I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 79
The gentle evening wind blows the lights of thousands of houses,
Disturbing the branches and leaves of the trees under the window.

Ji Zhuo stood by the window of the study, looking out at the night that was lit up by the city lights.

Facing the evening wind that blows from time to time, thinking about the new book.

One day today, I spent a day playing with a group of children in the orphanage. I listened to some unrestrained words of the children, and felt the way of thinking of the children's antelope hanging horns.

He also has a lot of ideas about the story to be written in the fairy tale of the new book.

He actually wanted to write a Chinese-style fairy tale, and hoped that this fairy tale would have more traditional elements rather than a Western style.

It is best to add something from traditional culture as the subject matter.

But when Ji Zhuo thinks about it carefully, he finds that Chinese-style 'fairy tales' are often presented in the form of 'horror stories'.

For example, those horror stories that are told to children often contain some truths and philosophies.

But if the fairy tale of the new book should be written in this way, wouldn't it be written as a horror fairy tale?

For example, as the plot progresses, the heads of the protagonists and supporting characters all fall to the ground, rolling all over the ground and talking non-stop... Hmm... Is this thing suitable for children to watch...

But writing this way, why is there an inexplicable desire to create.

Thinking about it, Ji Zhuo shook his head violently.

At most, there are a little horror and shadowy elements in the plot, but the overall story must still be based on fairy tales.

Thinking about it, the style is determined.

Ji Zhuo turned his gaze back from the window, and walked back to the desk.

The computer is still on, but the screen is off.

Sit down again, touch the mouse with your hand, and the screen lights up.

Ji Zhuo paused for a second while facing the coding software that was still on the homepage.

His hands were finally on the keyboard.

"The Story of a Shepherd Boy Cultivating Immortals"

Ji Zhuo typed out the title of the new book.

Looking at it myself, I am a little dissatisfied.

This name seems to be a fairytale, but there is always an unconcealable rushing temperament... It is because Ji Zhuo thinks he is ugly.

What is that called?

"A Shepherd Boy Around the World? "

"The Journey of a Shepherd Boy"

It doesn't seem very nice.

Add some Chinese style?

"The Shepherd Boy's Journey to the Universe"

"Shepherd's Getaway"

It seems okay.

It's better than calling "Shepherd Boy 1".

Hmm...it doesn't seem to be much better.

shook his head.

Ji Zhuo temporarily gave up struggling with the title of the new book.

Randomly marked "Shepherd Boy" and created a new book,

A new blank chapter has been created.

"And then the introduction."

"Drink the dew of magnolia in the morning, eat the fallen flowers of autumn chrysanthemum in the evening, and sleep in the tree of phoenix trees at night...

The shepherd boy in Xinghua Village is determined to find the fairy in the world after communicating with the cow.

Along the way, he passed the Kingdom of Ants and the Kingdom of Clouds. He pointed out the direction for others, and others also pointed out the direction for him... It turned out that everything was the test of the immortals.

(This is a fairy tale.)”

Ji Zhuo typed on the keyboard, paused a few times from time to time, then pressed the Enter key fiercely, and wrote this introduction in a revised way.
He has never been exposed to the subject of fairy tales before, and he has rarely even read some famous fairy tale novels.

I am a little unfamiliar with the use of words and sentences.

But after thinking about it, there is no need to deliberately pursue a style similar to the sentences in fairy tales.

Just write in your own style.Anyway, long fairy tales each have their own style.

His fairy tale novel should be a medium-length novel in his expectation.

It is about the same length as "Seven Days of Hell".

The plan is to serialize it on the website of Feimo Novel for a month or two at that time, the writing is almost published, and then a wave of systematic wool.

For published novels, the system calculates the current period from the time of publication and sales,
For online serial novels, the system starts counting from serialization and ends when the book is finished.

I have serialized and published this again, does it trigger a system bug?
But think about it, no matter what you do, the rewards given by the system are only for one period.

At most, when the system requirements are not met, the incentive payment can be extended for another two months.

In fact, my behavior of serializing and publishing at the same time increases the risk.

However, the results of publishing or serialization are better, or the sum of them has exceeded the mission goal.

The matter of encouraging money fell through again.

But can fairy tale novels do well in serialization on the Internet?

Impossible.

Even if it is really unexpected, with a small probability, something so out of the ordinary,

Ji Zhuo just...forget it, anyway, both pros and cons are making money.

Both pros and cons have a system to back them up.

He has let himself go.

That is to say, there is no psychological pressure, otherwise he has written three online novels before, at most one of them can be regarded as the author of a published novel,
Nor can I come to write fairy tales.

"……call."

Shaking his head, he let out a long breath.

Ji Zhuo suppressed many complicated thoughts.

Put your hands on the keyboard and start writing this new book.

"... Xinghua Village. After the crisp spring rain, the grass sprouted again on the hillside.

More than a dozen farm chickens and ducks were pecking on the ground, and a sheep and a cow were also on the hillside, moving slowly along the hillside, eating the grass on the ground with their heads down.

The cow shook its tail from time to time, and its clean fur gleamed slightly in the sun.

"pat..."

Under a tree beside the hillside, a shepherd boy grazing cattle and sheep, was awakened from his sleep by the dew dripping from the branches and leaves between his eyebrows,
He hurriedly opened his eyes, looked at the cows and sheep, heard what he said, and counted the chickens and ducks, and he was relieved.

Last night he played with the children of the squire's family, and he could only get home to sleep very late. This morning, he had to go out to herd cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks again. He was really sleepy, so he fell asleep under the tree.

Fortunately, the old cow listened to his words, did not leave, and kept an eye on the chickens and ducks. "

"... Meh!"

"...moo..."

When the cattle and sheep saw him wake up, they made noises towards him one after another.

The shepherd boy patted the dew and grass seeds on his clothes and pants, stood up and walked over.

"...Shepherd boy, are you awake?"

"Sorry, I was asleep."

The shepherd boy could hear the cattle and sheep a long time ago, but other people in the village could not.

The old cow mooed, and in his ears was the voice of an old man who was always tired,

The bleating of the sheep, in his ears, was the voice of an aunt.

Hearing what the shepherd boy said, the old cow wagged its tail and then shook its head.

"...Shepherd boy, can you let me go? Last night, I heard that the house had discussed eating me."

"...you are an ox in the plow, and they will not eat you."

"I'm too old to plow. They'll sell me for a younger cow."

There were muddy tears in the old cow's eyes.

The shepherd boy was very sad, but he couldn't do it. He only grazed the cattle for the master's house, and the cow did not belong to him.

"...Then why didn't you leave when I fell asleep?"

the shepherd boy asked sadly.

"If you don't let us go, we'll always be animals in the pen."

"Moo..."

"Then where can you go?"

The shepherd boy was even more sad.

"...I can go back to the forest. I can also go to find 'Xian'"

"Xian?"

"Yes, Xian, Xian has magical spells, he can make me young again, and make me a human too. Just like you."

"Xian has all kinds of magical abilities and knows a lot of magical knowledge. He can fly in the air like a bird and swim in the sea like a fish. I can learn from him, so I don't have to cultivate land for others."

"...Then can he give me enough to eat?"

"Yes, immortals don't need to eat. But the place where immortals live is a magical fertile soil, where many delicious fruits and food can grow."

"...Have you ever seen 'Xian'?"

"No, but I know that he is in a far, far away place. As long as I set out, I will find him one day."

"Then I'll go with you."

"Then you ride on me."

"Sheep, do you want to leave with us?"

"Me... No, I need to eat more grass to grow some hair."

that's it.

A shepherd boy who used to graze for others,

Riding a very old cow, we left the hillside of Xinghua Village together.

The journey of seeking immortals began.

……

Ji Zhuo revised and revised the opening chapter of this new book,
Because it is a fairy tale, many complicated logics are ignored.

A fairy tale does not need too many things, just tell a story well.

"call……"

Crackling the keyboard like this,

Ji Zhuo reluctantly wrote Chapter 1 of this fairy tale.

Looking at the contents of Chapter 1, Ji Zhuo was quite satisfied and nodded.

"...Well, let's stop here today. Rest!"

As soon as the computer was turned on, Ji Zhuo stood up, touched the phone next to him,

Began to drink up the penguins with relish, and read the novel.

……

"...The two novels of Epoch Coincidence, "Resuscitating Cthulhu" and "Seven Days of Hell" have been published in traditional and simplified versions of various online shopping malls."

"Just right, "Seven Days of Hell" just won the Galaxy Award. Send a tweet to the homepage and promote it."

"Ok."

……

"Hey……"

"...Yun Qingmu, why are you sighing?"

"I'm bored enough that you're always sighing next to me."

Yun Qingmu's house.

Yun Qingmu was paralyzed on the sofa in the living room, wearing pajamas, holding a mobile phone,

I'm bored, I'm going to die.

Yun Xinxin next to her put the laptop on the coffee table and was still working overtime at home.
The whole person seems very irritable, even anxious.

"...Ah! How dare these authors write such a thing and post it!"

"... Is there a possibility that they feel that they have written quite well."

Looking at Yun Xinxin's frenzied appearance,

Yun Qingmu, who was paralyzed on the sofa, glanced and said aloud.

The frantic expression on Yun Xinxin's face froze, and then she fell into silence.

Then she became very calm, and continued to flip through her editorial background and Penguin mailbox without making a sound.

"...Are you alright?"

Seeing her younger sister's appearance, Yun Qingmu was a little worried.

"It's okay. It just feels like your feeling might be right."

Yun Xinxin said something expressionless, then paused and continued to scroll down,

Just hook up the computer.

Turn off the computer, no need to read those submitted novels of various fineness and quality,
She breathed a sigh of relief, the whole person was much more relaxed,

"What about you, Yun Qingmu, why are you sighing here?"

"The dog author doesn't publish new books for half a day, and there are no novels to read. The new series are not good recently. Headache."

Hearing what Yun Qingmu said, Yun Xin cast an annoyed glance at her,
"Oh, then maybe you can go out, see the sun, travel."

"……talk later."

Yun Qingmu was paralyzed on the sofa, only feeling that she is a useless person now,
then……

"Huh? "Seven Days of Hell" won?"

Yun Qingmu, who was scrolling through the novel app in boredom, suddenly stopped,
She saw that there was a new recommendation on the cover recommendation of the novel she started reading.

"Congratulations to "Seven Days of Hell" for winning this year's Galaxy Awards for Best Online Science Fiction."

With her eyes lit up, Yun Qingmu clicked in.

After clicking in, it is the special page of the dog author's works.

From top to bottom, there are three novels by the author of the dog and the editor's recommendation,

At the same time, there are also physical book purchase links for "Resuscitating Cthulhu" and "Seven Days of Hell".

Yun Qingmu glanced at it, and clicked the link to buy the physical book first.

I bought both books, and at the same time I was thinking about one thing.

There should be an awards ceremony for the Galaxy Awards.

The dog author has won an award, so he will attend!

Did the dog author show up?
As Yun Qingmu thought about it, she became a little excited,
Let me see!The 'ugly face' of the author of this dog,
Damn broken chapter dog, the dog author, won't open a new book for half a day!

let me see what you look like!

There should be a video of the Galaxy Awards ceremony on the Internet,

After all, such a big award.

Thinking about it, Yun Qingmu directly opened the broken station and started searching.

Then I found the entire video of this year's Galaxy Awards Ceremony directly on the website.

I glanced at it, and the playback volume is not very high, only a few hundred thousand,

There are quite a few comments, more than 1000.

Most of the comments in the comment area mention the dog author,
Although in the field of science fiction, the status of dog authors is far inferior to that of other winners,
But compared to popularity, popularity and number of readers, it's really hard to say.

Before Yun Qingmu clicked on the video, she glanced at the comment section.

"...The author of the dog is actually quite handsome! It's just devoid of conscience!"

"The author of the dog is still here to accept the award, where is the new book! Where is my big new book?"

"...I can't figure out why the author of the dog is so handsome!"

"...Ah, I met the author of the dog last night, just as handsome as in the video! If you want to ask me where I met, I can only say...in a dream!"

"...Is this dream of yours serious?"

After reading these comments about the author of the dog,

Yun Qingmu's eyes lit up again,
It seems that the dog author really showed up at the awards ceremony?

Judging from the comments, the author of the dog looks like a dog...

Yun Qingmu thought about it, clicked on the video,
Then after reading the beginning, just follow the barrage airborne progress instructions,

Dragging the progress of the video to the moment when the Galaxy Award for the Best Network Science Fiction Award was presented,
That is when the author of the dog appeared,
"...Due to some reasons, the candidates for this Internet Science Fiction Award did not come to the awards ceremony."

Although the author of the dog did not go to the scene to accept the award,
But the way the video is connected doesn't affect Yun Qingmu seeing the dog's author's face in the video at the moment,
It was even quite clear.

is very handsome,

Especially when the author of the dog was full of confidence and delivered his acceptance speech,
However, this face is not too familiar.

Yun Qingmu watched, then kept narrowing her eyes,

"Ji Zhuo..."

From the white teeth, Yun Qingmu squeezed out these two words.

The author of this dog turned out to be Ji Zhuo!

this moment,
Yun Qingmu couldn't help thinking of many pictures in her mind.

When You Ji Zhuo first recommended the novel "Clumsy and Uncommon" to himself,
There are times when my novels are not popular because of the coincidence of the era, and when I ask Ji Zhuo for chapters.

When Ji Zhuo didn't want to let himself know the name of the novel he wrote,
Ji Zhuo once said that he sometimes read novels written by dog ​​authors.

And when she praised the dog's author for a good novel in front of Ji Zhuo!
then think,

Yun Qingmu clutched the phone more and more forcefully,

His eyes gradually narrowed, and his white teeth were clenched tightly!

Just staring at the familiar face who was still talking in the video,

"...Yun Qingmu...Sister...I feel a bit murderous...Are you alright?"

Yun Xinxin next to her seemed to feel that something was wrong with the atmosphere, she turned her head and asked aloud.

"It's okay...hehe."

Yun Qingmu squinted her eyes, without turning her head, she was still looking at Ji Zhuo in the video.

Then the white teeth clenched tightly, more and more forcefully.

I said, why does it feel wrong!The author of the dog, the coincidence of the era, clumsy and extraordinary, Ji Zhuo!

This scene made Yun Xinxin beside him watch more carefully,

She shivered, and then... moved a little farther away from the sofa.

(End of this chapter)