Because he went to bed early the night before, Zhang Zhong got up early the next morning. After breakfast, he went straight to the study.
The first draft of "Ender's Game" has come out, and he now has to spend time revising it.
The weather is nice today. Through the glass, the sun shines in, and you can feel a touch of warmth.
He stretched his head and looked around. There were several children in the community, one of them was fighting with a "weapon", some had a gun, and some had a sword. The gun was the kind of toy gun that was held in the hand and made a loud sound when the switch was pressed.
The sword seems to be a plastic sword.
They were several meters apart and gesturing to each other.
The person holding the gun seemed to think that the gun in his hand really had bullets in it, and the person holding the sword seemed to think that his sword was filled with sword energy. Both sides thought that they could defeat the enemy from a long distance.
Zhang Zhong opened the window, and a burst of air-conditioning came in. Along with the air-conditioning came the shouts of children.
"Take my sword and you will be struck by my sword energy."
"No, I dodged and only cut my clothes, biubiubiu!"
After twisting his waist and moving his butt, the child holding the sword said proudly: "Haha, I also dodged. Your gun is almost out of bullets."
"Nonsense, watch me change the magazine."
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Zhang Zhong found it funny. Nowadays, children of this age mostly hide at home and play video games, but it is rare for them to run out to "fight" like this in the early morning.
This also brought back his memories. This kind of game was played most when they were children.
At that time, there were all kinds of gun fights, knife fights, and horseback riding fights.
Everyone had no money to buy a gun, so they used a chopstick and two piles of paper to make a mock-up gun, and the two parties surrounded the house.
Although there are no real guns and live ammunition, it is easy to determine the winner.
If it was a sneak attack from behind and no one else saw it, it would be easy to tell.
If two people meet on a narrow road and see each other at the same time, it will be a race to see who can shout first.
Whoever shouts faster will shoot faster. There is no such thing as "missing".
With this thought, Zhang Zhong put down "Ender's Game" and suddenly thought of a novel.
"Soul-Destroying Gun"
Listening to the name, most people may think it is a martial arts novel. However, in fact, this book has little to do with martial arts.
This is a short story by Lao She, which tells the story of a spear master named Shashalong in the late Qing Dynasty.
Sha Shalong once ran a escort agency, but later it was converted into an inn.
He is known as the Sand Dragon, a magic weapon, but he has not used a gun in front of others for a long time, so he only picks up the gun alone at night.
There are many legends about him in the world, most of which were praised by his "disciples".
Sha Shalong has no apprentices, and those who think they are his apprentices and praise him are just trying to use his fame to get around.
One day, one of his "apprentices" was vandalized. In order to recover the vandalism, the "apprentice" took the offender to find Shalong.
The people who cause trouble have two purposes, either to fight with Sha Long, or to worship Sha Long as their teacher and learn the "Five Tiger Soul-Severing Gun".
But Sha Shalong refused, saying that he would neither accept the challenge nor teach him his marksmanship, and even invited him to dinner.
From then on, people in the world thought that Shashalong had given up, so they turned to criticize the person who caused the trouble.
Gradually, there are less and less rumors about the sand dragon.
Sha Shalong didn't care, he just continued to live an ordinary life. Only at night would he pick up a gun and play tricks by himself, then touch the gun and say: Don't pass, don't pass.
The story is such a simple story, it sounds like it has no beginning and no end, and there is no explanation.
But Zhang Zhong liked this novel very much.
Since you like...
Zhang Zhong clicked out "Ender's Game", opened a new folder, and wrote "Soul-Breaking Gun". Anyway, the article was not long, so he finished it in a while.
He started writing, and it didn't take long to finish the story.
But after writing it, he was not satisfied because the language style of "Soul-Breaking Gun" was very interesting and very Beijing-style.
In fact, Lao She's works are very vivid and interesting in language, full of Beijing flavor, and very authentic.
The language style of "The Soul-Breaking Spear" written by Zhang Chong is also very easy to escape, but it is still a little bit meaningless.
Since he was not satisfied, Zhang Zhong decided to revise it. Based on what he had just written, he read and considered it word by word.
But after thinking about it for a long time, he found that there was no way he could write such an authentic Beijing-style article like Lao She.
A short story made Zhang Zhong suddenly fall into a dead end.
After scratching his head and thinking for a while, Zhang Zhong decided not to imitate Lao She deliberately, but to try to write in his own way.
He went back and revised it again, correcting all the things that he felt were awkward. Now when he read it again, he felt much better.
In fact, it is indeed his own problem. The language of the novel "Soul-Breaking Gun" is indeed interesting, but its core is not in those words with a Beijing flavor.
The core of the novel lies in the plot.
In addition, the core of language lies in authenticity, and whether it is Beijing-style or not does not seem to be that important.
After thinking about it, he was about to make a second revision of the novel, but the door of the study room was knocked open by his father.
"Son, let's go to the mall and have a look? They will be closed in the afternoon."
Zhang Zhong frowned. He still had things to do, but looking at his father's hopeful look, he still nodded, "Well, I'll be down in a moment."
"Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs."
After his father left, Zhang Zhong looked at the revised manuscript, sighed slightly, then got up and went downstairs.
My father is waiting downstairs and my mother is cooking in the kitchen.
"Isn't Mom going?"
Hu Huifang heard the sound and shouted in the kitchen, "I won't go. Just go and see it with your dad. I'll cook a meal at home and wait for you to come back."
"Well, let's go there."
I followed my father to the sales department of the shopping mall. There were two young people inside. When I saw Zhang Xingjun passing by, they were very enthusiastic.
"Uncle Zhang, you are here, we have been waiting for you." One of the young people said.
Zhang Xingjun smiled and said, "Well, I'll bring my son over to have a look."
"Okay, okay, uncle, brother, please sit down for a while. I'll make you a cup of tea. Brother, do you want to smoke?" The young man said and took out a cigarette.
Zhang Zhong waved his hand, "I don't smoke, so I won't drink tea. Let's go see the shops."
"Okay, then I'll take you there. Xiao Li, you can watch at home. I'll take my uncle and eldest brother there and I'll be back in a while."
The store was right next to the sales department. He took Zhang Zhong and the others around twice and saw some small stores.
"Brother, these are the only shops left in our mall now. Don't look at how few merchants have settled in there now. When the cinema upstairs and the big supermarket below open next year, the popularity will rise in no time. Now the mall is doing
For activities, a shop only costs 100,000 yuan. Let me tell you the bottom line. We have already held an internal meeting. At the beginning of next year, the shop will be increased to 120,000 yuan. If you order now, you will directly earn 20,000 yuan.