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Listening to the man's words, Zhou Yang also asked with some doubts.

"You have been writing for such a long time, so what exactly do you want to write?"

The man did not answer Zhou Yang's words, but just muttered to himself.

"No, no, this setting is wrong. What does it feel like to ride a roller coaster when people are in the most terrified situation?"

"What kind of sentence should I use to describe this emotion? It's still wrong."

"Why is it so difficult to write, why can't anyone provide emotions and ideas, I just need to describe it."

Listening to his own muttering, Zhou Yang's eyes lit up.

Just provide emotions and ideas, and leave everything to him.

Isn't this a complete cheating artifact? You know, my mind is full of plots, but I just don't have the writing skills and time to describe all these things.

Is this person sent by God to help me?

Seeing his distressed look, Zhou Yang also spoke out.

"You mean you can write it as long as someone gives you the plot, right?"

Since someone was paying attention to him, the person immediately responded.

"Yes, that's right, as long as you tell me the plot, the character's personality and the general direction, I can write it all."

Hearing this, Zhou Yang naturally wouldn't be polite, and immediately began to recall the plot of a movie in his mind.

He sorted out all the content in his mind before he spoke.

Three minutes later, Zhou Yang simply said a fragment of the content.

Seeing the man writing furiously, Zhou Yang smiled.

If he is really like what he said, then he really picked up a treasure.

You know, there are countless excellent works in his mind, and most of these works have not even been published yet.

The shortest one needs to wait for a few months, and the longer one even needs a few years.

Just waiting for the vacuum period of these works is enough to make many movies.

Yang Mi, who was standing by, also looked at him with some doubts: "Is he really that amazing? What you just said is at best an idea. Can he write a complete story with these things?"

Zhou Yang smiled and shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know now. Everything will be clear after he finishes writing."

Originally, Zhou Yang thought he would have to wait for him for at least an hour, but he didn't expect that he would hand the book to Zhou Yang after just half an hour.

His eyes were still very excited: "See if it's the same as you thought."

Zhou Yang took the book and flipped through it, and his mood became excited as he flipped through the book.

Although the overall situation is still a little different from what Zhou Yang remembered, it can basically be said to be almost the same.

As long as it is slightly modified, it will be a perfect script. Zhou Yang looked up at the man.

"How did you do it? Those things are just an outline at most."

The man gently stroked his glasses. Although the lenses were thick, he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

"I have loved reading since I was a child, and I can basically read ten lines at a glance. I am 32 years old this year, and I can say that as long as there is a book published on the market, I have read it."

"After reading books for so many years, I also had the idea of ​​writing a book five years ago, but in five years, I never know what I should write. As you can see, all I have written is just the beginning."

When Zhou Yang said this, he was also stunned. In five years, he only wrote a few hundred words? How high is the requirement for himself.

The man also said: "During this process, I also had a question. What kind of book is truly perfect?"

The man also fell into deep thought and continued after a long time.

"After that, I started to imitate him, but I still haven't learned anything. So I started to wonder if I am not suitable for writing books now?"

"Another idea also began to appear in my mind. Will there be such a person? He is responsible for providing ideas and concepts, and I am responsible for writing them out until I can write a perfect book."

After he finished speaking, Zhou Yang finally understood it. Isn't this a complete paranoia?

In five years, he didn't even write a beginning, just because he felt that it was not the perfect book in his mind.

In the end, he even came up with a bad practice method of letting others think about the ideas and writing the content by himself.

Now Zhou Yang really wants to open his brain and see what is in it.

Zhou Yang looked at hisA pair of eyes that had been rejuvenated: "You have been riding a roller coaster just now. Do you also want to write a book? What kind of beginning requires a roller coaster?"

"In order to pursue the perfect novel I want in my heart, I have been studying how to write the beginning. Until half a year ago, I suddenly discovered the place called the amusement park."

"I found that this place is full of different emotions, there are separations, reunions, happiness, pain, and even healing emotions. This is simply a perfect place, and it is also the beginning that my perfect novel must have."

Now Zhou Yang is more and more certain that the man in front of him must have some mental problems. Although Zhou Yang can understand what he said, his behavior is really too abnormal.

Seeing that Zhou Yang stopped talking, the man asked anxiously.

"I told you everything about me. So are you willing to be that person? The person who provides me with ideas, when I write a perfect novel, I will write your name in the column of the second author."

Zhou Yang frowned slightly, and couldn't help but lower his head to think.

Although the person in front of him is indeed the most perfect candidate in his mind, and can help him present many excellent works again.

But is there really no problem with his mental state? And the perfect novel he mentioned, will he really spend his whole life to realize this unrealistic fantasy?

After thinking for a long time, Zhou Yang slowly raised his head.

"I can promise you, but you have to promise me a few things."

The man didn't even think about it, and responded: "Of course no problem, as long as you provide me with ideas and let me continue to write novels, I have no problem with anything."

Seeing that he agreed, Zhou Yang then said the conditions he had just thought of.

"First, you need to take an hour every week, and I will see you as a psychologist. You can't refuse, and you must cooperate with the doctor's treatment."