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"Not only the outline is different..." Xu Yanran looked at her child thoughtfully, "I feel that the style of the story has also changed."

When Zhenzhen heard her aunt's words, the little girl impatiently took the manuscript from her aunt. Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhang leaned her head very curiously to read this "become different" novel.

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At home, after Shaoting finished writing the manuscript, the first reader would be either Xu Yanran or Zhenzhen, depending on who took the finished manuscript by Shaoting's side first when he finished writing.The next reader is Mrs. Zhang. As for Xu Huaiqing, he only has time to read his son's serialized novels with the Shanghai Morning News on the way to work.

However, except for Xu Huaiqing and Zhang's expressing some opinions when they read this novel for the first time, they have never commented on this "A Great Way to Immortal Journey".But the two of them are very aware of the popularity of this novel. The wealthy wives are reading it, and the working people are also reading it. Students like Zhenzhen are the main force of this novel.

Xu Shaoting's style is different from that of other current authors, and is evaluated as "too easy to understand" writing style, and it is precisely because of this that he has won readers regardless of age and gender.

It's just that when Xu Huaiqing was returning home late one day, he ran into Mrs. Zhang who was reading Shaoting's manuscript in the living room.

Now that the two meet alone, it is only more embarrassing than meeting strangers. Strangers are really strangers, and there is no way to talk about mood swings.It used to be intimate, but now it is the most tormenting person like a stranger.

Just pretending not to see, and passing by without squinting his wife like a stranger, even Xu Huaiqing couldn't do it.

Having nothing to say, he stopped in his tracks, poked his head over, saw the familiar manuscript paper and asked, "Is it Shaoting's novel?"

Mrs. Zhang glanced at him and said, "It's the manuscript I just finished writing today, help him correct typos and bad sentences."

Xu Huaiqing didn't know what was going on in his mind, so he simply sat next to Mrs. Zhang. The little woman who had always been silent and prevailed towards him was so startled that she immediately moved half an arm's distance away from him.

Xu Huaiqing: "Although...but...don't be afraid of me."

After that, he touched his face with a wry smile: "It seems that I look like a vicious person."

Zhang looked at her husband silently: "What do you want to tell me?"

Xu Huaiqing said: "I also want to read the latest manuscript."

Mrs. Zhang simply passed the manuscript to Xu Huaiqing, seeing that this person really took it and looked at it seriously, and didn't say anything unnecessary to her, so she was relieved.

She quietly looked at Xu Huaiqing who was looking down at the manuscript, and saw that under the light, he was clearly over [-] years old, but the years treated his appearance very favorably - it seemed that people were always more tolerant of men's age.

Men who are over [-] years old, if they happen to have good looks and money, or if they only have the advantage of money, they will be praised by the world, and they are the first choice for many young ladies to marry.

But if you are a lady, no matter whether she is rich or beautiful, you only need to say that she is 30 years old, and all these advantages will be wiped out in the eyes of others.If you add a 30-year-old woman who is not yet married, even if she is young and rich, she will be pitied and said "how pitiful".

From her husband's handsome face, Zhang immediately thought of a heart that was always silent for a long time and was numb. At this time, she actually thought of the book "The Great Way and Immortal Journey" that she evaluated as seemingly meaningless. In ", the protagonist is not reconciled to fate and roars out the words.

She even thought for a moment: Are women really inferior to men?Aren't women human?Why do you deserve this just because you are a woman?

This fate—what is it? !

"Five?" The real voice shouted.

Waking up the dazed woman to reality, Mrs. Zhang turned her head to look at the manuscript that Xu Huaiqing handed back, stretched out her hands to touch the end of the manuscript, and saw that her rough, sallow hands were in contrast to Xu Huaiqing's slender, white fingers. It's kind of horrible.

Mrs. Zhang held the manuscript and quickly withdrew her unattractive hands. The woman felt a little ashamed of herself, and it was only because of the simple contrast between beauty and ugliness that she was so cowardly.

Her husband obviously also noticed the tragic comparison of the fingers, but his mood was more complicated, his lips moved again and again, and he still whispered: "After all these years... I still owe you more."

"Don't say such things." Zhang replied in a low voice, "I've finished reading the novel, and you are so busy with work, go back to your room and rest."

Xu Huaiqing seemed to want to say something, but after another thought, his wife Zhang didn't complain endlessly because of the old relationship, it seems that if he is a big man who always says something sad, it seems very bad.

Then he sighed: "I'm not as good as you. In the days to come, we just look forward, and the past is over."

Mrs. Zhang looked at him in amazement: "Do you still remember the past?"

Xu Huaiqing was choked by his wife's honest expression, but laughed again.

Mrs. Zhang lowered her head and smoothed the manuscript paper, ignoring the inexplicable person beside her, and only after he had laughed enough did he hear the person say: "Okay, women should be ruthless."

Hearing this, Zhang felt that Xu Huaiqing might not be far from going crazy.

And this person finally returned to what he was going to say, but the topic suddenly changed, and he said a bit abruptly: "Does writing really need some meaning?"

After asking, the people around were usually silent, and Xu Huaiqing never thought of getting an answer from Mrs. Zhang.

It's just that as the child's common reader and parent, he is really puzzled tonight, and the only person in his family who agrees with him on this novel is Mrs. Zhang, so the question in his heart is that Mrs. Zhang is the most suitable person to listen to.

After Xu Huaiqing asked, the two of them sat silently for a while, because of the silence, the time between the two in the living room seemed to stop for a short time, and something happened between the couple who had long been strangers. Illusory warmth.

Thinking that he might not wait for an answer, Xu Huaiqing stood up with his suit jacket in his hand, nodded to Mrs. Zhang and said softly, "You go to bed early, too."

He also reminded: "You have never slept well, remember to drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed."

But after taking two steps, he heard the old-fashioned old-fashioned wife behind him, who was completely contrary to his values, said in a low but clear voice: "It's meaningful, but it doesn't matter, it depends on what you read." What do people think?"

"Some people read "Notre Dame de Paris" and said it was absurd and boring, and "Don Quixote" was read as a funny novel..."

Xu Huaiqing turned around and looked at the woman on the sofa with her head bowed, flipping through the manuscript in her hand.She chuckled: "Whether it makes sense or not, what comes to mind after reading it is the reader's business."

"In my opinion." Mrs. Zhang looked up at her excellent husband, "Shaoting can write and publish it for many people to see. This is already a very rare thing."

"Mr. Xu Huaiqing, how do you know that readers won't feel any meaning from Shao Ting's novel?"

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Only Zhang Shi and Xu Huaiqing knew each other about this conversation, and Xu Shaoting didn't know that Zhang Shi's thoughts on his novel had changed.

At this time, Mrs. Zhang and Zhenzhen watched the latest chapter of the plot together, Xu Yanran asked him: "I remember in your outline, the original plot is not like this."

Xu Shaoting's tone was very natural: "Writing and writing, I have new ideas, and it's not surprising that I deviate from the outline."

Xu Yanran: "...that's also the reason."

Zhenzhen next to her was the first to finish reading the manuscript, but the little girl interjected, "It's still the same style of writing, what's changed? It turns out that the giant running in the long night is Kuafu, and he has been chasing the sun—"

"But why are you chasing the sun?" Zhenzhen blinked her big innocent eyes, looking at her brother in confusion.

Xu Shaoting: "I haven't written it yet... Isn't it the reason why he wants to chase after him?"

Zhenzhen's eyes widened this time: "What kind of reason is that? I remember that in fairy tales, Kuafu died day by day. Will Kuafu in novels also die?"

Before Xu Shaoting could answer, Xu Yanran had already stretched out her hand, covered the little girl's mouth neatly, stared at Xu Shaoting and said, "You must not spoil it, it will lose a lot of fun after watching it."

"You've read the outline, why are you afraid of spoilers?"

"Anyway, your plot is different from the outline now, so does the outline still count?"

Xu Shaoting thought about it: "The main plot will not change, but the original plot and characters will have to be changed."

Mrs. Zhang also looked away from the manuscript, and asked with a slightly complicated expression: "What to change?"

A few people saw the boy reflect on his face: "The characters written before are too thin...that is, the characters who will appear later will not just appear to complement the protagonist, they will also have their own stories."

Several people had a bright expression of not understanding.

Shao Ting had no choice but to say modestly: "I just suddenly felt that it would be better to pursue some pursuits when writing novels."

Xu Yanran and Mrs. Zhang didn't know what came to mind from these words, both adults had expressions of understanding.

Only the little girl Zhenzhen stared at her ignorant eyes, and asked in bewilderment: "What pursuit? Isn't the pursuit of writing a novel that many people like this novel?"

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Editor-in-Chief He knew about the changes in the novel's subsequent plot two days later than the Xu family.

He picked up the manuscript once every five days, ten chapters at a time. After he came that day, he didn't finish reading the manuscript as usual. He chatted with Xu Shaoting before leaving. Because there were still things to deal with, he took the manuscript and returned it to the agency.

When I found out that the plot was out of the outline, although I still felt that the plot was still exciting, and my eyes were soured by the scene where Kuafu died day by day in the trial environment, I felt infinite emotion in my heart-About this scene, among the members of the Xu family, Zhenzhen directly Tears fell, Zhang Shi and Xu Yanran also wiped their eyes.

But as a professional editor, Editor-in-Chief He is more keenly aware of a change in the overall tone.

He read the newly brought manuscript three times over and over, and when he was addicted to it, he called Xu's mansion, and when Xu Shaoting answered the phone, he hurriedly said, "Mr. Qianfeng, why did you change your writing style?"

Xu Shaoting: "The style of writing hasn't changed... right?"

Editor-in-Chief He said: "The style of writing has naturally not changed. I mean, the keynote of your previous article was written around the protagonist, which makes people very refreshing to read. When it comes to the plot of Kuafu Chasing the Day, the tragic scene that comes up is actually consistent with the previous chapters. The tone is very different."

Xu Shaoting: "The previous chapters are only [-] words long, what can be decided? The perspective from the back will not always follow the protagonist, and the previous characters... are too poorly written."

"Besides, do you think Kuafu's plot is not well written?" Xu Shaoting asked directly.

"No, how could it be, this character from myths and legends is very brilliant in your writing!" Editor-in-Chief He couldn't help feeling emotional, "In fact, in the current plot, apart from the protagonist, the role of Kuafu is It’s what impresses me the most.”

"Isn't that good?" Xu Shaoting said with a smile on the phone, "I was a little hesitant when I wrote it, because I was afraid that readers would not accept Kuafu's ending."

Editor-in-Chief He: "That's the problem! You read the previous plot so briskly, but here comes such a plot suddenly, readers may not be able to accept it."

"You mean... let me rewrite? Change the plot?"

"Eh..." Editor-in-Chief He couldn't bear it anymore, "It's such a good plot, what a pity to change it."

Across the phone, Editor-in-Chief He felt that he felt the author's speechlessness: "So what do you mean? You don't need to change it, right? To be honest, I have no plans to change it."

Editor-in-Chief He: "I'm just confused. After all, our newspaper is not doing charity. We also need to read readers' feedback and publish books. The managers of several publishing houses have to pre-order "The Great Way of Immortals."

"So what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Forget it, just pretend that I didn't make this call." Editor-in-Chief He wiped off the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and said with a sarcastic smile, "Of course there is no need to modify it. It is so well written, it would be a pity to change it."

This phone call ended here, but in the follow-up editorial department, after Editor-in-Chief He finished reading the latest chapter of "The Way of the Great Dao", the rest of the editors couldn't wait to circulate it afterwards. Even the first one who thought this novel was written in a mess The editor in the book was never left behind.

Other editors teased him: "Didn't you say that the novel is not well written?"

The editor was plausible: "Poor writing is not the same thing as bad writing. I want to see how nonsense the plot behind Qianfengmingyue can be."

Unexpectedly, after everyone finished reading the latest ten chapters today, the editors were still immersed in the aftertaste of the tragedy, so they heard the editor sigh: "This plot is really interesting, so I will take back what he wrote for the time being. Nonsense evaluation."

"So what's the evaluation now?" Someone asked.

"Finally interesting." The editor replied.

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The affairs in the editorial department are not known to the court, so I just hung up the phone and was about to go back to the bedroom to continue to sort out the manuscripts of the latest chapters of "A Dao Xiantu", when the phone ringing was five or six times different from the previous call with Editor-in-Chief He It was only a second, and then it rang.

He had no choice but to turn around and go back to answer the phone, holding the receiver and lazily saying: "I told you, the manuscript will not be revised."

The young man over there shouted in a low voice: "Young court, it's me."

Xu Shaoting's tone immediately became much lighter, thanks to the fact that Shen Lingjun was not in front of him, otherwise he would have asked him amusedly: "Why did my mood suddenly get better, I can't stop smiling."

Xu Shaoting leaned against the low cabinet where the telephone and landline were placed, and replied in a brisk tone like pouring beans: "I still want to contact Teacher Zhang and you later, and I want to show the latest manuscript to Principal Ye. I just hung up and talked to the newspaper editor. I didn't expect you to call again."

Shen Lingjun on the other end of the phone did not interrupt, and heard the boy ask: "Is it convenient to visit Principal Ye now?"

Then he softly replied: "Shaoting, are you free on October [-]th?"

"Isn't it tomorrow? I should be free. You want to ask me out?"

"Please come to the suburban cemetery...to attend Ms. Ye's funeral."