Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 401

Because he went to bed early the night before, Zhang Zhong got up early the next morning. After breakfast, he went straight to the study.

The first draft of "Ender's Game" has come out, and he will now spend time revising it.

The weather is good today. Through the glass, the sun shines in, and I can feel a little warmth.

He stretched his head to look around, and there were several children in the community, one of them was fighting with a "weapon", some with a gun, and some with a sword, the gun was the kind of toy gun that held in his hand and made a buzzing sound when the switch was pressed. The sword appears to be a plastic sword.

They were separated by several meters, gesturing to each other.

The person holding the gun seems to think that the gun in his hand really has bullets in his hand, and the person holding the sword seems to think that his sword has sword energy. Both sides think that they can defeat the enemy from a long distance.

Zhang Zhong pushed open the window, and a gust of cold air rushed in, along with the shouts of children.

"Eat my sword, you will be cut by my sword energy."

"No, I dodged and only cut my clothes, biubiubiu!"

Turning over and moving his butt, the child with the sword proudly said: "Haha, I dodged too, your gun is almost out of bullets."

"Nonsense, watch me change the magazine."

……

Zhang Zhong thought it was funny. Nowadays, children of this age usually hide at home and play video games. It is rare for children to come out to "fight" in the early morning like this.

This also brought back his memories, such games were played the most when they were young.

At that time, there were all kinds of gun fights, knife fights, and horse fights.

Everyone had no money to buy a gun, so they used a chopstick and two stacks of paper to make a shell gun, and two people surrounded the house.

Although there are no live ammunition, it is easy to win or lose.

If it's a surprise attack from behind, no one else will see it, so it's easy to say.

If the two sides met on a narrow road and saw each other at the same time, then the competition would be whoever yelled first.

Whoever shouts fast will have the fastest bullets, and there is no such thing as "missing".

With this in mind, Zhang Zhong put "Ander's Game" down, and he suddenly remembered a novel.

"Broken Gun"

Listening to the name, perhaps most people will think it is a martial arts novel.However, in fact, this book has little to do with martial arts.

This is a short story by Lao She, which tells the story of a spear master named Sha Zilong in the late Qing Dynasty.

Sha Zilong used to run an escort agency, but later changed it into an inn.

He claims to be a sharp gun sand dragon, but he hasn't played with a gun in front of people for a long time, so he only picks up a gun by himself at night.

There are many legends about him in the rivers and lakes, most of which are touted for him by his "apprentices".

Sha Zilong has no apprentices, and those who claim to be apprentices and praise him are just trying to use his fame to get involved in the world.

One day, one of his "apprentices" was smashed. In order to get back the spot, the "apprentice" took the smasher to find Sha Zilong.

The people who smashed the scene had two purposes, either to fight Sha Zilong, or to worship Sha Zilong as a teacher and learn the set of "Five Tigers Soul-Breaking Spear".

But Sha Zilong refused, saying that he would neither accept the challenge nor pass on his marksmanship, and even invited him to dinner.

From then on, everyone in the Jianghu thought that Sha Zilong had given up, so they turned to brag about the person who ruined the scene.

Gradually, rumors about Sha Zilong became less and less in the world.

Sha Zilong doesn't care, he just lives a normal life, only at night, he will pick up the gun and play a game by himself, and then touch the gun and say: don't pass it on, don't pass it on.

The story is such a simple story, it sounds like it has no beginning and no end, and there is no explanation.

But Zhang Zhong liked the novel very much.

Since I like...

Zhang Zhong clicked off "Ander's Game", opened a new folder, and wrote "Soulbreaker Gun". Anyway, the text is not long, and it will be finished in a while.

He started to write, and it didn't take him long to finish the story.

But after finishing writing, he was not very satisfied, because the language style of "Broken Soul Gun" is very interesting and has a Beijing flavor.

In fact, Lao She's works are very lively and interesting in language, full of Beijing flavor, and very authentic.

Zhang rewrote this "Broken Soul Gun", the language style is also very easy to escape, but it is still a bit meaningless.

Since he was dissatisfied, Zhang Zhong decided to start to revise it. On the basis of what he had just written, he read it word by word and thought about it.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he found that he couldn't write such authentic Beijing-style articles like Lao She.

A short story made Zhang Zhong suddenly fall into a dead end.

After scratching his head and thinking for a while, Zhang Zhong decided not to deliberately imitate Lao She, but to write in his own way as much as possible.

Then he went back and edited it again, correcting all the parts that felt awkward to him, and now he felt much better when he read it again.

In fact, it is indeed his own problem. The language of the novel "Broken Soul Gun" is indeed very interesting, but its core does not lie in those Beijing-style words.

The heart of the novel lies in the plot.

In addition, the core of the language lies in authenticity, and whether it is Beijing-style or not does not seem to be that important.

After thinking about it, he was about to revise the novel a second time, but his father knocked on the door of the study.

"Son, let's go to the mall and have a look? They're closing this afternoon."

Zhang Chong frowned. He still had things to do at hand, but seeing his father's hopeful face, he nodded, "Well, I'll go down later."

"Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs."

After his father left, Zhang Zhong looked at the revised manuscript, sighed slightly, then got up and went downstairs.

My father waited downstairs while my mother cooked in the kitchen.

"Mom won't you go?"

Hu Huifang heard the voice and shouted in the kitchen, "I won't go, you can just go and see with your dad, I will cook at home and wait for you to come back."

"Well, let's go then."

I followed my father to the sales department of the shopping mall. There were two young people inside. When I saw Zhang Xingjun passing by, they were very enthusiastic.

"Uncle Zhang, you are here, we have been waiting for you." One of the young people said.

Zhang Xingjun smiled and said, "Well, I'll bring my son over to have a look."

"Okay, uncle, brother, sit down for a while? I'll make you a cup of tea. Do you smoke?" The young man took out his cigarette as he spoke.

Zhang Zhong waved his hand, "I don't smoke, so I don't drink tea. Let's go and see the shops."

"Okay, then I'll take you there, Xiao Li, you watch at home, I'll take my uncle and elder brother there, and I'll be back in a while."

The storefront was next to the sales department. He took Zhang Zhong and the others around twice, and all they saw were small storefronts.

"Brother, there are only a few shops left in our shopping mall. Don't look at the fact that there are not many businesses in it now. When the movie theater upstairs and the big supermarket downstairs open next year, the popularity will increase immediately. Now the shopping mall is doing business. For activities, a store only costs 12 yuan, let me tell you the truth, we have already held an internal meeting, and the price of this store will increase to [-] yuan at the beginning of next year, if you book it now, it is equivalent to directly earning [-] yuan."

(End of this chapter)