"Didn't I introduce you to Lao Wu from the History Department? Have you studied with him recently?"
"Here, the poor bones by the Wuding River are like people in a boudoir's dream. The story is well written, but the cruelty of the war is not fully revealed..."
…
Ding Wei listened honestly, her eyes following Lao Wang's pen on the paper without any distraction.
Lao Wang talked a lot, his mouth was dry and he took a drink of water, and then asked:
"Do you think my demands are too much?"
"No no."
Ding Wei quickly shook her head.
To be honest, it is actually very easy to clearly perceive whether the school teachers are cultivating me with good intentions or torturing me with malicious intentions.
As long as you don't have any bias, you can basically make a guess.
Lao Wang has been putting pressure on her from the beginning. Is it because he is bored and wants to make things difficult for the students?
If they are not studying the unpopular Chinese department, but the hot finance department, which student would not be happy to be favored by the professor?
Ding Wei said sincerely: "I know the professor is giving me guidance."
…
"Um."
Lao Wang was also happy that the little girl was so knowledgeable. Now he narrowed his eyes slightly and felt quite proud. He couldn't help but reveal his true feelings:
"As for you, I heard from you that you planned to treat writing as a lifelong career."
"I've read the story you wrote. It's very good and interesting."
Lao Wang’s compliment was sincere. If it wasn’t so interesting, why would the magazine keep giving high prices?
But as a teacher, he cannot let his students be satisfied with this.
…
"But times are developing, and so are your thoughts."
"If your writing style keeps like this, I'm afraid you will get tired of it one day."
Ding Wei opened her eyes wide, a little confused.
Lao Wang sighed.
"I've actually read all of your novels. I don't mean that your writing is not good or that your writing style is childish."
"Actually, considering your current age, the core of your story is very mature."
"But this maturity has not accumulated enough foundation."
"The framework of your story seems huge, but in fact it doesn't have enough flesh and bones to support it."
Lao Wang analyzed seriously:
"Ding Wei, you are twenty years old. It can be said that you are mature and leading the trend of the times by writing such an article."
"At thirty years old, you are still at the top of your industry. You may have even earned a lot of money, so you have no worries about the future."
"At forty, you may be famous throughout the country."
"What about fifty?"
Does life just stop here?
…
In fact, Lao Wang also loves and cherishes talents.
Times are advancing. It used to be that everyone chose different majors because of their hobbies.
But now, what everyone values is the prospect.
The Chinese Department is an adjustable major at the University of Minnesota. Every year, many students choose to adjust because they are afraid of not being admitted, and in the end they are not assigned to this unpopular major.
On this point, he has quite a lot in common with Lao Wu from the history department.
Nowadays, when I see a serious student engaged in literature, I can’t help but want to give him more advice.
…
Lao Wang’s words were serious and thoughtful.
"When you are fifty, you will either find other hobbies and stop writing. Or, your story will remain the same."
He sighed.
"I know you might say that as you grow older, you also make progress."
"But Ding Wei, I have to tell you, judging from your papers in the past six months, you still haven't made up for what you lack."
Looking at Ding Wei's slightly confused eyes, Lao Wang sighed again.
…
"Actually, this is also my personal opinion."
"I'm already old, so maybe I don't know enough about your hobbies today. What I'm talking about is the basic key points of traditional literature."
His expression suddenly looked a little sentimental.
"Old Wang, I have never written a story except serious articles in my life. Maybe some of my ideas are really backward and will make people laugh."
"As for you, just listen selectively. If you think it makes sense, let's analyze it and make progress in this direction."
"If you think you don't agree with it, you can go back and write a report. We still have to analyze it."
Ding Wei:……
What is the analysis? Everyone must agree.
She quickly shook her head.
"No, no, no, professor, what you said makes perfect sense. All my progress over the past six months has come from your guidance."
This is not to avoid giving a report, but to express my true inner thoughts.
She already understood what Lao Wang meant.
——The improvement he was talking about was not that he expected Ding Wei to win a Nobel Prize or something in the future. He was hoping that she would have a mature enough worldview and a rigorous enough framework.
Perhaps for online literature, these are dispensable and are ranked behind storytelling and rhythm.
But for a person who really writes articles, this is the most basic quality she needs to possess.
Ding Wei has enough experience, and the themes of the novels she has read can become the focus of her current thinking.
But she really didn't know much about history and literature in her previous life.
This aspect is really weak.
Now that I can achieve this, I can only say that my talent is here, and God will reward me with food.
Nowadays, there is nothing that cannot be admitted.
…
When she said this, Lao Wang was also very pleased.
Even if the teacher has good intentions, the students must agree with it before it is truly good.
Moreover, Ding Wei is a well-behaved child. She does not become complacent because of her achievements, but becomes more modest.
All assignments assigned were completed seriously.
Let me ask, which teacher doesn’t like such students?
He smiled and said, "You, just don't think I'm too long-winded and have too much homework."
Ding Wei:……
It was difficult to hold back the word "disgust".
Nothing else, I just want to cry out, there is really too much homework!
qaq
…
However, Lao Wang couldn't help but be attracted by her modest attitude, which made her talk more and more.
"When you have nothing to do, take courses related to your major. Non-majors can also accumulate more knowledge. It will not be harmful to your writing path, but will increase the professionalism of your articles."
"I think that a good book, in addition to making people feel good-looking, can really guide people to move in a better direction. This is the ultimate destiny, right?"
He sighed.
"Even if someone reads one of your books and feels something, and picks up the litter on the road, this is a good guide."
"This is also the fate of all literary works."
"They may record pain, record darkness, express hatred, and never forgive."
"But the bottom line is always there, and morality is always far greater than the stars."
"There are thousands of books, some of them tell about revenge, some only describe the small family, and some can even be said to show selfishness..."
"Ultimately, it should serve as a source for people to learn lessons and a compass for moving forward in the future."
"If one book doesn't work, then thousands of books will do."
"There is always something that touches people's hearts."
…
To be honest, this requirement is indeed a bit high for Ding Wei.
She has always positioned herself as a storyteller.
But as Lao Wang said, there are good and bad stories.
Some stories draw out the evil in people's hearts, while other stories can guide people's kindness.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Lao Wang laugh again and said, "I've talked too much, and the topic has gone off the rails."
She admires the students' thoughtful character very much.
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself because of these words."
"Actually, I think the stories you wrote are quite excellent. Although I, Lao Wang, haven't written any stories over the years, I still read a lot of other people's stories."
"Ding Wei, you have a bright future. Write well."
Ding Wei's heart moved.
Suddenly she had a bold idea.
…
"Old...cough cough cough, teacher."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt something was wrong and immediately coughed twice, forcing her mouth back out of control.
Lao Wang didn't pay attention, but asked kindly now: "Are you thirsty? There is a disposable cup under the water dispenser over there."
Ding Wei quickly shook her head: "No, I just have an idea."
Lao Wang pretended to listen carefully.
"Professor Wang, have you ever thought about writing a novel?"
Lao Wang:......
This kid is so cautious, he thinks he has some big idea.
"What can I write?"
Lao Wang laughed: "I really don't understand what you young people think."
"The writing is probably an old-fashioned story, not good-looking or good-looking."
"Besides, if it is really published, no one will buy the magazine, and I will lose all my dignity."
He was quite candid.
But this is also possible. People with high literary literacy may not really be able to tell a story well.
but……
Ding Wei thought of the idea that she had put aside because she had not accumulated enough.
…
"Professor Wang, have you ever thought of writing such a book?"
Ding Wei carefully described the story that had not yet been fully formed in her mind.
"In a certain world, literature is powerful."
"The pen falls in the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods. It is not just a sentence, but a celestial phenomenon that the great literary scholar can truly arouse."
"For example, a great god like Wang Xizhi can attract wind and thunder with just one stroke of his pen, and can avoid all ghosts and gods."
"And doctors like Hua Tuo and Sun Simiao, when they chant: I hope that people in the world are disease-free, why not put medicine on the shelf to create dust——"
"Then the physical condition of everyone within a certain radius will reach its peak."
"For literati and scholars, facing enemies and malicious intentions - the heaven and earth have righteousness and are endowed with manifolds."
"That's how they protect themselves."
"Even when facing powerful enemies, they don't just have one unique method."
"For example, Tao Yuanming's poems have a cage effect."
"At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is rich and the bean seedlings are sparse."
"This poem can draw people into a unique field. They keep planting and weeding every day, but in the end they still have no harvest and are hungry."
"In the morning, I will clean up the wasteland and filth, and I will return home with a moon load and a hoe."
"There is also a unique field. Bring the enemy close to the field, and then keep letting him pour excrement to cultivate the land. Keep pouring it every day, keep pouring it, until the spirit is worn away..."
…
When Ding Wei said this, she stopped in embarrassment.
However, Lao Wang was really entranced. He couldn't help but turned forward and asked, "What else?"
This story is good. It can not only guide people to learn poetry in disguise, but also has a certain storytelling quality. I think students will be very impressed after reading it.
"Good story, good story, this idea is so unique."
He looked at Ding Wei with bright eyes, but Ding Wei could only say apologetically:
"The back is gone."
Faced with Lao Wang's glaring look, Ding Wei could only explain:
"Professor Wang, my accumulation of ancient poetry is not deep enough. I usually have to look up information wherever I want to go."
"If this story were really written, it would be quite laborious, and some parts of the story are unclear and may mislead readers."
After she finished speaking, she smiled apologetically:
"Do you think you have time?"
"Why don't you use your own ideas to complete the main frame of this story? What do you think?"
"this……"
Lao Wang was obviously moved.
…
This is simply a story tailor-made for him!
There is no one in the entire Ming Dynasty who understands ancient poetry better than him.
After all, it is something that I have studied for a lifetime, and I can pick up the rhythms easily.
Regardless of whether it is fortune-telling, Sauvignon Blanc, ancient style poetry or new style poetry...he can do it all.
At this point, Lao Wang can freely put his hands on his hips.
…
but……
"This is your story."
Lao Wang is very sorry and very proud:
"The idea is very novel. I am sure that if I write it down, it will lead the trend of a generation...Ding Wei, please write carefully. If you don't understand, you can always ask."
Ding Wei shook her head.
"Professor, to tell you the truth, I still have three story outlines in hand. There are too many things I want to write."
"And I'm relatively proficient in other things. Only this ancient poetry, I'm afraid of misleading others, so I haven't dared to start."
She advised:
"Don't think that I wrote the outline of the story. In fact, I just provided a setting possibility."
"If someone finds this setting interesting in the future and writes it themselves, that's no problem at all."
"The main reason is that I think you have enough background. Writing such a story can not only guide others, but also avoid the fallacies of insufficient writing and make people laugh."
…
Lao Wang was moved.
He even wanted to take action immediately.
"this……"
He was still a little hesitant.
"Will this also be published in a magazine? Can it be free?"
this……
Ding Wei was a little hesitant.
In fact, it would definitely be fine if it were published in a magazine.
"But even if you don't charge the magazine a penny, the magazine will still be sold at the same price."
Otherwise, who would do this loss-making business?
Lao Wang was a little reluctant.
…
He has the dignity of a scholar in his heart, and with his strength, it would be no problem to casually talk to a publisher if he wants a book number.
But he was unwilling to do such a thing.
At this moment, I don’t want to let others take away all the students’ money, so I am trapped in a dilemma.
Ding Wei thought for a while: "How about this, professor, are you willing to publish it online?"
"You mean the blog."
Lao Wang is also a very trendy old man. Although he is not very proficient in using computers, he has no problem with basic operations.
Ding Wei shook her head.
In the future, blogs will soon have no users. She made this suggestion because she naturally wanted to bring some benefits to her website.
"There is a website that I jointly built with Bu Ming from my class. It focuses on online novels."
"If you don't want to make money from this novel, you can set the book to be free after signing the contract."
"In this way, firstly, more people can see your work, and secondly, they don't need to spend a penny, and you don't have too much pressure to publish it yourself."
"The most important thing is that the website comment area has many functions. You can see their comments anytime and anywhere to get the feedback you want."
In this regard, physical magazines cannot compare.
…
Lao Wang couldn't help being surprised.
He was certainly no stranger to online novels, but he never expected that the students in his class would have such ideas!
So powerful.
He couldn't help but feel itchy as he watched Ding Wei open the page in front of him and show him how to use various functions in the writer's backend.
What about publishing articles on time, replying to comments, urging updates...
this……
Is it so interesting to be a young novelist and to be an author now?
but……
Lao Wang said seriously: "Even if I write on your website, I can't promote it for you, and you can't use my name for promotion."
In fact, this is also a little bit of lack of confidence deep in Lao Wang's heart.
After all, he has really never tried to write such an interesting novel. If he doesn't write it well, if people find out, won't they laugh at him behind his back?
Where to put an old face?
"Besides, since it's your website, you have to make a profit after paying so much. I'm writing a book on this, but I don't charge a penny. Will your website pay for it in vain?"
Ding Wei laughed.
"Don't worry, Professor."
"When publishing novels on the website, you need to use a pen name. No one can see your true identity except our backend staff."
"We will not use anyone's real identity to promote our website unless we sign a corresponding contract."
"In addition, if you set the novel to be free, you will actually lose your own interests. On the contrary, it will attract some readers to our website. There is no such thing as a loss."
Lao Wang couldn't help but move.
But then, he became frustrated again:
"My computer is not very good at typing..."
I can print an email.
If it's more complicated, a teaching assistant will be needed.
Otherwise, that's really not possible.
And as I get older, I can’t stand looking at the screen for long periods of time.
…
——Can this still be a problem?
Ding Wei patted her chest without hesitation.
"If you're not worried, leave it to me."
"Whenever you write a manuscript of more than 2,000 words, just bring it to me. I can type quickly."
That's not true. Nowadays, you can write six to seven thousand words in an hour when writing novels. Typing into the manuscript is not an easy task.
Why can't you trust this?
Lao Wang's status is here, and he doesn't believe that there are really students who are stupid enough to risk their own names and publish on the Internet.
After all, if you can get into Ming Dynasty, who doesn't have any brains?
At this moment, he had long forgotten that he called Ding Wei in to talk about a lot of topics, and instead hurriedly chased her away.
"Then you go back to the classroom quickly and write the assigned article quickly. I have to think about how to start this story."
