I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 74 Ji Zhuo Tells a Story

"Editor: "Resurrecting Cthulhu" and "Seven Days of Hell" have been found by the publishing house for publication, probably in the near future, and will be available on various shopping websites in a few days."

"Edit: At that time, the website will give you a recommendation, and you can also send a single chapter recommendation."

"Clumsy and uncommon: OK, thank you boss."

"Editor: Well... by the way, the Galaxy Awards ceremony will be on the [-]th of this month. Don't forget to attend it then. If you don't have time to go, save some time then and give your acceptance speech via video link Just do it."

It's nothing more than the editor is so sure that Ji Zhuo's "Seven Days of Hell" will win the award.

The main reason is that Ji Zhuo was selected for the Galaxy Award for Best Internet Science Fiction Award, except that his book can barely be regarded as science fiction.
The other few books are purely picked from fantasy novels to make up the number.

And it is unlikely that there is any shady.

Because there is a title in front of the Galaxy Award, which is called 'Starry Cup'.

"Clumsy and uncommon: OK, boss, I should just connect via video when the time comes, I don't really want to go."

"Edit: OK, the website will help you communicate."

Ji Zhuo sent a message back to the editor.

Just like what he himself said, the old book is finished, and the new book has not yet been opened.

He actually has time, but he just doesn't want to go.

Because he and those who write science fiction are not in the same circle at all,
When the time comes, someone else is meeting science fiction writers, and he is out there.

I don't know anyone, and I haven't even heard the names of a few science fiction authors.

To save time and embarrassment, I simply didn't go.

The Galaxy Award, which has only emerged in recent years for the Best Internet Science Fiction Award, is a bit embarrassing in itself.

What's the matter, science fiction published on the Internet is not science fiction?It has to be counted separately...

……

"Editor: That's fine, you're busy.

Clumsy and Uncommon: Okay, boss, you are busy. "

Chatted with the editor for a few words,
Ji Zhuo was not in a hurry to post any chapters of novels that were about to be published.

Instead, put the phone away.

It was noon and the sun was just right.

It's early summer, the sun is warm and not very poisonous.

When Ji Zhuo received the message from the editor, he was about to go out.

He is planning to go somewhere today.

But first you need to find a store to buy something.

After tidying up and putting on his shoes, Ji Zhuo went out.

……

"...Pack up those clothes for me."

"... Could you please help me get those boxes of toys... Thank you."

Those who pack small bags come out of a mall.

Ji Zhuo hailed a taxi on the side of the road, and stuffed the things he bought into the car a few times.

"Hey, young man, buy such a thing, for relatives' children? Are you going to leave relatives?"

"That's right. Master, go to the Guangming Welfare Institute."

"Okay. Sit still."

……

"...Hey, Xiao Zhuo, you're here."

When we arrived at the Guangming Welfare Institute, a group of blind or deaf children had just finished lunch and were playing in the yard.

Ji Zhuo came in with big and small bags,

Aunt Ai, who was looking after the group of children in the orphanage, saw Ji Zhuo, her eyes lit up, and she walked up to him.

"... Aunt Ai, I said I would come again, why don't you just come and see these children."

Ji Zhuo stayed here for a few days before and when he left, he said that he would come to see these children again when he had time.

Naturally, I have to keep my promise. Now that the old man has finished writing, if he is free, he will come and have a look.

"...You come here as soon as you come, why are you bringing so many things, you transferred so much money when you left last time, you..."

Aunt Ai looked at Ji Zhuo's big and small bags, which were both toys and clothes, and couldn't help but say.

Ji Zhuo just took a look, or heard the movement, or saw a group of hairy children who also greeted him,

He shook his head at Aunt Ai, motioning her not to say such things in front of the children,
Aunt Ai understood, but turned her head and smiled again at the group of children.

"...Xu Zihao, listen, who is here?"

"...Brother Ji, Brother Ji..."

Aunt Ai squatted down and asked a boy who was also walking over with a blind stick,
During the few days when Ji Zhuo was a volunteer in this orphanage, he got to know this kid best,
But before the boy Xu Zihao could answer, other children shouted beside him.

"It's Brother Ji, Brother Ji!"

Xu Zihao was also a little excited, shouting happily.

"Yes, it's me. I promised to come and see you again. I didn't break my promise, did I?"

"no!"

Ji Zhuo smiled and said to these children,
Several children responded loudly.

"...I brought you some presents, you can take what you see who likes it, don't fight over it."

"Thank you, Brother Ji."

"Thank you Brother Ji Zhuo, thank you Brother Ji..."

A group of hairy children cheered happily, and some aphasic children were also excited.

Ji Zhuo put down the big and small bags in his hand, and let the children divide them up.
Aunt Ai and several other aunts in the orphanage took care of these children, and talked to Ji Zhuo from time to time,

"...These children are really happy to see you coming."

"Xiao Ji, have you eaten lunch? Auntie Ai will cook another bowl of dumplings for you if you haven't."

"Eat, eat."

"Then Xiao Ji, you must stay and have dinner before leaving, and you can also play with this group of spearhead children by the way."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

"Thank you, thank you. I thank you. Last time you transferred the money, it was a great help. The account of each money is recorded, and I will show it to you."

"No need, Aunt Ai, I have given all the money to the orphanage. You can arrange how to spend it yourself, and you don't need to give me any explanation."

"That won't work, then all the money you give is donated to these young children, so every money has to be spent on these children."

"I believe in you, Auntie."

"Then... that's fine... By the way, last time you transferred such a large amount of money to the orphanage, it didn't have any impact on your life, you..."

"It's okay, Aunt Ai, I have money."

When Ji Zhuo left last time, he transferred 20 yuan to the orphanage.
For him now,
Not much money, but he is a man who loves money.

"...Well, Xiao Ji, then go talk to the children, Xu Zihao asked you a few days ago..."

……

"...Brother Ji, Aunt Ai said you wrote novels, can you tell me a story?"

"Okay, let me tell you a fairy tale."

After playing with the group of children for a while, Ji Zhuo sat down under the shade of a tree by the courtyard,

A few familiar children next to him were either squatting, or sitting and following him.

The boy Xu Zihao seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and said to Ji Zhuo expectantly.

Ji Zhuo responded, and when the other children heard Ji Zhuo's promise, they all turned their heads and looked at Ji Zhuo full of expectation.
Facing these hairy children who turned their heads or looked expectantly, Ji Zhuo thought for a while,

Just made up a story.

"...Legends. In another magical world. It was still in ancient times, and there were four continents."

"They are Luzhou in the north, Buzhou in the south, Hezhou in Xiniu and Shenzhou in the east."

"Dongsheng Shenzhou has Aolai Country. There is an island in the vast ocean to the west of Aolai Country. It is called Penglai Island. There is a big rock on the highest mountain on Penglai Island."

"One day, the Penglai Island was shaken, and the big rock suddenly exploded, and then something popped out from it. Guess what it is?"

Ji Zhuo babbled nonsense, and then asked the child next to him.

"I know, it must be a stone man!"

Xu Zihao next to him said loudly.

"...Yes, it is a stone man. But this stone man looks like a small man, and then he grows when he sees the wind. In a few minutes, he grows into the appearance of an eleven or twelve-year-old child."

"Well, probably Xu Zihao is as old as you."

These words made the children next to him more interested, or propped their chins, or listened carefully with their ears sideways.

"...Why did a child pop out? In other words, this stone was originally a stone left over from the heavenly gods when they patched up the sky. It was called a spirit bead. It fell on Penglai Island and was bred by the essence of the sun and the moon. The doll has been conceived for 300 years before this little doll finally pops out of the stone."

"This little doll, as soon as he came out of the stone, he stepped on two rolling rings with fire burning on them, called Hot Wheels, and held a gun in his hand, called the Red Tassel Gun."

"...Dragon King in the sea, he came over to take a look when he saw such a big movement on the island. Then he saw the hot wheel under the feet of this little doll, which was on fire, how strange it is, I just thought it was a treasure, and I wanted it... This little doll was ignorant and didn't understand, and was about to be deceived. At this time, another person came from Dahai, a Taoist priest, and a god who has achieved success in cultivation ...this fairy..."

Ji Zhuo met the expectant eyes of the children next to him,
Just messing around with such a story.

It seemed to be interesting, and every child listened with gusto.

"...How about this story? Is it good?"

"...It sounds good, it's so interesting, Brother Ji, let's continue talking!"

"...Let's talk about it next time, Aunt Ai is going to rush to eat."

"...Eat, eat, eat..."

"...Xiao Ji has worked hard for you, and helped take care of these children for another afternoon."

"...It's okay, I'm quite relaxed when I hang out with this group of kids."

(End of this chapter)