July, midsummer, Pengcheng.

The sun was shining brightly at noon, scorching the earth like a furnace.

Even the wind blowing in from the window brought a burst of heat, causing waves of heat.

"Didi didi."

I moved the mouse and clicked on the QQ message sent by Time Editor.

He is the gentlest, most down-to-earth, and most caring editor I have ever encountered.

Every time he calls me, I will be very touched, "Brother, it will be on the shelves at 12 noon on Monday the 18th, please save the manuscript."

I felt a chill in my heart, knowing that I had missed out on Sanjiang and the promotion, and the promotion was over, so I wasn’t too depressed.

For a street kid like me, being able to write this book and reach this point is already a very lucky thing.

So after comforting myself for a while, I sat at the computer desk by the window, opened the music software, and clicked on my favorite song.

"Daoxiang".

“If/you complain too much about this world/if you fall, you won’t dare to move forward/why do people have to be so fragile and depraved…”

While listening to the familiar melody, I skillfully opened the author's backend and saw that the collection number showed 11130. I felt a little excited and uneasy in my heart.

At this moment, my thoughts were ups and downs, and I thought of many, many things.

The last time I wrote about fantasy on Qidian was three years ago, 19 years ago. I wrote it under another account. I collected more than a thousand pieces and put them on the shelves. In the end, I ordered them all for over 100, and ended them in a scribble.

The last time I wrote about fantasy was seven years ago. I wrote under this name in Chuangshi. I ordered double digits and insisted on writing until the end of 1.55 million words.

The last time I wrote it was also at the starting point, eight years ago under a different account number. I ordered it in double digits and insisted on writing it until it reached 1 million words.

Looking back on my experiences along the way, ten years of ups and downs, groping alone, so much sadness and helplessness, only I can understand.

Now, for the first time at Qidian, I am writing a book that has been collected by so many people before it was put on the shelves. How dare I not write it down well?

So I put my hands on the keyboard and started typing.

[Remarks on the launch: There will be times when the wind and waves break, so hang up your sails and sail across the sea!]

I nodded with satisfaction.

I feel that this title is really suitable for my experience of writing a book, which I have experienced many battles and failures.

So I was so inspired that I continued to tap.

[After ten years of writing a book, I am once again faced with putting it on the shelves. To be honest, this book is the most difficult and painful one Xiaohuo has ever written.

In this book, Xiaohuo overturned his previous writing habits.

Also abandon the cool and irritating writing, and follow the two principles of one purpose.

The purpose is to tell good stories.

The principle is to portray the personalities of characters and animals and maintain the smoothness of the plot.

This makes it very painful for Xiao Huo to write. How painful is it?...]

Just when I was coding heartily.

Suddenly, a long head came over and appeared in front of me.

My eyes widened in fright, and I almost jumped out of the chair, "Why did you run out?"

The red-crowned crane leaned its head over, looked at the computer screen, then turned to look at me, with a look of contempt in its eyes, and opened its mouth and said, "Are you so light because of your shamelessness?"

I was immediately furious and slapped the table, "What are you talking about? These are my true feelings, okay!"

The red-crowned crane smiled contemptuously, "Haha, you are so anxious."

I had long disliked this red-crowned crane and was about to fight it back.

The little rabbit, wearing sunglasses, swaggered in, jumped on the table, held my hand with the soles of his feet and said.

"No! You can't be miserable and vomit too much, otherwise readers will not have the patience to read on. Listen to me, be simple and rude! Just write, lend me 100,000 yuan to order today, and tomorrow I will sweep the internet literary emperor!!"

What?

Even Guaiguai...

My eyes widened even more.

Why did they all escape from the book?

I quickly turned around and looked.

really!

Meng Gungun, Xiao Qing, Xiao Bai, Ah Li, Little Squirrel and other big monsters all appeared in the living room.

They all looked over with smiles on their faces, and then started doing their own things.

The little squirrel jumped on the table with a stack of nuts in his arms, humped the little rabbit with his body, moved the keyboard in front of me, and motioned for me to continue writing.

I swallowed my saliva, took a few deep breaths, calmed down the shock in my heart, and continued writing my speech.

[Well, let’s put it this way, the current number of words in this book is 130,000, and the outline alone is 23,000 words, not including the outline of the subsequent plot.

It can be said that before writing each chapter, Xiaohuo will first write a detailed outline of about 500 words.

I will also conceive scenes in my mind first, and then describe them in words, trying to make the sense of immersion stronger.

There are also various interactive scenes of the animals, as well as battle scenes, Xiao Huo uses animation to describe them.

Try to write something interesting and exciting so that everyone can experience the immersive reading pleasure.

From the current point of view, Xiao Huo has done quite well. At least he has written down all the scenes in his mind.

Therefore, this book took a lot of time to conceive of the plot, and the writing process was also very painful and painful.

Of course, this book is also written very carefully, not to mention meaningless characters and plots.

For example, every time an animal appears, Xiaohuo will use one or two sentences to shape their character and leave an impression on everyone.

And that night on the top of Qingcheng Mountain, a phone call from Xu Xinyan’s brother contained two foreshadowings, and was also a turning point in the subsequent plot development of the siblings.

When that chapter came out, Xiao Huo guessed that some book friends would talk about it.

Xiao Huo did not refute it. Only after writing this plot, book friends will know the purpose of Xiao Huo's writing...]

As I write this, I look at Ahri on my right.

It was standing next to the mouse, with a curious look on its face, and cautiously reached out to touch the mouse, then quickly retracted it.

I saw curiosity and doubt shining in its eyes, and I saw it turn its head to look at Xiaobai.

I couldn't help but smile knowingly and looked at Xiaobai.

Xiaobai used his tail as a stool, sat next to me, put his elbows on the table, rested his chin on his palms, and looked at me with a smile.

When I looked at her, she was looking at me.

At that moment I suddenly understood the meaning of that sentence.

"The grass is bearing its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, and we stand silently, which is very beautiful."

When Xiaobai saw me looking at her, she immediately raised her fist and threatened me, "Hurry up and write! Otherwise I will put you in a small dark room and put a bunch of blades in it, hum!"

After speaking, she touched Ah Li's head.

Ahri nodded seriously.

So I smiled and continued writing.

[Actually, Xiao Huo has a little selfishness in this book.

In addition to wanting to make the plot more enjoyable and enjoyable.

I also want to write some sentimental plots and portray some clear and clear characters and animals.

Let me tell you secretly that Xiao Huo has another wish.

I just hope that when everyone reads this book, when they close their eyes, three-dimensional animals and characters with distinctive personalities will appear in their minds, and a happy smile will appear on the corners of their mouths.

In this way, Xiaohuo's purpose of writing this book will be achieved.

Of course, this goal is difficult, but I am willing to try, work hard, and write with 120% sincerity and heart.

And in this process, there will be twists and turns, and it won't be smooth sailing.

So in the future, everyone may come to scold Xiaohuo, author, you bastard, return my tears...]

At this time, a pile of nuts held by the little squirrel scattered on the keyboard with a "snap".

It started picking them up one by one.

Suddenly, its movements stopped and it stared at the word "effort" on the computer screen, looking left and right for a long time.

Then it clenched its little fists, turned to me and said, "As long as you work hard, there is nothing you can't mess up."

Hearing this taunt, I almost smashed the keyboard.

I didn't expect that classmate Xiaoluo would turn out to be such a poisonous squirrel.
To be continued...