The love apartment begins with entering the police station

Chapter 615 Zhao Haitang's Request for Advice
Xiang Yu was free and was putting the finishing touches on Zhang Wei's mural.

Simply put, it is the humanitarian destruction of some paintings.

Zhao Haitang rushed in from the door and said with a smile: "Master, are you painting?"

Xiang Yu was a little confused. Isn't this obvious?
"What's going on?"

Xiang Yu looked suspicious and stared at Zhao Haitang for a few seconds. Generally, people who make small talk have something to say.

Zhao Haitang smiled awkwardly and said, "Nothing, I just came here to take a look."

Xiang Yu stared at Zhao Haitang with a smile, and soon, Zhao Haitang couldn't stand it anymore.

"Well, I do have something to talk to you about."

Zhao Haitang said awkwardly: "Brother Yu, can you please give me some guidance?"

"Ok?"

For a moment, Xiang Yu really couldn't think of what Zhao Haitang needed his guidance on.

"You don't want me to teach you how to chase Dali, do you?"

There was a hint of amusement in Xiang Yu's eyes. This boy has quite good taste.

"No~"

Zhao Haitang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said excitedly: "But if you can guide me to chase Dali, that's fine too."

Xiang Yu put down his paintbrush, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I was just joking, let's get down to business."

Zhao Haitang then confessed: "I want you to teach me how to write a novel. I really admire your writing ability."

"writing a novel?"

Xiang Yu remembered that he had indeed heard Zhao Haitang mention it when he first came.

Looking at Zhao Haitang's serious face, Xiang Yu thought for a moment and then warned: "Writing novels? This business is not easy to get into."

Zhao Haitang's eyes lit up. "I love literature and art very much. My dream is to become a great writer! I aspire to become a writer who wins the Nobel Prize for Literature!"

Xiang Yu thought for a moment and asked, "What works do you have?"

"I often submit my works to various publishing houses. Although I have failed many times, I have never given up literary writing. Alas, I..."

Zhao Haitang looked very confident.

"Hey~ Okay, okay, I got it."

As soon as Xiang Yu heard this, he knew that this guy would probably be defeated over and over again, and would eventually die in failure.

Zhao Haitang said expectantly, "Brother Yu, you are an expert in this area, you will definitely help me, right?"

“Well, I’m not very good at writing.”

Xiang Yu gave an awkward but polite smile.

Zhao Haitang smiled in disbelief and said, "Brother Yu is really a joker. If you can't write a novel, then who can?"

Xiang Yu was stunned for a moment. Although he was somewhat famous, all those were plagiarized.
"Please, Great God, you must help me, you are my admirer!"

Zhao Haitang held Xiang Yu's hand and looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I'm not your admirer."

Xiang Yu pulled his hand out, thought about it helplessly, and said, "Okay then."

Zhao Haitang jumped up and down with excitement.

Seeing this, Xiang Yu took precautions in advance and said, "Let me make it clear first, what I teach you may not necessarily work. It still depends on your own understanding and luck." "Don't worry, I will definitely understand it."

Zhao Haitang was very confident in himself. He took out his novel, then a small notebook and a pen, and looked at Xiang Yu intently.

Xiang Yu took the novel and started reading it, and soon he felt confident.

Although I am not good at reading novels, I am an old bookworm after all, and I know what kind of novels are good.

Xiang Yu said to Zhao Haitang calmly: "Since you insist on letting me teach you, then I won't refuse."

"Before I teach you, first, I want to ask you a question."

Hearing Xiang Yu's words, Zhao Haitang sat up straight and looked at Xiang Yu as if he was testing me.

"Don't be nervous, it's just some minor problems."

Seeing this, Xiang Yu smiled and asked, "You write novels purely out of love, not to make money from it, right?"

"That's right!"

"That's good. Nine out of ten novel writers fail, and the one who signs a contract has to rely on the "minimum living allowance" to survive. If you rely on this to live, you will definitely starve to death."

Zhao Haitang was a little surprised. So miserable? But he still nodded, indicating that he remembered it.

Xiang Yu was familiar with the novel writing industry. Most authors wrote novels part-time because the income was not enough to support their own lives.

"Since you don't need to make money from novels, then there's nothing to worry about. I won't go into details about this. A good novel must have one of the following factors. For example, first-class writing, exciting plot, humorous language, profound thoughts, and novel ideas."

Zhao Haitang said confidently: "I think my writing is very good, and my plot is also very exciting."

Xiang Yu picked up Zhao Haitang's novel and said speechlessly, "If you don't use a bunch of idioms, it's considered good writing. Not to mention your plot, which is very old-fashioned.

The most important thing is that what is popular now is happy stories, and yours is purely a sad story.

It's not impossible for you to write about the return of the Dragon King to make up for the regrets, but if you develop the story in this way, it will seem to make readers angry."

"But isn't regret just abusive writing?"

Zhao Haitang was a little confused. Was the novel he wrote so bad?
Xiang Yu thought for a while and said, "If you want to write about regrets, you can't just write about regrets. You have to write about the playboy who dies because of loyalty, the conspirator who dies because of loyalty. You have to write about the thief who dies because of dedication, the selfish person who dies because of sacrifice. You have to write about the sunflower who dies before dawn, the weed who dies because no one cares about him."

"Awesome, you are indeed a great master. I have to write this down."

Zhao Haitang couldn't wait to start writing.

Xiang Yu turned to Zhao Haitang's heroine,
Pointing to one of the lines in the dialogue, 'Brother, you don't even pay attention to me.'

God knows why Zhao Haitang, a rich second-generation, wrote a green tea character when he was writing about the heroine.

Maybe all the proactive girls around Zhao Haitang are like this?
"Why do you, the heroine of First Love, smell like green tea?"

"Is she a green tea? But I think little girls are like this."

Xiang Yu rolled his eyes mercilessly at Zhao Haitang and explained, "According to what you said, the heroine is a student who has never been in love, so you should write about the candy that the boy prepared for her in his pocket, the light in the girl's eyes when she saw him, the two of them walking side by side under the setting sun, the dedication they made for each other, and the tenderness in their eyes.

If you want to write about this love deeply, you should write about the person who indulges in sensual pleasures but deeply loves only one person; the person who is selfish is willing to sacrifice everything for love;

Zhao Haitang was writing furiously when he suddenly lost his focus and asked, "Then how should I write about Dali and me?"

"You should write about the nonchalance on her face and the turbulent waves in her heart when you passed by her, the evasive look in your eyes when you looked into her eyes, and the chance encounter you looked forward to every time on the way to school."

Just when Zhao Haitang was studying seriously, there was a loud cry from outside the door. The painful sound came through several doors.

The two looked at the door, and Xiang Yu said in surprise: "It seems to be Dali's voice."

Zhao Haitang rushed out immediately without caring about anything else.

(End of this chapter)