Chapter 528: Writing in the Republic of China (7)

Liu Qingru left, leaving a pack of silver dollars. When he walked away, Ji father couldn't pretend immediately, yelling Ji Changze into the house and asking him about writing novels.
Ji Changze is still the same. When asked, he said that he had enjoyed reading novels before (Jifu recalled the colored novels he had collected from his eldest son). He did n’t write because he did n’t write and he was still free and happy (Jifu remembered The elder son used to cheer on the old days) Now it is natural to find that he has to take the responsibility of supporting the family (Jifu remembered that he tried to make his son work hard by various supervisions).
No matter how hard it was at that time, what should Nagasawa do or not, he didn't take the old father's words into his heart at all, and sometimes he had a temper tantrum with him, which made Jifu feel that the child was useless.
As a result, he co-authored that he did not teach the right direction.
He still felt that he could teach students very well, even his son didn't teach well.
Ji father was embarrassed in his heart, but he could n’t say,
Ha ha ha, that ’s the way it is. Was n’t it wrong that I used to teach you
, so he picked up his face and smiled lightly at Ji Changze:
I It has long been known that you are a gifted person, Nagasawa. "
"Before you liked to play, I did n’t say anything about you. Now that you ’re serious, you ’ll be fine in the future. The money you earn is placed with you, but you ca n’t go out and play with those fox friends like you used to. Sister, these days, Sister Huan takes care of me and your mother without complaining, you should read her well. "
Ji Changze nodded and said: "Dad rest assured that after something happened in our family, none of my friends would come and go with me. When I saw me, I didn't hide from me or laughed at me. Where would I go to find them to play with."
Originally it was just that everyone had fun together, and there was no real feelings, plus the original owner's temper was not very good, and he was not very atmospheric. In the past, most of the "friends" were mostly disagreeable, and now the Ji family is out. This matter, it would be good if they didn't fall into the well, how could they still be giggling at Ji Changze as before.
Ji Changze had a clear heart, and was not surprised, but his words immediately fell in the ears of Ji-Fu's ears. He changed his mind and made a pitiful look at his elder son who was laughed at and ridiculed by old friends.
Although he used to dislike Nagasawa, but in fact, young people, which one is not a friend or a friend, he has been scolded a few times, but at that time Nagasawa said that his homework was not good, the article was not good, but the appearance was Hu Penghao is friendly and not beautiful.
Now that the family is in trouble, although he is sensible and gives Ji Ji a lot of comfort, but which child does not want to stay naive forever, does not want to be free to think about what to do under the protection of his parents forever.
After all, it was his father who didn't protect the child.
After a wave of distress, the father's love made him feel better.
The next day, he was already able to walk around.
And Ji Changze's novels have also begun a long serial period, still maintaining one chapter three refreshing points, three chapters one refreshing point of happiness, mixed with many things that people do not know now, and the protagonist's judgment on the situation, Slowly getting more and more popular.
Ji Changze wrote for a while, he just wrote the novel directly to the end, and gave the remaining manuscript to Liu Qingru, who knew that he was completely blank after writing, and began to write his second novel.
The position of the first vest is to make money. Now that the money is made, Jifu is also preparing for a comeback, and the second vest does not need to go to earn money.
This time he did not engage in such great and refreshing essays as Xiu Xian, but engaged in a supernatural essay. A soldier who died on the front line reported himself. Before writing, he took the path of Liu Qingru and got a lot of front line information. Certainly there is no such kind of confidentiality, but there are still some eating and drinking in the past.
Ji Changze was very good at editing. It was almost the level where people gave him a foundation that he could directly build a huge building. The information was almost even more powerful, and after a few days of retreat, he came out and handed Liu Qingru a stack of manuscripts.
The number of shocks for Liu Qingru has increased greatly recently. Every time it was because of this little teacher. As the editor-in-chief, he really couldn't figure out why someone could write the manuscript so fast, not to mention that the quality was high. After writing in a short time, the second one came out.
Seeing the younger brother instructed him to read the manuscript, Liu Qingru didn't have much time to think deeply about the question "Is my younger brother octopus?", And looked down carefully.
It is still sinking into it, and it is still fascinating to watch, but unlike watching "Memoirs of Xiu Xian", Liu Qingru's eyes are red when he lifts his face again.
He looked at the teacher in front of him in a complicated way, only to feel that the feeling of worship was no longer enough to express his mood, but Ji Changze still seemed to have nothing happened, and took out a page of his spare vest to let Liu Qingru choose this time for himself. What vest should I use.
Liu Qingru chose one of the vests with a complex expression: "Just Mr. Dongliu."
Ji Changze nodded and said to Liu Qingru with a smile: "This manuscript is still in trouble for Senior Brother, just use Mr. Dongliu's name."
Liu Qingru responded. When he left, he went to see the teacher specially, and sighed at the face of his grandfather who was trying to push up. "Teacher, how did you teach Nagasawa? The articles he wrote are not gorgeous in words. , But it really makes people immersed in it, and it ’s easy to empathize, even I ca n’t resist it. This is not just a gift.

A faceless, dad: "?????"
What kind of stuff comes up is a boast.
Although my heart is full of "what do you say?", But because he is an elder, it's not good to lose face in front of the junior. Jifu still coughed and stood up quietly from the ground: "You are brother's Do n’t always praise him. This child is still young.
The main reason is that he is always embarrassed that he can't catch up.
Liu Qingru didn't get what Jifu was thinking in his heart, and suddenly realized: "The teacher said that Nagasawa is still young, and I will not boast in his face in the future."
Such achievements can be achieved at a young age, worthy of being taught by the teacher.
His expression of "Ah, my view of the teacher and the younger brother has been refreshed a bit today" left, and when the student left, the father, who was curious, couldn't bear to scratch his heart and went out to ask Ji Changze, just what he and his brother said.
Hearing that it was given to the new manuscript Liu Qingru, even if Ji Ji could n’t be more curious, he could only endure the next day, and let Ji Changze go out and buy a copy of the
Joan Daily
for himself.
"Rou'an Daily" compares chicken thieves. They want to make money from newspapers and from selling books. So after Ji Changze gave the full text, he thought of such a way. Books are still sold and prices are set relatively high. , But that is what Mr. Shen Ze wrote, which is naturally worth it.
If you do n’t want to buy a book and want to read a novel, you buy a newspaper.
Our newspaper is very cheap! As long as it is not the kind of people who can't afford food, they can afford it.
Of course, although it ’s cheap, you ca n’t make people who buy a book enjoy the same treatment as you buy a newspaper to read
free
novels, so the content of the
Memoirs of Xiu Xian
in the newspaper will be reduced by half in the future. Half of them will release new novels.
Many people understand that newspapers are doing so well. After all, if the newspapers still publish a story every day as before, the people who bought the books will feel less at the expense of the privileges. After all, before the book comes out, everyone It's such a chase series. If it is changed to only half of the previous period, it will be different.
Of course, anyone who understands can afford books and intends to buy them.
People who buy books are almost equivalent to upgrading from VIP users to VIP.
And those who have no money or are reluctant to spend money to buy books are unhappy. Good stories are not enough to read, and now they have to be cut in half. Whoever is happy, but the people ’s newspapers did not say that they are forcing you to buy. Yes, love to buy it or not.
What else? Buy while swearing.
I bought everything, so I could n’t waste it. After I finished the update, my eyes fell to the novel section next door.
Before reading, almost 80% of the people were quite dissatisfied and angry with this new novel that occupied their favorite novels. When they glanced at the author and found out that they did n’t know, what was Mr. Dongliu ’s dissatisfaction. Upgraded.
Was it just such an unknown new author who took Mr. Shen Ze's c position?
Pooh! It's not half as good as Mr. Shenze's writing. Why should we grab Mr. Shenze's position? Rubbish, poo poo!
"The Story of Daniel"? What a broken name, Daniel is too rustic. Just shout on the street and ten people will come out and promise.
Some people felt wronged for the occupied position of Mr. Shen Ze from the bottom of their hearts, while others scolded for a while. In the end, they still felt that they had spent money and could not be wasted. They continued to watch with a critical heart.
The same is the first person, but the person who wrote this article is not the protagonist.
[This is a story about a young man. Let me introduce myself first. I live in a small village near the west. When I was a child, I learned some skills with Master. Master is a very fortune teller. He is neither blind nor blind. Deaf, a lame man, I picked up an abandoned baby, and died after ten years of raising me. In my heart, he is also a master and a father, so after he left, I worked hard to study what he left behind, and consciously I learned a lot, but because Master told me that my character is not good, I ca n’t leave the courtyard he arranged, otherwise something bad will come to my door, so I lived for 48 years and never stepped out of the courtyard. 】
Seeing this, some people have started laughing at the bottom of their hearts, pretending to be a ghost, and watching Mr. Shen Ze's memoirs of Xiuxian live, will they come to rub the heat of these ghosts and gods?
As a result, I looked at it again, and the style changed: [Forty-eighth birthday, I woke up at night, but I saw a 'person' standing at the entrance of the courtyard, with his pale face, blood on his body, wearing military uniform, and under his feet. I was a little surprised when I was naked, but I was not afraid, because he looked at me with helplessness, plus he looked like a 14- to 5-year-old boy, my age was in ordinary people If there is a son, it should be his age, so when I looked at it, my heart softened. It seemed that he was very cold and was trembling all the time. I became more indifferent. When there was a spell left by Master, he stepped forward and asked him what he came to do with me. 】
[His eyes are black and big, reminds me of the little yellow dog in the neighbor's house next door. The dogs in the village are afraid that I will run away when I see me in the yard. Only the little yellow dog loves to come to me and be bored when I am I was relieved by the time, he not only looked like a little yellow dog, but even had the temperament of his body, weak, small, after a long time after I asked him, he opened hesitantly. , Begging me carefully: Excuse me, can you help me write to my family? 】
[He shook and told me his situation. It turned out that he was a soldier, called Daniel, and died on the battlefield. According to him, he was stabbed to death by a knife. Before he died, he wanted to climb back. He died, and he was all covered with blood. He was not fourteen or five years old, but eighteen, but because he did n’t eat well and looked small, he wanted me to write to his family because My father and mother are getting old, and I am worried that my father and mother will not be able to bear it until I know of his death. This is why I wanted to write a letter in his name and send it to me. After writing the letter, I suddenly asked him why he had arrived at the battlefield this morning. I thought He was going to be pulled back by me, or if he could n’t eat enough at home, he did n’t expect him to lift his finger to the sky, and use that pair of very dark, very bright eyes like the little yellow dog. With me, a clear voice with a country voice, said:
This is the day of our China. If our country is not strong, Chinese people will always be bullied, farming, business, official, rich and poor, they will never look up, they will always be bullied, If you do n’t want to be bullied, you need a strong country. Someone has to fight, fight, and go to the battlefield. Someone has to go. Otherwise, the country will be gone, and the people will be gone.
I was stunned. For a long time, I couldn't tell whether I was stunned by the remarks, or because the person who said them was just an eighteen-year-old young man who looked to me as a child.
After he finished speaking, hey embarrassed smile, said: This is not what I said, it was said by an older brother in our town who read the book, he went to join the army after he finished, I listened, and thought he said it was reasonable , I went back home over and over again, and then I went, but I thought it was simpler. My father and mother had been bullied by those people before, even if they sue the official Guan, they would n’t even use it, even those people It ’s because we killed people in our country. I do n’t have to take responsibility. I do n’t want my father and mother, my brothers and sisters, and the people in the villages and towns of the village to be held down by them all their lives. This is our country. They are the boss. 】
Seeing this, many people's eyes were wet.
Yeah, this is our country. Why should other countries be the boss.
Why can't we raise our heads in our country.
An 18-year-old young man knows the truth.
At this time, many people who had previously rejected this new novel had already changed it, and when they went on to read it, it was not just a change, but a black one.
"When I first went, I was still alive. An older brother who lived together would sing folk songs. He taught us to sing. Sometimes I hid and secretly sang. I thought that maybe I would wait a few years, a dozen years, a few decades later. , My son and daughter, they are able to sing folk songs in the field generously, and I am even happier. "
"I look at the moon at night, it's so big and bright, exactly like what I saw when I was a kid, I was wondering if the moon would always be like this, and I could always see everything? Then could it be seen one day? Those people were driven out of China by us, thinking about it, I fell asleep happily. "
"The injury is really painful. I'm actually not small anymore. What's much smaller in our camp is that a 16-year-old soldier was injured and crying all the time. At night I heard him yelling at his mother, The next day it was found that the bodies were cold. He said that his father and mother were killed by the little devil. Maybe it was his mother who came to pick him up last night. It ’s also good. He always thinks of his father and mother. "
A small space, but people can't help tearing down.
Especially when I think of such a lively, optimistic, like to look forward to a better future, the 18-year-old boy who said these words in a brisk tone is dead, and the cold death on the battlefield makes people want to cry even more.
Even though Mr. Dongliu indicated from the beginning that it was purely fictitious, the description of this 18-year-old boy was too real.
There seems to be such a young man full of longing for the future, parents can't bear to learn that the bad news is a young man called Daniel, who went to the battlefield to protect this country, and finally died there alone.
After reading it, some people began to feel ashamed of their contempt for excluding Mr. Dongliu.
"Mr. Dongliu's writing is no worse than that of Mr. Shenze. Mr. Shenze's reading makes people happy, but Mr. Dongliu's is more touching."
"Daniel is too pitiful. I don't know where his hometown is. If possible, I want to support his parents so that he doesn't have to die if he has to worry about his family."
I also bought the whole book of "Memoirs of Cultivation of Immortals". After reading it early, he read it himself. After chasing the new book, he sighed: "If only the full layout is the story of Daniel, I would like to Look more, Mr. Dongliu said nothing else, the writing style is much better than Mr. Shenze. "
This remark immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of Shen Zefen.
"What do you mean? Mr. Shen Ze wrote so beautifully, how can a newcomer overwhelm him."
A passing person who just finished reading "The Story of Daniel" happened to hear this and interjected: "Can't you say that? Isn't Mr. Shen Ze also a rookie before he wrote" Memoirs of Xiu Xian "? , The same newcomer, Mr. Dongliu is even stronger. "
"Nonsense, Mr. Shen Ze clearly writes better."
"Don't you think Mr. Dongliu's writing is more immersive?"
"It is clearly written by Mr. Shen Ze that is more popular."
"Mr. Dongliu wrote the battlefield as detailed and immersive."
"Isn't Mr. Shenze anymore? Even Mr. Shenze knows about the northwestern part of the world. Mr. Dongliu stayed in a small yard all his life. Can he write?"
"It was Mr. Dongliu who wrote the article. It may not be him who stayed in the small courtyard. Didn't you see that Mr. said that it was fiction?"
"Mr. Shen Ze didn't write the fiction, but what he wrote was not true!"
There is such a topic on the street, and I can't stop it if I want to be in Guanke.
Shen Zefen and Dongliufen started to calm down with you. I said later that the fierceness became a quarrel.
They have to lose face and lose face, but even this is enough for them to make trouble.
Liu Qingru saw this scene when passing by and helped him.
These readers are really pitiful and lovely.
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