70s: Dressed As a Villain’s Wife

    Xie Mingtu really stunned her.

    The universe soars? Starship? Star Wars? Mech Warrior? !

    Xie Gouzi, who had only read a few martial arts fantasy stories, was stunned that he didn't turn to this one. Su Xiaoman was immediately proud when he saw his confused appearance.

    Su Xiaoman laughed three times in his heart, thinking that he has never seen a few science fiction novels? Did not expect it?

      He might even be able to write sci-fi interstellar novels that he can read instinctively.

    With his professional knowledge reserve, he writes about martial arts and sci-fi mechas in the future universe!

    Su Xiaoman rubbed in his heart and smiled: This thing is a little more difficult.

    I don't know that this Xie Gouzi has been defeated in a few chapters.

    Xie Mingtu blinked: "Manman, do you want to see this?"

    Su Xiaoman nodded: "Yes, I want to see this!"

    "I have also read a lot of your aerospace-related books. I have also read a few of your books, okay?"

    Writing about martial arts and fantasy is still a bit difficult for him, but writing about Star Wars is no problem, how does Manman know that he will occasionally drive a spaceship when he dreams?

    In reality, he took Manman to the suburbs of Beijing for a drive, but in his dream, he took Manman to open a spaceship to jump in space.

    …

    Write this?

    "Mecha Wars?"

    Su Xiaoman saw that he asked such a question, and couldn't bear to embarrass him too much, so he simply gave him a hint, fearing that the science fiction he wrote would turn into **** data, so he quickly told him about the waste Counterattack, face slaps and upgrade routines, as well as all kinds of treasure hunts and encounters with old grandpas, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty.

    Although the mecha is a behemoth, it can also be compressed into the size of a ring. When needed, it will be released from the compressed space.

    Su Xiaoman didn't read many future science fiction novels, just based on his vulgar understanding, he told Xie Mingtu these things, and he didn't know how much he could understand.

    But according to this Xie Gouzi, he already has a lot of ideas, and is now working on an outline, and he can write it out for Manman to see in a few days.

    "Okay, then I'll wait."

    After fooling her dog, Su Xiaoman was very happy, thinking that the current day is really interesting and colorful.

    The sales of "Vancao" are on fire. At the same time, letters from readers are also sent to the "Vancao" magazine like snowflakes. Zhao Qingqing sees such a scene, even more in his eyes Spilled.

    Their "Wanxi" magazine did not have so many letters from readers.

    The "Crawling Grass" magazine received a lot of letters every day, and Liu Pianran also invited them to open the readers' letters together.

    Such an interesting scene, Su Xiaoman naturally agreed to open letters, these letters are like readers' book reviews.

    The three of them sat together to open the letter, Liu Pianran was in general interest, she opened a lot of letters before, "I want to collect some letters from readers, I think these letters are very interesting, I choose Some have come out, and I plan to send them to a few authors."

    "These are the things people like about their stories."

    "The letters from readers are very lovely, and they also encourage our magazine to continue."

    "Come on, come on, read this letter, some readers have drawn pictures for us, it's character drawings, by the way, do we still ask people to draw illustrations for our magazine?"

    …

    Zhao Qingqing opened the letter earnestly next to her, and the more she opened it, the more angry she became: "Why do you say that the level of my writing is low??!!"

    "I've revised it more than twenty times!"

    "Ah, ah, finally a reader likes my article the most, this guy has vision, I have to remember who it is..."

    Zhao Qingqing was startled over there, while Su Xiaoman and Liu Pianran sat on the sofa next to them, shaking their heads with a smile.

    "Your husband said he wanted to write a book?" Liu Pianran asked her curiously.

    Su Xiaoman nodded: "He said he wanted to write, and then I encouraged him, I don't know what he can write."

    Liu Pianran snickered: "Wait to see the masterpiece written by your man, is it a martial arts novel? Or a fairy tale fantasy novel?"

    "Neither." Su Xiaoman shook his head: "It's a science fiction novel. I asked him to write me something about Star Wars, driving a spaceship, etc."

    Liu Pianran: "…"

    "This...that's not bad."

    Su Xiaoman spread his hands: "Maybe he hasn't been able to write a few words, his novel is stillborn."

    Su Xiaoman naturally doesn't have much expectations for his comrade Xiaotu.

    When he was able to write love letters like that, this guy didn't have a little bit of literary and artistic cells all over his body.

    Can this guy write novels?

    He can write experimental data and reports almost as well.

    In a few days, the second half of the "Crawling Grass" was released. Unlike the first half of the month, this magazine focused on emotional novels and wrote about the love between men and women.

    The sales were not as good as in the first half of the month, but they also spread crazy among the girls.

    It's full of tragic love stories.

    Several of them ended in tragedy, which deceived Su Xiaoman a lot of tears. She took the magazine back to Xie Mingtu to read. Xie Mingtu lacked interest and felt nothing after reading it.

    Instead of asking…

    "Why did the heroine die inexplicably?"

    —this is really a soul problem.

    Yes, why did the heroine die inexplicably?

    Su Xiaoman: "…"

    This is because of the ancient popular routines, terminal illness, amnesia, car accident, one-night stand, running with the ball, domineering school bully falling in love with me... Wait, etc., some routines are not available here for the time being Times are popular.

    For example, what kind of car accident, how many car accidents are there now?

    A bicycle accident?

    Can't I bump people into amnesia?

    As for the one-night stand, running with the ball... It seems that we will have to wait for a while, what kind of genius baby, pretty mommy, give birth to a pair of twins and will have telepathy to each other, beep in my mind The package file was telepathically transmitted to his brother.

    These are amazing.

    There is also the theme of traveling through time and space. I don’t know if I write stories about traveling through time and rebirth at this time. Can it become popular in magazines?

    Maybe we will have to wait until the Internet age, when everyone prefers less literary literature.

    Xie Mingtu said he wanted to give her the entire science fiction novel, but he actually did it himself. After working in front of the typewriter for ten minutes every day, he said he had finished it.

    Su Xiaoman is very suspicious, thinking this guy is pretending to be with her in front of the typewriter? She sees other novel writers doing creative work, and she racks her brains every day, and her hair is about to fall out in order to think about the plot.

    And this stinky dog, after typing like this for ten or twenty minutes, he said he had done it?

    "What a perfunctory."

    Su Xiaoman was very curious about what this stinky dog ​​wrote, but Xie Mingtu stopped her and didn't show her for the time being, only said: "The story hasn't started yet, wait for me to write 30,000 words. , I'll show you Manman."

    Su Xiaoman hugged his chest and asked him calmly, "How much do you write every day?"

    Xie Mingtu: "I write 3,000 words a day, no more or less."

    Before typing it out on a typewriter, he had already conceived the text of the plot in his mind, just waiting to write it out with a typewriter, and recheck the content by the way, and this process only took about ten minute.

    Think of adding one more entertainment every day.

    Su Xiaoman thought, you can write three thousand words in ten minutes, why don't you go to heaven? See how long you guys can last? Can he really write a story?

    Su Xiaoman is very suspicious.

    I didn't expect this Xie Gouzi to type for ten or twenty minutes every day, writing his three thousand words, and then continue to feed the pigeons. Xie Mingtu seems to be very concerned about his own novel writing. Not very concerned.

    He is the real master of time management.

    After writing, I would rather hold my daughter-in-law to feed the pigeons.

    And Su Xiaoman can't wait ten days, she is eager to know what Xie Mingtu wrote, and whether this dog man is bluffing her, in case he pretends to be in front of the typewriter every day Walking around and doing nothing to accompany her to play with her daughter, this is the behavior of a super liar.

     Deliberately to whet her appetite.

    Dog Man Dog Man Dog Man…

    On the seventh day, Su Xiaoman couldn't take it anymore, and a little brother coaxed him to let him read what he wrote, Xie Mingtu naturally refused, Su Xiaoman was forced to sign the contract at night After a few expropriation treaties, I got the manuscript written by Xie Mingtu the next day.

    It was the seventh day, and Xie Mingtu also wrote about 21,000 words, which is a lot. Su Xiaoman carefully read a few pages, and she found that Xie Gouzi seemed to be writing a novel in a serious manner.

    Also well written.

    He did listen to Su Xiaoman's suggestion, and wrote about an interstellar poor teenager who roamed the starry sky and collected tattered upgrades.

    The writing is good, the plot is ups and downs, with the blood of teenagers...and there is no urine point in the whole process, the various settings are very hardcore.

    Brother Gouzi does not write hydrology, he writes three thousand every day.

    "?!!!" After reading it, Su Xiaoman not only failed to find a point to ridicule their dog brother, but was also hooked.

    What about the next chapter?

    She wants to see her star boy.

    Su Xiaoman pestered Xie Mingtu to continue writing. He said that he didn't write that much, and only wrote three thousand every day to pass the time. Su Xiaoman really wanted to lock him up and write novels.

    She wanted to coerce and lure this guy into spoilers, but she felt that spoilers would not be as comfortable as reading the original text.

     Heart attack.

    Why did she let Xie Gouzi write the novel in the first place? Now I'm falling into the ditch. I didn't expect that this stinky dog's love story was so incoherent and embarrassing that people would die. Who knew that other stories could still be read?

    Could it be that her lover sees Xi Shi in her eyes?

    Why does she think the science fiction novels written by their dog brother are pretty good?

    Su Xiaoman showed it to Liu Pianran, and Liu Pianran was addicted to it, and quickly asked, "Who wrote it? Is this manuscript also sent to us?"

    This one by one submission, in order to avoid the quality is too high.

    "Writing really well, I didn't expect to be able to write about the future world."

    "I feel a kind of blood boiling when I read it. How come it's only tens of thousands of words, just when I see the key."

    "Sister Xiaoman, who wrote this?"

    Su Xiaoman said coolly: "My man wrote it."

    Liu Pianran was shocked: "?!!!"

    "This is too strong!! Hurry up and let him contribute to our magazine, I think it can be arranged directly!"

    "Next month's journal, we will arrange it for Brother Xie!"

    Su Xiaoman: "?!! Mixing this in a bunch of martial arts fantasy novels? Would it be a bit inconsistent?"

    "It doesn't violate the harmony, it doesn't violate the harmony at all. This is a good story. As long as it is an interesting and good story, it can be on our grass."

    "The wild grass is the most tenacious!" Liu Pianran gave her a cheering gesture.

    "Sister Xiaoman, you have to supervise Brother Xie's contribution. I think the tens of thousands of words are enough for us next month."

    "Then I'll take it first."

    Su Xiaoman: "...I'm worried that he will end up unfinished."

    Liu Pianran: "What?"

    "Anticipate."

    "Believe Brother Xie, Xiaoman!"

    Su Xiaoman also thought to herself, how could she not believe that Xie Gouzi, it is clear that they are planning well now, 3,000 a day, on the way to get off work after the plot is conceived, come back and have ten It takes a few minutes to get it done on a typewriter, 90,000 words a month, and there is no pressure on him.

    That's it, I don't know how long this guy can keep writing?

    Su Xiaoman also printed a few copies of Xie Mingtu's manuscript for Grandpa and Grandpa Guan to see. Good guy, the elders were also addicted to it, which shows what kind of passionate boy Xiaotu wrote. Interstellar travel is really fascinating.

    Read it to Xie Yan and the others. They also like this story very much, so they obediently gathered around to listen to the story.

    Suitable for all ages.

    "Dad, I want to drive a spaceship too!"

    …

    Liu Pianran really planned to add this story written by Xie Mingtu to the next issue of "Crawling Grass", and said that the next issue would be printed with 20 pages, and asked Su Xiaoman for Xie Mingtu's pseudonym.

    "Is it the photo name? Or is it another pseudonym?"

    "Pseudoname."

    Su Xiaoman ran back and asked Xie Mingtu what kind of pseudonym he planned to give him. After Xie Mingtu glanced at her quietly, he said his thoughts seriously:

    —rabbit eating grass.