I'm just sorry for plagiarism

Chapter 338 Chapter 335

I don't know if the theme of the story of "Fist of Flame" is slightly different from any book she has written. When adapting this animation from her previous life into a manga, she was quite motivated.

Speaking of which, even if I had updated "Sword Immortal", I sometimes resisted it in my heart, occasionally became lazy, and even thought of stopping the update.

This is normal.

It's work after all.

There is a lot of mental work in front of him, and even Comrade Lixia, who has experienced many battles, can't help but work hard.

But I don’t know why, when I adapted this book "Flame Fist", my thoughts seemed to flow like a spring, rushing to the sea and never returning?

It can be said that a pen is written like a god.

It's really strange.

Perhaps it has something to do with the wonderful plot setting of the original book. After all, even if it is a TV series like "Sword Fairy", in order to ensure the duration, there will inevitably be some irrelevant plots in the series to slow down the nerves of the audience. , to adjust the atmosphere, to fill the shot.

And as a porter, Lixia would feel somewhat bored when writing down the plots of "Sword Immortal" that are meaningless to spend a long time in water.

This is a very normal thing, but it doesn't mean that the crew is not capable.After all, each episode of a TV series is more than 50 minutes long, and even more than an hour is occasionally seen, and the total number of episodes is more than 30 episodes. Under such a long time span, if all of them are twists and turns. , even if it is really wonderfully written, if you watch too much, it will still make the audience feel tired, aesthetically tired, and even bored, right?

What's more, the world view of each work is fixed. It is too difficult for the plot to be full of ups and downs and twists and turns in such a long timeline.Even the best screenwriter in China can't do it at all.

But "Flame Fist" is different.

Because it is a manga, the shots of each chapter are only about eleven or twelve drawings, and there are not many to look at, but if you want to explain the plot clearly in a short picture, you must try to use a short and concise style.

It is also for this reason that some comics with tight plots often create an unstoppable addiction to readers. Once you read it, you may pick up the book in the morning, and when you put it down again, it is already dusk and evening.

The number of words published in each issue of juvenile literary composition physical media is quite limited, which has led to the fact that even a short story of 30 words like "Dream" can be serialized in the magazine for half a year.

Its style is quite similar to the manga.

If "Flame Fist" is adapted into a short story that is still more than 30 words, I am afraid that juvenile literature is really the most suitable platform for publication.

There's too much gossip.

The eldest lady shook her head to shake off the inexplicable thoughts, moved the notebook away, and reopened the half-written manuscript.

The house is full of stars, and the family in the distance is full of lights, celebrating the promotion of their children, or deep in thought, thinking about whether to study for another year after failing the exam, or find an ordinary junior college to make do with Go or stay.

Only Li Xia was sitting in the room, as if isolated from the world, gathering the pictures in his mind at his fingertips, and flowing them on the flickering screen.

The next plot is like this.

……

Continuing from the above, brother and sister Agni and Luna found Uncle Wana who was starving to death at home.

The next day, Uncle Wana's body was pushed out, surrounded by a group of elderly men in religious uniforms, and the priest at the head seemed to be doing some ritual.

Even in such an era of food shortage, the villagers can understand the way of life that does not accept human flesh, and they can also understand the thoughts of passing away as a normal person.

But the priest believed that this was their experience, even if they had to bear all the pain, they could not accept death.

It is probably because of such determination that one can survive in this barren world.

It was soon evening.

The crowd dispersed.

In a hut barely lit by candles, sister Luna put steaming hot stew on the table.

Inside was the arm of my brother.

Smelling the heat, my sister was very proud.

"Put more potatoes today!"

The elder brother waved his hand nonchalantly, "Eat it, how can two people do it with such a small amount?"

"Enough is enough! My brother's meat is delicious!"

"is it?"

"And the fascia on the joints is very refreshing, the taste is quite good."

"Then next time, cut more meat from the joints to serve."

The innocent tone, matched with the content, gives people a creepy touch.

After laughing, the two siblings lay on the bed, holding a picture book in their hands.

The elder brother seemed very happy, and held the picture book in his arms. It was a colorful pattern, with green mountains and green water, but it was a scenery that my sister had never seen before.

Agni told her sister that the past days were very warm, not the usual cold winter.

"It has spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the hot summer, the temperature will rise. At that time, the coldest place is not in the house, nor in the bed."

"where is that?"

"In the river."

"River water?" The younger sister blinked innocently and looked at her brother.

It seems that it is impossible to imagine how the ice covered with ice remains can flow.

"Yes, river water." My brother laughed, resting his head on his arm, watching the swaying roof, as if he was remembering something.

"I'm slightly older than Luna, so the memories from the past are more or less impressive."

Agni said, eyes full of tenderness.

"The small river in spring is full of greenery, and the earth is lush and green. It is very beautiful."

"grassland?"

The younger sister didn't know the terms in the elder brother's mouth, or even if she knew, it was hard to imagine what it was like.

"Every beginning of spring, squirrels and rabbits will happily run on the trees."

"Well……"

"Fish and shrimp in the river swim in groups."

"fish……"

"Then it's summer. When Lixia arrives, the whole family can go swimming in the river. In the scorching heat of summer, you will sweat if you move a little. Only the river water is cool and comfortable... instead of everywhere like now. Frost, filled with cold and hunger."

Luna said nothing more.

She just turned sideways and looked at her brother gently.

There was a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

Whenever he talks about the past world, his brother's smile becomes very warm and happy.

She likes such a brother, just like her brother likes Xia Tian.

Luna watched silently, then stretched out her hand suddenly, and lightly bumped Agni's fist.

"I said, brother." She said, "In the future, when the world becomes warmer again, shall we go travel around the world together?"

A simple sentence stopped the chattering Agni.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was faint and could not be restrained.

"Okay, then we have an appointment."

"Okay, we have an appointment."

The younger sister smiled, unusually happy.

At the last moment when the candle was extinguished, she stood up gently, and placed a faint hickey on Agni's cheek.

"Good night."

"Well, go to sleep."

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The content of this chapter ends here.

It is still less than [-] words, just a few strokes of content, and it actually polishes those cruel and dilapidated worlds by two points.

What to say?

The content of this speech is mostly dialogues, and most of them are peaceful conversations, and there is even a spirit of not admitting defeat between people.Unwilling to accept death, he actively climbed forward, recalling the beautiful pictures of the past.

But for some reason, it is so full of positive descriptions.The feeling of depression is even more difficult to let go of than the review draft at the beginning.

Is this the so-called happy scene to set off the sadness?

You are also describing a beautiful scene, and the dilapidated picture on the contrary is more real.

The communication between the male protagonist and his sister, and the longing for beauty, not only did not make people feel the slightest warmth, but it made the already dilapidated world more clear.

It seems that such a dilapidated world really exists, and it weighs heavily on the hearts of all readers.

The tightness is almost overwhelming, okay?

The reason why this "Fist of Flame" is regarded as a masterpiece of a niche genre is that apart from the unconstrained plot, the truth revealed inadvertently is also the key to its unforgettable memory.

No matter for the readers in the previous life, or as a former reader, Li Xia who wants to reproduce the comics into words.

Just imagining the scenes of decay is an indescribable torment.

Depressed.

She is not the Virgin, and she is not so sad that she is crying for the characters in the play.

But for some reason, this "Flame Fist" seems to contain incomparable magic power, which inadvertently produces an indescribable feeling in people's hearts.

That emotion is called depression.

Fortunately, after experiencing the torment at the beginning, the eldest lady has gotten used to this kind of atmosphere.

It's gone before I raised my chopsticks and stopped writing.

Instead, he rubbed his eyebrows, drew a dividing line in the manuscript, and began to fabricate the following content.

The things behind are just some daily life and life in the small villa.

Not to mention the number of words, but after all, the real turning point is in the episode where I meet the army.Compared with the plot here, it is a bit plain water.

Well, the leader of the army is called Dema, who is the well-wisher who uses the fire ability mentioned earlier.

This is a real turning point.

When the audience gradually got used to this dilapidated world view and the slightly warm small village, the author Fujimoto tree tore up everything in the first few pages, leaving only the charred corpses and wreckage on the ground.

Almost terrifying to the point of heroism.

However, these are all things for later, and it is more or less a spoiler to mention them in the present.

The daily content here is nothing more than hunting and the like. In my spare time, brothers and sisters distribute candy, and then write about life in the village. Although it is barren and desperate, I also feel a little warmth.

It can be regarded as slightly relieving the depressive content by two points.

I don't know how long it took to write.Waiting until the brothers and sisters went hunting as usual, but when they returned to the villa, they saw the old man in a village being detained on the ground by a group of army-like young men.

Only then did the eldest lady feel that the update was almost done, she stretched her waist, and saved the document casually.

Drowsily looking at the clock in the wee hours of the morning, she only felt that her eyelids became heavy for a while.

I yawned, intending to lean against the corner of the table and squint for a while, and then wash up when I feel a little more refreshed, and lie down on the bed to fall asleep.

Unexpectedly, it didn't cooperate well with the body, so it gently touched the corner of the table like that, and fell asleep without holding back.

The shouts arose.Sleeping like that is called unconsciousness.

When he woke up again, it was still the old man who got up early. Seeing that his daughter's room was still brightly lit in broad daylight, he was a little worried and poked his head in.

"Daughter, what are you doing? Get up so early?"

The voice was quite soft, and in the end, he saw the sleeping figure leaning on the desk.

"You child."

Dad shook his head helplessly.

Due to the difference between men and women at such a big age, it is impossible to hug her to bed.

Father Xia tiptoedly covered the quilt on the side of the girl in front of the desk.