"The road has become twists and turns, and we are almost there..."
Chen Yue had just started writing, and Chen Bo had doubts in his heart. The content and text of the novel written in front of him were completely different from the current one. There was no highly concise wording and sentence making, but everything was displayed straightforwardly. When he saw "I", Chen Bo was even more stunned.
The previous doubts were instantly resolved, and I knew that all of this was "my" mental journey.
"I" was in the mountains, chasing the footsteps of a group of buskers. The dancer gave up her seat and turned the cushion over, giving "me" the dry side.
"I" walked with the busker. The dancer served "me" tea, but she spilled it. The dancer danced for others at night. Listening to the noise over there, "I" felt uneasy.
The dancer was innocent and simple. She saw "me" while taking a bath, got up and said hello to "me".
"I" saw the sleeping posture of the dancer, and played chess with the dancer. The dancer was too focused, and her head was about to rest on "I"'s chest, and then left shyly. The dancer wanted to listen to the story, but "I" was limited, so she Made up some stories for her.
This is an adaptation made by Chen Yue. It was originally an ordinary reading. Chen Yue adapted this. One is to make this character closer to Chen Yue himself, making it more believable. The other is also in line with the adolescent's desire to express himself in front of the woman he likes. Perfection, and the desire to brag.
This also made Chen Yue's "I" feel like a paper tiger when he finally missed the dancer, and he didn't know how to be frank with the dancer.
What follows is the rush, the dancer combs the dog with a comb, and "I" hear the dancer talking to the woman, saying that "I" am very good.
When we arrived at a town, the people there did not want buskers to enter the village, so "I" led them in as a scholar.
The "dancing girl" wanted "me" to take her to the theater, but when the invitation was made, the dancing girl's mother refused.
Finally saying goodbye on the boat, after leaving far away, I saw the dancer waving something white...
"I cried.
In the end, Chen Yue wrote: This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time.
Chen Bo watched Chen Yue writing without stopping and finishing this thing in one go. Of course, he didn't know that Chen Yue had a "script". He just changed things that didn't fit the background into Taiyuan's background. Chen Bo thought of all this. It's Chen Yue's past.
Especially when the dancer praised "I" as a truly good person, "I" was thinking about the weird temper that I developed as an orphan...
This orphan nature made Chen Bo feel that Chen Yue was really suffering.
"Yue'er, I've really suffered a lot from you these past years."
Chen Bo said with emotion: "Our old Chen family doesn't have much wealth, and dad also wants to fight for future generations..."
Then he worked hard to confiscate his family and exterminate his family, and he was also skinned and planted...
Your starting point is very good, but it is recommended not to start.
Chen Yue put away the manuscript and kept writing the novel of more than 10,000 words. This was not an easy task, but Chen Yue himself had enough energy and was exercising his body recently. In addition, his thinking was smooth, and he had recently studied with Chen Bo. Many things, the understanding of this world gradually became clearer, so there was no Kavin.
Therefore, within an hour, Chen Yue could submit the manuscript.
When we reached the pavilion, candles were lit everywhere, and many officials were still here, scratching their heads and scratching their heads, painstakingly constructing the plot, but everything Xiangxiang asked for made them feel like they had nothing to write about. .
"I'm here to deliver the manuscript!"
Chen Yue handed the manuscript to Xiangxiang.
"Didn't you leave?"
When Shen Yong saw Chen Yue coming back and handing in the manuscript, he immediately felt like he was stabbed in the back. This man said on the surface that he was leaving, but he was hiding in the dark and working hard quietly. Instead, he was here, watching many officials. Everyone is scratching their heads, but he knows a legend and can rewrite it. From this, he becomes a brother to the officials, writes quietly, and prepares to amaze everyone.
But Chen Yue gave him a heavy blow at this moment.
He is not the only one who works hard quietly!
"hehe."
Chen Yue smiled: Am I going to tell you that they used "Kunwu Green Bamboo Picture" in exchange for my one shot?
Shen Yong looked at Chen Yue's smile and became more and more unhappy. He buried his head in writing and secretly swore in his heart that when he got the chance, he would teach Chen Yue a deep lesson!
"Master Chen, please come here."
Xiangxiang invited Chen Yue to a place, asked him to sit down, and served tea. Then he picked up the manuscript and handed it over.
Chen Yue looked at Xiang Xiang's back and felt that just the final "This feeling can be remembered later, but it was already lost at the time" was enough to win.
What's more, these aristocratic families have strict upbringing, and they probably have never experienced such things as first love.
In the study room in the backyard, Xiangxiang brought the manuscript up. Among the crowd, Guan Luoluo took the manuscript, and a group of women immediately gathered together to read the contents.
"Huh?"
As soon as they read it, everyone noticed that the writing on it was very different from before. As they continued to read the text, they realized that all this was the voice of "my".
"Is this Chen Yue's own experience?"
Guan Luoluo said in surprise.
There are no first-person novels these days, so when they saw the first-person novel, they were amazed, and they understood why the narrative in the text was so straightforward, because the voice of the heart was so simple and straightforward, and the information they saw did not After choosing words and sentences, they come to mind.
"Dancing girl?"
The woman "I" chased made them feel very surprised. As the text described, they also saw the dancer living at the bottom. "I" entered the tea shop to take shelter from the rain, and the proprietress inside pulled "I" inside. They warmed themselves by the fire and saw each other off before leaving.
When the dancer arrived in a town, the buskers were told to stay away first.
The contact between "I" and the dancer was about love and not politeness. In this contact, the dancer was very frank and sincere, while "I" was quite false. The identity of the scholar was completely empty. So I had to make up a story to deceive the dancer.
From then on, when the time came for the two of them to go to the theater, the dancer was rejected by her mother, and "I", a paper tiger, could only miss it and cry while listening to the faint drumming in the night.
During the final farewell, "I" couldn't even open my mouth for the comb I wanted, and the dancer waved her handkerchief only after she was far away.
"This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time."
After reading the whole story, Guan Luoluo felt a sense of sadness in his heart for no reason, as if in the words, he had become one with "me". Facing the dancer's sincerity and his own falsehood, he had no way to face it, and in the end he could only leave. .
"It seems that even with the presence of the dancer, Chen Yue will not be tempted by the girl from the east wall."
The woman with a timid voice seemed to have discovered something and said.
The girls were silent again.
