I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 150 You Dog Author?

"Dog writers can write fairy tales, but you writers?"

"'Big Brother 123' will write a myth, and the dog author has written it?"

The debate between the two camps in "Night Tour Fengdu City" has reached this level,
Although the debate is not intense, as the number of new readers of "Night Tour Fengdu" continues to increase,
The debate has continued.

Ji Zhuo was thinking at this moment, if he announced the trumpet right now,

How did these debating readers react.

It's a pity that it can't be published.

It's not yet to the point where I'm determined to eat the manuscript fee, and I can't get enough of the system's wool,
There is no loss in both pros and cons, it is best to eat both pros and cons, the wool is also collected, and the manuscript fee is also paid.

Win-win means I win twice.

this time,
Ji Zhuo and Yun Qingmu just returned to their residence after dinner,
He was slumped on the sofa in the living room, basking in the lights of Wanjia coming in from outside the house, without even turning on the lights.

In the dimness, there are thousands of lights outside the house, and the cool evening breeze blows into the house with the rustling of the branches and leaves in the neighborhood,
Ji Zhuo is paralyzed here, a bit lazy, obviously it is more comfortable to lie on the bed and he doesn't want to move,
Just flipping the phone down with fingers from time to time, and looking down,
Looking at some sand sculpture netizens, comments from book friends, and news from book friend groups and author groups,
Just relax and pastime.

"The new book has been opened: Seeing that niche topics have become popular on the Internet recently, I couldn't help but write a realistic topic...

Half fluttering: Explosion?Congratulations!
The new book has been opened: fire ball, pop, woo woo... I have published a few books with the books of the clumsy and uncommon boss before, and the results are all good.

Half fluttering: Why don't you consider... the author of the dog... no, the science fiction theme of the new book of the clumsy and uncommon giant?

The new book has been opened: Nima, I can't...I cried to death in the toilet.

Octopus: I published a sci-fi book after hearing about Squid’s new book. It is said that I listened to the opinion of a clumsy and extraordinary boss.

I am writing: Who is it to listen to?
squid:……

Cuttlefish: It's true. Seeing how courageous the clumsy and uncommon boss is to keep changing the subject matter, my new book has also released a science fiction book, and I feel like writing it is very interesting.

The new book has been opened: Huh?In this way... Hearing what the big squid said, I was ruthlessly tempted again.

I wrote: Don't!They are all giants!I wrote it, fluttered... woo woo woo.

The new book has been opened: Thank you 'I'm writing' boss for calming me down. "

It's interesting to watch the chat of these sand sculpture authors,
It's just that I was mentioned again while chatting,

How often do I appear in the group?

And then in the readership,
Most of a group of readers are talking about some things,
Some people were racing, but they were banned immediately afterward.

"Zeng Canghai: Friends, is there any news about the new book by the dog author?"

"Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: None, next.

Big Brother is the most powerful: Big Brother 123's book "Night Tour in Fengdu City" is very good, Big Brother 123..."

"The boss is the most powerful and has been removed from the chat group."

"The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: How did you sneak into the group of book friends! Sister Miao did a great job.

Zeng Canghai: Well done!
30 per second: Hmm... Has any of you watched "Night Tour in Fengdu City"?

Zeng Canghai: What kind of books, dogs... read it too, the writing is not bad, but it is not as good as the dog author.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: I feel that the writing style is quite similar to that of the dog author. The dog author has not published a new book, so he can use this book to satisfy his cravings, but it is still not as refreshing as reading the dog author's book.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Sister Miao, you won’t watch it too, will you?
30 per second: Hmm... read a bit. "

Looking at the news of this book friend group,
This is because of the two camps arguing in the comment section of "Night Tour Fengdu City",
Gangster 123's new readers have all mixed into the dog author's book friend group?
Then look at the chat of this group of sand sculpture readers,

Ji Zhuo was a little speechless, and his scalp was a little numb.

never mind,

Go see if there are any serious comments under "Night Tour Fengdu City".

After flipping through the most lively comments on the homepage of the comment area,
Ji Zhuo saw some simple comments on "Night Tour Fengdu City".

"The story is very interesting. The author's narrating style in this book is like sitting on a cool chair under the starry sky on a summer night, playing a fan while listening to grandpa telling stories. This book It fits so well with the genre of mythology."

This evaluation is quite in line with Ji Zhuo's intentions.
It is also the style he wants to embody, so give him a thumbs up.

"...The dog author's description of the underworld is very real, as if he has seen it with his own eyes. Let me report it. Someone here didn't drink Mengpo soup!"

"It's quite amazing. The author's book is like an ancient legend of ghosts and ghosts. It has a mythical flavor... Do you think there is really a hell? When I was young, I stole candy and let my brother take the blame... Inexplicably, I remembered this incident, and I feel a little guilty."

"The guilty conscience upstairs is quite cute, unlike me, who kills with his hands and kills too much in his life... Oh, I'm a chicken killer."

"There are more chicken killers upstairs than me..."

I don't know where to go when the comments are talking,
Ji Zhuo looked at these comments on the book,

A smile gradually appeared on his face, and he smiled.

He is very happy that readers like this book,
Do you want to add another chapter?
Ji Zhuo thought,

then shook his head,

no!Don't be corrupted by these sugar-coated shells!

Ok.

No more!These rainbow farts are really sinister.

It's definitely not that I haven't saved the manuscript and don't want to move.

"Ding dong."

At this moment,
There is another message on Penguin Chat,

Who is this time?
Is it because the pen and ink is still working overtime, or the editor-in-chief Qian has not left work.

"Editor-in-Chief Lou of Delwin Publishing House: Mr. Bugong, we are already hiring someone to translate your work "The Bird in the Cage". Do you want to send it to you for proofreading once the translation is finished?"

The contact profile picture is a middle-aged woman, who is Editor-in-Chief Lou, the editor-in-chief of the Huaguo Branch of Delwin Publishing House, who is in charge of the overseas publication of Ji Zhuo's "Bird in a Cage".
Looking at this news, Ji Zhuo fell into deep thought,
He just graduated from university and barely understands some English. He can also read the translated version of "Bird in a Cage" in the English version.
For other language versions, send him to read, and he can only see whether some words are long or not, and whether there are many long words.

"Big coincidence: you can send me the English version, other language versions are fine...

Editor-in-Chief Lou: All right.The first edition is also mainly in English and a few other languages. "

"Big coincidence: um..."

There's nothing to say about that,
just a little thing,

But Ji Zhuo was already thinking about a question,
At that time, if I really want to wander in the circle of foreign literature and novels,
Do you write it directly in English by yourself, or write it out first, and then find a translator to translate it again?
If you write directly, with your foreign language level, can you do it?
Ji Zhuo pondered,

Touched his chin.

never mind,

Things that haven't been written yet,

I'll talk about it later.

"call……"

Ji Zhuo, who had been paralyzed on the sofa for a long time, finally got up from the sofa again,

and slipped into the bedroom,

He collapsed on the bed again.

……

There is a countryside hundreds of kilometers away from Yucheng,
On a mountainside, two tombs are buried next to each other.
Originally, there were still villages at the foot of the mountain.

It’s just that in recent years, twos and threes have moved out of the col, and moved outside closer to the road to form a new village.
The village at the foot of the mountain was deserted.

"Uncle Yu, how about I help you?"

"Dad, or I'll come too."

"You don't need to do it, you are all clumsy."

The old man reached out and groped, pulling up the newly grown weeds on the two graves,

He stubbornly refused to let his son and the nurse help him,
Even because of his blindness, his movements are a little clumsy,

Groping again, pulled up the weeds beside the grave,

The old man squatted beside the grave bag and stopped his hands.

The old man's son Yu Mingzhi took a look, and tiptoedly pulled out the few "fish that slipped through the net" left by his father.

The old man was still squatting on the edge of the grave, motionless and silent.

When he came last time, he was not blind and could still see his parents' tombs.

This time, I can only rely on groping.

reach out
The old man repeatedly rubbed the words engraved on the two tombstones,
And the traces left by years of wind and rain erosion, there are potholes and moss.

Until it's time to leave,
The old man still stretched out his hand and rubbed the tombstone repeatedly,

He is already this age,

My eyes are all blind, I don't know how many times I can come again.

On the way back,
Probably because seeing the old man in a bad mood, neither Yu Mingzhi nor the nurse dared to talk to the old man about today's grave sweeping.
The old man sat in the car and put on his headphones again,

Listening to the story of "Night Tour in Fengdu City" again,
When I heard the part about the dead city,

There is another detail,
An old woman asked the protagonist Zhang Cheng,

You are from Yangjian, how is Yangjian now?

Can you bring a word to her son,
Just say everything is fine.

Hearing this, the old man couldn't stop his eyes from turning red again.

It's so well written.

It would be great if there was a hell.

"Dad, what are you listening to?"

"Listen to a novel called "Night Tour in Fengdu City". Listening to it reminds me of some stories your grandpa told me."

"Well... Dad, I remember you told me stories when you were young."

After Yu Mingzhi said something, the old man paused,
"Would you like to listen together?"

"Okay, Dad."

……

"...Dad, do you still remember the story you told me when you were young?"

"That's it... You said that when you go out at night, someone calls you not to turn around and don't respond..."

Fancheng, Ye Linhan lay on the bed tossing and turning to call his father,

Because after reading "Night Tour Fengdu City" by the author of the dog, it is always easy to remind people that his father also told him ghost stories when he was young.

He still had some feelings, so he called his dad back with enthusiasm,

As a result, his father had long forgotten about it, leaving him speechless.

I feel that I have fed the dog with gratitude.

"...then, then...then our toilet was outside the courtyard wall at that time, I ran out to use the toilet at night, and didn't go back for a long time,"

"My mother came to look for me and shouted all the way. I just hid in the toilet and squatted and didn't dare to make a sound... When my mother found me, she picked me up and beat me up. When you came back, you asked me if I was Where did you fall?"

"Ha ha……"

His father's laughter has already come from the phone,

"Dad, do you still have the nerve to laugh?"

Ye Linhan was even more speechless.

"Ha...cough cough...Dad either laughed or coughed."

Are you fooling the devil?
"Didn't I just remember it when you said that? Why did you call me when you remembered it... No money? I'll go to the town bank and send you some money in a while."

"Hey, I'm still hiding some private money from your mother. If my son needs it, my father will remit it to you..."

"Is there nothing wrong outside? Tell Dad if you have something to do. You can tell Dad if you can't tell your mother..."

Hearing his father's words, Ye Linhan, who was still somewhat helpless, fell silent again.

He actually rarely called his father,

His father seemed very happy when he received the call.
It turned out that his father could talk like this,
"...Dad, what other stories did you tell?"

"Just the story of the doll's lost soul in the middle of July? It's half the night of July, and the children can't run around outside..."

It turned out that his father didn't forget everything, but he still remembered it.

……

This is Ji Zhuo's different readers,
I have a different life, and the feeling of reading the same book is also very different.

A book is only the content completed by the author, but there are more things that are endowed by the readers.

of course,

At this moment, Ji Zhuo is still sleeping soundly,

I slept so soundly.

……

Noon the next day.

When Ji Zhuo woke up, he sat up from the bed,
still a little confused,

He had a messy dream last night,

I dreamed that I went down to the underworld, and the underworld is planning for urban modernization and electronic office.
It is also necessary to open up the construction of basic transportation facilities in Yangjian Jifu.

Ask him to help with planning, he is busy, a big bird suddenly fell from the sky, a black cow is standing on the bird, and a child is sitting on the cow,
Then another big cage fell from the sky, and the big bird was framed away...

This is all a mess.

Ji Zhuo patted himself on the head, a little speechless,

This is the sequelae of writing too many novels, why don't we have one less chapter today?
Forget it, the dog system doesn't agree either.

Still holding some persistent speechlessness.

Ji Zhuo turned over and got up,

By the way, I checked my phone, but there was no news.

After washing,

After entering the study and sitting in front of the codeword computer, I calmed down.

computer turned on,

Prepare to codeword.

Another day of coding.

……

it's getting dark.

Capital New Area,

The man who had just returned from dinner was a little hesitant,

His wife was doing the dishes, and his daughter was sitting next to him, watching him expectantly,
I want to hear his story,

But is the story he read recently suitable for telling his daughter?
"...Dad, I haven't told me a story for a long time, can you tell me a story?"

Girl looking forward to father.

The man hesitated for a moment, raised his mobile phone and looked at it,
Open the non-mo novel, and the first book on the shelf is "Night Tour Fengdu City",
He found this when his daughter said she wanted to hear a story a few days ago when he was looking for novels.

He didn't tell his daughter about it, but he himself fell in love with it first.

"Dad, does that author have any new stories?"

Ever since the shepherd boy was looking for immortals, girls have fallen in love with listening to stories, especially the dog author.

A man tried to tell his daughter a piece of "Bird in a Cage" before,
The same is to listen with relish, do not know whether to understand.

"...the author didn't."

The man hesitated for a while, and thought about it, although this novel talked about hell,
But it doesn't seem so scary... I heard all ghost stories when I was a child,
There is no serious fairy tale, and it seems to be nothing.

So he decided to tell his daughter.

"But there are other stories I can tell you, do you want to hear them?"

"Hmm. Listen!"

When the little girl heard that there was a story to listen to, she nodded heavily and responded crisply.Looking forward to looking at her father again.

The man paused,
He picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, sorted out the sentences and told his daughter this story,

"This story is about Zhang Cheng's night trip to Fengdu City."

"Father, where is Fengdu City..."

"Well, I'll talk about it later, let's listen to the story first, shall we..."

"it is good."

The little girl sat obediently, looking at her father.

"Speaking of which, there is a temple on a mountain, which is dedicated to the land grandfather."

"... Zhang Cheng came to offer incense to Grandfather of the Earth, but when there was a storm, he was trapped in the Temple of the Earth and couldn't go down the mountain."

"Zhang Cheng, we can only stay in the earth temple and rest for one night."

"Will you catch a cold?"

the girl asked.

The man can't help but pause,
It's not mentioned in the book either.

"Fortunately, there are candles in the Earth Temple... Then Zhang Cheng fell asleep leaning on the statue of Grandpa Earth in the Earth Temple."

"When he woke up in a daze for the first time, he found that the rain outside the temple seemed to have stopped, but he was really sleepy, so he fell asleep again."

"When he wakes up for the second time, he will find that there is an old man calling him. The old man has a beard and sticks a stick."

"It's Grandpa Land!"

The girl rushed to speak as if she had discovered some secret.

(End of this chapter)