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"How long have I been in a daze?"

"How long do you think my tea is cold?" Dad didn't dare to drink tea, the atmosphere just now was really too depressing, he was afraid that if his daughter really had a cold war with him or something, would he not be able to write this novel?

"Sorry, I'm a little distracted." Li Xia smiled apologetically, and when he said this, his expression was still in a daze.

No wonder she does this.

The outline of the novel written by the old man was too similar to the general plot of a book she had read in the parallel world.

Mostly what I want to write is the story of a certain little girl in No. 1 called the narrative, complaining about the injustice of the world against all things with her girlfriends, and talking about love with her past, present, and future boyfriends.The rhythm is a bit lively, clear and cheerful, but in the gap between time and time, there is more or less the kind of little confusion that only Wen Qing possesses.

Generally speaking, it is a short novel with a happy and funny beginning but a depressing ending.

Strictly speaking, this kind of plot has been reflected in all kinds of urban novels. It can be regarded as a bad street novel like Chen Zhima Rotten Millet. Dropped the stalk that wouldn't even take a second look.But for some reason, as soon as this article was read by Lixia, a novel that she would never forget in the future appeared in her mind.

"How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams"

I don't know why, but her father's plot construction is too bad to be eye-catching, but she still has no hesitation in thinking of such a novel that is not only Wenqing, but also abusive.

When I was a child, I held that physical book in my hand and read Lixia thoroughly on a breezy evening. I couldn’t forget the ending of the story, that unforgettable nursery rhyme.

Li Xia was in a trance for a moment.

She knew that she had already been reborn, and the entertainment of this era was so lacking that it was incomparable with her previous era, but when she saw Dad's unwritten work, she still had an illusion that the two worlds were the same. At this moment, this point, intertwined.

It was a very mysterious feeling.

Li Xia came back to his senses and turned to ask his father.

"Are you really going to write this book?"

The old man rubbed his nose and looked hesitant, "I really want to write it, but I haven't thought of the names of the hero and heroine, and if I really want to write it, I'm afraid I won't be able to write that lively atmosphere."

Li Xia nodded, somewhat understanding.After all, he is an old man in his 50s and [-]s. If he really has such an active mind, how can his father still be unknown in the online literature?

"I didn't ask you this." Li Xia sighed, "I can help you start, but you have to write the rest of the plot yourself, which is a trivial matter. The point is, if you really want to write this book, you have to Be mentally prepared."

"What to prepare?"

"Prepare to be scolded."

"Why are you being scolded?" Dad was a little stunned.

Li Xia shook his head, but he didn't tell him how tragic the scolding battle at the finale of this novel that was infinitely close to "Flowers Fall in Dreams" in his own parallel world was.

It's not a debate between several party CPs in the novel, but a simple one. A group of people jumped out to scold the author unscrupulously, and then more passers-by saw it and joined the team of scolding.Unimpeded, no one obstructed at all.

Well, it should be scolded.

After all, the early stage of the book is a sloppy youth novel. The hero and heroine should be together after going through thousands of dangers, and the tone of the whole book does hint at a happy ending in different details, but I didn't expect it.

In the end, Guo Xiaosi, who tortured people to death without paying for his life, added a touch of sadness to this diary that should have been joyful.

The first male fell into obscurity, and the crowd was tumbling, the second male was in a car accident and was slapped to death by the female lead inexplicably, the third male was so poor that he took drugs, as for the female lead's best friend and her who followed by her side, they were about to achieve a positive result boyfriend.

hehe.

I really don't know what the little guy surnamed Guo was thinking at that time.At first, Li Xia thought that he had finally found a not-so-abuse but also pretty good-looking daily article, but when he closed the book, he realized that he was still too young.

I heard that when the ending of "Flowers Fall" was mentioned in a casual chat in the future, the guy explained it quite leisurely.The general meaning is that I know that readers have guessed the ending of the book, and it will be happy, and I have always wanted to write such an ending before.But after thinking about it, since you all guessed it, it's better to change it to a sad one.

It's probably just such a casual attitude.

But he didn't expect how many people would be offended by such an attitude.

Leaving aside Xiao Si's controversial dark history, this "How Many Flowers Fall in Dreams" actually tortured and killed many people.

Li Xia couldn't remember how many people threatened to send blades to readers when the ending was announced.And after finally finding out who the author was, they all seemed relieved, sighing that it was nothing surprising that it was him, gritted their teeth and felt helpless.

"How do you feel?" Seeing that Li Xia was sullen again and stopped talking, the old man thought that there was something wrong with his writing, and he was a little nervous for a while, "Is there something wrong? Can you make it or not? It's a word."

"There is a problem, and it's a big problem." Li Xia sighed, then hooked his fingers to his father, "Come closer and have a look."

"what?"

"You said that you have to introduce the heroine's character. You said that she is lazy, but why is she lazy? You can't just mention it just because you described 'she likes to sleep'? Do you think this kind of sentence is successful? In the eyes of the audience, I’m afraid it’s just a simple number of words? Don’t you know how to create and describe characters? I’m too lazy to talk about you. Look at this again, why do you always use idioms? Describe the appearance of the heroine and her best friend? The skin is like fat and the eyebrows are like green hills. Do you think that such sentences have been written badly by those street people outside? If you pinch them out again, someone will be refreshed? I'm afraid not."

This long string of words made the eldest lady choke, and finally added a few mouthfuls.

"Dad, you have to understand that this kind of youthful daily text is not easy to write, because there are not too many fierce fighting scenes similar to those in martial arts novels to pull the audience's emotions, so I want to write something that is eye-catching and the writing style is good. is the most important."

"Then how should I write it?" Dad frowned. He had focused all his attention on studying the plot before, but he didn't expect the main point in his mind. It seems that there is some deviation from her daughter's opinion?

The plot and characters are secondary, but the writing is the main thing?This kind of statement is really something new.

Li Xia thought for a while, and recalled in her mind the novel in her memory that has caused her a little bit of heartache until now, and then lied on the computer and was able to recreate a new text, typing with her fingers Come.

"You will know when you finish writing."

After more than ten minutes, Li Xia pushed the keyboard again, "Come and see."

The old man looked at the keyboard which had lost another keycap, half distressed and half curious, and moved over to it.

There are not many words on it, so I just wrote the beginning, and it is only five or six hundred words when I type it all. It is still No.1, and it has not been divided into paragraphs. Looking at it so dazzlingly, I thought it was some elementary school student who was trying to deal with the teacher. A diary written indiscriminately for homework.

The story goes like this.

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When Wen Jing called, I was sleeping very happily on the bed, turning left and right and stretching, feeling that my bed was the whole world.In fact, my bed is really big.I only have two hobbies, watching movies and sleeping. If someone doesn't let me sleep when I'm so tired, it's better to kill me with a knife, and I'll be grateful.So of course I made the bed extremely comfortable. I once told my mother that I would have to carry this bed on my back when I got married someday.

So Wen Jing's call made me feel very depressed.In the dream that was shattered by her phone call, I was standing on the open ground with a small washbasin, and money was falling from the sky like rain, and I was enjoying receiving money underneath.So it feels like Wen Jing is blocking my way of making money.

I picked up the phone and said to her, you are a scourge, and you are preventing me from making money.

What's the matter, writing again, my little literary youth.

I am a writer, that’s right, I was lucky enough to publish a few books, and Wen Jing often laughed at me because of this, it seems that literary youths are even rarer than virgins these days.

I ignored her, I said, if you have anything to say, I'll go back to sleep after the nonsense is over.

You are already as fat as a pig, and you still have to get used to it.It's five o'clock in the afternoon. Do you call it a nap or something?

Why are you talking so much nonsense, if you have something to say, hurry up.

It's okay, I'll find you out for dinner, and I'll pick you up downstairs in three or ten minutes.

Get up, take a shower, dress up, and the long-term dormitory life in the university makes me act like a female soldier who has just been trained by a recruit company.I looked at myself in the mirror and felt that Wen Jing had actually told the truth, I was as fat as a pig.It seems that it is not impossible for me to sleep day and night to gain an extra thirty or fifty catties.When I was about to leave the house, I looked in the mirror again and found that I had lost weight again. I was suddenly happy. I dare say I was swollen from sleep.

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This is the end of the story. It was originally just a few long paragraphs. When I read it refreshingly, Father Xia always felt a sense of joy to see to the end. To be honest, he still has a prejudice against the No.1 essay, after all. The narrow plot of the matter is not easy to foreshadow.But I have to say that after reading these two paragraphs written by his daughter, he was really amazed from the bottom of his heart.

"How do you feel?" Li Xia crossed his arms and observed his father's reaction, and seeing his persistently surprised expression, he said again: "You see, I didn't talk too much about the character of the heroine when I wrote this, but The audience can establish a position for the heroine in their hearts at a glance, isn't it much better than expressing it bluntly like you."

"It's beautiful." The old man smacked his lips, still a little unsatisfied, "What's next?"

"It's up to you to write the following."

"Huh? You don't want to help me anymore?" Dad was a little disappointed.For some reason, although my baby usually seems to have a problem with his head, it seems that he is extremely strict about writing books, and Father Xia doesn't know why.

Li Xia shook his head, "After all, you wrote this book. If it can help you for a while, it won't help you for the rest of your life. You have to tie the bell to untie it. The rest is up to you."

The old man thought for a long time, "Why do I think your allusion is a bit problematic?"

Li Xia continued to shake his head, "Don't care about these details, bastard."

However, it is better for someone to start at least than to drown in the water to cross the river. Besides, Li Xia did not say that he would not help in the follow-up, but to a large extent, he had to rely on Father Xia himself.Thinking of this, the old man waved his hand and changed the subject: "Let's not talk about it, which website do you think my book should be submitted to? I think it's good to be a celebrity, and old books were also submitted on it before. mass base."

Venus is an online literature website, and its status is similar to that of the starting point in the parallel world. Although it is not about to make a fortune at the moment, Li Xia knows that such a website will definitely become famous in the future. A necessity for growing prosperity.

Li Xia thought for a long time, but gave an unexpected answer, "No more. I think juvenile literature is quite suitable."

Juvenile literature, physical books and magazines, there are also branch publishing houses in the local area. When Li Xia was a child, he was often fooled by the teacher to buy the magazines there, saying that it was useful for the final exam.It was only later that I found out that if one more person buys a teacher, he can get a share of the money, which is very corrupt.

Sure enough, when the words came out, the father was also stunned for a moment, "Young magazines? Just buy that by the school?"

Li Xia nodded, and the old man was surprised, "The development space should not be as big as Venus, right?"

This statement is not false at all, although it is a physical publication, but in terms of scale, it is still far behind the starting point of later generations.Although the two companies are just a prototype at this time, the old man can accurately see the future development of the two companies, and I have to say that this vision is still so unique.

"Two reasons." Li Xia shook his two fingers and explained: "The first is that "Dream" is more suitable for real life, and the second is to follow your name to write, in case this book suddenly catches your attention." In order to cause a loss of popularity, wouldn’t I be a sinner through the ages?”

After all, the audience industry itself is very fascinating. Whether the book is good or not is not determined by the quality of the book itself. The key depends on whether the readers buy it or not.Although Li Xia is a person who has been there, it is not from this world. If such a more important matter is really to be put on her head, to be honest, she is really a little uncertain in her heart.

But I didn't expect that I was listening very seriously at the beginning. When my father heard that he might jump on the street, he would be a little disapproving, "If you have a mass foundation, you will still jump? We are now a little god writer anyway. "

Li Xia was a little disdainful, and it was hard to explain anything to his father in this state.

In fact, she also thought so at the beginning. It wasn't until the dying old father in the later generations, after experiencing many setbacks, that day's emotion under the sunset, that Li Xia somewhat understood.

Success and failure often go hand in hand.

More important than these two points is persistence.

Whether it is a great god or a small god, there is always the possibility of hitting the street.

Even for great writers, the number of unattended drafts in their wastebaskets is often several times more than the glamorous masterpieces published on the table.

This is true, not false at all.

Chapter 25, Chapter 24

At dawn the next day, Lixia felt someone throw him out of the warm blanket.

Opening his eyes in a daze, he saw his mother looking at her with her hips akimbo, "It's already 05:30 and you still don't get up. The teacher almost came to visit my home yesterday, and today you still want to be taught again and again, don't you?!"

"Isn't that right, Mom? I still have to go to class this day." Li Xia called out to Zhuang Tianqu: "My arm is still limping."

My mother just stared, "If you can't walk, if you can't walk, call your father to carry you to school and you have to go."

Li Xia doesn't really want to talk, well, people in this era still think that everything is inferior and only studies are good. Many times, even if there is a knife in the sky, they have to urge their children to go to private schools, which is quite helpless.

What is even more frustrating is that this kind of concept seems to have not changed much in the later generations. People still think that knowledge is power and knowledge can change everything.

But in fact, after becoming a social person, I will find out in despair that it seems that it is often not my knowledge that determines how much money I make a month, but my talent, family background, financial resources and connections, which seem to be predestined long ago.

Somewhat cruel, but this is indeed a very helpless reality.

"When you wake up, go eat quickly." The old lady nodded Lixia's little head, and then walked out of the bedroom without looking back. Before leaving, she deliberately removed the pink cartoon quilt to prevent the eldest lady Drill back to sleep and return to the cage.

The eldest lady couldn't help yawning, and she still looked lacking in spirit when she was sitting at the dining table.

It's no wonder that she is like this. Dad Gen discussed the plot in the study room last night too late, and it didn't stop until late at night... Cough, although this statement is strange, it is true.

In the end, she still couldn't stand her father's flattery and coercion, and successfully lured Li Xia's greed with a high bid of 200 yuan to write a piece of paper. Fortunately, the eldest lady was also unambiguous.Going down five chapters in one breath, not only completed the first sample, but also wrote four more chapters and saved them in Dad's computer.

Speaking of it, it is only a chapter of one or two thousand words, and a few chapters add up to a total of eight or nine thousand words. Relying on the resentment towards that book in his previous life, Li Xia can easily write an outline, although it may be Some details will be a little out of shape, but at least the general plot will not change.

The two girlfriends were chatting and laughing in the taxi, laughing and cursing in the restaurant where Fa Xiaobai let loose, and the heroine Lin Lan encountered the Shura field and helplessness between her ex-boyfriend and current girlfriend. Coming down can be regarded as hearty, and people can't help but want to look down.

"Good writing, good writing!" The old man held a teacup and waited until late at night, looking up and down Li Xia's article three or four times before he could make a sound, and the first time he opened his mouth, the two expressed their deep admiration, but After thinking about it, he still had some thoughts: "What's next?"

"The rest will be up to you to write."

In fact, my father was quite unconvinced before. Good writing is good writing, but don’t everyone know how to write at the beginning?The law of the three golden chapters is well known in the industry. People who write well at the beginning may not be able to integrate the whole story. Besides, my father never thought that his attainments in writing would be much worse than his own daughter. But what is helpless is that after he finishes writing a whole passage, he compares his essay with Lixia's follow-up... But he also has to admit helplessly, it seems that his experience and writing style are indeed much worse than the eldest lady. what.

"It's going to come back to me again." The old man couldn't help sighing, he also knew that if he really wanted to write it, he would probably ruin this good article, so after thinking about it, he started to fool his own child again, "How about this, you If you write a little more, I'll give you some more money, such as an extra... fifty for each chapter! What do you think?"

After a lot of intense thinking, Li Xia chose the former between his father's future and Xiaoqianqian without hesitation.

"Don't be like this, girl, really don't write anymore?"

"No more writing."

"Don't you want money?" The old man was startled all of a sudden, "Aren't you the one who likes money the most at home?"

Li Xia shook his head with tears streaming down his face, "No more."

Father Xia couldn't help but roll his eyes.Just dismiss it.

For some reason, the old man seemed very happy that his daughter would help him with the writing of the book, as if he thought it would save him a lot of effort, so he just kept threatening and luring her.But fortunately, Li Xia seems to be quite willing to help him, but he can't help but sigh in his heart, why this old man is getting lazy, as if he is looking forward to the book and let her take full control Yes, it is enough for me to be a behind-the-scenes listener to politics, and this nima was not like this in her previous life.

In the final analysis, Dad is too young. He has experienced hardships in his previous life, and his temperament has been smoothed out. In this life, he is still in his prime. It is actually not advisable to have these prejudices to some extent.

"It's still lack of experience." Li Xia couldn't help but sighed, feeling that his father had been too impetuous in the past few days, it's really not good to go on like this.Little did she know how appalling it was in the eyes of others that she was appraising the situation of an old man who was twenty years older than herself.

When she came back to her senses, her mother had already packed Lixia's schoolbag from the bedroom. Looking at the stuffed and colorful children's schoolbag, Lixia knew that she would not be able to escape the disaster of going to class today, so she couldn't help but sighed .

There are two milk-flavored steamed buns on the dining table, the kind that cost two yuan a box, and a large white egg that has been peeled off and is steaming outside.

Lixia only took a bite and threw the whole egg white aside. This shit is too salty, and when I was shopping in the vegetable market, my mother mistook the duck egg for an egg again.

"Go to school as soon as you finish eating." The mother poked her head out of the back room to urge Li Xia, and the eldest lady could only sigh, put the slippers on the entrance and put on the little cloth shoes to go out. .

But I didn't expect to be stopped by my mother before I left, "Wait a minute."