, five and a half pages were eloquently written.

Behind him, Zhenzhen and Zhang's two women were lying on the bed hugging each other, and fell asleep at some point.

Xu Shaoting looked back at the two of them, and found that the two of them were sleeping restlessly, so Zhang didn't say anything, and rarely saw a happy and relaxed expression on his face.Now, even when Zhenzhen is asleep, this little girl who should be innocent at her age is frowning, full of melancholy.

Xu Shaoting only felt that on the shoulders of his weak body, the responsibility became heavier silently.He turned his head silently, rubbed his shoulders and eyes, not wanting to disturb the two people who were asleep, lowered his head and took the pen, and began to revise the first draft.

His original intention was to fix typos and bad sentences, because he was not sure what kind of sentences should be used to write novels of this era, anyway, he didn't know classical Chinese.Even the novel "Jin Ping Mei" is not very vernacular to Xu Shaoting, it can only be understood.

Therefore, when Xu Shaoting wrote this novel, he thought of a compromise method, trying to write the novel as colloquially as possible.

To put it simply, it is to ensure that the story is expressed in such a way that even five or six-year-old children can understand it.Ensure that the whole article is full of childish and simple short sentences, so that readers can enjoy the reading experience at the text level during the process of reading this novel to the maximum extent, without using their brains to think.

Wait until the white color of the fish belly in the sky becomes brighter and brighter, and the golden sunlight of the morning sun in the distance covers the earth.

Xu Shaoting stood up from the chair, twisted his body, stretched his arms, and the old woman outside who had been snoring all night woke up.

The old woman walked with small steps, and she was also a woman with bound feet.Holding a washbasin towel, he poked his round face into the room, and came face to face with Xu Shaoting.

The old woman was startled, and recognized Xu Shaoting, her eyes slipped around on the bed, and then she took a breath of false alarm: "So it's the young master and the seventh sister, they scared me to death, old woman, I thought when the wife's room is open?" Into the man."

Xu Shaoting twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, he was notoriously quiet.Without saying anything, he pointed to the basin stand, and Xu Shaoting asked his mother-in-law to put the toiletries there.

The woman didn't move much, and even a rustling sound woke Zhenzhen and Zhang Shi.When the two opened their eyes, they both turned their heads with sleepiness. They didn't sleep in the first half of the night, and those who slept in the second half of the night also had a stone in their hearts, and they couldn't sleep well.

Seeing that the two got out of bed, the old woman looked over with a sigh of relief, and stopped on Mrs. Zhang for a few seconds, scrutinizing her expression quietly.

The news that the third-bedroom master is going to divorce Mrs. Zhang has already spread throughout Xu's house. These servants still call Mrs. Mrs. Zhang, but they have already pitied her to death in their hearts.

Xu Shaoting was standing by the window, stretching his arms and legs, doing a set of stretching exercises, seeing the old woman with mischievous eyebrows and coughing, but the old woman didn't respond.

Smiling to Mrs. Zhang and Zhenzhen: "Miss Qi, it's not right for you to leave your room, right?"

Zhenzhen was taken aback for a moment, then realized that she still had a punishment of grounding.

The little girl sneered: "My father is back, not to mention grounding, he doesn't even need to kneel down and write big characters. Is it your turn to worry about it?"

Mrs. Zhang also said: "You back off, don't come here until you are called."

The old woman was so happy that she didn't have to wait in front of the young lady, she was not at ease when she was ridiculed by Zhenzhen, and happily went to dodge.

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhenzhen ran to the desk to read the novel written by Xu Shaoting, Mrs. Zhang soaked a towel in water and wrung it dry, and looked at Xu Shaoting.

Xu Shaoting waved his hands and yawned: "I'll go back to my room to catch up on sleep, and I'll go back to my place after washing up, don't worry about me."

Mrs. Zhang took the towel and walked to Zhenzhen's side in small steps. The little girl raised her face and let her mother wipe her face stained with seven or eight tears.

She said in her mouth: "It's really a novel, mom, you can read it with me, brother is really amazing!"

Xu Shaoting thought to himself what is so difficult about writing a thousand-word novel. This is a must-have ability for every student who has received nine years of compulsory education: [-]-word composition.

Zhenzhen dragged Mrs. Zhang to sit by the bed, turned two pages, and admired even more: "Wrote three pages? It's only half the night? I can't hold five hundred words in a day."

Walking to the door of the room, Xu Shaoting was telling: "The first five and a half pages are the first draft, just read the re-transcribed one later."

Hearing Zhenzhen say this, he immediately felt ashamed. When he revised the first draft, he found that he had made an old mistake. He wrote too much nonsense: this is completely a common problem of writing online novels, especially male online novel authors.

The majority of readers call it "Water Man Jinshan".

Are you mistaken, have a meal chapter?Walk a chapter?There is even more awesome, sleep a chapter!

There is never the most water, only the water that readers can't think of.

And when 90.00% of male novels are like this, it becomes the default rule in the industry, and it is not called a problem.

Xu Shaoting replied with a guilty conscience: "Anyway, looking at the revised article later, it is no different from the previous one, except that there are a little more nonsense."

The difference between his first draft and the finished draft is that many unnecessary sentences were deleted from the first draft. Who knew that once they were deleted, two pages were deleted.It’s really a novel written by an online author, like the water in a sponge, you don’t know it until you squeeze it, and it’s only when you squeeze it that you realize that it contains the entire Pacific Ocean.

Xu Shaoting confessed again very shyly: "Just read it for yourself, my writing is not very good, so don't spread it around for me."

Zhenzhen and Mrs. Zhang were already watching, Zhenzhen replied crisply: "I see, brother, go back to your room and sleep for a while, you haven't slept all night."

On the way back, Xu Shaoting felt as if he was stepping on a cloud, his mind was already muddled.

Xiaozhu in his courtyard opened his eyes in the morning and went to bring him water, and wondered that the young master had changed his temper and got up early in the morning, but he didn't know where the young master went so early.

Looking back, I saw the young master came back, and before Xiaozhu could ask "Where have you been, have you had breakfast", the young master fell onto the bed, lifted the side of the quilt with five pale and thin fingers, rolled and rolled Roll, rolled himself into a tube, buried his head in the pillow and fell asleep.

Xu Shaoting slept here, and Zhenzhen watched the story he wrote.

Her brother's writing language is quite... naive, and he wrote such a short story in this language:

The protagonist of the story introduces himself as soon as he opens his head, and I am a ray of spring breeze.

Chunfeng likes to stop by the pond in the backyard of a house, and can always watch a group of people carry the cage and sink the woman into the pond.

Once, there was a little girl standing by, and a woman said to her: "Fifth sister, your sister's husband is dead, we need a chastity memorial archway in our house."

The autumn wind has come, and the spring wind has gone.When the winter wind is gone, the spring breeze returns to the pond.

Another woman was sunk in the pond, and Chunfeng saw the little girl and the woman again.

The woman said, "Fifth Sister, don't be like Third Sister. How can a girl leave the house and go to school outside?"

Year after year, the spring breeze has come to this pond many times.Until this time, in the middle of the night, Chunfeng saw a woman crying by the pond.

Chunfeng recognized her as the fifth sister who had grown up.

It flew to Fifth Sister and asked her curiously, "Why are you crying?"

The fifth sister whimpered and told Chunfeng that her husband didn't want her anymore, and she had to go back to her natal family, and then she would die.

Fifth Sister said, don't ask me why I must go back to my mother's house——

Chunfeng said proudly: "I don't need to ask, I know it. You have never left your own courtyard in your life. If you do, you will be sunk in the water like your second sister."

"You can't go to school to read and read. I saw that only men can read outside. If you can't read and go out, you don't know if you are sold. They all say that women are stupid, but if you go to read and read, you will be It’s impossible to live like your third sister.”

"You can't be like your fourth sister, who loudly complained about your second and third sisters, saying that her parents and clans were all wrong. This is terrible. She was only 13 years old, and she also sank to the bottom of the water."

After Chunfeng finished speaking, he said, "I know, you won't survive. But, Fifth Sister, I have a question for you."

"are you human?"

"Why, you have chains on your back, but you are actually a cow in human skin? A horse? Or a mule?"

"Or what crime did you commit? Why are there thick shackles around your neck?"

"Don't you feel tired walking with so many chains on your back?"

Fifth Sister said: "What are you talking about? Of course I'm human. I don't have anything on my back."

Chunfeng shook his head: "Yes, not only you, but also your second sister, third sister, and fourth sister. Almost all the women I see have these on their backs."

"I saw that you were kept in a small yard when you were young. When you grow up, you go to another small yard."

Chunfeng said: "That's why I've always wondered why there are only men among human beings?"

Fifth Sister was stunned: "If there is a woman, I am a woman."

Chunfeng smiled and said: "But I saw that when you bound your little feet, they were obviously lambs. You were busy from morning to night, like cows and mules. You have never been out of the small courtyard, and you are obviously kept in captivity." A pig waiting to be slaughtered."

"When you sink into the water one by one, you look like dogs that have been abandoned by their owners."

Chunfeng said: "Fifth Sister, look at the pond, what is reflected in it."

Fifth Sister poked her head to look. Under the night, she suddenly yelled loudly. She had never spoken so loudly in her life.

"Spring breeze!" Fifth Sister shouted, "Why do you want me to open my eyes!"

"Once my eyes are opened, they can never be closed again!"

With a plop, ripples appeared in the pond, and after a while, the ripples faded, and the water waves returned to calm, and there was another beautiful moonlight in the lotus pond.

The spring breeze came quietly and left quietly.

The next year it came back. A little girl was standing by the pond, and a woman said to her, "Don't be like your second, third, and fourth aunts. Your fifth aunt is a good one. In order to preserve her reputation, she took the initiative." into the pond."

The little girl asked puzzledly: "Like the second aunt, the third aunt, and the fourth aunt, they are about to sink to the bottom of the water. Like the fifth aunt, why do they have to sink to the bottom of the water? What's the difference?"

The woman said: "There is...there is a difference. Oh, women are like this. Miss, don't ask."

The spring breeze surrounds the young girl with a tender face, gently stroking her face.

……

The first part of the novel was childish, but at the end, Zhenzhen found that the writing was still childish, and she could still read it smoothly.

But she was bored in her heart and mind, and even saw the part where Chunfeng said that women are like cows and horses, and she saw that the pages of the matts were wet, and she realized that she had already shed tears.

It's strange, Zhenzhen thought, I don't agree with what is written in this novel, my aunt and I have never experienced this, my brother's writing is too general and exaggerated.

Zhenzhen wiped her eyes, turned her head and said to her mother, "My brother's writing is quite good...Mom?"

Zhenzhen couldn't speak. She saw her mother's face buried in her hands. She was crying, but it was different from yesterday's crying.

What's the difference?

Zhenzhen couldn't describe it, she just watched her mother cry until she couldn't shed a tear anymore, she stretched out her joint deformed, skinny fingers, and touched the words written by her brother that she couldn't cherish more.