Genius writer

After Ren Mingqing stopped, he didn't wander around, just turned off the monitor, and sat at the table to eat. Tan Si was dumbfounded again.

Tan Si felt that Ren Mingqing was just a typewriter, not an author at all.Which author does not touch fish?Which author is not self-absorbed after writing?Which author doesn't have a social networking site to show himself, and read data comments ten or eight times a day?

"Have you always been like this?" Tan Si couldn't help asking him.

"how?"

Tan Si winked: "I don't think you can even hear what he said."

He himself is different, sometimes he writes that he wants to check Weibo.

"I heard him call me, but I was halfway through writing and didn't want to be interrupted."

"You're awesome, I'm tired of listening to you." Tan Si glared at Zhuang Mo.

Ren Mingqing realized that Tan Si was talking about writing with him, and was a little flattered. She touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment: "Really? I didn't pay attention."

"Have you opened the enchantment?"

Ren Mingqing thought about it seriously: "Maybe it's because there are too many things that need to be coordinated and arranged when writing. Characters, behavioral logic, dialogue language, words and sentences, conflicts, cadences, big plots, small details... and these They are all in parallel, instead of finishing one item and then doing another item, it is necessary to take care of both at any time, so I can only put all my thinking in the story." He tapped his head hard, as if he didn't like it I am very satisfied, "In this way, things in real life can't be taken into account, just like the computer contributes too much CPU to one program, and the running of other programs is very slow and not efficient. I heard the call just now, but I couldn't move. No, because I was still debating which adjective to use; probably my brain gave up commanding me later, and my hearing was automatically blocked.”

Tan Si is also a creator, so he understands this state of selflessness very well, but Ren Mingqing's ability to concentrate for such a long time and retract it freely still makes him very afraid of it.Maybe he can really finish the 30 manuscript by himself.

Zhuang Mo smiled dignifiedly and gracefully, his eyes seemed to say: Look, my wife, look.

The two codeword dogs rested for an hour after eating.Tan Si took the opportunity to play two games, and Ren Mingqing took a nap on the bed.When he went back to work in the afternoon, Tan Si was so sleepy that he had to drink a cup of coffee, but his mental state was still not as good as in the morning.

On the other hand, Ren Mingqing, coding has become an indispensable way of life for him. He enjoys this process very much. Once he puts his hands on the keyboard, he can quickly enter the state.

Tan Si gritted her teeth, relying on an unyielding drive, finally resisted the half-hearted urge to fish, and patiently sat down with Ren Mingqing to type.

What a joke!He came to show off to the younger generation, but in the end he was generalized!He is not convinced!

In fact, regarding the story that needs to be created this time, Tan Si has some fragments of inspiration in his mind, and he took this opportunity to write all of them on the draft paper.Once he entered the story, he gradually attracted all his attention, and also entered the state of "twilight".The most prominent point of novel creation is immersion, which is what Ren Mingqing said at noon, "no time to care about others". Once the author is immersed in the imaginary time and space, it is equivalent to time travel, and it is difficult to distract himself from reality.

By the time Tan Si stopped, it was already dark.When he turned his head, Zhuang Mo was wearing an apron, looking at him leisurely, while Li Rang, who had just come downstairs, looked at him like a ghost.

This can be said to be the best state since Tan Si topped the list.

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Tan Si glanced through it in a hurry, and triumphantly sent it to Li Rang, ordering: "Look at it later."

He put his hands on Ren Mingqing's shoulders loudly again: "Let's exchange texts as well, let's learn from each other."

Ren Mingqing called him off early.When Tan Si immersed himself in writing, he took the mouse and kept revising the manuscript.In the afternoon, he wrote more than 7000 words, and completed two biographies in total, but when he wrote it, he felt that something was wrong, and he was reworking it.This work has not been done yet.

Zhuang Mo hurriedly said: "If you are willing to show him, that's your business, but you can't touch the manuscripts of Duta Mountain."

Ren Mingqing turned her head and stared at Zhuang Mo: "For the sake of fairness, I'll show you everything, and I want you to judge, how about it?"

Tan Si couldn't wait for it: "Okay, okay!" He didn't care whether the manuscript was commercial or not.

The two authors were both drunkards who didn't care about drinking, so they all looked at Zhuang Mo eagerly.

Zhuang Mo experienced the new and old writer Shura field, and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat: "Uh..."

New and old authors all put on a straight face.

"……it is good."

"But I don't have the official version yet, and I want to revise the text. It will take another two hours. Can you wait for me?" Ren Mingqing asked.

"Xiuwen?" Tan Si seemed to have heard some Arabian Nights.

He looked at Ren Mingqing, then at Zhuang Mo: "Oh, he already gave you advice on repairing?"

"No. I just repair it myself." Ren Mingqing explained.

"You're still writing essays yourself!" Tan Si opened his eyes.He would throw it to Zhuang Mo directly after finishing writing, and Zhuang Mo would approve and send it over. He didn't have to fix it yet, and wanted to quarrel with Zhuang Mo.

"I feel it." Ren Mingqing nodded, "I read your "The Paradox" again yesterday. Although Zhuang Mo said that the routine is simple, I can indeed see through your writing style, but with hundreds of thousands of words, the character's The shaping and the advancement of the plot are all natural, and this routine has no sense of design. At least the first two books I read, you are writing with aura."

"Of course! What's the use of spiritual energy?" Tan Si asked back.

Ren Mingqing was a little shy: "I don't have enough aura, I usually rely on logic."

Tan Si keenly felt that this might be a weakness that could be attacked: "I know the kind of article you are talking about, which pays attention to the outline and character design in advance, so that the layout is exquisite, the structure is neat, the succession and transition are clear, and even The plot is decomposed into a rhythm table, how many words should be suppressed, and how many words should be raised. It's so ingenious!"

He guessed that Ren Mingqing's hand speed was also related to the detailed outline, otherwise how did he come to write nearly 4000 words per hour?He doesn't need to use his brain when it comes to big plots and even important details!The most concerned about words and sentences, context logic.He knew very well what happened next, and he knew the whole story with confidence to achieve the effect of this typewriter.

Seeing that Ren Mingqing's face turned pale, Tan Si knew that he had guessed right, and said nonchalantly, "I never write like this. I think it's a blasphemy against the Muse."

Zhuang Mo said coldly: "That's right, I wrote a series of more than a dozen books without a beginning and an end, and finally used the bad excuse of 'reality show' as a perfunctory excuse."

Tan Si ignored him: "I don't think the writers who have been able to reach the top in the past and present are not the painstaking school. Jia Dao has been deliberating for 30 to [-] years, but he is not as good as Li Bai who composes poems casually while drunk, right, Comrade Xiao Ren?"

Zhuang Mo said: "A novel is a novel, and a poem is a poem. They are two different things."

But Ren Mingqing finally listened to it, and was distracted while eating.He wrote very sluggishly today, and he was still unsatisfied after three revisions.Later, he spent another two hours adjusting the structure of the story and re-checking the plot points.In the end, he didn't hand in the manuscript until 9 o'clock, and Tan Si had already watched anime in the audio-visual room for a long time.

When Zhuang Mo called them out, Tan Si had the winning ticket.He saw hesitation and resignation on Ren Mingqing's face.A writer has a B number in his heart, and if he thinks it's good, he can't wait to share it with others.If even he himself feels that there is a problem, then there must be a problem.

Zhuang Mo took some time to browse the results of the two people's labor today, not many, and he finished the first time in 15 minutes.

"Who is good?" Tan Si couldn't wait to ask, and Ren Mingqing sat there frowning.

Zhuang Mo opened his mouth to speak, and organized for a long time what to say, and finally found that any words were pale, looked directly at Ren Mingqing and said: "It is indeed Tan Si who wrote well today."

Tan Si is used to this: "I'll just say it."

Tan Si stood up and patted Ren Mingqing on the shoulder: "It's okay, just work hard, you are still so young." Said and walked away.