I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 167 Let's talk about the dog author
"...I didn't expect it to be a happy ending."

"I thought it would end like the last book "The Bird in the Cage"."

In the house, the old man finished listening to the ending of today's update of "Night Tour Fengdu City",

After a pause, he said with a smile.

"Uncle Yu, do you remember the ending of "The Bird in a Cage"?"

"Remember, that kind of ending is to jump out and poke your heart every now and then when you think about it."

"When I read this book, I was afraid. If there is another ending like that, I really can't bear it at this age."

"But this novel is a myth. A myth. It should have a happy ending. This ending is also very mythical."

"Then this time the author can be regarded as a good person."

"yes……"

……

"Aqiu..."

"Ji Zhuo, did you catch a cold?"

"It's okay. I've just finished this novel, and someone is talking about me."

"It's only now that someone is talking about you, your finale, and your new book."

After eating in the restaurant, Ji Zhuo and Yun Qingmu left the restaurant,
Now they were walking along the road, Ji Zhuo didn't mention going back to each house, and Yun Qingmu didn't leave either.

When talking about the new book, Yun Qingmu raised her head and looked at Ji Zhuo again.

"Don't read it, I've said it all, the new book hasn't been written yet, so I can't tell it."

Ji Zhuo said angrily,
Yun Qingmu let out an 'oh'.

"By the way, why are you following me? I'm almost home here, why don't I call you a car?"

The restaurant where we ate today is just outside the community. Ji Zhuo walked a few steps forward, and he was almost in the community.

Yun Qingmu heard the sound and looked at Ji Zhuo again.

"Why, do you want to go up and have a cup of tea? It's okay, my bed is quite big."

"???"

"Drink you big-headed ghost."

Yun Qingmu said something angrily first, then the expression on his face changed,
Moved closer, looked at Ji Zhuo, and asked expectantly,
"By the way, do you have a manuscript for a new book at home?"

"..."

"I'd better call you a car."

……

He sent it back in a taxi to Yunqing Musai, who was obsessed with his new book,

Ji Zhuo returned to the community where he lived.

Walked to the gazebo in the community, sat down again,
Blowing the cool night breeze, I also thought about some things about the new book.

Before that, he actually thought about one of the two new books that he wrote successively.
This time he intends to write a work on serious subjects,

Now that there is some money in the bank card, Ji Zhuo feels that he may be inflated, and wants to pursue some literary pursuits.

It's not because books with serious subjects are easier to rush, absolutely not.

It is by no means that selling hundreds of copies of most serious books is enough, absolutely not.

...Forget it, I also have this kind of thinking, but it doesn't hinder his literary pursuit.

He already has some ideas for new books on serious subjects,
Even the title of the book was drawn up, and it was called "Seven Sins" (Note 1).

As for the subject matter of the other book, Ji Zhuo was a little hesitant.

If you only think about making money, on the surface this book is for earning royalties,
Definitely should write a topic that is easy to explode... But Ji Zhuo feels that his grasp of the market, how much, probably, may be a little problematic.

Although... editors, readers, everyone seems to think he's fine.

But Ji Zhuo still felt that there might be some problems in the process...

Hey……

Ji Zhuo sighed,

Looked up,
But found another figure in the gazebo,

He quietly walked up to Ji Zhuo,
He was holding a piece of cake, holding a spoon, and eating it spoon by spoon.

"Brother, it's you, are you broken in love, sit here and relax?"

Little fat pier, you can really talk.

"Eat less cake, be careful not to move."

"Don't talk nonsense, I can eat all three pieces of cake, and this is the second one today, how could it be so hard that I can't walk."

"Although I call you big brother, you can't slander me."

Standing in front of Ji Zhuo was the fourteen or fifteen-year-old chubby guy he had met before, and he didn't know when he came.

"Do I mean that?"

Ji Zhuo felt a little tired when he heard it, and leaned against the pillar of the gazebo.

"Oh, brother, you mean I'll be fat?"

Little Fatty was not too polite, and sat down on the bench next to Ji Zhuo.

"But I'm not fat either."

Hearing this, Ji Zhuo couldn't help but look at the chubby little face,

You call this not fat?

"...Look, brother, how much do you weigh?"

"More than 130."

"more specific."

"130 eight."

"Look, I'm only 130, and I'm two catties less than you, big brother. How can I be fat if you're not fat?"

Guys, is that the way to go?

You just reached the position of my chest, and you are two catties lighter than me, which is quite proud.

"...Besides, my grandma also said that I'm not fat."

"Well... not fat, at most it will crush the bed."

"What? Want to read novels again?"

Ji Zhuo didn't quarrel with Xiaopangdun about his weight anymore, and asked casually,

"How is it possible, brother, am I the kind of person who reads novels on other people's mobile phones every day? I am always polite."

"..."

"It's Saturday, I got my phone."

While talking, Xiao Pangdun touched his mobile phone in his pocket and shook it at Ji Zhuo.

"... I have also read the dog author's update today."

"The author of the dog finally had a conscience today, and he even made a bigger ending in one breath."

"As far as today's update is concerned, it should be updated for at least three days in usual times. It's a pity. This is the end."

"The dog author is really short and small."

The little chubby pier was talking, sighed, and ate another mouthful of cake.

"..."

Ji Zhuo listened, silent again.

"...You said that it takes more than half a month for the author of the dog to open a new book, and the new book is opened, and it takes less than two months to update it."

"Let's write a novel, it's only about [-] words... hey..."

"Updating two chapters a day, only about [-] words, not willing to add a few words, what a dog author."

The little fat man sighed as he spoke.

Ji Zhuo listened silently,

After the little fat man finished speaking, Ji Zhuo said again,

"...The dog author's book has come to an end, why don't I tell you a story."

"Huh? Brother, can you still tell stories?"

"Yes."

"It's just a horror story, you hear?"

"Listen."

Little Fatty turned his head with interest, ate a few spoonfuls of cake, finished the piece of cake in his hand, and then looked at Ji Zhuo.

"Well...let's start with a nursery rhyme."

"At night, you lie in bed alone."

"I heard children singing nursery rhymes in the living room,"

"What are nursery rhymes?"

"Little baby, looking for mother?"

"Where is mother, mother is under the bed!"

Listening to Ji Zhuo youyou uttering this nursery rhyme, the imaginative little fat pier was already a little scared,

"You feel a little scared, and you can't help but want to look down and look under the bed."

"No, I don't want to."

The little chubby shook his head.

"The bed in your house is a wooden canopy bed. The bed is laid out, and there is a big gap under it. You could still climb into it when you were a child."

"You are afraid, listening to nursery rhymes, getting out of the bed from the edge of the bed, looking down at the bottom of the bed..."

"But I saw someone under the bed..."

She looks exactly like you, curled up under the bed, shivering.

Ji Zhuo didn't say the last sentence,

Afraid to frighten this little chubby,

But Rao Ji Zhuo said half of what he said, and this little chubby face was a little scared.

"Ahem, brother, why don't we stop telling the story. Let's continue talking about the author of the dog."

The little fat pier leaned closer to Ji Zhuo, and said aloud.

Small sample.

But say the dog author...

Why don't we talk about ghost stories.

(End of this chapter)