Writing in the Republic of China (7)

Liu Qingru left, leaving behind a bag of silver dollars. As soon as he left, Ji's father could no longer hold on. He called Ji Changze into the house and asked him about writing novels.

Ji Changze was still the same. When asked, he said that he liked reading novels before (Ji's father recalled the pornographic novels he had confiscated from his eldest son). He didn't write before because he could still be free and happy without writing (Ji's father remembered the happy time when his eldest son was living off his parents). Now he writes because he naturally finds that he has to take on the responsibility of supporting the family (Ji's father remembered that he had tried to make his son work hard by urging him in various ways).

At that time, no matter how hard he tried, Changze would still be the same. He didn't take his father's words to heart at all. Sometimes he would get angry with him, which made Ji's father think that this child was useless.

As a result, it turned out that he didn't teach in the right direction.

He always thought he was good at teaching students, but he didn't even teach his son well.

Father Ji was embarrassed, but he certainly couldn't say "Hahaha, so that's how it is. Then the way I taught you before was wrong." So he straightened his face and smiled at Ji Changze: "I knew long ago that Changze you are a talented person."

"I didn't say anything to you because you liked to play before, but now that you are serious, you should be good in the future. The money you earn is with you, but you can't go out and have fun with those bad friends like before. Think about Sister Huan. Sister Huan has taken care of me and your mother without complaint these days. You should remember her kindness."

Ji Changze nodded and agreed: "Don't worry, Dad, after the incident in our family, my friends no longer associate with me, When they see me, they either avoid me or sneer at me. Why would I go to play with them? "

Originally, they just 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 "friends" in the past were just superficial but not in the heart. Now that the Ji family has this incident, it is good enough that they don't add insult to injury. How could they still laugh at Ji Changze like before?

Ji Changze knew it in his heart and was not surprised, but his words immediately changed the meaning when he fell into Ji's father's ears. He imagined the pitiful appearance of his eldest son being ridiculed and mocked by his former friends, and felt distressed.

Although he used to dislike Changze for being noisy, in fact, young people all call friends. He did scold him a few times, but at that time, although Changze was not good at homework and writing, he was not glorious in calling friends.

Now the family is in decline. Although he has grown up and comforted his father, which child does not want to be naive forever and do whatever he wants freely under the protection of his parents forever?

In the final analysis, it was because he, as a father, failed to protect his child.

After a wave of heartache, Ji's father's love made him feel better.

On the second day, he could walk on the ground.

And Ji Changze's novel also began a long serialization period, still maintaining the joy of three exciting points in one chapter and one big exciting point in three chapters, mixed with many things that people don't know now, and the protagonist's judgment of the situation, slowly becoming more and more popular.

Ji Changze wrote for a while, and insisted on finishing this novel directly. He handed the remaining manuscript to Liu Qingru, who was blank after knowing that he had finished it in one breath, and started writing his second novel.

The first vest was positioned to make money. Now that the money has been made, Ji's father is also energetic and preparing to make a comeback. The second vest does not need to be aimed at making money.

This time, he did not write a great article about cultivating immortals, but a supernatural article, a self-narration of a soldier who died in the front line. Before writing, he followed Liu Qingru's path and got a lot of information from the front line. Of course, there was no confidential information, but there was still some information about the eating and drinking in the past.

Ji Changze was already very good at writing, almost at the level of being able to build a towering building directly if someone gave him a foundation. The information was like a tiger with wings. He retreated for a few days and came out again, handing Liu Qingru a pile of manuscripts.

Liu Qingru has been shocked a lot recently, and each time it was because of this junior brother. As the editor-in-chief, he really couldn't understand why someone could write manuscripts so quickly, not to mention the high quality of writing. The previous book was just finished in such a short time, and the second book came out.

Seeing that the junior brother motioned him to read the manuscript, Liu Qingru didn't have time to think about the question "Is my junior brother an octopus?" and lowered his head to read it carefully.

Still immersed in it, still absorbed in it, but unlike reading "Memoirs of Immortal Cultivation", when Liu Qingru raised his face again, the corners of his eyes were red.

He looked at the junior brother in front of him with a complicated look, and felt that admiration was not enough to express his feelings. Ji Changze still acted as if nothing had happened, and took out a page of his spare vests to ask Liu Qingru to help him choose which vest to use this time.

Liu Qingru chose one of the vests with a complicated expression: "Let's use Mr. Dong Liu."

Ji Changze nodded, smiled and said to Liu Qingru: "I still have to trouble you for this manuscript, so I'll use the name of Mr. Dong Liu."

Liu Qingru agreed, and when he left, he went to see the teacher, and sighed to Ji's father who was trying to do push-ups: "Teacher, how did you teach Changze? Although the words he wrote are not gorgeous, they can really make people immersed in them and empathize with them. Even I can't resist it. This is not just a talent."

Ji's father was confused: "???"

What the hell, he just started praising me.

Although he was thinking "What did you say?" in his heart, he was an elder and it was not good to lose face in front of the younger generation. Ji's father still coughed and stood up from the ground calmly: "As a senior brother, don't always praise him. This kid is still young. If you praise him too much, he will become arrogant."

The main reason is that he always can't answer the questions and it's embarrassing.

Liu Qingru couldn't get what Ji's father was thinking, and suddenly realized: "The teacher is right, Changze is still young, I won't praise him in front of him in the future."

He can achieve such achievements at such a young age, worthy of being taught by the teacher.

He left with an expression of "Ah, my view of the teacher and junior brother has been refreshed a little today". As soon as the student left, Ji's father, who was extremely curious, endured the itch in his heart and went out to ask Ji Changze what he and his senior brother had just said.

Hearing that the new manuscript was given to Liu Qingru, no matter how curious Ji's father was, he could only wait until the next day and asked Ji Changze to go out and buy him a copy of "Roan Daily".

"Roan Daily" is a bit cunning. They want to make money from newspapers and books, so after Ji Changze gave the full text, they thought of such a way. The book is still sold, and the price is set higher, but it is written by Mr. Shen Ze, so it is naturally 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 you are not the kind of people who can't afford to eat, you can afford it.

Of course, although it is cheap, you can't let people who buy books enjoy the same treatment as you who buy newspapers to read "free" novels, so in the future, the content about "Xiu Xian Memoirs" in the newspaper will be reduced by half, and the other half will be new novels.

There is nothing wrong with the newspaper doing this, and many people understand it. After all, if the newspaper still releases a story every day like before, the feeling of people who buy books will be less that they have paid for privileges. After all, before the book came out, everyone followed the serialization in this way. If it is changed to only half of the previous period during the serialization, it will be different.

Of course, those who understand are those who can afford to buy books and intend to buy them.

People who buy books are almost equivalent to upgrading from VIP users to VVIP, and they feel much more comfortable to pay.

And those who have no money or are reluctant to spend money to buy books are not happy. They can't read enough good stories, and now they have to cut half. Who is happy? But the newspaper didn't force you to buy, just said that it is only selling half now, you can buy it or not.

What else can you do? You can buy while cursing.

You have already bought it, so you can't waste it. After following the updates, your eyes will fall on the novel section next door.

Before reading, almost 80% of people were quite dissatisfied and angry about this new novel that took the place of their favorite novels. When they glanced at the author and found that it was an unknown person named Mr. Dong Liu, the dissatisfaction was even more intense.

Is it such an unknown new author who took away Mr. Shen Ze's center position?

Bah! The writing is not even half as good as Mr. Shen Ze. Why did he take our Mr. Shen Ze's position? Rubbish, bah bah bah!

"The Story of Danniu"? What a crappy name, Danniu is too rustic, just shout it out on the street, and ten people will come out to answer.

Some people felt wronged for Mr. Shen Ze who was taken away from the position, while others cursed for a while, but in the end they still felt that they had spent money and should not waste it, so they continued to read with a picky mood.

It is also the first person, but the person who wrote this article is not the protagonist.

【This book tells the story of a young man. Let me introduce myself first. I live in a small village in the west. When I was a child, I learned some skills from my master. My master is a very capable fortune teller. He is neither blind nor deaf, but a lame man. He picked up an abandoned baby like me and raised me for ten years before he died. In my heart, he is both a master and a father. Therefore, after he left, I worked very hard to study what he left behind. I felt that I learned a lot. But because my master told me that my fate was not good and I could not leave the yard he arranged, otherwise bad things would come to me, so I lived for forty-eight years without stepping out of the yard. 】

Seeing this, some people have begun to sneer in their hearts. Are you pretending to be a ghost? Are you here to take advantage of the popularity of these ghosts and gods just because you have read Mr. Shen Ze's memoirs of cultivating immortals?

As I read on, the style of the painting changed: [On my 48th birthday, I woke up at night and saw a "person" standing at the entrance of the yard. He had a pale face, blood on his body, and was wearing a military uniform with bare feet. I was a little surprised at the time, but not scared, because the look he gave me was panic and helpless, and he looked like a teenager of fourteen or fifteen years old. If an ordinary family had a son of my age, he should be as old as him. So as I looked at him, I softened my heart. He seemed to be very cold and was shivering all the time, which made me feel even more compassionate. Thinking about the magic I had learned and the talismans left by my master, I walked up to him and asked him what he was doing here. 】

【His eyes were big and dark, reminding me of the little yellow dog from my neighbor's house. The dogs in the village were afraid of me and would run away when they saw me in the yard from a distance. Only the little yellow dog loved to come to me and relieved my loneliness when I was bored. Not only did he look like the little yellow dog, but he also had the same temperament, weak and small. After I asked him a question, he hesitated and asked me carefully: 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 too.

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?

This is something that an eighteen-year-old young man knows.

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 to 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 can work openly in the fields and sing folk songs, which makes me even happier.”

"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? Will it be possible to see it one day? Those people were driven out of China. 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 whispering for his mother. 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 a lively, optimistic, 18-year-old boy who likes to look forward to a better future and speaks 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."

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 better.”

"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 lose 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.