Revive it!Wenhao Press

on Monday.

During the lunch break, Hualichun sat in the music room, carefully studying the manuscript in his hand.And Xiang Kai sat opposite her, looking at her cautiously.

In a few months, from the beginning of rewriting the story I created for the first time, to a series of discussions and exercises afterwards.Now, he's finally entering the stage of recreating his missed hits.

This is the first time in four years that he picked up the "Ninja Onimaru" again.

It was precisely because of this that Xiang Kai stared at Hualichun more eagerly than ever before.

Finally, he saw Hualichun turn the last page, and then looked up at him.

"Teacher Xiang Kai," she held up the manuscript in her hand, "This is very interesting! It's much more interesting than when you showed me the manuscript for the first time!"

Xiang Kai stared blankly at Hualichun, but it was as if a small flower suddenly exploded behind him.

"Although the version that was given to me for the first time was stuffed with a lot of elements based on the different edits I had seen in the past, but because too many things were put together, the author himself didn't like it, which made the protagonist's actions look very strange. Reluctance, reluctance," Hualichun happily held up the manuscript, "But now I can see that this new article is very smooth, and the author also enjoys writing it! Therefore, the author's feelings are also therefore conveyed to the readers!"

"Oh..." Xiang Kai stood up subconsciously.

"Also, although it is a folk legend whose subject matter is not considered popular, it is precisely because the subject matter is rare, and this time there are not too many unsuitable popular elements, so the unique charm of this genre has been brought into full play. Come out!" Hualichun jumped on the chair, "Although the development of the work is old-fashioned, it is a good old-fashioned one, very handsome and touching!"

In the past few months, Hualichun has not asked Xiang Kai to revise this article, but let him go back to the original writing practice in his heart, including rewriting his first work, clearing his memory and writing his own as a reader. , try to write a short story with a proposition, try to create a beginning that can be used for a long serial...

One of the purposes is to let him gradually polish the core thing clearly from the ambiguous and messy thoughts—that is why he wants to write, and to regain his desire to talk and his original intention lost in the past failures. writing intent.

At the same time, in practice, Xiang Kai is still honing his writing skills.Whether it is rewriting, appreciating, short stories or long stories, he is enriching his experience and techniques.

Hua Lijun asked Xiang Kai to work on this "Ninja Onimaru" again until he felt that the practice was enough.

As a result, it was different from the original D-level version.This time I haven't finished reading all of it, Hualichun is enough to be sure - just one rewrite, Xiang Kai's has stepped over the threshold of A-level.

However, after listening to Hualichun's words, although Xiang Kai still had a silly smile on his face, he was not immersed in his progress as she imagined, but asked: "But there are still shortcomings, right?"

"In fact, I know in my heart that even if I am praised by Mr. Huali, mine is not perfect." He raised his hand and scratched his head. Maybe a little ignorant, but after seeing better works, I will try my best to catch up with them..."

"Ah, um."

Hualichun sat down again, opened the manuscript paper, and pointed to a section: "This place is a ninja melee that happened in Edo Castle at night, and the residents didn't notice it at all."

"This scuffle took place in three-quarters of the way, and is the climax of the book. It would be great if it could be described in more detail..."

"I see." Xiang Kai quickly recorded the revised direction in his notes, "I see, the handling of the war is still a bit weak."

"It would be a little insufficient to focus all on the main character 'Onimaru'," Huali Jun said, "Although what happened to Onimaru is the most important thing to describe, when I see this, I look forward to seeing more characters. What happened to him, and the macro situation of the whole war."

"In addition, it would be great if the contrast between the fierceness of the ninja battlefield and the ignorance of ordinary residents can be further reflected. In addition, when writing, you can refer to the camera movement methods of some movies..."

At the end, Huali Jun made a suggestion: "In short, let's just roughly conceive the respective action trajectories of the main characters in this night-long ninja war. We will try again in the next discussion. Put together the different trajectories of these characters at the same time and think about how they might affect each other."

"Although this is a bit troublesome, it is the highlight of the book after all. This section will determine the upper limit of Teacher Xiang Kai's book," she said.

"Yeah!" Xiang Kai nodded vigorously.

Just as Hualichun was packing up her things and was about to go back to the classroom, Xiang Kai stopped her again.

"I'm sorry, I've been bothering Mr. Huali like this..." He held his manuscript, and said a little embarrassedly, "It's obvious that I'm in charge of such a powerful writer, but he still wants to help me write something that is so far behind..."

"No, I don't think so at all," Hualijun immediately shook his head, "It's better to say that, for me, Mr. Hikai is a completely different writer from Mr. Dazai."

"To be honest, Dazai-sensei and the others have been very powerful writers since they first met." She recalled the day she fished Dazai dog out of the river, and the shock when she read "Setting Sun" in the middle of the night, "To be honest, it's not so much that I help them, it's better to say that they have been helping me and pulling me to a higher place."

"Their works are often beyond reproach when they are just handed in. As for Mr. Dazai's works, at least in the creation process, I have no room to intervene at all. My job is to make these works as possible as possible. Just sell it, get them paid commensurate with their work, and get readers access to such excellent articles."

Hualichun thought for a while, and said softly: "Although Jiansang—he is a senior editor—told me that at the stage of creation, editors can't easily take action on the writer's creation, at most they can only do it when the writer himself needs it. When helping, I do some work to broaden my thinking, share my feelings, or investigate materials. But sometimes, I feel very excited when I look at the works created by the teachers, but at the same time, I also think, if I It would be nice to be able to help the teachers in this part too.”

"Mr. Xiang Kai made me realize this wish." She raised her head again, and said to Xiang Kai seriously, "Mr. The feeling of polishing and finishing step by step!"

"...Of course, the birth of the work is mainly due to Teacher Xiangkai!" Hualichun immediately added, "But Teacher Xiangkai can use my suggestions, which makes me very happy."

Xiang Kai has been dumbfounded ever since Hualichun started talking.It took him a long time to react, and then a slightly embarrassed and slightly excited smile appeared on his face: "That's great!"

After walking out of the music room, Hualichun couldn't help clenching her fists.

Xiang Kai has made great progress!If you use "Revival!If it is described by the evaluation standard of Wenhao Publishing House, if it continues to improve like this, he might be able to touch the upper limit of A-level!

As for the S rank, this is a state that even if you work hard, you may not be able to reach it.

Still thinking about Xiang Kai in her heart, the figure of Zenyuan Shier suddenly appeared in Hualichun's mind.

I don't know if he has read "Monthly Literature".

***

When the phone rang, Chanyuan Shier was standing in front of the counter.He picked up the phone casually: "What's the matter?"

The voice of Hualichun came from the microphone: "Shier, because you escaped too fast, I asked Hui for the address of the apartment and sent you the magazine. You should have received it that day, right?"

Zenyuan Shi Er couldn't help but be speechless.He didn't expect Hualichun to call and ask questions.

"Hmm." He responded casually.

"How do you feel?" Hualichun couldn't help asking.

"Ah, yours helped me a lot," he said.

"Really?" Hualichun's voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became excited.

"real."

Zenyuan Shier glanced at the counter, and it was the box of "Monthly Literature" on it.The old bookstore owner standing behind the counter is checking the damage of the magazine.

"It's all brand new," the old bookstore owner interjected at this time, "the previous issues are rare in the market, especially the first issue of "Monthly Literature". The recovery price in Japanese yen. If all the magazines here are rounded up, I can give you [-] yen."

"Okay." Chanyuan Shier nodded.

"...Ah." Hualichun on the other end of the phone obviously heard the conversation, and asked in amazement, "Did you send the magazine I sent to the old book collection?"

"Yeah, that's why I said yours helped me a lot." Zenyuan Shier took five [-]-yuan banknotes from the owner of the second-hand bookstore.

"..." Hualichun on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, "I will send it to you again."

"Then I'll sell it again." Zenyuan Shier said, "It's better to send more, it will help a lot."

"Don't do that, Shier." Hualichun said, "Don't sell it, read it."

After finishing the call, Zenyuan Shier blocked the phone number without any hassle.And when he returned to the door of the apartment, there was a box that was exactly the same as before standing quietly in front of the door.

"How did you do it..." He raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself, "It came so quickly?"

At this moment, he received a new email from Hualichun in his mailbox.

"Read it [smiley face]"

Zenyuan Shier once again sold the second box of "Monthly Literature" to a second-hand bookstore.

And Hualichun's phone calls came one after another.After finding that the number she used for the first time was blocked, she began to change other numbers.

"You are really annoying." Zenyuan Shier said bluntly, "more pestering than all the women I have ever met, like brown sugar. I used to think you would be a good woman, but now it seems that, You're going to be a nuisance, I'm afraid."

"It was you who first gave me the responsibility of being a father." Hualichun replied, "Where can there be a good thing to avoid responsibility without paying any price? At least, I want you to read Hoshinosha's literary works."

"Then you can throw that kid out casually." Chanyuan Shier shrugged, "Let him fend for himself in the wild."

"Don't be stubborn. The reason why you threw Hui to me is actually because you still care about him." Hua Lichun was not shocked by his words at all, but said stubbornly, "Shier, you don't need to live like this .”

"What's the matter with you?" Zenyuan Shier finally couldn't help asking, "I can't even say it, why are you pestering me? It's really annoying."

Hualichun on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.But just when Zenyuan Shier thought she was going to give up, her voice came again.

"Do you think that I can be indifferent to what you like, or even make it worthless?" Hualichun said, "Isn't my heart made of flesh?"

"..."

Zenyuan Shier didn't know how to answer for a while, and said after a while: "I don't know how you feel. I don't have anything that is precious."

"...If you don't want to read it, I'll read it to you." Hualichun ignored him, but said to himself, "The following is the "Song of Sheep" by Teacher Zhongyuan Zhongya..."

Zenyuan Shier hung up the phone directly.

But the next third day, the fourth day... a week passed, and every day he would see a box of books at the door.And later, in addition to "Monthly Literature" and other magazines and books published by Hoshinosha, Huali Jun also selected works by other writers other than Hoshinosha that she thought were excellent.

The owner of the second-hand bookstore saw Zenyuan Shier who came to sell books every day, and his shock at the beginning became numb.

And Hualichun's phone calls and emails even affected Shier's acceptance of work in the Buddhist monastery.In the past, the ringing of the phone meant good business, but now when the phone rings, he thinks of Hualichun's annoying and stubborn face; Added a bit of irritability.However, changing the usual phone number and email address may lose old customers, and he does not intend to do so unless it is a last resort.

After Hualichun called again, Zenyuan Shier simply said directly: "Your persistence really puts me at a disadvantage. It's not impossible for me to read."

Before Hualichun had time to say anything, he added: "However, there is one condition."

"What conditions?" Hualichun asked.

"From the first time we met until now, you have been calling me 'Shi Er Shi Er', but I am your elder anyway?" He smiled, "I promise you if I call 'Uncle' .”

Hualichun on the other end of the phone was startled for a moment, and then his expression became distorted: "Woo..."

Zenyuan Shier found it a little funny.

He knew that Hualichun hadn't treated him like an uncle until now, and didn't agree with what he did.So it was extremely difficult for Yu Hualichun to call out "uncle" to him.He could already imagine what Hualichun on the other end of the phone would look like.

But he was also used to it, after all, he had already been treated worse, so the fact that his niece didn't agree with him didn't seem so important.

After all, even Hui didn't call him father very much in the past two years.

Zenyuan Shier has decided to give up self-esteem and live in a way that no longer respects himself and others.

If you don't care about anything and no one cares about you, you won't lose anything, and you won't be able to lose.

So this time, he still won.

"It doesn't matter if you don't call me, I won't force you." Zenyuan Shier said again, "To be honest, I really don't think it is so important to read or not. In the final analysis, literature is just a little spice in life. Even if you don't It won't be a big deal. You can't do anything for it..."

"You don't have no way to force yourself for it." Before finishing the sentence, Chanyuan Shier suddenly heard an obvious sound of breathing from the other end of the phone.

The silence lasted for two seconds, and Hualichun's voice sounded again.Her voice was low, but clear.

"……uncle."

"..."

Zenyuan Shier didn't know how to react for a while, silently held the phone to his ear, and the self-deprecating smile on his face disappeared.

It was as if something in my heart had been hit hard.

At Hoshino Club on the other end of the phone, Huizheng was sitting on the grass in the courtyard, holding a small drawing board in his arms, carefully drawing with crayons while observing.And sitting opposite him in a majestic pose as a model was Chuya Inu wearing a black top hat.

And the sand-colored dog passing behind Hui glanced at the orange-and-white puppy on the drawing board, which was obviously much larger than its actual size, and couldn't help showing a retched expression: "Wang vomit..."

In the next second, the dog's hair was flying, and the two dogs immediately fought into a ball.Hui stood up quickly, trying to stop it in a hurry, but couldn't do it.

After hesitating for a while, the little boy sat down on the spot again, silently turned over the drawing board, and began to draw the writer fighting.

In the room, Hualichun's face was flushed red from shouting "Uncle", and beads of sweat appeared on her temples.

"This...it's just a trivial matter..." She muttered to herself dizzily because of her rapid breathing, "I've already said it, so you read it. You will never regret it..."

She heard the continuous silence on the other end of the microphone, and finally came the voice of Chanyuan Shier.

"Just read one."

Looking at the cardboard box that was sent home again, Zenyuan Shier whispered, "I just pick one at random to read. If it is not as good as you said, I will sell all the books sent this time. .”

"Yeah." Hua Lichun said, "Even if it's just a book, read it."