On New Year's Eve, late at night the day before New Year's Eve, Sun Quan, who was typing in his room, inadvertently looked up and saw snowflakes floating outside the window. It seemed to be snowing quite heavily.
He stared at it in trance for a while, then withdrew his gaze and continued typing.
Although the Chinese New Year is coming tomorrow, he has become accustomed to coding every day since when. If he is lazy and does not code any day, he will feel guilty in his heart. I wonder if this is a mean thing?
Does coding make him happy?
Sometimes!
Whenever I write a piece of text that satisfies me, the joy from the bottom of my heart is always so real. Sometimes when I write a happy plot, my face will be filled with a smile unconsciously, and occasionally I can even burst into laughter.
Come on, like a psycho.
Sometimes, when I am very devoted to writing a tear-jerking scene, I will shed tears while writing.
He had felt that kind of feeling many times in the years before he was reborn on the street.
Every time he publishes those chapters and sees a reader saying that he also sheds tears, he will feel a great sense of accomplishment.
However, after his rebirth, he had chapter outlines in hand, so when he was writing the article, the moments that moved him became less frequent.
He also knew the reason.
It's just that he used to write emotionally, but now... he mostly just writes rationally.
Emotional writing, the plot moves according to one's heart, and the words written are often filled with one's own feelings.
Rational writing is to lay out the plot in advance, such as how many words should have a small explosive point, how many words should have a big explosive point...
Even how many characters should appear in each chapter and scene, and what kind of props should appear in a plot...
All of this is laid out in advance to try to figure out the reader's psychology from a rational perspective, and then manipulate the reader's emotional ups and downs through specially designed plots.
These are the sense of rhythm that some authors often refer to.
This sense of rhythm is often an essential skill for a commercial writer. If you control it well, you can dominate the market.
The flagship figure among them is Broad Bean.
"The Sky" directly made Broad Bean a god, and he is known as one of the "Five Whites of the Central Plains" in the Internet literary world.
It's hard to say which is better or worse between emotional writing and rational writing, because both genres have their own classic works and representative figures.
However, an objective fact is...most authors who write perceptually are not as good as authors who write rationally.
There is no way, the first thing touched by perceptual writing is the author himself, and then the readers. More often, the author himself is moved, but the readers find it boring.
As for rational writing, the starting point is to think of various ways to set up various characters, plots, etc., to please readers. The sense of service is very strong. This kind of writing technique may not move the author at all, like a person who is incapable of emotion.
It's a killer, but the words you write have a high probability of impressing readers.
It should be said that Sun Quan used to belong to the perceptual writing camp, but now he is transforming into rational writing.
The efficiency of rational writing is very high. Just like tonight, Sun Quan's condition is actually average, but his writing is like running water, extremely smooth.
Because he does not need to enter the heart of the character in the plot, he only needs to judge the plot from an objective perspective and what kind of reaction the character should have.
Near midnight, he finished coding today's sixth chapter, saved the manuscript, turned off his phone, got up, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then came back to sleep.
This kind of life can be said to be quite boring.
But on the 12th, he received nearly 40,000 yuan in royalties, which was a good decoration for his boring life.
Maybe... writing novels is really a dead end, but at least for now, he has not reached the end of this dead end.
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The next day, February 17, New Year's Eve.
P County, where Sun's family lives, is covered in snow. The first thing Sun Quan did after getting up was to clear the snow in front of his house with his father.
Overnight, there was more than an inch of snow on the ground.
"What a damn weather! It won't snow in the morning, it won't snow in the evening, it's just the Chinese New Year today, it's true!"
Sun Quan's father, Sun Zhicai, complained about the weather while clearing away the snow.
Sun Quan was calm, with a faint smile on his lips.
Because this is the first snow he sees after being reborn, just like the first bowl of rice a person eats after returning to his hometown after leaving the courtyard. It doesn’t matter whether the rice is delicious or not, whether the food is spicy or not.
Spicy, everyone feels friendly and happy.
At around three o'clock in the afternoon, the Sun family's New Year's Eve dinner started.
Before the banquet started, he had already followed his father's procedures to complete the annual ancestor worship. When his father asked him to kowtow, he knelt down and kowtowed a few times; when his father asked him to set off firecrackers, he went outside to set off a string of firecrackers;
When he was asked to burn paper money, he went outside to find an open place and lit a few small piles of paper money that had been prepared.
Sun Quan and his father come to this process once a year, and they have long been familiar with it.
This year his family’s New Year’s Eve dinner was also as sumptuous as ever.
Beef and mutton are all available, as are chicken, duck and fish, and more than a dozen hard dishes are spread all over the table.
There is also a bottle of Jiannanchun and a bottle of red wine.
Jiannanchun belongs to Sun Quan's father, and the red wine belongs to Sun Quan and his mother.
In fact, Sun Quan can also drink some white wine, but he usually doesn't like to drink it. Today is New Year's Eve, so he doesn't want to drink it anymore. He just wants to drink a few glasses of red wine with his mother.
For the first glass of wine, the whole family toasts together.
As usual, Sun Zhicai, the head of the family, should say a few words at this time.
Sun Zhicai looked at the table full of hard dishes. He opened his mouth and suddenly looked a little emotional. He smiled self-deprecatingly and turned to look at his wife Xu Mei, "Xiaomei! I, Sun Zhicai, can't help you!"
"What are you talking about? This Chinese New Year..."
Xu Mei's eyes were already red, but she habitually interrupted her husband's words.
Sun Zhicai did not argue with her this time, but went on to say: "Xiaomei! I, Sun Zhicai, really can't forgive you for allowing you to be a poor guy like me for so many years, and it was only this year that I took advantage of our son and let you eat like this."
New Year’s Eve dinner! If it weren’t for Ah Quan…”
At this point, he turned to look at the smiling Sun Quan, and then he also smiled and said: "So no matter how poor you are, you have to send your son to school! If we hadn't gritted our teeth and decided to send Sun Quan to high school or college.
, our house burned down this year, not to mention such a New Year’s Eve dinner, our family didn’t even have it! Maybe now our family of three is crowded into a dilapidated ancestral hall in the village!"
After saying that, Sun Zhicai patted Sun Quan on the shoulder with a pleased expression: "Ah Quan! Do a good job! Dad is not as good as you. How this family will be in the future depends mainly on you! I don't care, but your mother has been with me for so many years, for this family.
, I have suffered a lot for you, so you must be more filial to her in the future!"
"I haven't even had a drink yet! I'm just talking drunken words!" Xu Mei quietly wiped her tears, obviously very moved, but she scolded Sun Zhicai as always.
Sun Quan is still very poor, with only a few thousand yuan in his card, because he gave all the royalties due on the 12th of this month to his mother, of which 20,000 yuan was used to pay off the debts of his two uncles, and the rest was considered
He gave my mother peace of mind.
Because he knows that if his mother doesn’t have any savings, she will be very anxious and insecure, and she won’t be able to sleep well at night.
Naturally, as a son, he knows my mother's character.
Therefore, even though he himself needed money to give himself a sense of security, when the royalties arrived a few days ago, he still gave them all to his mother.
Not only did they all give it, but they also collected 40,000 yuan to give it to me.
At this time, he held up the wine glass and said to his parents with a smile: "Dad, Mom! Don't worry! Isn't it that we raise children in rural areas to prevent old age? I will honor you well in the future! Come! I won't say anything else. Today is the New Year.
, let’s have a drink together!”
Sun Zhicai smiled with wrinkles all over his face.
Xu Mei quickly wiped away her tears and nodded vigorously, "Hey! Okay! Cheers!"