Chapter 100

Traditional literary works pay more attention to the depth and connotation of the works, so when reading online articles, Luo Xiyu is not used to it, it is too shallow and rude.

Chu Fan was not surprised by her question.

"I can't talk about it." Chu Fan replied.

"Why?" Luo Xiyu didn't understand.

After thinking for a while, Chu Fan said: "Because the original purpose of Internet writers is to serve the current readers, not to record the silhouette of the times for the society and future generations."

Luo Xiyu seemed to understand.

Chu Fan explained: "Traditional literary works have only one purpose, which is to expose darkness and make people think. Although they are positive, many people feel uncomfortable after reading them."

"Yes." Luo Xiyu nodded.

"In this environment, people will want to be relieved, and need less depressing works to fill their spiritual world. Internet literature was born, which is decisive, simple and rude, straight to the heart, and pleasing to the heart." Chu Fan said.

Luo Xiyu recalled the plot and writing method of "I Open a Dungeon for Human Race". Although there are not many words, it is indeed written like this.

It looks very straightforward, but there are not many characters and plots that leave a deep impression, and people may soon forget it, at least less three-dimensional than those characters and plots in traditional literature.

"What does this have to do with being unreasonable?" When she came back to her senses, Luo Xiyu still didn't understand: "You can talk, it's very positive."

Chu Fan shook his head: "People who read online articles, do you think they don't understand reason, do they like to listen to your reasoning?"

"Ah?" Luo Xiyu blinked: "Why don't they like to listen to reason?"

"People who read online articles are either under too much pressure and want to relax, or when they are free, they want to find some entertainment to kill time. They are not here to attend lectures." Chu Fan said.

Luo Xiyu frowned, is that so?

Chu Fan said: "The audience of online literature is that kind of people. If you write too close to life and show the joys and sorrows that logical characters must experience, readers will call them crazy, Wenqing, and then abandon the book."

"So you can't reason, and you can't write tragedies, right?" Luo Xiyu asked.

"Yes, a successful Internet writer must be very clear about readers' preferences. When writing, they will not write what they want to write, but what readers want to read." Chu Fan said: "I used to know a colleague , who wrote celebrity entertainment articles, he was particularly disgusted with some popular songs and celebrities, but in the book, he praised those songs and celebrities. "

"The result?" Luo Xiyu asked curiously.

Chu Fan said with a smile: "As a result, the readers responded very well, and the subscriptions were very high."

"You've worked hard!" Luo Xiyu felt a little sympathetic to the internet writers. She thought it was a freelance job, which was very comfortable, but it turned out that she couldn't release her nature.

"It's not hard work. The threshold for this industry is low, but if you want to rely on it, you need talent." Chu Fan said, holding Luo Xiyu's hand across the road, and went to the commercial street for dinner.

Yunting Mansion.

Chu Ba, who went to work overtime today, drove to pick up his wife who was playing cards with friends and came back after get off work.

"Don't go out to eat if you don't order takeaway tonight. I saw that there are a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator. I will cook." Coming out of the kitchen, I saw my wife come in and change her shoes, and then sat on the sofa without moving. television. " Chu Ba asked.

"The food you cook is not delicious at all. I will go out to eat during the rest." Li Yu watched TV.

Chu Ba said with a heartache: "Cook, or tomorrow you will dislike the ingredients and put them in the refrigerator for too long and throw them away."

Hearing this, Li Yu got up and went to the kitchen to clean the refrigerator.

"How long has this piece of beef been stored?" Li Yu asked Chu Ba when he took a piece of beef out of the bottom freezer.

"Not long, just a few days." Chu Ba replied cautiously.

"Throw it away." Listening to her husband's answer, at least ten days more than a few days, Li Yu threw the frozen beef in the fresh-keeping bag into the basket.

Chu Ba quickly picked it out: "Don't, this piece of beef is worth at least 30 yuan."

Li Yu raised his eyebrows, took it back, and threw it back into the trash can: "Go away, it's been too long."

Chu Ba sighed, Prodigal girls, they spent a lot of time in the province, and they never refused to be generous with me, they picked and searched.

After cleaning the refrigerator, Li Yu left the kitchen.

Chu Ba walked to the basket, looking like a thief, peeking at the kitchen door, thinking about how to dig out the trash can and take back ingredients like beef cubes.

I will not go out to eat tonight, nor order takeaway, I will cook for myself.

But before that, he had to get the dinner money that should have belonged to him from his wife.

When Chu Ba came out of the kitchen, Li Yu had already changed his clothes and said to him, "Go out to eat, and go to the supermarket after eating."

"I don't have any appetite. I just want to eat a small bowl of ramen tonight." Chu Ba's spirit was shaken, and the opportunity came.

"What kind of ramen are you eating at night, and rice and stir-fried vegetables?" Li Yu urged, "Hurry up, change your clothes, and get your mobile phone quickly."

Chu Ba quickly said: "Yuyu, I'm not hungry yet, if I go out to eat a bowl of noodles later, you can transfer 12 yuan to me."

"Don't pull it down, I'll go by myself." Li Yu went to the door of the living room to change his shoes.

Chu Ba hurriedly said, "Transfer the dinner money to me first."

Li Yu took out his mobile phone: "I didn't lose in the card game today, and I seem to have won a little bit. I'll transfer you fifteen."

Chu Ba was overjoyed, and if he saved more money, he could secretly go to the Footwashing City with his brothers to wash their feet.

When his wife went out, Chu Ba hurried to the kitchen to recycle the ingredients thrown away by his wife. He had to finish it before his wife came back, and pretended to go out to eat noodles later.

The gate of Meicheng District.

After playing all afternoon, after dinner, Chu Fan sent Luo Xiyu back.

I didn't watch the movie, I saved it until tomorrow.

The two walked back hand in hand and walked for more than 40 minutes.

But when approaching the gate of the community, Luo Xiyu broke free from Chu Fan's hand, and refused to let him hold it.

Chu Fan didn't mind either, this was the normal thinking and reaction of a girl in first love.

"See you tomorrow!" After sending out the small gift in the backpack, Chu Fan waved goodbye to Luo Xiyu.

"Well, see you tomorrow." After playing all afternoon, Luo Xiyu walked back, but Luo Xiyu was still very energetic and tireless.

I must be in love, although Chu Fan hasn't confessed yet.

Afterwards, Chu Fan hummed a ditty and rode a shared bicycle home.

Back in the community, passing by the children's play area, Chu Fan saw the little girl Doudou again.

At this time, she was sitting on the stone strip at the edge of the play area, and she didn't go in to play, probably because her hand was injured.

Chu Fan walked over, knelt down and asked, "Doudou, why don't you go play?"

"Stomach is uncomfortable." The little girl held up her gauze-stretched hand, very sad.

"Stomach is uncomfortable?" Chu Fan frowned, touched the little girl's stomach, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"I feel like someone is touching my stomach."

(End of this chapter)

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