Liu Qingru left, leaving behind a bag of silver coins. As soon as he left, Ji's father couldn't pretend anymore and called Ji Changze into the house and asked him about writing a novel.
Ji Changze was still like that. When asked, he said that he had liked reading novels before (Ji's father recalled the colored novels he had collected from his eldest son). The reason why he didn't write before was because he could still be free and happy without writing (Ji's father recalled The eldest son’s happy old days) Now he writes about the fact that he has to shoulder the responsibility of supporting the family (Ji’s father remembered that he had tried to encourage his son to work hard through various kinds of supervision).
No matter how hard he tried at that time, Nagasawa was still the same as he should be. He didn't take his old father's words to heart at all, and would sometimes get angry with him, which made Ji's father think that the child was useless.
As a result, he did not teach the right direction when co-authoring.
Fortunately, he always thought that he was good at teaching students, but he didn't even teach his son well.
Ji's father was embarrassed in his heart, but he certainly couldn't say on his face, "Hahaha, that's how it is, then the way I taught you before was wrong." So he raised his face and smiled faintly at Ji Changze: "I I have known for a long time that Nagasawa, you are talented."
"I didn't say anything to you before that you liked to have fun. Now that you've become serious about it, I'll keep the money I earned in your hands. But you can't go out and have fun with those gangsters like before. You have to think about the environment. Sister, Sister Huan has taken care of me and your mother without any complaints these days, you should think her good."
Ji Changze nodded in agreement: "Don't worry, Dad, after the accident in our family, my friends stopped interacting with me. If they see me, they either avoid me or laugh at me. How can I go to look for them to play with."
It was just a group of people who got together to have fun, and there was no real affection. In addition, the original owner had a bad temper and was not very generous. Most of the "good friends" in the past were at odds with each other, but now there is something wrong with the Ji family. It would be nice if they didn't add insult to injury on this matter. How could they still be laughing at Ji Changze like before
Ji Changze knew it deep down and was not surprised, but his words immediately changed their meaning when his father heard them. He thought about the pitiful appearance of his eldest son being laughed at and ridiculed by his former friends, and felt heartbroken.
Although he used to dislike Nagasawa for shouting, but in fact, as a young man, he would scold him a few times for calling friends. But at that time, although Nagasawa said that he was not good at homework and articles, he was not good at appearance. It's not nice to call friends and be friendly.
Now that the family is in decline, Ji's father feels relieved that he is sensible, but what child doesn't want to remain innocent and be free to do whatever he wants under the protection of his parents forever.
After all, it was him, the father, who failed to protect his child.
He felt a wave of heartache, but Father Ji's paternal love made him feel better again.
By the next day, he was walking around.
And Ji Changze's novel has also begun a long serialization period. It still maintains the happiness of three exciting points in one chapter and one big exciting point in three chapters. It is also mixed with many things that people don't know now, as well as the protagonist's judgment of the situation. Slowly it became more and more popular.
Ji Changze kept busy writing for a while, and then just finished writing the novel. He handed the remaining manuscript to Liu Qingru, who knew that he had finished it in one go, and his face was blank, and started writing his second novel.
The first vest was positioned to make money. Now that the money has been earned, Ji's father is in high spirits and preparing for a comeback. There is no need to focus on making money with the second vest.
This time he did not write an exciting article like cultivating immortals, but wrote a supernatural article, a self-narration of a soldier who died on the front line. Before writing it, he followed Liu Qingru's path and got a lot of information on the front line. Of course, that There are definitely no such secrets, but there are still some things to eat and drink in the past.
Ji Changze was already very good at editing. He was almost as good as building a tall building if someone gave him a foundation. He was so powerful after getting the information. He stayed in seclusion for a few days, and when he came out, he handed Liu Qingru a stack of manuscripts.
Liu Qingru has been shocked more and more times recently, and each time it was because of this junior brother. As the editor-in-chief, he really couldn't figure out why someone could write a manuscript so quickly, not to mention that the quality of the manuscript was high. I finished it in a short time, and the second book will be out soon.
Seeing his junior brother indicating to him to read the manuscript, Liu Qingru didn't have time to think deeply about the question "Is my junior brother an octopus?", so he lowered his head and read it carefully.
He was still immersed in it, still fascinated by it, but what was different from watching "Memoirs of a Cultivation of Immortality" was that when Liu Qingru raised his face again, the ends of his eyes were red.
He looked at the junior brother in front of him complicatedly, feeling that admiration was no longer enough to express his feelings. However, Ji Changze still acted as if nothing had happened. He took out a page of his spare vest and asked Liu Qingru to help him choose this time. What vest to use.
Liu Qingru chose one of the vests with a complicated expression: "Mr. Dongliu."
Ji Changze nodded, smiled and said to Liu Qingru: "I still have to trouble my senior brother for this manuscript, so I will use the name of Mr. Dongliu."
Liu Qingru agreed, and when he left, he went to see the teacher. He sighed to Ji's father who was trying to do push-ups: "Teacher, how did you teach Nagasawa? Although the words he wrote were not gorgeous, , but it really makes people immersed in it and makes it easy for them to empathize. Even I can’t resist it. This is more than just a talent.”
Ji's father was confused: "???"
What the hell? It’s just a compliment when you come up.
Although his heart was full of "What did you say??", but because he was an elder and could not lose face in front of his juniors, Ji's father still coughed and stood up from the ground calmly: "You are my senior brother?" , don’t praise him all the time, this kid is still young, it’s not good if you praise him too much and you become arrogant.”
The main reason is that it's embarrassing that he can't always answer the phone.
Liu Qingru couldn't understand what Ji's father was thinking, and suddenly realized: "The teacher said that Nagasawa is still young, and I won't praise him in front of him in the future."
To be able to achieve such an achievement at such a young age is worthy of being taught by a teacher.
He left with an expression on his face: "Ah, my views on teachers and junior fellow students have been refreshed a little bit today". Once the students left, Ji's father, who was extremely curious, endured the scratching in his heart and went out to ask. Ji Changze, what did he and his senior brother say just now
Hearing that the new manuscript was given to Liu Qingru, Ji's father, no matter how curious he was, could only endure it until the next day and asked Ji Changze to go out and buy a copy of Rou'an Daily for him.
"Rou'an Daily" is a bit of a thief. They want to make money from the newspaper and money from selling books, so after Ji Changze gave the full text, they thought of this way. The books will still be sold, and the price will be higher. , but it is something written by Mr. Shenze, so it is certainly worth it.
If you don’t want to buy books but want to read novels, you can buy newspapers.
Our newspapers are very cheap! As long as they are not the kind of people who cannot afford food, they can afford it.
Of course, although it is cheap, people who buy books cannot enjoy the same treatment as you who buy newspapers and read "free" novels. Therefore, in the future, the content of "Memoirs of a Cultivation of Immortality" in newspapers will be reduced by half. Half will contain new novels.
There is nothing wrong with newspapers doing this, and many people understand it. After all, if newspapers still publish a story every day as before, then people who buy the book will feel less comfortable spending money to buy privileges. After all, before the book comes out, everyone This is the way to follow the serialization. If it were changed to only play half of the previous ones during the serialization, it would be different.
Of course, people who understand can afford books and plan to buy them.
People who buy books are almost equivalent to upgrading from VIP users to vvip, and they feel a lot more comfortable spending money.
And those who don’t have money or are reluctant to spend money to buy books are unhappy. They can’t get enough good stories, and now they have to cut them in half. Who would be happy, but the newspaper didn’t force you to buy them, they just said they only sell half of them now. Yes, I want to buy it or not.
What else? Swear and buy at the same time.
I bought everything, so I couldn’t let it go to waste. After catching up on updates, my eyes fell on the novel section next door.
Before reading it, almost 80% of the people were quite dissatisfied and angry with this new novel that had taken the place among their favorite novels. When they glanced at the author and found out that it was an unknown person named Mr. Dongliu, their dissatisfaction became even more intense. Upgraded.
Is it just such an unknown new author who has stolen Mr. Shenze’s c-position
Pooh! What he wrote is not half as good as Mr. Shenze’s. Why should you take Mr. Shenze’s place? Rubbish! Bah bah bah!
"The Story of Daniel"? What a stupid name, Daniel is too tacky. Just shout out on the street and ten people will come out and agree.
Some people felt aggrieved from the bottom of their hearts for Mr. Shenze who had been occupied. Others scolded him for a while. In the end, they still felt that all the money was spent and could not be wasted. They continued to read with a critical attitude.
It is also in the first person, but the person who wrote this article is not the protagonist.
[This book is about a young man. Let me introduce myself first. I live in a small village in the west. I learned some skills from my master when I was a child. My master is a very capable fortune teller. He is neither blind nor blind. Deaf, a lame man, I found an abandoned baby, raised me for ten years and then passed away. In my heart, he was both a teacher and a father, so after he left, I worked very hard to study the things he left behind, and consciously I learned a lot, but because my master told me that I had bad horoscopes, I could not leave the courtyard arranged by him, otherwise bad things would come to my door. Therefore, I lived for forty-eight years without ever stepping out of the courtyard.]
Seeing this, some people have begun to sneer in their hearts, pretending to be gods and ghosts, reading Mr. Shenze's memoirs of cultivating immortals, and come to ride on the popularity of these ghosts and gods
As a result, as I continued reading, the picture changed: [On the day of my forty-eighth birthday, I woke up at night, only to see a 'person' standing at the entrance of the yard. He had a pale face, blood on his body, wearing a military uniform, and under his feet He was naked. I was a little surprised at the time, but not afraid, because the way he looked at me was hasty and helpless. In addition, he looked like a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old. For ordinary people at my age, If I have a son, he should be as old as him, so I felt soft-hearted as I looked at him. Seeing that he seemed to be very cold and shivering all the time, I felt even more compassionate, and thought that I had learned the magic and was still alive. There was a charm left by the master, so I walked up to him and asked him what he was doing here.]
[His eyes are dark and big, reminding me of the little yellow dog next door. All the dogs in the village are afraid of me and run away when they see me in the yard from a distance. Only the little yellow dog likes to come to me and come to me when I am bored. It relieved me a lot of loneliness. Not only did his eyes look like a little yellow dog, but his temperament was also similar, weak and small. After I asked him about it for a while, he hesitated and spoke. , asked me cautiously: Excuse me, can you help me write a letter to my family?]
[He trembled and told me about his situation. It turned out that he was a soldier named Daniel, and he died on the battlefield. According to him, he was stabbed to death. Before he died, he wanted to crawl back, but he got stuck halfway. He died, and now his body was covered in blood. He was not fourteen or fifteen years old, but eighteen. It was just because he didn't eat well and his bowel movements looked small. He wanted me to write a letter to his family because My parents were getting older and were worried that they would not be able to bear the news of his death, so they asked me to write a letter in his name. After I finished writing the letter, I suddenly asked him why he was on the battlefield so early in the morning. I thought He wanted to say that I was forced to go there, or that the family didn't have enough to eat. Unexpectedly, he raised his finger and pointed at the sky, looking brightly with his dark eyes that looked like a little yellow dog. He looked at me and said in a clear voice with a local accent:
This is the fate of our country. If our country is not strong, the Chinese people will always be bullied. Farmers, businessmen, officials, rich and poor will never be able to hold their heads high and will always be bullied by them. If you want to avoid being bullied and the country is strong, you have to have people to fight, fight, and go to the battlefield. Someone has to go. Otherwise, if the country is gone, the people will be gone.
I was stunned for a long time, and I couldn't tell whether I was stunned because of these words, or because the person who said these words was just an eighteen-year-old young man who seemed to me to be a child.
After he finished speaking, he smiled sheepishly and said: This is not what I said. It was said by a brother who has studied in our town. After he finished speaking, he went to join the army. I listened and thought what he said was reasonable. , I recited it over and over again at home, and when I got it familiar, I went there. But I thought more simply. My parents were bullied by those people before, and even if they went to the officials, it would be useless. Even those people Even if someone is killed in China, there is no need to take responsibility. I don’t want my parents, my brothers and sisters, and the people in the village, town and city to be suppressed by them for the rest of their lives. This is our country. Why? They are the boss.]
Seeing this, many people's eyes were wet.
Yes, this is our country, why should other countries act as the boss
Why can't we stand tall in our country
An eighteen-year-old young man knows this truth.
At this time, many people who had previously rejected this new novel had changed their views on it, and as they continued to read it, they not only changed their views, but directly turned into fans.
"I was very happy when I first went there. An older brother who lived with me could sing folk songs. He taught us how to sing. Sometimes I would hide and sing secretly. When I thought about it, maybe it would be a few years, ten years, or decades later. , my son and daughter, I would be even happier if they could work in the fields and sing folk songs openly."
"I looked at the moon at night. It was bright and big. It was exactly the same as what I saw when I was a child. I was thinking, will the moon always be like this, always visible? Then will it be possible to see it one day? Those people were driven out of China by us, and thinking about it, I fell asleep happily."
"The injury was really painful. I'm actually not a kid anymore. There were people in our camp who were much younger than me. One time, a 16-year-old soldier was injured and kept crying. At night, I heard him calling for his mother in a low voice. It was only the next day that the body was found to be cold. He said that his parents were killed by the Japs. Maybe his mother came to pick him up last night, which was good. He missed his parents all the time."
It's a small page, but it makes people cry.
Especially when I think that such an eighteen-year-old boy who was lively, optimistic, and liked to look forward to a better future, and said these words in a brisk tone, has died, and died coldly on the battlefield, it makes people want to cry even more.
Even though Mr. Dongliu stated from the beginning that it was purely fictional, what this eighteen-year-old boy described was too real.
It seems that there really was such a young man named Daniel who was full of longing for the future and couldn't bear the bad news to his parents. He went to the battlefield to protect the country, and finally died there alone.
After reading it, some people began to feel ashamed for their previous contempt and rejection of Mr. Dongliu.
"Mr. Dongliu's writing is no worse than Mr. Shenze's. Mr. Shenze's writing makes people happy, but Mr. Dongliu's writing is more touching."
"Daniu is so pitiful. I don't know where his hometown is. If possible, I would like to support his parents so that he doesn't have to worry about his family after he passes away."
There was also someone who bought the entire book "Memoirs of the Cultivation of Immortality" and finished reading it early. He was so happy with it that after reading the new book, he sighed: "It would be great if the whole page could be filled with "The Story of Daniel". I really want to Read more, Mr. Dongliu is much better than Mr. Shenze in terms of writing, if nothing else."
These words immediately aroused dissatisfaction among Shenze fans.
"What do you mean? Mr. Shenze's writing is so beautiful. How can a mere newcomer surpass him?"
Someone who was passing by and had just finished reading "The Story of Daniel" happened to hear this and interrupted: "You can't say that. Wasn't Mr. Shenze also a newcomer before he wrote "Memoirs of a Cultivation of Immortality"? As I see it , both are newcomers, Mr. Dongliu is stronger."
"It's nonsense. Mr. Shenze clearly writes better."
"Don't you think Mr. Dongliu's writing is more immersive?"
"Obviously Mr. Shenze's writing is more deeply rooted in people's hearts."
"Mr. Dongliu wrote about the battlefield in such detail that he was immersed in it."
"Isn't it Mr. Shenze? Even Mr. Shenze knows what happened in the northwest. Mr. Dongliu has stayed in a small courtyard his whole life. Can he write about it?"
"The person who wrote the article is Mr. Dongliu, but it may not be him who stays in the small courtyard. Didn't you see that Mr. Dongliu said it was fiction?"
"Mr. Shenze still wrote fiction, but nothing he wrote was true!"
Such a topic has been discussed on the street, but I can't stop it even if I want to.
Shenze fans and Dongliu fans could talk to each other calmly at first, but later they became heated and turned into a quarrel.
They all had to save face and didn't start fighting in the street, but even so, it was enough for them to make a fuss.
Liu Qingru saw this scene when he was passing by and raised his forehead.
These readers are so pitiful and lovely.
I have no idea that the pink and black ones are the same person.