hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 216 If You Travel to the Future ([-])
Everyone laughed, and Tang Yumo also laughed heartily, and said out of breath, "That... I guess, it's because the Martians are dizzy from spinning... they can't stop... so every time they have to do it more Rotate 5 degrees..."

Enough laughing, and someone immediately continued to contribute unbearable writing bugs: "The most outrageous thing I remember is seeing someone mess up basic elements such as seasons and kinship, for example, the beginning of the article is summer, and it starts a month later. Describing heavy snowfall; another example, finding out that she is pregnant the next day after going to bed... Strange! Does this guy dare to call himself a writer?"

Tang Yumo couldn't help thinking that when he first entered the industry, he occasionally made common-sense mistakes. Although he didn't distinguish between seasons, summer, autumn and winter, or gave birth to a baby for the protagonist, there were still brain disconnections, short circuits, dramas, and inadvertently made mistakes. Jokes happen.

It always takes a process for a newcomer to grow up. Writing is a hard job. It takes a lot of effort and effort. Under high pressure, it is indeed difficult to achieve perfection.

So, she laughed for a while, and calmed down everyone's complaints without any trace: "Actually, I guess that the one who got pregnant right after going to bed may be an ambush, maybe it's to create suspense, and I'm waiting to find a relative later." Father... can't be considered very strange..."

"Whether it's weird or not, it's not up to the author to judge. In the eyes of readers, there is no distinction between elegant and weird writing. There are only two kinds of things that readers want to read and those that readers don't want to read." A steady and firm voice came from behind Come.

At this moment, Tang Yumo firmly felt the impossible situation that everyone was the first to complain about just now - "a scorching sight shot from behind".

It's just that the temperature changed from "hot" to "cold". To be precise, it should be - "a cold sight shot from behind".

It turns out that this feeling is really not the writer's random fabrication and exaggeration.

Indeed, she didn't need to turn her head to know that Gu Yihan's eyes must be staring at her back coldly.

However, Gu Yihan's words make some sense after thinking about it.

At the beginning, she also couldn't understand the commercial writing method, and felt that blindly catering to readers was a matter of losing her artistic taste.

Later, I realized that writing is not the author’s business alone, and it’s not good to tell a story by talking to herself. She began to pay attention to the comment area, and liked the interaction with readers. Whether those comments were praises or criticisms, she learned something from them. Thinking and experience.

Gradually, she realized how happy it is to meet readers who understand your story and fully understand your expression, and how it supports a newcomer writer to tell a more complete story that has just taken shape in her mind Wonderful.

So, to a certain extent, she also had to admit that Gu Yihan's comment hit the nail on the head: there are only two kinds of words—what readers want to read, and what readers don't want to read.

Weaving dreams with ten fingers, no matter how outrageous the dream weaving is and how incredible the logic is, as long as the spiritual core it conveys can resonate with people, it will be supported by readers with the greatest kindness.They are actually a very strict and lovely group.

After listening to Gu Yihan's words, everyone was as thoughtful as Tang Yumo.

For a while, the heated discussion fell into a silence.

Nalan Xin'er looked left and right, curled her lips, and smiled first: "Actually, I think there are two types of women in this world, one is that the chief doesn't like it, and the other is that the chief can't see it." Up."

(End of this chapter)