I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 332 Storytelling

"Brother, are you writing a novel, can you tell me about it?"

"I'm writing, I'm writing."

At night, under the pavilion in the community.

The little chubby started playing games there, and there were two children squatting behind them watching with their hands on their legs.

After the little fat pier finished playing the game, the other two children ran away.

The little chubby who raised his head came closer to Ji Zhuo again, asking with some expectation in his eyes.

Ji Zhuo slumped against the pillars of the gazebo, taking advantage of the cool, and didn't even bother to move, which was a standard answer.

"...Hey, the dog author's new book has not been released recently, and the ABC's new book has not moved, and there are no good novels to read."

"Brother, can't you tell me about the novel you wrote? Don't worry, I will listen to it and forget it when I turn around, and I won't tell anyone else."

Little Fatty looked at Ji Zhuo expectantly.

Ji Zhuo glanced at Xiaopangdun again, then shook his head.

"No."

"Hey... that's fine."

Little Fatty felt a little regretful, and picked up his phone again to play there.

The two children who ran away just now wandered back for some reason, propped their legs up again, and squatted behind the little fat pier to watch in a low voice.
Ji Zhuo was still leaning against the pillars of the gazebo, sitting and paralyzed.

Just like before, nothing has changed.

until late at night,
Little Fatty and the two children left one after another, and went back to their respective homes.

Ji Zhuo leaned against the quiet gazebo, blowing the night wind,

Looking at the bright night sky in the city, let your thoughts diverge.

It seems that ABC's new book has some ideas.

He turned his head and looked at the shadow of the street lamp on the ground next to him.

……

"Why isn't Xu Zihao here?"

Finished typing ahead of time, until noon.

Today Ji Zhuo went to the Guangming Welfare Institute again.

The refurbishment of the orphanage has been completed and it looks stronger and newer than before.

But Ji Zhuo seems to have come at the wrong time,
Xu Zihao, who was most familiar with Ji Zhuo, was not there, and many other children were also absent.

Ji Zhuo asked casually.

"Xu Zihao went to school...and Zhang Xiaofeng...and..."

Before waiting for Aunt Ai from the orphanage to answer,
When the children playing in the yard heard Ji Zhuo's words, they scrambled to speak one after another.

Aunt Ai looked back at the group of hairy children, then turned her head and smiled, and said aloud,

"It's just going to school. The orphanage didn't give them the conditions to attend classes. Xu Zihao and the others are studying in a school for the blind."

"Not to mention how well they learn, at least they can understand Braille and know more common sense. It will be much easier for them to live in the orphanage after they leave the orphanage."

Auntie said out loud,

"Today happens to be the time when the school for the blind is in session. I guess I won't be able to come back until the afternoon."

Ji Zhuo nodded when he heard the words, and didn't say anything more.

"Xiao Ji, help me look after these young children. I'll go to the kitchen to see if I can help. It's time for lunch. Xiao Ji, you probably haven't had lunch yet."

"Okay. Haven't eaten yet."

"Let's have two bites together then."

Aunt Ai walked towards the back kitchen of the small cafeteria of the orphanage,

Ji Zhuo was still in the yard, looking at the group of young children,
I moved a stool under the tree next to the yard to sit casually,
The little kids who were still playing around on their own naturally approached Ji Zhuo one after another.

"...Brother Ji, do you want to continue telling the story today?"

A child asked expectantly.

"speak."

Ji Zhuo responded, and quickly, all the children gathered in front of Ji Zhuo,
Either squatting or sitting, looking forward to looking at Ji Zhuo sitting under the tree, and then calm down.

"Then let's continue with Shi Sheng's story?"

"Hmm...Brother Ji, just listen to Shi Sheng's story..."

"Shi Sheng, Shi Sheng..."

The children talked one after another.

"it is good."

Ji Zhuo responded with a smile.

"In other words, after accepting a new apprentice last time, Shi Sheng took a group of apprentices and continued to move forward, spreading his master's prestige and orthodoxy to Xiniu Hezhou."

"After walking for more than ten days, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. The earth is like a scorching furnace, scorching those who walk on it."

"Because of such a hot temperature, the land gradually loses moisture. It looks like there is no growth in the area of ​​a hundred miles. There is only yellow sand everywhere. When the wind blows, it will be covered with yellow sand and heat waves."

"The wind is scalding hot. When it comes into contact with people, it's like steam from a hot pot. It hurts people."

"Although Shi Sheng is powerful and has great supernatural powers, he is not afraid of this, and his apprentices are all goblins or gods, and they are not afraid of this. But Shi Sheng is still curious, why is this here?"

"Is it a desert? I heard that the desert is full of yellow sand, there is no water, and it's still very hot!"

A child listened carefully and asked loudly.

"Yes and no. When we started to move forward, there was a desert full of yellow sand, but further on, the desert turned into a scorched earth burning with inextinguishable flames. The ground was covered with scorched earth, and there were raging flames burning all over the sky."

Ji Zhuo smiled and said to the group of young children.

Come here today, in addition to telling stories to these hairy children, look at these hairy children,
Ji Zhuo also wanted to find inspiration for a new book,

He was always very relaxed with these kids,
Inspiration also sprang out.

And these little kids sometimes have some wild ideas, which will also bring some inspiration to Ji Zhuo.

The group of hairy kids listened carefully again,

Ji Zhuo continued to talk like this,

"Shi Sheng, I asked an apprentice to ask a local person, and the local person said it.

This place is called Huoyan Mountain, and it gets hotter the further you go.

It's because, ah, there's a Hanba sleeping in the middle.

Legend has it that Hanba is a god, immortal, and has supernatural powers. Wherever he walks, the land will be covered with red land, and the land will be dry, and the ground will turn into scorched earth and ignite hot flames. "

"Can't she control it?"

"No."

"Then she is pitiful."

"Yeah... Shi Sheng also felt that Han Ba ​​was pitiful, so he wanted to save Han Ba... He first tried to let his white dragon apprentice to rain, and see if he could extinguish the fire around Han Ba."

"...and then..."

"...Finally, the fire on Hanba's body was restrained, and the surrounding land was no longer affected by Hanba. The Bailong began to recover gradually after it rained,"

"Hanba has also become the apprentice of the stone man Shi Sheng... Shi Sheng led a group of people and continued westward."

"...Xiao Ji, it's time to eat!"

"...Okay. Alright, let's go eat."

"Eat, eat...Brother Ji, can you continue telling us stories after eating?"

"Hmm... what kind of story do you like more?"

"... there are gods, there are monsters, especially... very powerful stories."

What kind of story is a particularly powerful story.

"Brother Ji, the story you tell is also very interesting! It's very nice!"

Another child said,
Then the other children rushed to express their approval, and the deaf child followed suit after seeing the gestures made by the person next to him.

Ji Zhuo couldn't help smiling when he looked at the group of young children.
"is it?"

"Alright then, I'll tell you later in the afternoon."

"Okay! Thank you, Brother Ji... Thank you, Brother Ji..."

In the voices of this group of hairy children.

We finished our lunch.

in the afternoon,
Ji Zhuo followed the story in the morning and told the group of hairy kids a while,
Did not stay until the evening, and left.

Since the last time I sent a manuscript to the editor-in-chief of Al Press,

A few days have passed.

These days, until this morning,
In fact, Ji Zhuo has already finished writing the "ordinary" chapter of "The Ordinary and the Great",

When I go back, I will send the manuscript to the editor-in-chief of Al Publishing.

(End of this chapter)