I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 158 The little girl listens to the story
"Maybe……"

Probably, after all, the novel also said that the river of Wangchuan was as dark as ink.

"Well! Dad continues to talk!"

Hearing her father's affirmative answer, the little girl nodded in satisfaction,

Immediately afterwards, she raised her head again, looking expectantly at her father.

The man smiled at his daughter, then turned his head, looked at the content of the novel on the phone and continued telling the story.

"People in Naiheqiao used to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup. After drinking a bowl of Mengpo soup, they will forget the memories of a lifetime, even if it is a lifetime."

"Then will they forget their parents? Anyone else?"

"Will do."

"Can I not drink then?"

There was some hesitation on the little girl's face,
Even listening to this fairy tale about visiting Fengdu at night,

Before this story, girls were most afraid of some ghosts,
But this passage gave the little girl some understanding of 'death' for the first time.

This passage is about death.

In front of the Naihe Bridge, whether it is in the City of Dead Dead or on Huangquan Road,

Even if you die, it can still be regarded as the continuation of this life,
After crossing the Naihe Bridge, the memories of a lifetime, merits and demerits, joys, anger, sorrows and joys are all washed away with a bowl of Mengpo soup.

A Wangchuan River is indeed like a moat, cutting off a person's life, just like death.

"...No. Even if there is reincarnation in the novel, for every living person, there is still only one life."

"So we have to cherish life, you know?"

The man said this to his daughter.

"Um……"

The girl who knew death for the first time nodded,

The mood is a little depressed, and sullen.

But he just pursed his lips, lowered his head, and didn't cry.

The man stroked his daughter's hair, looked at her and said nothing.

But the little girl's emotions come and go quickly,

After being depressed for a while, he raised his head again,
She wants to hear the story behind,
"Dad, go on with the story."

With some expectation in her eyes, the girl said again.

"it is good."

"...When Zhang Cheng followed the land master to the Naihe Bridge, there were scattered people passing the Naihe Bridge one by one."

"Just like there is more than one Huangquan Road that is winding and flat, or bumpy and rugged, and there is more than one Naihe Bridge. Everyone will walk on their own different Naihe Bridge."

"On the Naihe Bridge, apart from Po Meng who is giving soup in the middle of the bridge, didn't we say earlier that there is a stone at the head of the bridge, called the Sansheng Stone?"

"On the Three Lives Stone, some images of people standing in front of the Three Lives Stone can be reflected. Many dead souls stay in front of the Three Lives Stone."

With the mention of Sansheng Stone, the little girl became interested again.
Looking eagerly at her father, waiting for the story behind,
"Some people were rich in the previous life, but they are poor in this life. Some people were rich and prosperous in the previous life, but they are poor in the next life."

"Has Zhang Cheng also gone to see the Sansheng Stone?"

"Looked."

"Seeing that Zhang Cheng seemed to be interested in the Three Lives Stone, the Land Master led Zhang Cheng to the Three Lives Stone."

"The Three Lives Stone, it's just a big rock, it looks like a person's height, Zhang Cheng stood in front of the Three Lives Stone, and the pictures of Zhang Cheng's previous lives began to appear on the Three Lives Stone."

"In the first life, Zhang Cheng was a beggar. It happened to be a troubled time, and the people were struggling to make ends meet. In the end, they couldn't survive anymore. In the first life, Zhang Cheng revolted with other beggars and refugees, and finally rebelled. starved to death on the way.

In the second life, Zhang Cheng was a carpenter. When the place was very peaceful, he lived a peaceful life, married a wife, and gave birth to a child.In the end, he died peacefully in front of the couch surrounded by his grandson and son.

In the third life, Zhang Cheng was a doctor, and it happened to be a time of peace. Zhang Cheng hung a pot to help the world, traveled around as a doctor, and finally got old. When he was collecting medicine in the valley, when he climbed up from the bottom of the valley, he really had no strength. I just sat down and prepared to rest for a while, but after I sat down, I slowly closed my eyes and never woke up again. "

The man roughly told the story of Zhang Cheng III described in the book,

The little girl listened with gusto.

The man turned his head to look at his daughter, and smiled back,
But the girl saw her father stop and asked again,

"Is there anything else? Does Zhang Cheng have any other stories?"

"No more, Zhang Chengcheng saw the picture of the three lives from the Three Lives Stone."

"And then, after watching the Three Lives Stone, Land Lord and Zhang Cheng also set foot on the Naihe Bridge."

"However, when Zhang Cheng stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, beside the Naihe Bridge, the flowers on the banks of the Wangchuan River bloomed."

"The flowers on the banks of the Wangchuan River are called Bi'an flowers. When they bloom, the flowers are beautiful, but when the flowers bloom, the leaves of the Bi'an flowers will fall off. It's like separating Yin and Yang."

"The flowers on the other side of the Wangchuan River are in full bloom, and the souls who have stepped on the Naihe Bridge can't help but turn their heads and look at the Naihe Bridge."

"Zhang Cheng also looked back, looking at the blooming Bana flowers."

"At this time, the land master smiled and said to Zhang Cheng, the nobleman set foot on Naihe Wangchuan, and the flowers on the other side here bloom for the nobleman."

The girl listened, her eyes had already lost her fear,
On the contrary, there is a little longing and anticipation in the eyes,

It seems to be imagining how beautiful the blooming Bana flowers are,

What is Zhang Cheng's blooming Bianhua in the article?

"When Zhang Cheng heard what the land master said, he couldn't help but ask why the other shore flowers bloomed for him."

"The Lord of the Land said that because Zhang Cheng is a nobleman, and the nobleman has noble aura, the flowers on the other side will bloom when he sees the joy."

"Zhang Cheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions."

"Follow the Lord of the Land, and the two of them will walk to the other side of the Naihe Bridge along with the other dead souls who have passed on the Naihe Bridge."

"All the way, the Lord of the Land also told Zhang Cheng a story about the flower of the other side."

"The Lord of the Land said that there were no Bana flowers along the Wangchuan River originally, and Bana flowers are a species in the world. It's just that in ancient times, there was a doctor who collected medicine. When he was dying, the last flower he picked was Bana flowers, and the seeds of Bana flowers were buried. Holding this doctor in his hand, he followed the posthumous doctor all the way through Huangquan Road, passed through the city of Fengdu, and arrived at the bank of Wangchuan River."

"Grandma Meng on the bridge saw the flower seeds in the doctor's hands, so she told the doctor."

"Your life is over here, but you can't take anything else with you when you go forward. You might as well keep the seeds of the Bana flower here, and you can see the Bana flower blooming when you pass here again in the future."

"So, the seed of the Bianhua flower fell on the bank of the Wangchuan River. Meng Po, use the water of the Wangchuan River to water this seed, and this seed will take root and germinate on the bank of the Wangchuan River. The flowers are dry and the flowers are blooming, there are no other plants besides the Bianhua on the bank of the Wangchuan River, so the Bianhua gradually blooms all over the bank of the Wangchuan River."

"It is said in ancient times that when the flowers on the other side of the Wangchuan River bloom, the souls of the dead on the Naihe Bridge will stop and look at them. Through the flowers on the other side, they can express their last ray of reluctance and grief for the world. The Meng Po who gave Meng Po Soup at this time I will not rush, and I will look back at the flowers on the other side of the river."

"But the flowers on the other side bloom only for a moment, and soon the flowers will wither and wither, and start another cycle."

"The blooming flowers on the other side have faded. Zhang Cheng and Land Lord continue to walk on the Naihe Bridge."

"It's like what the land master said to Zhang Cheng before, when he walked on the Naihe Bridge, he only felt that the Naihe Bridge was flat and wide. On the bridge, the bridge was not as long as it looked at the bridge head, and it seemed that he had not walked for a long time. can pass through.”

"However, Zhang Cheng can also see that those walking in front and those walking behind have to lean against the side of the Naihe Bridge, walking precariously, some are walking staggeringly, staggering, and there is a dead soul who almost passed the side of the Naihe Bridge. fell into the Wangchuan River."

Hearing this, the little girl's eyes became a little nervous again,

But still looking forward to watching, listening to her father telling stories,

"That's it. Zhang Cheng followed the land master to the place where Po Meng gave soup, and stopped."

Hearing the little girl here look up,
But there is another strange problem,

"Father, Po Meng has been giving soup on the bridge, will it be boring, lonely, and uncomfortable?"

Hearing his daughter's question, the man couldn't help being stunned again,
Children's focus is different, like when he is watching, the focus is mainly on Mengpo soup,
"Probably not. There are dead souls passing by on the bridge from time to time, and they can still talk to other dead souls from time to time, right?"

The man was not sure, so he just answered her daughter like this.

"No, no, the passer-by just said a word or two and left, and then they were never seen again. Po Meng has no one to accompany her!"

"So every time the flowers of the other shore bloom, she will also watch it, because she sits there, and it is only interesting every time the flowers of the other shore bloom!"

The little girl said it with certainty.

I heard the man froze for a while,

Is there still this saying?
But it seems to be quite reasonable.

"...Well, my baby is right. But Po Meng is a god, and gods should not be too afraid of being alone."

"That's it,"

The little girl sat back on the stool and nodded.

Then he raised his head and looked at his father, with anticipation in his eyes,

She still wants to hear the next story,
But looking at his daughter's expectant eyes,
The man is a little bit numb,

Because... the author of the dog wrote this paragraph,
After that, it's gone!
For the follow-up, we have to wait until the dog author updates tomorrow.

"...Cough, honey, let's stop here today, shall we? Let's continue tomorrow."

"Ok."

The little girl looked a little disappointed, but she nodded anyway.

It's been so long,

She probably understood it too, it wasn't that her father didn't want to continue talking to her,
It's the person who wrote the story who didn't finish it.

Hey... why don't you write a little more in the day of writing the story, and finish it.

Little people, big troubles.

……

"Pioneering film and television screenwriter: Congratulations to Mr. Ji's new book success!"

"Clumsy and uncommon:..."

In the room, Ji Zhuo was facing the computer, originally planning to send the written script to Pioneer Film and Television.

But looking at the news from the screenwriter,
Why do you want to procrastinate for no reason?

"Clumsy and Uncommon: I have already written a few scenes of the adapted script of "The Shepherd Boy Searching for Immortals", please send it to you.

Pioneer Screenwriter: Alright, please excuse me, Mr. Ji.In fact, Mr. Ji does not need to worry, the script can be polished slowly. "

Pioneer Film and Television is another animation after "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals",
Adapted script of "The Shepherd Boy Seeking Immortals",

In fact, compared with the original text, there are very few places that need to be adapted.

The Shepherd Boy Xunxian itself is very suitable for animation.

"Clumsy and Uncommon: "The Shepherd Boy Searching for Immortals" One or Two Scripts.docx"

Ji Zhuo didn't say a word, and just threw the script over,
The screenwriter over there was not in a hurry, as soon as Ji Zhuo sent it, it instantly showed that the other party had accepted it.

"Pioneering screenwriter: Mr. Ji, then I will hand over the script to the animation production team.

Pioneer screenwriter: When the PV and other productions are produced, I would like to ask Mr. Ji to give some opinions at that time. The animation production team still values ​​your opinions.

Clumsy and extraordinary: ah. "

When it comes to the script, Ji Zhuo is much more peaceful than the novel.

After replying to this message, Ji Zhuo ended his communication with this pioneer film and television screenwriter.

Stretching out his hand, he turned off the computer.

Ji Zhuo got up and was about to go back to the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, the computer was turned off, and the phone rang again.

Still calling.

one look,
Still an unknown number,
Maybe it was a scam call, then raised his head to look at the sky outside the house,

It's getting dark, and now all the scammers are so dedicated?
Ji Zhuo picked up the phone.

"Mr. Bugong, I am old money from Huating Science Fiction Publishing House."

Good guy, as soon as the call was connected, before Ji Zhuo could answer, he heard Editor-in-Chief Qian's voice on the other end of the line.

Previously, most of the contacts between Ji Zhuo and Editor-in-Chief Qian were chatting in Penguin, and they basically never called. However, there is Ji Zhuo's contact information at the publishing house.

"...Editor Qian, it's so late and you haven't got off work yet?"

"Not yet, they're all gone, and I'm working overtime here. I'm really sorry for bothering you, Mr. Bugong, at such a late hour."

"It's all right."

"Mr. Bugong, congratulations on your new book becoming a hit."

"It turns out that "Night Tour in Fengdu City" is also your book. I was still reading this book a few days ago, wondering if someone in your waistcoat wrote it."

"As expected, you wrote it, Mr. Bugong. I couldn't put it down after reading it. I saw the latest update in one breath, and I read it several times."

Ji Zhuo: "..."

It seems that everyone around him has to deliberately emphasize this matter to him,
"Editor Qian is being polite."

"I'm not being polite. I've read it several times. The descriptions of hell are so realistic and detailed that it makes people sweat like they're actually there."

"..."

"Is there anything wrong with Chief Editor Qian?"

"It's not a big deal, just read Mr. Ji's book... there should be a physical publication, or... choose our publishing house to publish it?"

"..."

"This book is still being serialized."

"It's okay, our publishing house doesn't pay much attention to this, it's serialized online, as long as it's serialized, it doesn't delay publication."

"..."

These words made Ji Zhuo silent,

Did I mean this?

probably.

Ji Zhuo was silent for a while, and the editor-in-chief Qian on the other end of the phone seemed to have realized that he was a little anxious.

So say again,
"It's okay, I just called to ask Mr. Bugong, Mr. Bugong, you should think about it first, after all, we have cooperated before. Our publishing house is quite experienced in running your books, Mr. Bugong. No Mr. Gong, if you are willing to choose our publishing house to publish, the royalties can still be divided according to the previous ones."

"If Mr. Bugong, you are not in a hurry to publish it now, we can talk about it after your book is finished."

"Well, let's talk about it later."

"Okay, Mr. Bugong, you rest first, and I won't bother you."

"Editor Qian is being polite."

Ji Zhuo hung up the phone and paused.

"Night Tour in Fengdu City" will definitely be published later.

However, he has not yet decided which publishing house to choose.

Just when Ji Zhuo was thinking about it,
The phone that I just put down in my hand rang again.

"Hey?"

"Mr. Ji, I'm Lao Tao from Modu Publishing House."

Good guy, the opening remarks are the same, as expected of old friends, you guys.

"... Editor-in-Chief Tao is for the publication of "Night Tour Fengdu City"?"

"Hey, yes, I just want to ask Mr. Xia Ji if you have considered publishing this book... Did Lao Qian call you? Their publishing house has experience in publishing science fiction novels. How can publishing such novels make any difference?" experience..."

"...By the way, I almost forgot to congratulate Mr. Ji, your new book is a hit."

"..."

I thank you.

(End of this chapter)