Genius writer

Waking up the next day, Ren Mingqing became that hard-working author again.He accepted the fact that his articles needed to be constantly polished, writing for half a day and repairing them, and the progress was slow, but fortunately, he kept working, starting work on time at 8:9 in the morning and writing until [-]:[-] in the evening.

Since he embarked on the path of writing, he has worked hard every day, racked his brains, and worked hard, so he doesn't find it difficult to adapt.

He competed with Tan Si: I may not be able to write like you, but I can change it, and I will not stop until I am satisfied and may be on an equal footing with you.

Zhuang Mo admired his spirit very much, but he thought that although Ren Mingqing wanted to win subjectively, his heart was actually devastated.

This has something to do with the character of the writer himself.People like Tan Si and Xuan Yuan are like "I am number one in the world, and you and others are all badass".And people with Ren Mingqing's personality can easily fall into the horns of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?"He could feel Ren Mingqing's lack of self-confidence under his bluff.

Ren Mingqing also competed with him, he was unwilling to review Zhuang Mo's manuscript, and wanted to write a masterpiece for him to read in one go.

Zhuang Mo was worried that he would lose his understanding if he always sat there thinking hard without anyone talking to him.

In Zhuang Mo's eyes, there is something wrong with Ren Mingqing's opening chapter, but it's not a big problem.Because the biography of the characters is equivalent to a long-form unit drama, and whether it is a long story or a unit drama, the requirement for the opening is not the content, but the structure.

30 short biographies of characters, the first short biography is the most important, because it must establish the overall style, tone, and most important structure.

Only by making a good structure can we continue to repeat and complete the 30 manuscripts for comparison, and even more than 100 manuscripts after that.

Ren Mingqing did this very well.His short stories are structurally complete and reproducible.Tan Si wrote wonderfully, but he couldn't hold it anymore. He wrote a short biography as soon as he saw it. The number of words was overwhelmed, anticlimactic, lacking in completeness, so what should he do with the remaining 29 articles?Does he have 29 articles, all of which are so explosive?He is so lucky to find a good meme?

Ren Mingqing has found a correct structural framework, but his content lacks a bit of excitement, change it!piece of cake.Even if you do it all over again, it's just filling in new stories within the existing framework. What's so difficult about it?

Zhuang Mo was not worried about Ren Mingqing's strength at all.

But he worried that Ren Mingqing would cause "distortion" because of his mentality.

He may be okay with the first draft, and it would be better if he revised it two or three times, but at this time, he still felt "I can't do it" deep in his heart, and made some illusory suggestions to himself, such as taking Tan Si's "The Paradise" as the goal. , to revise one’s own history of science fiction—it’s not a subject matter at all, and it also destroys the original style—that’s going to be the opposite, and it’s becoming more and more different.

This is what a good editor exists for.The editor, as an outsider, can correct the "distortion" for the writer.This distortion is a psychological bias produced when he extensively overhauls his own texts.

Zhuang Mo showed his favor several times, but Ren Mingqing refused him to review the manuscript. Under such circumstances, Zhuang Mo finally couldn't help but call for help.

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That night, just as Ren Mingqing finished writing, an uninvited guest broke into his house——Xuan Yuan, carrying a suitcase in a busy manner, killed him with a ruthless expression.

"Little Master..." Ren Mingqing stood up from his seat in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Tan Si also stood at attention anxiously following him, and paid attention to him.

"I am one of the content teachers of the review team." Xuanyuan said coldly.

Tan Si groaned.

Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows, and Tan Si stepped aside like a child bride in the old society, not daring to say a word.

Although he and Xuanyuan have no personal relationship, they have been friends for a long time, and they have mutual sympathy.No matter how arrogant Xuan Yuan is, there will be Tan Sige who killed him; no matter how arrogant Tan Si is, Xuan Yuan will throw him the top spot after all.The two people often pay attention to each other's troubles in private. Although they have never communicated with each other, they have to secretly browse each other's Weibo from time to time.

Xuan Yuan, who is a literary youth, often writes some beautiful words in the middle of the night that can be written into QQ signatures by elementary and middle school students as Bai Yueguang, accompanied by illustrations showing off his wealth; Tan Sicao, the top writer, forwards IP derivative products every day.

Both sides are envious to death - how can this person have everything I dream of!Why can't I write about him!

"Take out all the manuscripts and let me have a look." Xuanyuan entered the door without even drinking tea, and sat on the sofa, acting like the president of Hong'an.

"It's only been a week..." Tan Si defended in a low voice, the contract didn't say that manuscripts would be reviewed in a week.

"How badly do you write that you are ashamed to see people?"

Tan Si is Xuanyuan's heart disease, which has been stuck in his heart for several years, and now he has seized the opportunity. He has become party A, and Tan Si has become party B, so he must be as ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Tan Si couldn't help but whispered: "Then I... won the top spot from you."

Xuanyuan pulled out his manuscript paper with a frosty face.

Tan Si fought back with his tongue, but lacked confidence in the end, so he glanced at him like a daughter-in-law.

"Bring over yours too." Xuan Yuan said.

Ren Mingqing gave him a thick stack.

Xuanyuan: "..."

He doesn't read books, let alone texts.He is the majestic boss of Hong'an Real Estate, he manages a lot of things every day, what kind of articles do he read? !Do they have him well written?At the beginning, he couldn't bear to serve these two.

Fortunately, both of them are top-notch writers, and it was easier for Xuanyuan to get involved in the drama than he imagined.

After reading it, Xuanyuan already had the answer in his heart.

"Your opening chapter is really good." Xuanyuan gave Tan Si some face, "But the opening chapter is so good that even beginners can do it. The group of kids who have just debuted on the Xinhui platform know that the first three chapters should be It was fun to write."

Tan Si couldn't help but whispered: "I don't want to compare drafts with them, I just need to compare drafts with your nephew and it's over." He glanced at Ren Mingqing, meaning why didn't he write better ?

Xuanyuan heard the sarcasm in his tone, and snorted: "He dances with shackles, where to cut in is already a foregone conclusion, of course it is not as smooth as your free play. You should be happy these few days. You will carefully design the situation The author may not be brilliant in the early stage, but once the layout is completed, the world will become bigger and bigger, the characters will be deeper and deeper, there will be more and more contradictions, all the clues will intersect and advance, the plot will be complicated, and the author's inspiration will continue to blow out. In other words, my nephew is in the late stage, but how much did you write today? Three hundred or five hundred?"

This speaks to Tan Si's sore spot.He was out of inspiration and didn't feel like writing.And even though Ren Mingqing was downcast, he punched in the code on time every day, and left sadly with enough code, and his bad mood did not affect his hand speed, which deeply hurt Tan Si, a backward person who wrote 1000 a day.Later, he simply didn't come to the first floor to spell with Ren Mingqing, which hurt his self-esteem.

"After writing for a week, I wrote two articles, and I didn't finish the second article." Xuanyuan criticized.

"What's the use of writing fast..."

"If you can't finish writing, you are not qualified to talk about competition." Xuan Yuan reprimanded.Fiction looks at completeness and validity.

"You haven't finished writing yet..." Tan Si reminded him that he is also an inspirational writer, and by the way, approached him, "We should be in the same group."

"Who is like you?!" Xuanyuan rolled his eyelids, "I wrote 5 books of "Dust and Smoke Smile", and the finale is 20 words long. All the clues are clarified, and the ending of all characters. At least my story stays in the Clear nodes, there is a staged giant. Unlike some people, the most unfinished in history."

What can Tan Si say?He could only whisper like a foot-washing maid.

"And I don't write novels, I still have money." Xuan Yuan said loudly, pulling Ren Mingqing upstairs.

Tan Si was so stimulated that he didn't want to.Pity him for being the top of the list for five years, he can only hum when he sees Xuan Yuan like a little daughter-in-law.

The so-called one thing down one thing, Tan Si can easily make Ren Mingqing depressed, Xuanyuan is to him, just like he is to Ren Mingqing.

"Is it not good for you to do this..." After Ren Mingqing went upstairs, he felt that Xuanyuan's unilateral slaughter of Tan Si was a bit cruel.He guessed that Xuanyuan might have been invited by Zhuang Mo to save the scene, and he didn't become self-righteous because of Xuanyuan's reprimand to Tan Si.He knew that Xuanyuan was comforting him.

"You take care of yourself first."

Xuan Yuan sat down and placed Tan Si's work on the table.

"Boring." He said two words coldly.

"What." He cursed again.

"Street literature." He concluded coldly.

"..." Ren Mingqing stood there dumbfounded, and Xuan Yuan's sudden rudeness startled him.

"Only junior high school students like to read this kind of stuff. It has no taste, no style, and is full of vulgar plots and boring suspense. The whole story is incomprehensible, and they don't know what they are talking about. And why did he write such a thing?" A little bit? Is he really serious about drafting?" Xuan Yuan complained wildly.

Ren Mingqing: "..."

Ren Mingqing no longer felt that Xuan Yuan was comforting him, he felt that Xuan Yuan was just venting his dissatisfaction with Tan Si.

Tan Si's works will not be dismissed as useless, but he also realizes that in the eyes of some people, Tan Si is not an omnipotent god, such as Xuanyuan.

Xuan Yuan called out his manuscript again, frowned and cursed: "What's the matter with your writing style?"

Ren Mingqing said honestly: "I was watching "The Paradise" recently, and I was taken astray."

"For such a big project, do you still have time to read other people's novels? You can't even read any good ones. Tan Si's writing is in a mess. If you want him to hold back a sentence that looks better and more beautiful than It’s still hard to reach the sky—he’s just a migrant worker, with no taste or culture. Don’t imitate him, isn’t it a good feeling when you’re in "The Grand Chronicle?"

Ren Mingqing is very good at imitating other people's style of writing. When he wrote "The Grand Chronicle", he studied all over the world, with such a gloomy feeling that even Xuanyuan could hardly tell that the last volume was a sequel.

Ren Mingqing seldom talked about works with Xuan Yuan, so he explained to him sadly: "Because Mr. Zhuang said that for the general public, the more concise and easy to understand the style of writing, the better..." Seeing Xuan Yuan's face change, he sighed again Tone, "Of course, this is not a matter of writing, writing is secondary, the main thing is that Master Tan Si is very talented and very aura..."

"Hehe." Xuan Yuan said "Who are you kidding?"

Ren Mingqing: "..."

Xuanyuan stood up, took off his gloves, and threw them in front of his eyes: "Your teacher passed away early; as for me, I gave up literature and business again. Now there is only one seedling left in our branch. Tan Si was He shouldn’t be at the top of the list. He took advantage of our sudden changes and picked up a big bargain. Do you know? If your teacher hadn’t had an accident that year, I wouldn’t have to run between the hospital and the house every day. , "Dusty Smile" is finished, what the hell is there with Tan Si! He is writing street stall literature, but you are here to build up other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige!"

"No, it's mainly because of his plot tension..." Ren Mingqing still wanted to discuss the content with him.

"I don't listen to what you have!" Xuanyuan interrupted him roughly, "Just remember that Tan Si is nothing special. In terms of talent, he is not as good as me; in terms of strength, he is not as good as you The teacher is a drop in the bucket. You have to believe in your background, you are born to be the protagonist, if you can't take him down this time, I will clean up the house for your teacher, you hear?!

"

Xuan Yuan's voice was stern, and Ren Mingqing was heartbroken, so he could only nod his head frequently.

"Show some murderous spirit!" Xuanyuan patted him in distaste, "You are also a new generation of writers now, with masterpieces and popularity. When I was your age, there was no one on earth that I dare not fuck people."

Ren Mingqing has no sense of participation in these money and fame: "These are all done by Mr. Zhuang..."

"Speaking of this, I also have to remind you. Shen Congxin used to be Tan Si's manager, understand? The relationship between the two of them before was the same as that between you and Shen Congxin now. You would wear a pair of pants for kissing! You are always moaning and sighing. What does Shen Congxin think when he says 'I'm not as good as Tan Si' in front of you? He gave you such good resources and sent you to the door of L4's house, you are not allowed to enter the house, think about the consequences." Xuan Yuan threatened him .

Ren Mingqing followed his gaze, Zhuang Mo was walking outside with Tan Si.Zhuang Mo glanced at him, turned his head, Ren Mingqing's heart beat faster, and hurried away from the window.

"Must win!" Xuan Yuan declared again holding his manuscript.

Do everything to be the first, this is his philosophy of life.It's a pity to leave before you can do it. It's not even a regret if you can't leave. It's a failure and a sad exit.Ren Mingqing can't do this, he is talented, willing to work hard, and lucky to meet a first-class editor like Zhuang Mo.He failed for no reason.

-

When Zhuang Mo came back, Ren Mingqing was editing his essay.

Zhuang Mo's reason for inviting Xuan Yuan is very straightforward - Tan Si is messing with things, and he is messing with Tan Si.

Ren Mingqing's mentality will collapse, and Tan Sigong is indispensable.He was over there all day long full of yin and yang, so Zhuang Mo brought Xuanyuan over, hey, who is more yin and yang.

Xuanyuan sprayed Tan Silai mercilessly, while Zhuang Mo gracefully drank tea and watched the play.

However, Xuanyuan has always been very arrogant. He neither wants to say good things about Tan Si nor Ren Mingqing—in any case, they are not as good as him together—so Ren Mingqing still doesn't know the final evaluation of this Party A judge. How are you doing.

Ren Mingqing could only hold back his temper and let Zhuang Mo comment on it after he had finished writing what he had in hand.

Xuanyuan left the door open for Zhuang Mo, and Zhuang Mo walked in lightly, and sat behind him for a while.

When Ren Mingqing finally finished her work, she stretched herself, and found that Zhuang Mo was looking at him in a funny and angry way.His half-yawned yawn was interrupted, and he froze in a stunned gap.

"Yes, Teacher Xiaoren, let me sleep on the sofa for so long." Zhuang Mo smiled.

Ren Mingqing was a little embarrassed.

"Since Xuanyuan has seen it all, can you show me?"

Ren Mingqing pulled out the new manuscript, handed it to him, and pretended to walk around tidying up the room, but actually observed Zhuang Mo's expression.

Zhuang Mo frowned at first, then slowly relaxed, and smiled knowingly from time to time, and finally put the manuscript aside with tears in his eyes.

"How is it?" Ren Mingqing asked.

Zhuang Mo also handed Tan Si's manuscript to him: "Read it yourself."

Ren Mingqing felt uneasy.But the more he looked down, the more he couldn't believe it.

"How come..." he was surprised.

Tan Si has written very little, and has not finished writing the second story so far. Even in this small space, it is obvious that the more he writes, the more unsustainable he is.The opening chapter that surprised him was not as good as his first draft.

Ren Mingqing knew what went wrong after reading it once, and he had an idea of ​​how to correct it, adjust the front and rear positions of the plot points, strengthen the conflict, and straighten out the logic. As long as he is given two hours, he can save this avalanche article. And Tan Si has been helpless these days.

Zhuang Mo turned on the phone and played the recording: "He is really a codeword machine." It turned out to be Tan Si's voice. "However, when I got the manuscript, I felt that he wrote better than I imagined, much better. To be honest, I haven't read what he wrote. Just based on his hand speed, I think he is a typewriter. However, his finished product does not show traces of shoddy production at all, which shows that his natural language and plot structure are already at this level, which is indeed very powerful."

Zhuang Mo didn't follow Tan Sisan for nothing, Tan Si always spoke his mind.

"I told you that the average quality of inspiration cannot be guaranteed, but the strength can." A charming smile appeared on Zhuang Mo's face, "Congratulations, you made it."

Ren Mingqing couldn't help laughing.

For the first time, he realized that he might be a king.