Before typing, Ding Wei read through the article as usual.
5,000 words, for an online novel, is just one big chapter, and it took less than two minutes.
However, after reading these 5,000 words, Ding Wei put down the manuscript and suddenly let out a long sigh.
Originally, she felt that her writing was quite good, and what she lacked was only time accumulation and literary accumulation.
But now it seems that what is lacking is more than just a little bit.
Sure enough, the more capable a person is, the more humble he is.
Lao Wang's lack of confidence in himself made Ding Wei misunderstand his level for a time.
But now it seems that no matter how cliche the story is, if Lao Wang writes it, it must be a wonderful story that is worthy of being read twice, four, or five times.
Literary master, so scary!
She sighed, opened the document, and began typing quickly on the manuscript.
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Xihe 14th year.
The sunset in the sky is like blood and fire, rolling at the end of the sky, with teeth and claws.
Below it, a series of towering mountains lie in front of everyone.
There are faint traces of white on the top of the mountain, which is the deep snow that has not melted for thousands of years. Now it is set off by the sunset, as if it is covered with a hazy red gauze.
Among the local Anbu people, this is considered unlucky by the elders.
…
But now, due to years of war and poverty, there are only two old people left in the village. Most of them just sit on the threshold every day, looking at the sun dreamily.
Can't move!
As I get older and there is no food at home, I will get hungry faster and eat more when I am active. It is better to just pass by like this day by day, and I don’t know when I will reach the end of the time.
Axiu looked at the empty basket before going out and sighed silently.
She doesn't look good.
In other words, it was supposed to look good.
However, the harsh living environment and daily hard work made this young girl's skin dark yellow and her cheeks sunken. Her long-term consumption of whole grains resulted in square cheeks.
No matter from any aesthetic point of view, it cannot be said to be beautiful.
But these days, who cares about good looks? Being able to eat well is the most important thing.
If you weren't already extremely poor, why would you go out to find something to eat even after the sunset?
…
When Axiu closed the door, she saw the sunset on the horizon, and her heart skipped a beat.
but……
She touched her belly: No matter what, let's eat enough first. If we go a little further today, we should be able to dig some wild vegetables.
But before Axiu started digging wild vegetables, she saw a man when she reached the foot of the mountain.
An eccentric man.
…
University professor Fang Wuya slowly woke up from the chaos, and what he saw was the face of a girl from a poor mountainous area.
He blinked and tried to move, but felt that he had no strength.
The girl was chattering.
However……
Fang Wuya couldn't understand a word either.
Originally, he taught ancient Chinese and his language talent was quite average. But after he blinked a few times, he slowly discovered that the meaning of the girl's words in front of him could be completely and clearly presented in his mind.
!
Could it be that my language talent has awakened?
He opened his mouth tentatively: "I..."
What he said was not his usual Mandarin voice.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the thin girl approached him again and asked in the same words:
"Do you have anything to eat?"
"Do you have money?"
"Do you have anything to eat at home?"
Every time she asked a question, Fang Wuya couldn't help but shake his head.
This girl is still lying on the ground in the wilderness.
Even if he has a huge fortune, he doesn't have the strength to take it now!
As for food...well, don't mention it. I'm really hungry.
This made him hesitate. How long had he been unconscious here? Where were his colleagues in the car with him?
No one sent me to the hospital? Or gave me a glucose injection?
He turned his head hard and saw the clothes on the girl.
Looking up to the sky, all I could see was desolation, not even a single wire could be found.
Fang Wuya's heart thumped. He always felt that something beyond his control had happened.
…
However, just when he was shocked and speechless by this fact, the girl sighed regretfully, picked up the empty basket next to her, and stood up.
"You have no money and no food. You won't live long, so I won't take you to dig vegetables."
etc!
Fang Wuya immediately came back from his thoughts and stretched his neck with great effort to look at Axiu's retreating back.
——Is it so realistic?
"Hello……"
"girl--"
As he finished speaking, he could just see A Xiu, driven by hunger, already climbing up the mountain nimbly.
Fang Wuya, who was lying on the ground unable to move:...
Just right.
He felt the rumbling sound of his intestines and stomach and let out a long sigh.
It's time to synthesize your current situation based on the details in front of you.
…
A 5,000-word article, fast-paced, maybe the breakup of the engagement has already begun.
But in slow-paced ones, such as Lao Wang, the plot only progresses to Axiu coming down from the mountain, with only a few edible wild vegetables and mushrooms in the basket.
Her parents had long since died, so she had to grow up alone. In addition, the people in the border area were open, and there was no strict guard against men and women.
Facing such a man who couldn't move, she didn't have much wariness at all.
In these precarious days, being vigilant is actually a very luxurious thing.
At this moment, Axiu couldn't help but look curiously at the man who hadn't starved to death, and sat down next to him.
…
Perhaps he had studied the 5,000 words of the online article in advance, but Lao Wang did not specifically use any words that could show his literary talent.
But reading between the lines, the word Leng Buding made Ding Wei sigh - why didn't she think of it?
The more this happens, the more it shows off one’s writing skills.
Ding Wei couldn't help but hug herself in distress.
Moreover, Lao Wang is quite fashionable, and this is actually a time-travel story.
But the characters are so realistic... To be honest, when she saw Axiu, she thought the girl would save the hero and fall in love with him.
In the later development of the story, he will either exist as a long-standing secret admirer, or as a member of the male protagonist's harem.
Or, die early and become White Moonlight.
However, thinking about Lao Wang's old face with crisscrossed grooves, and then thinking about the 1,234,567 female protagonists in early male pornographic novels, Ding Wei couldn't help but feel a little worried.
——If Lao Wang’s book really develops into multiple female protagonists, then she must ask her family member to read it.
However, as for the description of A Xiu, who has a sallow complexion and skinny muscles... it should not be enough.
Ding Wei, who had been hurt by thousands of studs on this male channel, now had lingering fears.
…
Lao Wang had just finished figuring out his pen name and completing the registration process. He just stared at the bare author profile for a while, and the email from the other end had already been replied to.
This is too fast.
Lao Wang pushed up his reading glasses again. Before he could read his manuscript, he couldn't wait for Ding Wei's feedback.
"Professor, what you wrote is so good!"
"It's only 5,000 words, but I couldn't help but read on! You must write it quickly! This story will definitely be popular with many people."
After finishing it, I couldn't help but ask: "Will this Axiu be the heroine? Will she become beautiful in the future?"
Alas, Ding Wei actually doesn't care at all whether the heroine is the heroine or not.
She doesn't think whether or not there is a female protagonist will have any impact on the story.
but……
The main reason is to find a reason to ask side questions to see the direction of Lao Wang's story.
…
Lao Wang was silent for a long time, and then slowly typed on the computer.
"Ding Wei, I think your accumulation of stories is not enough, and your thoughts in appreciating the works are not pure enough."
"A novel is only 5,000 words long. Nothing is confirmed. Just from the details, you can tell that this Axiu will definitely not be the heroine."
"Moreover, life passes by in a hurry. Beauty can certainly attract people's favor, but beauty with withered bones is nothing like that. If one day I want to choose a heroine, she will definitely not be the most beautiful."
"It's because of the resonance in the soul."
Ding Wei, who just wanted to know the emotional direction of the story:...
Call you a bitch!
Call you a bitch!
She already has a bad premonition about the future.
Sure enough, Lao Wang slowly typed another line:
"You, it just so happens that my writing of novels may delay your studies. In order to make reasonable use of your time, during this time, you can go to the library to pick out two classics and read them. Then, write no less than 10,000 words for each story.
Let’s analyze and observe.”
Ding Wei's eyes darkened.
Who is stronger, Lao Wang?
She raised her palm tremblingly and couldn't help but slap her face lightly.
——Isn’t he a bitch?
…
As for Lao Wang, he was actually very proud that his story was recognized and affirmed, so he happily shared his next thoughts with Ding Wei.
"War and poverty are very cruel. When you analyzed those ancient poems before and mentioned war, didn't you have this understanding in your heart?"
Whenever Ding Wei sees such words, her heart trembles.
Fortunately, Lao Wang did not assign any other homework, but said directly:
"The rest of the story is pretty clear."
"In such a war-torn border, Axiu's existence is destined not to last long."
"In the next development of the story..."
When Lao Wang said this, he thought that he had not really finalized the draft, so he hesitated for a while:
"...Forget it, you can read it after I write it out tomorrow."
Ding Wei:……
People do things?!
So angry!
I worked hard on the manuscript, got a lot of homework, and didn't even hear the rest of it after I finished it.
With only 5,000 words, has Lao Wang been turned into a broken dog?
Before he could vent his anger, Lao Wang replied again:
"Next, I'll copy and paste, put this manuscript in the chapter of my writer's backend, and then publish it, right?"
"Yes."
Ding Wei's answer was soulless.
…
Lao Wang was delighted and clicked "Publish" with trembling hands.
In the next minute, he couldn't help but think about what it would be like if there were a large number of readers urging him... As he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel happy.
Looking at it now, I see that only one minute has passed, and my novel has not even passed the review.
