I just finished my conversation with the editor, and Youzhu realized tomorrow... At 12:05 noon on the 23rd, this book will be on the shelves.
He thought quietly in front of the computer keyboard, and his thoughts kept flashing through his mind. The outline, setting, plot, character, readers' feedback and the core of the story disappeared and reappeared in his mind like a glimpse of light.
Uneasy about the future achievements of this book, he slowly stood up from his chair, walked to the window, and quietly looked at the night view outside.
He suddenly got a little tired and took out a cigarette... No, he actually doesn't smoke, and many readers don't like smoking now, so he took out a pocky stick and chewed it slowly to make the bitter taste of cocoa alkali.
As the mouth spreads, caffeine begins to stimulate the nerves and stimulates the thoughts to fly like a wild sky.
This book has a big worldview, or the world of sewing monsters is destined to be like this. If it is a campus love novel, it can throw away all kinds of superpowers and enemies, build a system, and concentrate on writing most readers.
The results of cars, dog food, and Shura fields that you like should not be bad...at least not bad in the early stage.
But it's hard to say later.
Dog food is boring, and after eating it, it will be "why don't you leave the car yet?" However, the cars are directly connected to the dark room and they are gone as they drive.
The Shura Field will also raise the readers' expectations threshold. If you see the first one million words, you can still read the scene of girls fighting, scratching your skin, digging your eyes and pulling your hair, and you can still enjoy it. Then the last one million words are not pulled out
Hat Knife cut the male protagonist with a caesarean section, then held the heart that stopped beating, and said with a blackened and empty expression, "Ah, you really don't have her in your heart." Everyone would just say boringly, that's it?
When opening a new book, You Zhu's original intention was that this book should have the above-mentioned pleasure points that readers like, but they cannot only have these pleasure points.
The human world is Fira, why can't the protagonist do something? Half of the Central Plains is in decline, and I ran to the stable Jiangnan to open the harem. Is it okay?
It's not impossible. Even if all humans are destroyed, Cheng Jinyang will run to the lunar space station to reproduce and continue the human fire.
But why can't you do better?
Who stipulates that the latter can only be needed, not the former?
I want it all!
So Youzhu made up his mind to go in parallel this time, instead of writing one of the lines in the last volume like the Cang Qing Sword in the previous book, and concentrate on writing another emotional line—although both
The grades of the booking have indeed improved, but they were also scolded very badly. From QQ group to Longkong to Nga, they were chased and scolded, as if they had abandoned many girls at all times. They were hated and wanted to eat meat and sleep.
He sat down again in front of the computer with a thrilling heart, ready to start typing, and then he saw the editor send a message:
"By the way, you missed a quarter of your reading on the 16th and 17th. Is it because your writing collapsed?"
You Zhu:…………………………
The two-day update plot on the 16th and 17th is the day when Cheng Jinyang and Xing Yuanzhi, as newcomers in Tianluo, attended the first time with their two cousins. The fall of the metal hydrogen factory marked the beginning of Wuchang County Duke’s attack on the Jiankang court and after the transition to the south
The first imperial separatist war is coming, and the young couple is inevitably about to be involved. At this time, they have already smelled the faint vague breath before the bloody storm...
Readers don’t like to read these? Has they ordered a quarter of them?
Otherwise, let Cheng Jinyang open his harem, show off his dog food, and deal with the Shura field. Forget it! Anyway, politics and military are more difficult to write than emotional dramas, so it’s not better to write these readers after all their efforts.
I love to watch, what do you think?
I stay up late every day to write until one o'clock in the morning, and at 7 o'clock the next day, I have to get up and commute to the subway. Many physical examination indexes exceed the standard. I write some difficult things that no one likes to read. What's the point?
After thinking for a long time, Youzhu picked up another pocky stick again, chewed it like a hamster, then put all the original outline aside, and began to conceive another main outline, which was said to be a scum.
The man Cheng Jinyang opened a harem and married a daughter of five surnames. He also stood up as a princess. He covered the sky with his hands in a small court in the south, and ruled the beauty of the people, and then...
Um.
He suddenly hesitated again.
So what do readers think?
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Wujiang Town, in an old house.
"So why do you always think he is Liu Bang?" Xing Yuanzhi walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and tied her wet hair tightly with a towel.
"Premonition." Wang Wanrou replied.
"The premonition is unreliable." Xing Yuanzhi shook her head, "Wanrou, people can change."
"How many people were full of ambitions to change the world when they were young. After entering society, they struggled for many years and were smoothed out all their edges and corners, and finally realized the reality of being a mortal."
"Even if he has Liu Bang's ambition now, how can you be so sure that he will really go on this path without hesitation in the future? Just like the author changed the outline, sometimes just turn the pen slightly, the ending of the story
It will become another way.”
"So, you don't understand." Wang Wanrou sneered, "No father or mother, alone; the day is disturbed by heart disease, and the night is tormented by night. Over the years, the world has given him far more pain than joy, but he
Neither mentally collapse nor suicide, I just carried on this until today, but you told me that he would be willing to be ordinary in the future and become a mediocre person?"
"When a gentleman takes far away, he must have something to wait; when what he takes is big, he must have something tolerated. In ancient times, wise men all bear the talent that can be achieved, but those who cannot do it in the end may not be the time when they are at the same time.
What does it mean, do you understand?"
Xing Yuanzhi was silent for a while.
"You are a heroic historical view," she said lightly, "It is not the times that create heroes, but the heroes break the times."
"Since the arrival of the south, the human world has become like a pool of stagnant water, and it has become stenchy enough." Wang Wanrou said contemptuously, "The puddles are about to dry up, and the tads fight each other. Whether it is the royal family or the five surnames... no one dares to break the shackles,
I only know that I can tear each other in the cage and kill each other to make a living.”
"If it is just such a rotten world, then it will be destroyed. Although I am arrogant and wise, I am too lazy to be like Zhuge Kongming, who wants to hold the sky with only hands, and finally exhaust my energy and vomit blood and die. I still can't
To stop the Han Dynasty from falling... it would be better to wait for Sima Yi to appear and completely push this rotten old world into the pile of old papers of history."
"You hate this world, but you don't plan to do your best. You want my Jinyang to do your best?" Xing Yuanzhi asked, "What's the reason?"
"Because if I read it right, he is the Sima Yi I have been waiting for." Wang Wanrou smiled mysteriously, "Even if he is not, I will push him to that position. Are you the same?"
Xing Yuanzhi was silent again.
"The puddles are about to dry up, and the tads are fighting each other... This is apt description." She sighed slowly and said with a change of topic.
"This is not what I said." Wang Wanrou shook her head, "It was said by a girl from the Xie family."
"Who?"
"Xie Wuyi's daughter."
"You mean, Xie Lingjiang?" Xing Yuanzhi smacked her tongue, "Aren't she only 3 years old?"
"Just just premature wise." Wang Wanrou said lightly, "Are you and me the same?"
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In the north, the capital of the gods, Luoyang, and Longmen Grottoes.
Countless stone sculptures of gods and Buddhas are made of angrily eyes, and their surfaces are covered with flesh-like fungus blankets, granulation swaying, and tentacles dance.
A figure stood in the center with a long sword, turning a blind eye to the hell-like hideous scene around her. She lowered her head, as if she was sleeping, with her long hair falling from her hood, like a waterfall in the flowing hair.
"Xiao Qi!" Her companion walked in from outside and patted her shoulder excitedly, "Do you know what day it is?"
"A Si?" She raised her head in confusion and asked in confusion, "What day?"
"Today is Xiaoyan's birthday!" his companion smiled, "I made a cake, do you want to eat it?"
"I don't eat human flesh and blood..."
"It's not made of flesh and blood, but cream! Eggs, cream and flour!" said his companion angrily, "and a lot of sugar!"
She was silent for a moment: "But I am not Zhu Xiaoyan."
"Don't worry about this kind of philosophical problem, can't we celebrate it well?" 1603425674