The recognition of handwritten fonts is not as high as that of printed fonts, not to mention that Lu Li deleted, deleted, omitted, and made corrections in order to quickly write a story. The final draft was sent to Ding Wei before she even had time to re-copy it.
…
It was really hard for her to look at it now.
I finally understand why the teacher who revised the test paper didn’t give high marks when he saw the handwriting was ugly - it was really eye-catching!
But hard work is hard work, and you still have to do what you promised.
She could only watch patiently.
…
The whole story is not long, only about 2,000 words. Ding Wei read it with a stiff face, and only one sentence echoed in her mind -
This time, what a damn thing!
In fact, in terms of essay writing skills, Ding Wei thinks that Lu Li's writing skills are not bad. After all, they are all serious students who were admitted to Ming Dynasty. If they don't score high in essay writing, it won't be that easy to get in.
But after reading Lu Li's story, Ding Wei knew that she had a serious problem.
——Her experience is too shallow.
When writing novels, issues such as storytelling and coherence can all be improved through experience, but the pattern and direction of the story are difficult to change at the beginning.
This is when support from human experience is needed.
This does not mean that young writers cannot write good stories. In fact, many writers were still young when they became famous, but——
Ding Wei put down the notebook and said at this moment: "Lili, there seems to be no problem with your choice of words and sentences. It's just that you are a little too literary. This is not a big problem, but...do you rarely read other novels?
?”
Lu Li nodded: "Just studying is already very strenuous, and I don't have the money to buy these."
The "Tales of Demons and Gods" handed to Ding Wei at the beginning of school was the first fantasy novel she had ever read.
…
There is no way to say this.
Ding Wei sighed a little - after all, she had never heard of the author and basically did not read extracurricular readings.
Lu Li's story is not long, probably less than 2,000 words. However, she tried to write a story about Cinderella and the "Prince" in 2,000 words, which made the plot very incomplete.
Ding Wei guessed that she might have written it this way based on the TV series about domineering presidents or Korean dramas about life and death that she had watched before, and felt that this type of writing was easier to write.
But if you don’t read extracurricular readings, has your life reached that level? She is exhausted every day just to make money, and she doesn’t understand everything around her... The worldview and values she displays are very thin and funny.
…
Let's put it this way, the simplest life of a prince and Cinderella, first of all you have to know how Cinderella lives - she will definitely not grow up to have the skin of Princess and the Pea.
In addition, you need to have a general understanding or guess about the prince's life - it certainly cannot be a prince carrying a golden hoe and a golden pole.
But the "prince" described by Lu Li who is still in school is actually the son of the world's richest man.
His appearance was quite popular, 18 cars escorted him to the campus, and then the richest man's son stepped on the red carpet and refused to get off the ground because his shoes were worth 88,888 and could not get dusty.
Then, the son of the richest man gave a mobile phone to every student in the school. He was even rich enough to treat each student to a KFC meal.
And the poor Cinderella is currently transfusing blood to her sick mother...
…
Ding Wei couldn't laugh or cry after reading this story.
Ten or twenty years from now, after a lot of hype, this book will definitely become popular as a negative teaching material.
First of all, if a rich person has a pair of shoes worth 88888, she believes it.
But for that kind of family, 88888 can only be regarded as an ordinary daily level - would you be reluctant to spread 20 yuan a pair of shoes on the floor, so that you have to lay carpets when walking in the shoes?
No richest man would give his classmates mobile phones and KFC at the beginning of school, right?
Can't get along with the chicken?
Moreover, no Cinderella would transfuse blood to her relatives——
"Lili," Ding Wei sighed: "If a blood transfusion is needed, direct blood relatives cannot do so."
To put it bluntly, Lu Li has not read enough books and has no basic common sense. How should she structure this story?
Ding Wei didn't make any harsh comments and read it patiently, which is already an excellent example of her self-cultivation.
…
"oh……"
Lu Li blushed.
"I haven't understood it either... So apart from this, it should be okay if I change it, right?"
Apart from this, of course there are other things!
——The richest man in the world cannot just ask the mayor to fire him.
——The son of the richest man would not show off clothes worth 100,000 yuan.
A mother from a wealthy family would not spend 200 million just to send her son to look at a poor girl.
Ding Wei sighed: How bold and wealthy a person really is. I couldn't write such an exaggerated plot even if I had seen the prosperity. But now Lu Li, who has no more than 1,000 yuan in savings, actually said 200 million.
Because the world’s richest man made his fortune by printing money?
…
She implicitly talked about these common sense issues, and then suggested:
"Lili, why don't you read more of other people's works? At least there are some places that we can't experience. We can also fantasize about others' works."
Lu Li lowered her head and silently took the notebook.
At this moment, Ding Wei's computer beeped, the little penguin kept flashing, and editor Guo Mu sent a new message.
Lu Li hesitated for a moment, then asked:
"Then... Weiwei, aren't you very familiar with the editor? Can you show her my story? I'll change what you said, okay?"
Ding Wei's expression cracked.
She could imagine how the other party would laugh at her if this article was sent to Guomu through her own hands.
She took a deep breath and forced a smile: "I remember you learned how to send emails before? I'll give you the editor's email address, and you can type it out, revise it, and send it to her yourself. How about one submission?"
Lu Li's face turned slightly red and she said shyly, "I'll listen to you."
Ding Wei's face was expressionless, but her heart was filled with vicissitudes of life.
She thought to herself: Listen to me, listen to me, I will tear this story apart!
…
This time, Lu Li mustered up the courage to borrow a computer from Bai Shanshan. After revision, the story of less than 2,000 words was almost 3,000. It took her three hours to finally complete it one hour after dinner, and carefully
sent out.
Ding Wei looked at her satisfied expression and couldn't imagine what kind of harm this would do to Guo Mu.
It wasn't until 10:00 that night that Guomu knocked on her QQ again.
What was sent was a document, which was obviously the story Ding Wei read at noon, but there was an introduction at the front of the story——
Hello editor, I am Ding Wei’s friend. This is a novel she instructed me to write. Please give me some advice.
Guomu also asked directly: "What's going on? Have you deceived others with your evil intentions?"
Ding Wei's expression was ferocious.
Who tricked someone by riding a horse?!
She couldn't help but want to curse -
The reason why she was patient with Lu Li several times was because she thought she was a bit like her old self? So she wanted to try her best to help her.
But in my impression, when I was 10 or 20 years old, I definitely didn’t have such damn characteristics!
