The fate of writers

Chapter 150
Zhou Zhou advised earnestly: "Then it's better if you don't write. One more talented scholar and beautiful lady is not too much, and one less you is not too much. There is still a big market for Qingyun Road, and you are the originator of it." First mover advantage…”

"Everyone can write, and so can I." Jiang Ling's rebellion was aroused, "Brother Jichuan, your time is precious and cannot be wasted on me all the time. I already have an idea. Write now, write immediately. Inspiration It is fleeting, but will not be sent far away.”

After Zhou Zhou returned home, he told his wife Zheng Xin about the incident. Zheng Xin was overjoyed, which made Zhou Zhou even more depressed. Nanqiang turned her head, turned her head and howled at me, and I didn't care about her."

"Why do you act like a child when you get together with Qianli? You also said that Qianli is young. At such an age, he has encountered obstacles everywhere and does not believe in evil. You have forgotten that you were an old couple..." Zheng Xin and Zhou Zhou were an old couple. Yes, some old memories are readily available.

"Hey, hey, don't bullshit me, I'm talking about Jiang Qianli." Zhou Zhou's face turned red.

"Don't just sing a naysayer, you'll be blamed if you don't scratch the cat. Find a few more classic models of wit and beauty and show them to Qianli. If you don't feel like writing them, don't you just turn around?
Qianli is different from other authors you are in charge of. She is young, has no pressure in life, and does not pay for writing. She writes because she likes it.

There is something wrong with you too. You have brought Qianli with you, but you cannot unconsciously take the position of an elder just because of the other person's age.This is power and inequality.The book is written by the author, and what the editor has to do is to check for omissions and fill in the gaps. "

"Jingguang said to me, don't you feel the same way? I speak for her inside and out. You are like mother and daughter, like sisters, best friends of the soul, idols and book fans."

Zhou Zhou's words had a sour taste, and Zheng Xin only thought this man was cute: "It's my fault, I always unconsciously show the most severe side to the closest and favorite people, relying on you and me I can’t hold back my deep feelings, I will try my best to correct it, I’m sorry.”

Zheng Xin's last three words were full of friendship, and they may represent another meaning, that is, I love you.

Of course the wife was so good at talking, so she wanted to forgive her. The little quarrel that was not considered a twists and turns turned into the fun between husband and wife, and the matter passed like this.

Zhou Zhou, however, took Zheng Xin's suggestion to heart. When he turned around, he found two classic love novels that Jiang Ling found most annoying, sticky, unreasonable, and too sentimental.But he didn't know that Jiang Ling wasn't just perfunctory when he said he had inspiration. Jiang Ling had already started writing.

The universal template for talented people and beautiful women is beautiful fantasy.Either there is a gap in the identity of the male and female protagonists, but they successfully get together after going through hardships and obstacles. This is true love.Either the male and female lead have perfect family background, talent, appearance and all other beautiful qualities in the world, and are commonly known as golden boys and girls.But no matter which one it is, it is inseparable from the so-called "copper smell". In other words, in the ending, the protagonist must have lived a life that others would envy.

This kind of description of the upper class is also what makes readers happy. Although I live in poverty, the protagonist I represent has endless wealth and wealth.The description of this part is very important.But she is just an ordinary person, and those wealthy families are out of reach of her, so how can she write more realistically?

System, system, it's finally time to help me again.

Jiang Ling felt that in the thousands of worlds, there are always seniors who are lucky enough to be born in Rome.

So, dear seniors, I come to you to get the truth.

(End of this chapter)