Ford Tianguan Extra 1: The author who was thrown into the street was betrayed by his misfortune, and was inspired by burning incense in front of the Tutu Temple.
Extra 1: The author who was thrown into the street was betrayed by his misfortune, and was inspired by burning incense in front of the Tutu Temple.
"Dear readers, the story will eventually come to an end. It may not be satisfactory, but this is reality."
Huang Tian clicked on his "Final Remarks" and looked through this chapter.
Trying to be miserable no longer works, so the only option is to resort to sensationalism.
But after seeing the comments, the reader added a string of numbers and learned the level: another book.
"Damn eunuch, if I read your book again, I will be a dog!"
"I knew it was going to end badly."
"Haha, this isn't the first time this guy has done this. He even changed his vest before, and I recognized him. I didn't dare to admit it."
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Huang Tian only thought to Ding Han, is this world so malicious to the author of Poujie?
If you don’t love novels, how can you write novels?
Frustrated, close comments.
I took a long breath and sighed to the protagonist in the book: Every book is my own child. Although I am a male mother, the love is the same. I have arranged the best ending for you.
The road ahead will be very difficult for me, and I can only rely on you.
Writing novels to generate electricity for his love, Huang Tian had already compromised. His relatives at home helped him find a job as a labor dispatcher from a government unit. The job was worth 2,000 yuan a month, and he could barely make ends meet.
It was just that after working during the day and writing a novel at night, he was still under too much pressure. As a last resort, he sped up the plot and clicked the end button.
Say goodbye to the past.
He felt a little depressed and hadn't officially left the house for nearly two months. While finishing the novel, Huang Tian planned to go out for a walk to relax.
I just happened to be browsing the same city through video software, and found a niche mountain climbing attraction. It doesn't require tickets. You can overlook the city, there are ancient villages at the foot of the mountain, and you can experience the style of Jiangnan in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
Huang Tian suddenly thought of it, tidied himself up a little, and set off.
The ancient village is very beautiful. There is a large camphor tree at the entrance of the village. It is said to be more than 300 years old and was planted during the Qing Dynasty.
There is a temple under the tree, which is the land of the village.
The guide said that although this temple is small, it has a history of hundreds of years. Many civil servants, lawyers and college students in the village said that they worshiped the Lord of the Land.
Huang Tian had no intention of worshiping him at first, but then he thought about it: The Lord of the Earth is also called the God of Fortune and Righteousness, and among other things, it is okay to bless him with peace.
So I went around to the village canteen, bought a handful of incense, and bowed respectfully: "Although I keep rushing to the street, I still love writing novels. I pray that the father-in-law of the land will bless me, and my literary thoughts will flow freely."
A whole handful of incense sticks, I don't know hundreds of them, were inserted into the stove, and the smoke filled them.
At this time, a car appeared and a man in a suit appeared with a briefcase. Huang Tian was a little surprised when he saw it.
But the two looked at each other without communicating. The man took out a basket of paper materials from the trunk.
Then he began to burn it in the furnace: "Grandpa Tu Tu, this is your favorite divorce case file. It is extremely bloody and exciting. I have been saving it for a year. I am here to show it to you today and comment on the right and wrong."
Huang Tian was surprised when he heard this. He looked at the A4 papers burned to ashes and couldn't help but said, "How do you know that Lord Tutu likes to see this?"
"I found it by accident." The man said, "I burned a file here once before, but I got very lucky afterwards."
"After all, some electronic files have to be printed and destroyed, and the shredder is very slow. It's better to burn them here. Every time they are burned, something good will happen to me."
"Ah! This?"
The lawyer smiled and said: "Although the land is a god, it is at a relatively low level in the civil service system of heaven and earth. It may be that they are just waiting for me to have these materials to test the judges."
Huang Tian was amused by him: "Then this earthly master is quite hardworking."
"That's right, there is no such thing as thirty-five years old in the underworld that cannot be discriminated against when taking public exams."
"You are not from this village." The lawyer has seen too many different kinds of people.
"Burn so much incense, how much do you wish for?"
"Don't ask for anything, just ask for peace and success."
"Have you encountered some obstacles? Otherwise, why would young people pray to God? Nowadays, they are all idealistic materialists. The good ones believe it, but the bad ones don't believe it."
Huang Tian hummed.
The lawyer became excited all of a sudden and took out a business card: If you need legal assistance, you can contact me. Don't let your mind wander. Life may seem like a huge setback at the moment, but looking back in the future, it will be like a boat that has passed a thousand mountains.
After burning the files, the lawyer was about to leave: "Would you like me to give you a ride?"
"No, I'll go to the mountain to have a look." Huang Tian thanked him for his kindness.
Secretly, he said: "He gave me an inspiration. Sure enough, it was right to go out today. When I get back, I will write a novel about a land that passes the exam, is promoted to a judge, and is promoted to a city god."
Then he thought again: "The novel I wrote can also be burned to Grandpa Tu to see if I can get some metaphysical advice, so that I can have better luck and write a hit, so I don't need to pay two thousand yuan.
You are groveling, and you are smiling at your maidservant face."
While Huang Tian was conceiving the Shinto system, he was checking information on his mobile phone. He didn't care about looking at the scenery. He was just filled with his fantasy spiritual world. Sometimes he had a smile on his face, and sometimes he was laughing. He was already very energetic and no longer decadent.
, but he was obsessed with it: "This inspiration is absolutely explosive."
Looking through the novel software, there are some novels about incense and gods competing for hegemony in ancient times, but there are no recent works with the same theme.
Although it is the trend to follow the trend, one book about fishing and cultivating immortals became popular, and hundreds of books immediately followed, and they all went fishing. The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish. So I changed my species a little, stopped fishing, and switched to hunting, Sou Shan
Hunted.
A strange revival became popular, and hundreds of strange folklore books immediately followed.
Subject matter that no one has touched upon may be novel, but it may be overturned. This was the case with Huang Tian's previous novels, which tried hard to be original, but ended up being overturned again and again, failing to cater to the market, and having weird themes.
For example, the previous book was about the protagonist cultivating immortality through cooking, but he was actually a blogger who watched short videos replicating ancient food.
The result was disastrous. I spent a lot of time describing ancient delicacies, but was criticized by readers as superficial. After deletion, it was no different from an ordinary article on cultivating immortals, and there was no sound at all.
Nowadays, I happen to encounter the army of postgraduate entrance examinations and the army of public examinations every day, plus all kinds of examinations in life, junior high school entrance examination, junior high school entrance examination, junior high school entrance examination, high school entrance examination, and high school entrance examination.
This made Huang Tian immediately come up with the outline of a novel with a corresponding theme. In addition, the lawyer just said that Tu Tu liked to read files, and he was even more inspired.
I don’t know if the incense I just burned had an effect.
After gradually reaching the top of the mountain, Huang Tiancai woke up and saw the city cluster in the distance with an unobstructed view, which made him feel heroic.
So I shouted loudly: "I want to write a novel!"
Only then did the depression feel relieved, and I came back to my senses, feeling lost again.
Looking around, I found a wild temple full of ancient charm.
"Huh? Why didn't you find a temple here when you just went up the mountain?"