Jiang Yang still remembers the story of "Roger's Mystery".
This is a very simple case that can be summarized in one sentence.
But the simpler it is, the harder it is to write. Jiang Yang has no idea, so he can only ask his master Zhang Zhen for help. Together, they use the little bits and pieces they know on the miniature model, such as Poirot coming to the countryside to plant zucchini, and then slowly dig out memories.
This is a process from scratch.
Jiang Yang needed some information, so he turned to Sister Chen for help. Her husband was an editor and should know a lot about these things.
Now the two of them are in the house, restoring it according to the pictures they found online.
Li Qingning was sitting under the grape trellis outside the yard. There were washed grapes and cut watermelons on the stone table next to him. The grapes were picked from the grape trellis from above. They were not so sweet, slightly sour, but full of juice.
, it tastes pretty good.
There is a tank next to it with fish in it.
It's a pity that it is an ornamental fish.
Still too young.
Li Qingning was very sorry and felt that he should have a fish meal at noon.
She liked the small yard. The dappled sunlight fell on her through the grape trellis, the fish in the tank surfaced from time to time, and the people she liked were busy.
There is nothing more pleasant than this.
In order not to delay practicing the instrument, she even brought the guitar over and even found a glimmer of inspiration. While she was playing the guitar, she heard Jiang Yang and Uncle Zhang arguing. Two people who had never seen the British countryside were arguing.
What does the British countryside look like?
Li Qingning was thinking, how about taking Jiang Yang for a walk in the British countryside?
Just when she thought of this, her friend in France sent a message saying that she was going to England to prepare for the Fashion Week in September.
Li Qingning's eyes lit up.
She sent a message back to her friend, asking her to take some time to go to the countryside to take some photos after arriving.
My friend was very surprised, but agreed anyway.
Li Qingning picked up the guitar again. After strumming the strings, she lightly tapped the panel above the sound hole with her right hand, and then the music of summer sunshine slowly flowed out from the strings. This was a guitar fingerpicking song she had just composed.
There is only a short melody for now.
Just call it sunshine under the vines.
Just as Li Qingning was improvising with a melody, Sister Chen led Liu Tao to knock on the door and come in.
"call!"
Sister Chen put down the book in her hand, "If I hadn't heard the guitar, I wouldn't have found it."
This small alley is too hidden, and I accidentally missed the entrance of the alley.
Liu Tao also said hello, "I'm here to deliver the book."
"Jiang Yang is in the house."
Li Qingning said hello to Liu Tao and took the tools brought by Sister Chen. She wanted to record the inspiration just now.
Liu Tao entered the room with joy and expectation, but then he was dumbfounded.
Jiang Yang didn't move a word. He was playing with miniature models with his uncle. Although he did a good job, he was not writing a new book.
Where is his Poirot!
Where's his Shepard!
When Liu Tao didn't say a word in Jiang Yang, his heart went cold.
He tried hard to stabilize his mind and was about to ask when he would start writing——
"Depend on!"
Jiang Yang accidentally broke a miniature model with his hand. He had no idea at first, but now he broke the toothpaste that he finally squeezed out, no, it should be said that it was like blood on his fingertips.
People immediately become irritable and can't help but blurt out swear words.
He felt like his brain was rusty and he couldn't think of anything. He wished he could give it a try.
Li Qingning was looking through the books and information handed over by Sister Chen outside, and heard his words, "Don't use bad words."
Jiang Yang also knew that he should calm down.
He put down what he was doing and went out.
Uncle Zhang shook his head, "Young man——"
He picked up Jiang Yang and failed.
After Jiang Yang went out, he said hello to Sister Chen, hugged Li Qingning from behind, and asked for comfort. He finally understood that it was really difficult when he couldn't remember anything. He felt like he was in a secret room, not only
There are walls all around, and I can't lift my spirits. I have no interest in anything. It's just like the sage time, but with a little more irritability.
He will never do this again.
I originally wanted to write a novel to make a bet for my wife and play with black stockings, but now my head is about to explode.
Jiang Yang's head rested on Li Qingning's shoulder.
Li Qingning ran her hands through his hair and massaged his scalp. She could understand this feeling. She felt the same way when she wrote "Half Sugar Ring". With her other hand, she looked at Sister Chen, who was spread out on her knees.
information brought.
This is a book about the economy of that time.
Sister Chen found a chair and sat next to it, ate a grape and said, "This place is quite nice."
The yard is kept clean, giving the feeling of being hidden away from the city.
Sister Chen asked how the script written by Jiang Yang was going.
Li Qingning: "After Yaya translated it, I pitched it to some directors, but——"
No news yet.
Yaya is Li Qingning's good friend in France. She was the one who told her to go to England in the chat software just now.
"Why?"
At this moment, Jiang Yang glanced at the previous page of the book.
It talked about the investments and scams of the British during that period, and mentioned a gold mine in Western Australia. Many British people invested in this project and lost everything. By coincidence, Jiang Yang remembered that Dr. Shepard was following
When neighbors who grew zucchini met, this was what they talked about. Sheppard failed to invest in the gold mines of Western Australia and therefore failed to travel.
Poirot failed to invest in an oil field, so he planted zucchini in the countryside. Poirot said at the time that it was fate that made them neighbors. Poirot also jokingly asked Dr. Shepherd if he had a special liking for blond hair.
bell.
Jiang Yang remembered that Dr. Shepard's garden was right next to Poirot's vegetable garden where he grew zucchini.
"ha!"
Jiang Yang happily kissed Li Qingning and ran back to the room.
"this--"
Sister Chen didn't understand, "What happened?"
Li Qingning shook his head.
Liu Tao, who was in the house, saw a shocking scene: Jiang Yang ran in, telling Uncle Zhang about the garden and the zucchini vegetable garden, while running to the computer, typing on the keyboard with his hands, almost typing a paragraph in one go.
Write the story down.
"call!"
After writing this paragraph, Jiang Yang stretched his fingers.
He threw himself into Uncle Zhang's busy work again.
They rearranged the location of the house and moved the location of a manor.
Liu Tao was stunned. This was the writing technique of a genius. He finally understood why Jiang Yang wrote so fast.
The laptop is not closed.
Liu Tao took a closer look, starting from "...I took the opportunity to slip to the garden. I always like to play with flowers and plants..." Just when "I" in the book was pulling out dandelions in the garden, a zucchini flew over,
It almost hit "me", it was thrown by a neighbor.
Then, Liu Tao saw Poirot appear.
Poirot has been growing zucchini for several months. Today he suddenly found the zucchini unpleasant and planned to throw it away. Then he threw it with such force that it went over the wall and almost hit "me", Dr. Shepherd.
Then, the two started chatting about Hastings settling in Argentina and their experiences of failed investments.
Poirot felt that Shepard looked very much like Blackie and gave him a big zucchini.
Absolutely amazing!
Liu Tao was convinced.
He now finally knows what genius is.
He shouldn't use mortal thinking to speculate on this genius' writing technique.
He felt that Jiang Yang must have thought about the encounter between the two in his mind for a long time, but he never found inspiration, so he didn't write it down.
Now I suddenly got inspiration, so I wrote it down in one go.
Although it is written very quickly, it is very well written. When Poirot and Shepard met, they chatted leisurely and naturally, almost in the same vein as "The Mysterious Case at Styles Manor", and it felt quite peaceful and peaceful to read.
And Liu Tao also fell in love with this genre of reasoning where the murder happened in a country villa.
It is different from an isolated environment and does not have that kind of tension; it is open in space, but the suspects are fixed. This writing method is very suitable for the intellectual competition between the author and the reader, allowing the reader to enjoy the fun of reasoning.
In the past, there have been mystery novels about country houses or similar scenes. However, there are very few that are as smooth and unique as Jiang Yang's writing, allowing people to fully enjoy the fun of reasoning.
Late in the evening
The pure music draws on "Afternoon Sunshine Under the Lemon Tree" DEPAPEPE, which is very nice pure music.