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Chapter 51 is so well written! (Please read~)

In the corridor of Tongzilou, which is filled with the smell of fireworks, the white walls are covered with oil smoke.

In the crowded corridor, before he even reached the door, he saw Hachiko running towards him, wagging his tail.

Hachiko ran to Chen Shiping's feet and raised his front paws to pull at him, raising his head and barking.

Chen Shiping stretched out his hand to rub Hachigong's dog's head when he saw Tao Huimin coming out of the room and standing at the door looking at him with a red face.

Tao Huimin had two braids hanging down on her chest, and her pretty face was smiling, like a shy flower waiting to bloom.

Seeing this scene, Chen Shiping's hand that was about to touch the dog's head stopped immediately. Hachiko tilted his head and narrowed his eyes to prepare for the owner's touch, but he waited for a long time and didn't get it.

When I looked up, I found that the owner had abandoned it and ran towards the mistress, running faster than the owner!

Hachigong whimpered a few times and looked at Chen Shiping and Tao Huimin hugging each other. They were so bully!

In the warm and tidy single room, Chen Shiping felt warm in his heart as he looked at the table full of dishes. For a moment, I felt that I was quite inhuman.

Hachiko barked at the right time.

Chen Shiping: "." Are you scolding me? Okay, okay, I’ll stew you today!

Tao Huimin looked helplessly and amusedly at Chen Shiping, who was holding the dog's head and struggling, and stretched out his hand to pull him to wash his hands.

In the enamel basin with peonies printed on it, Tao Huimin rubbed her white and tender hands between Chen Shiping's fingers and whispered that he was still competing with a dog for such an adult.

As Tao Huimin spoke, he suddenly stopped washing his hands, sniffed with his small nose, and turned to look at Chen Shiping.

"What's wrong?" Chen Shiping asked doubtfully.

Tao Huimin hesitated for a moment, shook his head slightly and said, "Nothing, just wipe your hands and eat."

Chen Shiping felt a little flustered for no reason, and even when he ate the ribs, he felt that they were not so fragrant.

If he had not gone to Shanghai when he came back from Cannes this time, Chen Shiping would definitely choose to live honestly and get married to Tao Huimin, but now he found that he seemed to really like Chen Hong.

Chen Shiping didn't know what to do. He couldn't see his heart clearly. He was a little arrogant, a little greedy, and a little timid and afraid of losing.

After all, he is just a mortal, with many emotions and desires, and cannot reach the realm of a saint.

"Isn't it to your liking? The pork ribs were not simmered for enough time, so they are not as delicious as before."

Tao Huimin looked at Chen Shiping's lack of appetite. He didn't complain but was annoyed that he didn't cook the food well.

"No, it's delicious!" Chen Shiping picked up a piece of spareribs and put it in his mouth, chewing hard, and the smile on his face gradually grew.

Why are you thinking so much? If you don’t understand, then stop thinking about it. Time will give you the answer.

After dinner, Chen Shiping lay on the small bed, holding up the Palme d'Or trophy and said to Tao Huimin, "Is it beautiful?"

Tao Huimin looked at the trophy shining under the light and said, "Beautiful."

Chen Shiping put the trophy into Tao Huimin's hand and said, "Then you put it away for me."

Tao Huimin looked at the trophy in his hand and said, "I don't have room to put it at home, so I'll buy a bookshelf later."

"Well, you decide." Chen Shiping looked at the ceiling and was silent for a while before suddenly saying: "Xiao Baicai, if I become bad one day, will you still like me?"

"What?" Tao Huimin, who was thinking about where to put the bookshelf at home, turned to look at Chen Shiping and asked doubtfully: "What did you just say?"

"It's nothing." Chen Shiping sat up and smiled at Tao Huimin and said, "I'll take Hachigong for a walk. Please pack your luggage."

"Then go quickly, or Hachiko will call again."

Tao Huimin smiled and pushed Chen Shiping. The smile on his face disappeared after he went out.

Looking at the Palme d'Or trophy in his hand, Tao Huimin was silent for a long time. Finally, he put the trophy on the desk and started to help Chen Shiping pack the luggage he brought back.

After opening the box, the two boxes inside caught her attention. Tao Huimin picked up the boxes and suddenly the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

In one box is a pink crystal necklace, and in the other box is a set of cosmetics. Tao Huimin looked at the crystal shining under the light, and the original resentment in his heart dissipated a lot. He couldn't help complaining: "You wouldn't give it to me with your own hands."

After a while, Chen Shiping came back from walking his dog. He saw the two boxes on the table and said to Tao Huimin with a smile, "Why don't you put them on?"

"What if you gave it to someone else?" Tao Huimin raised her neck proudly and said, "Put it on for me."

Chen Shiping walked over and put the crystal necklace on Tao Huimin's neck. The pink crystal looked particularly beautiful on Tao Huimin's fair neck.

Tao Huimin turned around and looked at Chen Shiping and asked, "Does it look good?"

"Good-looking, very beautiful." Chen Shiping looked at Tao Huimin with some fascination and couldn't help but hug her into his arms.

Tao Huimin felt Chen Shiping's warm chest, and the anger in her heart gradually dissipated. As long as Chen Shiping was not like that Zhang Yimo, he would not care about him.

"I want to write a novel. I need a little inspiration and practice." Chen Shiping suddenly said while holding Tao Huimin.

Tao Huimin listened to the pounding heartbeat in Chen Shiping's chest, blushed and hummed, then he was picked up by Chen Shiping and rolled to the bed.

Hachiko, who was lying on the ground panting, glanced at the two shameless people, raised his paws to cover his eyes and got under the table.

The next day, Chen Shiping got up early and went to Beijing Normal University to attend classes. He had been absent from classes for nearly a month, and now he had to show his face in class when he came back.

As soon as Chen Shiping arrived in class, he was surrounded by his classmates. First they congratulated him on winning the award, and then they asked curiously whether Paris was fun.

Yu Hua also teased and asked Chen Shiping if he had brought any gifts back, so Chen Shiping finally had to agree to treat him to dinner that night before he let him go.

After the small talk, Yu Hua remembered the topic he had talked with Mo Yan that day and curiously asked Chen Shiping if he planned to continue adapting the novel into a movie.

Chen Shiping shook his head and said: "I haven't finished writing the novel yet, and I have no plans to make a movie yet."

Yu Hua immediately said: "It's not your own. There are so many students in the class who have written other people's novels. Have you never thought of adapting ours? Go get a Palme d'Or!"

As soon as Yu Hua finished speaking, the students in the class all turned their attention to Chen Shiping. Although most of the students in the class had not written novels, they could also revise short stories.

Yu Hua continued: "Liu Heng from the literary cadre class next door had his novel taken away and adapted by Zhang Yimo. He is from Xiying Film Studio. He is competing with your Beijing Film Studio. Don't you have any ideas?"

"Liu Heng's "Fuxi Fuxi"?" Chen Shiping was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Zhang Yimou to start preparing Judou so quickly.

Is this going to Venice or Cannes? However, Chen Shiping remembered that Zhang Yimo used Ju Dou to hit Cannes, but now because of his appearance, he wonders if he will change his mind and hit Venice.

At this time, everyone was talking about it. Basically, they had watched "Fuxi Fuxi" and knew the plot very clearly. They were all guessing how Zhang Yimo would film it and whether he would replicate the miracle of Red Sorghum and win the film again. to the grand prize.

Chen Shiping did not participate in the discussion. After thinking silently for a while, he gave up the idea of ​​competing with Zhang Yimou and got down to business by finishing his novel first.

Venice will give birth to the first Golden Lion Award for Chinese-language films this year. There are only two months left. He and Zhang Yimo have no chance, so there is no need to compete for this title.

Chen Shiping sat in the corner and looked at the relationships between the characters on the manuscript paper, thinking about how to reorganize it.

Yu Hua came over and took a look at it and said, "Have you decided on a name for this novel?"

Chen Shiping nodded and said, "I've thought about it. It's called "Red Wall"."

"What's the weird name, a branch of red apricot sticking out of the wall?" Yu Hua asked doubtfully.

Chen Shiping smiled and said: "It's the red wall in the capital, not the red wall of Hongxing, but you can understand it that way."

Chen Shiping's new novel is based on Abandoned Capital, but the background and characters have been replaced by the capital city. It was difficult to continue using the name Abandoned Capital, so after much deliberation, I decided to use the name Red Wall.

If you say which city is the sickest, then Beijing is definitely number one!

Compounds, alleys, and outsiders gather to form urban villages. People who grew up in these different environments are confused and decadent, their youth is chaotic, and their mental illness and pain are far beyond those of the young people in the abandoned capital of Xi'an.

After Yu Hua sat next to Chen Shiping and read the second version of his manuscript, he couldn't help but cursed: "Damn, it's so well written, I'm going to write a long novel too!"

　Please keep reading. There are very few readings and collections now, and there is no hope in Sanjiang. I want to push it forward. There is still a little gap at the moment. I hope everyone can continue to support it.

　　Thank you all adoptive fathers!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)