"Then let me tell you what a science fiction story is." Shen Lin turned his head and thought of the Wandering Earth he had seen before traveling through time.
At that moment, Shen Lin, under the influence of alcohol, began to tell Lu Xiaorong the story of wandering the earth in his memory.
At first, Lu Xiaorong didn't think Shen Lin could tell her any good science fiction stories, but when she heard the beginning of what Shen Lin said, she was stunned.
The sun is about to be destroyed, and humans are building boosters on the earth. What is going on...
This beginning attracted Lu Xiaorong from the beginning, and when Shen Lin unfolded the plot according to his memory of the movie, Lu Xiaorong could not help but hold his chin in his hands and stare closely. Shen Lin's mouth.
Halfway through the lecture, Shen Lin started to get drunk. Before he said he would talk again tomorrow, Lu Xiaorong quickly poured him a glass of water and said, "Hurry up and finish the lecture."
Under Lu Xiaorong's insistence, the helpless Shen Lin could only drink water while speeding up to finish telling the story he knew.
Lu Xiaorong looked at Shen Lin who was about to leave, and asked with a hint of persistence: "Where did you read this...this story?"
"Everything I saw somewhere is just my imagination." Although Shen Lin drank, his head was still very clear.
Lu Xiaorong said in disbelief: "Did you really come up with this?"
"If you don't believe it, go check it out and see if the story I told is in that book." Shen Lin waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'm going to rest. You should go to bed early."
Seeing Shen Lin swaying towards the bedroom, Lu Xiaorong sighed helplessly.
Back in her bedroom, Lu Xiaorong was ready to take a rest, but her mind was filled with stories of wandering on the earth.
Although Shen Lin spoke very casually, for example, he couldn't remember the name of the main character Mao, so he directly replaced it with a handsome boy...
But he told the context of the story very clearly. This story was like a window that suddenly opened up a different world for Lu Xiaorong.
After lying on the bed and tossing and turning for a while, Lu Xiaorong got up from the bed, turned on the desk lamp in the bedroom, and started writing on a piece of paper.
It would be a pity if such a good story, especially the story Shen Lin thought of, was not shared with others.
After writing the words Wandering Earth, Lu Xiaorong immediately threw away the code name Xiaoshuai. He started writing quickly with a surge of literary thoughts. In just a quarter of an hour, Lu Xiaorong wrote three pages. .
I don’t know how long I had been writing, but Lu Xiaorong felt his wrist was sore and put down the pen in his hand. He flipped through ten pages, but the story was only half of the novel, and he felt a sense of accomplishment. .
Opening the door, Lu Xiaorong gently came to Shen Lin's room. Under the dim moonlight, he saw Shen Lin lying on the bed and sleeping soundly...
Lu Xiaorong, whose expression changed rapidly, closed the door gently, and then she lay on the bed. After reading the story carefully through the light of the desk lamp, she only had one thought in her mind, that is, this story might be better. Can it be published?
Lu Xiaorong, who had no idea when she fell asleep, was awakened by the movement in the kitchen. She picked up her watch on the bedside and looked at it. She saw that the hour hand on it was already pointing to seven o'clock.
How come I slept so late? In the past, I would get up on time no matter how late I was busy, but these days, why do I always feel like I can't wake up? Lu Xiaorong got up in a hurry and saw that Shen Lin had already He walked out with a pot of rice.
"Xiao Rong, hurry up and wash your face. Let's have something to eat." Shen Lin said while putting the bowl on the table.
Lu Xiaorong nodded and said, "I was supposed to be cooking, but I fell asleep late all of a sudden."
Shen Lin smiled and said: "It's different who cooks. I do it when I get up early, and you do it when you get up early."
Breakfast was very simple. Apart from steamed buns and rice, Shen Lin also cut a plate of pickles. However, Lu Xiaorong's thoughts were not all about eating. After taking a few bites of rice, she couldn't help but ask Shen Lin. Said: "The story you told me last night, was it really what you thought?"
Story, I yesterday...
Shen Lin, who was a little dazed in his sleep, suddenly realized after hearing Lu Xiaorong's words that he seemed to be telling Lu Xiaorong about The Wandering Earth.
I didn’t drink too much, so why did I let myself go a little bit when I got drunk?
"I came up with it myself, that is, just my usual random thoughts." Shen Lin held on. At this time, he had no way out.
"I think the story is pretty good. I've sorted it out for you. Can you see how I've sorted it out?"
While talking, Lu Xiaorong put down the bowl and took out the manuscript he had written.
Shen Lin read it quickly and found that the story unfolded as he said, with a lot of additions to the details.
Although I can't say that the writing is outstanding, it is very comfortable to watch!
"That's pretty good. I didn't expect you, Xiao Rong, to have the potential to become a writer." Shen Lin put down the information and said with a smile.
Lu Xiaorong said seriously: "I just recorded it, and the writer should be you."
"No, no, no, I just thought of a story, but I couldn't write it." Shen Lin said modestly.
"Your story is more important." Lu Xiaorong said seriously: "Without your story, I can't write anything, but without me, no matter who it is, they can write your story."
Seeing Lu Xiaorong's serious look, Shen Lin patted his head and thought to himself, why am I arguing with him at this time?
"In this case, it's better to consider it as our joint creation."
Shen Lin thought of the situation in later generations and casually gave a qualitative assessment of this situation.
Lu Xiaorong looked at the manuscript paper Shen Lin put down, raised his head slightly and said, "Even if it is a joint venture, you are still the first author."
"I don't want to take advantage of this."
After breakfast, Lu Xiaorong went to work, while Shen Lin continued to start his own business of collecting junk. But from today on, his tools have changed from Aunt Chen's flatbed truck to a self-modified fuel tricycle.
"Dududu..."
As the old engine was started, there was a burst of sound, and Shen Lin was moving forward at lightning speed in the hot air.
Throughout the residential area, many people secretly looked at Shen Lin's black smoke-filled tricycle, and most of them looked envious.
After all, in that era, a motorcycle carried almost everyone's dream.
"Shen Lin, your tricycle is pretty good. Where did you buy it?" An old man who knew Shen Lin took the initiative to say hello to Shen Lin.
Shen Lin slowed down and said with a smile: "Uncle Feng, I modified this myself."
"That's right. Oops, I also want to modify this thing so that it doesn't need pedals when driving."
Looking at Uncle Feng's rickety body, Shen Lin smiled and said, "Uncle, I'm just playing around."
After saying four or five hellos, he arrived at the entrance of the factory. Shen Lin saw a middle-aged man wearing a pair of solid short-sleeved shirts and a girl who looked about 18 or 19 with a round face walking towards him.
The girl is jumping up and down, full of youthful vitality.
"Brother Shen Lin, your tricycle is interesting. It's a motorcycle. It shouldn't go fast. It's not a motorcycle. It doesn't need to pedal when it starts." The girl looked at Shen Lin's motorcycle carefully, with envy on her face.
Shen Lin looked through his memories and remembered the girl's identity. She was Luo Xiaoyue, the daughter of the deputy chief engineer of his expelled machinery factory. She was the only one in the factory who was admitted to college this year.
"Luo Gong, Xiaoyue, what are you doing?" Shen Lin had a good impression of Luo Xiaoyue, so he greeted with a smile.
Luo Gong smiled and said, "Isn't Xiaoyue going to start school soon? I'm going to buy her some supplies for starting school."
"Dad, why are you buying those things? It's not like I can't buy them when I get to school. If I buy them now, it's just a waste of time while I'm catching the train."
Luo Xiaoyue pouted, looking angry.
Looking at the situation between father and daughter, a thought suddenly came to Shen Lin's mind. The university was about to start. Should he take advantage of this opportunity to make more money?
After saying goodbye to Luo Xiaoyue, Shen Lin silently thought about his opportunities. Unknowingly, Shen Lin came to an office building in a factory area.
With his past experience, Shen Lin parked his tricycle and walked towards the office building with familiarity.
But when he knocked on the office door and asked if there were any old newspapers for sale, he got no response.
One office is like this, two offices are like this...
When Shen Lin opened the seventh office, the people inside told Shen Lin impatiently that the waste products in their office had been collected yesterday.
The people in the office were a little impatient and told Shen Lin that he didn't want to come here anymore because their waste products had already been contracted out to others and they would collect them when the time came.
Silently walking down the office building, Shen Lin walked towards the second goal he had determined.
But just as he arrived downstairs at his second target, he was stopped by the doorman. After giving him a cigarette, the doorman told him that the used newspapers in their office building had also been packed. .
All those who collect scrap like Shen Lin can't go in now.
