You always wonder what you're doing as my Taoist partner

...I have to mention here, I watched Defying the Cthulhu when I was 12 years old, and I am 19 years old this year, and Defying the Cthulhu has not finished it yet.

But at that time, the online articles, Xiaobaiwen and cool articles had to be paved with more than a dozen chapters, which was a small rhythm. Now many book readers basically click to read the first three chapters. No, the previous chapter, once there is no If you find something interesting, just turn it off and look for the next one.

Because sensory stimulation is not fast enough, demand determines supply.

Of course, of course, I didn't say that there is something wrong with this phenomenon, after all... correctness is in the hands of most people.

In the past two years, I haven’t read many online articles, and basically read them from the old authors in the past. So some time ago, I suddenly realized that I have become a remnant of the old era, and the new era has no boat for me.

When I was writing Brother Sword Immortal, I have actually seen quite a few comments, which probably mean that your ancient books are too homogeneous, each book has the same routine, and every hero is like A person can only copy according to himself, which is boring.

I was still surprised at the time, and I couldn't understand it at that moment.

The Junior Junior Brother and the Senior Senior Brother use the same setting and the same system, but they can tell different stories.

Is it really?

At that time, I tried my best to refute and tell them that I also wrote about heroes, I wrote about love, I wrote about many different things, until today I suddenly realized something.

From the moment those words started, I seemed to have to disembowel myself to prove my innocence.

It seems that I have to prove to them that I can write different things, I can write other routines, I can write different heroines, and I can write different stories... Only in this way can I prove my innocence , proving that I don't just write those things.

In the early days, I read the golden age again, and saw the first paragraph again, Chen Qingyang came to Wang Er, trying hard to ask Wang Er to prove that she is not a broken shoe, but Wang Er told her with a smile, since they all said you are a broken shoe, Then you are already a broken shoe, why not just be a broken shoe in their mouth for the sake of our great friendship.

Damn it, I suddenly realized.

Yes, they're right, I really can't write anything else.

I'm really sorry I couldn't do it.

The reason I wanted to refute at first was because I really felt that what I wrote was a completely different emotion, but then I actually doubted myself because of what others said. This thing...is also quite absurd.

What I like to write most is all kinds of exquisite and fun female characters. I used to like sister characters more, but in recent years I prefer Yujie characters, so every book I write is actually about female characters. Ambiguous, regardless of any subject matter, in fact this is the case.

I've always thought that it doesn't matter whether there is a routine or not. If I really want to write a routine, I should go to the outline of chasing my husband's crematorium. After all, the recent fire has to keep up with the trend of the times, but I don't like this routine because of the character's personality. It's hard to avoid templating.

But I just want to write some interesting interactions between male and female characters, and love stories with various entanglements, whatever themes, backgrounds, and routines, in fact, I never cared about it.

As I said before, I don’t like those routines, I don’t read them myself, I can’t compel me to write things that I don’t like, sorry, I can’t do it.

Every Gufeng has a male protagonist selling clothes and skirts just because I want to see more beautiful clothes for female characters to wear, and when I think about the plot, I can have some more interesting pictures, that's all.

Selling clothes and skirts originated from junior juniors. In fact, the sense of presence in the senior brothers is very low, and the sense of presence in this book is actually even lower.

Each book has different female characters, they are very interesting, they have their own character arcs, their own characters and their own ideas. Because of different experiences, people will be different.

The male protagonists in each book are actually different, some scumbags are timid, some scumbags are open-minded, some people are extremely resistant to love, some people are extremely afraid of love, and some feel that life is nothingness, Some are full of hope for life. These are the gaps in the details, which are the real core things for me.

Forget it, I don't want to have a laparotomy, I'm just a broken shoe.

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In fact, I feel that my level of each book is improving. Of course, it may not be the progress that many people understand.

I think I can describe a scene better, I can describe the psychology of a section more appropriately, and I can write more complex psychology of characters, but in fact, this may not be a good progress.

Because... no one has much patience to think about those psychological details.

It is precisely because I don’t want to think about it that I feel that "Riddler" is incomprehensible, and it looks quite tired. I think this is absurd, but it is very reasonable when I think about it.

Reasonably makes me feel sick.

As I said a long time ago, turning a hobby into a career can be cool, but brutal at the same time.

In the past, I really felt that I had lost my enthusiasm for writing books. Part of it was because I felt tired of writing and I had exhausted all the emotions I wanted to express.

How should I say it? To put it simply, if I am a cook, I cook a dish that I think is delicious, and I happily serve it to everyone to taste. Some people think that my dishes are delicious, and I am complacent. On the one hand, I take it for granted, because I also think it is delicious.

But there will always be people who think it's not tasty, but can I blame people who think it's not tasty?I can't, or that would be too stupid.

Because it's just not tasty to them.

It's a matter of course that everyone's taste is difficult to adjust, but I find that I am getting more and more tired of cooking. I try my best to make the dishes more detailed, but what I hear is that the taste of the dishes is the same, and the difference is not bad. I love to make sweet ones, but more people like to eat sweet ones. I think I should seal the spoon and never cook again.

But during that period of time, I almost became a hero when I went to write, and I regained some of my enthusiasm for writing books.

Because I realized again that it’s cool to write a cool story, and someone thinks it’s a cool story, and I’m happy and content.

Later, I wrote Big Brother, and the later stage of Big Brother made me very painful. I originally expected to write 200 million words, but finally wrote 120 million words, which is reasonable and a satisfactory end.

Miss Devil also ended in a simple routine.

After finishing those two books, I actually thought I should take a good rest for a while, but in those few days I suddenly felt like I had nothing to do, and I didn’t know what to do.

I have been writing a book for several years, and it has been more than two days. I update the full attendance steadily every month. This has really become a part of my life, so if I don’t write anything, I always feel that there is something missing. What.

Originally, I wanted to write a No.1 campus story, but that story started with three chapters, and I thought about a lot of subsequent plots, partly because of some hidden factors, partly because I realized that I am now writing Not good for that story.

That story needs to be something more interesting, and I have to experience it, to feel it, so that project was put on hold by me for the time being.

Then I sat in front of the computer and started thinking, what kind of story should I write?

I can’t write about campus now. I just finished writing Miss Devil about urban abilities. I’m not interested in magic. I don’t understand transmutation. .

The rest of the choice is an ancient style.

But I don’t really want to write about Gu Feng, and those who know me know that I don’t like to write about pretending to be slapped in the face. I think it’s too stupid. The less sex, the better, as a single person will lighten the sense of logic of the whole story.

So what do I write?

I thought about it for a long time, thinking of the mood I had when I wrote the old thoughts, I kind of miss the time of the old thoughts.

Mr. Lin An, who lost his ability to love because he tried hard to be loved, I think he is very interesting, so the story has Jiang Xiaoli.

Lin An's plus version.

I always hear the argument that the hero of every book is a person, but how can you ask a person who is full of jade to write about a sunny and cheerful boy?

Now that Jiang Xiaoli has it, what else do we need for the next story?

First of all, you need a big breasted junior sister, you must be cute, you must be able to grow, and you must learn to have a black belly.

There must be a bad girl Yujie.

There must be an iceberg character who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

why?Because I like this type of characters, I write these stories because I like them. The first thing to write a story must be to please the author first, and then to please the readers.

So the story begins.

So I named this story, What are you always wondering about being my Taoist partner.

Well, although I have also seen some of the same comments as the big brother, the same, losing patience, and aesthetic fatigue.

Dialectics is already a very tiring thing for me, and I don't want to do it any more.

... Now everything I have said has entered my blacklist, and I am going to be an ostrich.

I've lost the strength to argue with people, and I've lost my heart. It's not like I used to want to cut my heart out for everyone to see.

It's absurd.

I've always said that low self-esteem and pride are bound together, they're a combined ambivalence, and maybe, I mean maybe, we're all getting impatient.

I always hope that readers, like me, are interested in the same story, have the same understanding of the same plot, have more patience, can accept and think about all kinds of interesting, various details in emotional entanglements , because I'm only good at writing stories like this.

Whether it is ancient style, campus, or city, the reality is the same. The core itself is always discussing what "love" is, but this is the same as the meaning of life. It is something that is not worth discussing at all. We should feel it, not to discuss.

I seem to have always been like this and nothing has changed.

But I have no right to ask the other person to be the same as me, nor have any right to change other people's minds. I am the one who is becoming more and more strange.

The stupid one is me.

I haven't talked nonsense for a long time, I always feel like a clown, pitiful under the light, thinking that as long as I show everything about myself, I can be understood by others, but in the end it will only make people stand on tall buildings and laugh fiercely , Laughing at why you are in Yuyu every day.

But I'm really grateful that I can read this passage to you now.

This is a piece of meaningless nonsense, which contains the original intention of writing this story, and also contains many, many confused thoughts that I am thinking now.

thank you for your patience.

I like this story, I have designed a lot of plots that I find interesting for this story, and thank you for liking such "cookies", "repeating the same mistakes" and "aesthetic fatigue" stories.

It should be Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow when I sent this passage, I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

thank.

Chapter 67 Chapter 66 Evening

Beside Jiang Li is Bai Sheng who is sleeping soundly.

That hour of sword practice consumed too much of her energy, so she slept particularly soundly. Yue Ji also deliberately lowered her voice so as not to wake up the sleeping girl.

Jiang Li looked into her eyes, trying to read something from her pitch-black pupils, but he only saw a cloud of mist. It was obvious that Yueji's joy and anger were written on her face when she was a child, but as she gradually Growing up, she also learned to pretend.

Jiang Li carefully sat up from the bed and came to Yue Ji's side. Before Yue Ji could speak, he stretched out his hand and pulled Yue Ji out of the door. The next second, he turned around and put his hand on the wall. With a push, Yue Ji was pressed against the wall by him.

Yue Ji raised her head and looked at him without blinking her eyes, neither shy nor panic.

"Break into your good business?"

"No, it's just that she was tired from practicing swords, so she fell asleep at my place."

"If you're going to sleep, go ahead and sleep." Yue Ji's voice was cold, she turned her face away, she didn't want to see Jiang Li's mean face at this moment, but Jiang Li approached her rascally, "What did you come to see me for?"

Yue Ji was angry and didn't speak.

Jiang Li moved his face closer and asked, "Are you angry?"

Yueji always felt that Jiang Li's face was getting slapped, she couldn't help but raised her calf, and stepped on Jiang Li's foot when Jiang Li was unaware, luckily she was wearing flat shoes , but Jiang Li still grinned in pain.

Whether it hurts or not, you have to pretend.

With this kick, Yue Ji's anger was half gone, she was not angry with Bai Sheng lying here at the moment, but with Jiang Li's fleeing last night, the two accounts were settled together.

"Mu Bingning came to see me yesterday."

Jiang Li was taken aback, "What is she looking for you for?"

"Knowing that you are injured, and you have to discuss swords with Mu Ge in the evening, do you care about you?"

Jiang Li was a little puzzled, but he quickly thought of the reason, "It's probably because of Bai Sheng, Bai Sheng is her only friend."