While talking, the two of them had arrived at the ticket gate. Wu Xia quickly handed the ticket to the conductor. After taking the ticket, the conductor punched a hole in it with a punching machine. He waved to her and the two passed through the ticket gate. We arrived at the train platform outside.
People lined up according to the serial numbers on the platform. After waiting for about 10 minutes, the train finally arrived.
As soon as the door opened, many passengers got off the platform, while people under the platform struggled to squeeze up. The conductor kept shouting: "Don't be crowded, the parking time at this station is 2 minutes!"
When Wu Xia heard that the parking lot was only for 2 minutes, she was a little anxious. According to the level of congestion, she couldn't even get on the bus.
Ding Wenmin didn't expect that there would be so many people. He grabbed her hand tightly in desperation and said loudly: "Follow me."
He protected Wu Xia in front of him, and then pushed her forward hard. In this way, the two of them passed the people who were sending her off one by one, and finally squeezed to the door of the car.
Just then, the conductor started to close the door, and finally at the last moment, the two got on the bus.
Looking at the train that had started moving, Wu Xia patted his chest with lingering fear. If it weren't for Editor Ding's help, he almost wouldn't have been able to get on the train.
After getting on the train, she realized that many people were standing in the aisle of the train.
Ding Wenmin did not let go of Wu Xia's hand and pulled her to find a seat.
Wu Xia asked why there were so many people standing there. Ding Wenmin said: "There are many short-distance trains on this train, and no one has a seat."
Only then did Wu Xia realize how lucky she was to be able to buy a hard-seat ticket. She finally found her seat and saw that there were already people sitting on the seat.
Wu Xia said to the man: "Comrade, this is my seat. Please give way."
The man might have just sat down, but when he saw Wu Xia getting on the bus with a ticket so quickly, he rolled his eyes at her dissatisfied and cursed.
But when he saw Ding Wenmin standing next to Wu Xia, he swallowed the curse again.
Ding Wenmin said to Wu Xia: "Sit down first and I will help you put your luggage away."
After putting away his luggage, Ding Wenmin discussed with the person sitting next to Wu Xia, and the person agreed to change seats with Ding Wenmin, so that Wu Xia and Ding Wenmin sat in the same row.
As soon as I sat down, someone else squeezed over: "Sister, can you let us sit together?"
Wu Xia didn't understand what this meant. When she saw the man sitting in the corner of her seat, she realized that he wanted to share the seat with her.
If you look closely, you can see that many of the seats are like this. There are three people sitting in the original two-person seats, and four people sitting in the three-person seats. What's even more exaggerated is that there are people sitting huddled under the table.
Wu Xia had no choice but to lean in further, otherwise she felt that her butt would be numb soon.
Ding Wenmin saw it and said, "Come closer to me, my place is big."
As he spoke, he moved inside to make room for Wu Xia. Wu Xia moved this way, and their shoulders touched each other.
At this moment, Ding Wenmin felt as if he had been hit by electricity all over his body. He slowly pushed up his glasses and looked seriously at the people around him. His heart seemed to be beating in an instant.
Wu Xia didn't know what Ding Wenmin was thinking. After she sat firmly, she started to find topics to chat with Ding Wenmin.
"Editor Ding, do you think readers of my novel will like it?"
Talking about his major, Ding Wenmin suddenly started talking, and even his tortoiseshell-colored glasses were shining with the brilliance of knowledge.
He analyzed Wu Xia's book from several dimensions. After hearing this, Wu Xia said: "Editor Ding, what you said is exactly the same as my story!"
In this era, there are still very few people writing such stories. Almost everyone still focuses on creating heroic characters, and few people write controversial protagonists.
Ding Wenmin's affirmation of the story seemed to give Wu Xia a shot in the arm. She felt as if she had met a confidant.
"Editor Ding, I have a few more ideas." Wu Xia told Ding Wenmin that she wanted to write about a modern woman who travels back in time to ancient times, with the idea that ancient people worked hard to get rich and gain happy love.
"Write, write, write, hurry up! Even if our newspaper office is not suitable, I can introduce you to other places." Editor Ding perked up when he heard this. A few days ago, his senior sister complained to him that there had been no best-selling book for a long time. Isn’t this coming now?
"I have other things I want to write, please listen to it together." Wu Xia talked about the story ideas of ancient fantasy novels.
Ding Wenmin couldn't close his mouth as he listened to Wu Xia's eloquent explanations of fantasy cultivation systems such as Qi Lianqi, Jindan, Yuanying, and Shenhua. He seemed to have glimpsed magnificent stories of struggle from them.
He had a premonition that this story would be a hit.
"Wu Xia, don't write anything else, just write this! I think this book represents the change of the novel system and has the significance of the times! I seem to be able to see our Eastern culture being sought after by people around the world!"
"Revenge, upgrade, no one can refuse the excitement this novel brings."
After listening to Ding Wenmin's words, Wu Xia snickered. In his previous life, it would have been two words that everyone is familiar with: sense of substitution and sense of refreshment.
This kind of traditional fantasy work can be said to be the originator of Shuangwen novels. Although she thought it would be popular, she didn't expect Ding Wenmin to give it such a high evaluation!
"Come on, come on, I just have a lot of time in the car, let's go through the details of the story together." Ding Wenmin became more and more excited as he talked. He looked at Wu Xia's pretty face and felt that he was already uneasy. There were ripples.
Wu Xia saw Editor Ding's eyes shining. It was rare for her to meet someone who could talk about all her creative ideas without any scruples. Wu Xia also forgot about the unpleasant things she had with Xu Guoping before and started to think about it. The two of them were imagining stories together, and Wu Xia felt as if he had encountered a catalyst.
Editor Ding can make her ideas pop up one after another with just a few words or even a look. If she didn't have a pen in her hand, she would really want to write them all down. You must know that inspiration is hard to come by. If you don’t record it carefully, it won’t take long before everything is forgotten.
"This is for you." Seeing her scratching her head, Ding Wenmin smiled, opened his briefcase, and took out a notepad and pen.
Wu Xia took it without being polite, and then wrote down some of the ideas she had just discussed with Ding Wenmin. After writing, she was going to tear out these pages and return the book to Ding Wenmin. .
Ding Wenmin said: "This notebook is given to you. I think you will need it along the way."
Wu Xia nodded. Indeed, if he chatted with Ding Wenmin all the way, he would definitely record it.
After putting the notebook away, her stomach suddenly growled, and when she looked at her watch, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon. Before she could say anything, Ding Wenmin took out a burrito from his bag.
"Are you hungry? I brought this from home. Eat it quickly."
Seeing Ding Wenmin's warm smile, Wu Xia suddenly thought of Xu Guoping's decisive back, and she felt like crying inexplicably.
