一番搜索,裴子云没有在网上的消息中找到任何一条关于这些人消息,等了等,又在搜索引擎中输入了“东瀛大作家”关键字.
随即条目显示,就点开了一本,看了些时间,他停止了,喃喃:“幽玄凄艳的特色,深秋雨夜独自就酒的意境,令人战栗.”
“果然,新川幕府与我所知的时代不同,以此改变的世界,自然也没有我所记忆中知道的人和作品.”
“但并非没有一流,或超一流的作者和作品,想想也是,每个时代都有自己的人杰,怎么可能少了谁谁,就没有作品了.”
“想凭着记忆里的作品,独霸还是有困难,唯一可持的就是就是数位叠加,但是这又有风格差异的问题.”
许多人不清楚,熟悉文学的人是很清楚,一个人的文风其实是有习惯性和特色,越杰出的作者越是这样.
熟读的读者一眼就能看出这是谁的作品.
“最多就是把有限的相对接近的风格混淆起来.”
"Those with large differences in styles cannot be parallel."
"But I don't want to be a lifelong copywriter. I just want to earn some royalties and complement the articles and dominance of the whole country. I just add legendary color to me when it is disclosed. There is no need for several great authors to superimpose their works to compete for the first place in the literary world."
“可就算这样,我现在才12岁,不想惊世骇俗的话,就不能抄那些必须有明显深厚阅历在内的文章.”
“创意和文笔却可以,只能选那些得过奖的青年作者,还明显带有青春的痕迹,最好还是武道家的作品.”
"There is, the legend says that Ibuki Mitsuki debuted at the age of fifteen and won the newcomer award for "Samurai Under Sakura". Although it is not very strong, it is the most suitable. Moreover, he has a deep imitation of traces in the paddy fields. He has a bit of the unique samurai nothingness and sorrow of the samurai depicted in the paddy fields, which makes people feel moved, but his writing style and experience are relatively weak."
"The Milk Fields are famous in Japan for describing the short, medium and long series of samurai series, but there is no Milk Fields in this world. If you refer to it as a backfire, it will make people feel that Ibuki Hikari Trees into the Milk Fields are a natural sublimation that is childish to mature."
“这是武士系列的起篇,而且字数也不多,就是3500字.”
“至于投稿对象,在东瀛傻瓜才去投网稿.”
东瀛网络的稿费的单价是一个字是0.1或者0.2円,一千字才100円,一个短篇才450円,而在便利店打临工,每一小时的报酬也有900円.
这使得没有人会把有质量的稿子投给网络.
而传统文学的约稿,以张数来计算稿费,一般作者的话,一张稿纸400字差不多有5000円,刚才一篇,如果被取中,至少有4万円.
Of course, such high rewards are also very strict in the review of editors. First, second, and third reviews are the norm. However, for copying articles, even the lowest-level manuscripts are used to fight from the bloody battles of elites in history. I am afraid of anything else, but I am not afraid of review.
Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun did not hesitate anymore and started to crackle. Just copying the text, as long as he wrote it dictatedly, although he lost the Taoist magic and divine power, the speed of the mind and hand unity can be at least 250 words per minute. Only the crackling sounds were heard, and the continuous writing appeared on the computer screen.
It is said that the maximum input speed is 500 per minute, so there is no need.
Izumi Yamada, who had been busy for a while, said that her voice was anxious: "Noichi, are you okay? What are you doing?"
As he said that, Yamada Izumi, who came over, stared at her bright eyes and observed carefully.
Pei Ziyun, who had finished writing, clicked on the save and did not check that there were other words. He was full of confidence in himself. If he even typed the wrong words, would he feed the dog to practice?
The email was sent to Shiraishi Academy Press. Before Yamada Izumi could see something, Pei Ziyun stood up, grabbed the wooden knife, and shouted: "Mom, I want to go out to find a convenience store."
Before Yamada Izumi could react, she ran out. The convenience store was not far away. When she heard a sound when she entered, "Welcome."
Pei Ziyun headed straight to the photocopying area. In Pei Ziyun's opinion, the Japanese convenience store is actually a condensed version of Shanghai's multi-function shopping malls, including shopping, dining, daily services, payment of water, electricity, coal fees, and even insurance, taxes, express delivery, and home delivery.
Printing is very convenient.
But when he arrived at the photocopying area, Pei Ziyun was stunned. He saw a familiar person named Fukada Tonoha.
Fukada Yinye was smiling and kept bowing to the guests: "Hello, guest, welcome, what service do you want?"
She had a smile on her face and felt bitter in her heart. She had good grades, but her father lost his job temporarily and she came out to do odd jobs.
It was not hard to do odd jobs, but the sad atmosphere at home made her worried. Just as she was thinking, she saw someone who was overwhelmed by the big looks and said, "I want to print it."
"If it is black and white, ten yen per card." Although she was a primary school student, she bowed politely, but was stunned for a moment: "Are you Yamada classmate?"
"Sang Fukada, I want to print these. Can you print them for me?" Pei Ziyun asked with his eyes rolling and took out the U disk.
"Of course." Fukada Tonoha was still very patient, and it was not a problem. She skillfully inserted it, printed it, and noticed the Japan map.
"I am going to travel across the country. This is my travel planning map." Pei Ziyun said.
Suddenly, Fukada Yinye was surprised. He was unexpected. He said, "Ah, Yamada is so young, and he plans to travel across the country. It's amazing."
"He also helped me check the route to the second-hand bookstore. I'm going to go tomorrow."
"Okay, wait," she said, asking casually: "What book are you buying?"
"National Middle School Textbook."
Pei Ziyun said: "Although I am preparing for a national trip, I don't want to delay my homework, so I am going to complete the compulsory and some elective courses in advance."
"I'm going to buy these second-hand books at a price of 1/3."
The middle school includes eight subjects including Mandarin, Society, Mathematics, Science, Music, Art, Health and Sports, Technology and Family, etc. The elective courses are foreign languages.
"That's it!" Fukada Yinye was moved and said embarrassedly: "This way, I'm going to change shifts soon. If you are willing to wait a while, I can give you my textbook at one-fifth of the price."
"And, if you don't have it, I can give you some tutoring." As he said that, Fukada Yinha felt very ashamed. If her father had not been unemployed and had his financial difficulties recently, she would not have been like this.
"If it's OK within half an hour," Pei Ziyun said, and after paying the money, he took Mudao to the newspaper and magazine area to flip through a few pages of magazines. It's okay to browse magazines in the convenience store, and he waited until he felt embarrassed. For a long time, the station reading culture has become a unique landscape in Japanese convenience stores.
At this time, a man was passing by.
The moment he rubbed the man with his body, Pei Ziyun was suddenly stunned, and the other party probably had the same feeling. He squinted his eyes and looked around, and finally saw Pei Ziyun holding a wooden knife.
For some reason, this man in his thirties bowed his head and greeted Pei Ziyun for a few words, and introduced himself!
This man who called himself "Shi Du" had short hair and deep fatigue between his eyebrows, and said, "Oh, it turns out that you graduated from primary school. Have you confirmed that you are a junior high school?"
"Is Milan's private middle school? It's a very good school. Are you going to join any club?"
"Jiandao, it's very good, it can train people's will."
"Hey, I still want to travel all over the country and visit shrines everywhere. It's such an amazing ambition." Shi Duo talked endlessly, and without worrying about the feelings of the people around him, he talked about his own affairs again.
"I will be preparing to visit nearby shrines or temples tomorrow. It seems that we have the same interest." Shi Dusong took out a blue leaflet and gave Pei Ziyun one.
The leaflet looked like a shrine. Pei Ziyun didn't have time to look closely, and before he knew it, time passed.
"I'm sorry, I've been waiting for a long time." Fukada Yina came over and looked at the man with suspicion.
"Ah, I'm really sorry. I don't know why. I feel much more relaxed when I chatted with you." Shi Du smiled reluctantly and said with a lowered head, "Disturbation, I'll say goodbye now."
"What a strange man, Yamada classmate, don't talk to strangers, especially those who may be homeless people." Fukada Yinha was very alert. If Pei Ziyun was Luo Li, she would call the police even more.
"Even a homeless man is a ronin." Pei Ziyun said with his eyes wide open. In Japan, homeless man is a large group, with lazy people, unsupported people, unemployed people, and ronin.
The so-called ronin originally refers to the samurai who was separated from the samurai era and could only be called ronin only if he was a samurai, and farmers were unemployed naturally not.
Now, it refers to people who have received higher education and even earned tens of millions of yuan per year. They are expelled or self-exiled due to various kinds of things. The difference between them and ordinary homeless people is that they have talents.
"Hmph, don't be deceived." Fukada Yinye continued to keep his vigilance: "I feel much more relaxed when I chat with you with those strange words."
"What kind of man can get relaxed by chatting with primary school graduates?"
Pei Ziyun said: "It is possible..."
However, he didn't say this, because Fukada Tonoha's face became even more suspicious, and he suspected that he had been deceived.
He immediately stopped silently, followed her out, left the brightly lit convenience store, and headed towards the apartment where Fukada Yina lived.
Under the street light, Fukada Tonoha was still instilling the idea of ​​preventing strangers, and Pei Ziyun nodded repeatedly, finally satisfying her.
Pei Ziyun, who was liberated, looked back at Yexia.
"This man has a deep dark aura on his body. It's strange. When I arrived, I felt carefully that I didn't have any supernatural aura for several days."
Chapter completed!