Tong Jizhou thought about it for himself and felt that this was very impossible.

"Hey! In this way, the male protagonist still has to hate this young lady to death?"

Song Ci's eyebrows danced:

"That's right! The essence of the emotional line is that there are constant misunderstandings between division and merger, and where does it look good if it is smooth sailing?"

Tong Jizhou nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly came to his senses halfway through:

"You're just for the water word count, aren't you?"

Song Ci blinked quickly, he didn't expect this young man to grow up so fast.

Otherwise, where did he think these millions of words and tens of millions of words came from?

But that can't be said.

"Eh, it's extreme, isn't it? The number of words without content is called water, let's this is a necessary process for emotional development, or the kind that conforms to the law of development of things, the future is bright, but the road has to be tortuous.

Feelings are such a thing, the shelf life is short, and the sweetness will soon be greasy, so you have to rotate the five flavors from time to time to adjust the seasoning, stimulate and stimulate the taste buds, and eat is a truth. ”

Tong Jizhou, who learned to think for himself:

"Isn't that what this is?"

Song Ci looked at him tiredly.

When the child is older, it's not easy to fool.

Tong Jizhou looked at her expression, and knew that he was right again, turning an oil pen and chewing apples, but his eyes were sharp and focused.

"I see. It's just artificially adding difficulties to the male protagonist, so that his life will always be a wave of unsettled waves, right?

The core is the contradiction and conflict, the emergence of contradictions, the resolution of contradictions, the cycle repeatedly, and the cycle repeatedly. I get it. ”

Song Ci looked at his determined look, and really wanted to say, no, you don't understand, what I'm going to say is not this!

But seeing that people have beaten chicken blood, they gnawed down the apples in three or two bites, threw away the cores, took the notebook and went back to revise it, and she couldn't say anything to her mouth.

Zhouzhou wow, what my sister wants to discuss with you is all kinds of bloody routines! What is the divorce flow, waste firewood flow, portable flow, infrastructure flow, infinite flow, she has a lot to say!

But forget it, you can't pull out the seedlings too much, and you have to consider the reader's acceptance.

Don't take too big a step at once, otherwise it's easy to talk nonsense.

Let's wait until I finish reading his revised version of this version.

Song Ci didn't bother Tong Jizhou, who was writing hard, after drinking a bowl of rock sugar pear, he rubbed it down, sent the bowl to the stove room to wash it, and went to the toilet again. classic

She was thinking about what to do next, when suddenly her uncle Song Chunqing ran back.

"Song Ci, your telegram. ”

Song Chunqing ran a little panting, stuffed the telegram to his little niece, and then nervously watched her open it.

"What's the matter?"

Song Ci swept his eyes, handed him a short telegram, and at the same time informed:

"It's me Mr. Qiao. He led the construction team outside, and met a fellow villager's daughter, who seemed to have a problem with her brain. I heard that I know acupuncture, and I plan to bring someone back and ask me to take a look. ”

Song Chunqing read that the telegram said that this was indeed the case, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that it was too tiring to bend down and talk to his little niece, so he simply picked up the person directly.

"Why didn't he call and say? He sent a telegram, which was very scary, and I thought something was wrong, and I didn't dare to take a breath when I ran. ”

Song Ci took out a small handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his sweat, pointed to the stove and said:

"The milk boiled rock sugar pear soup, but it tasted good. ”

"Then I'll have to drink a bowl. ”

Song Chunqing took his little niece to the stove room, glanced at Tong Jizhou, who was writing vigorously on the small table and stool in the courtyard, and subconsciously lightened his pace.

The uncle and nephew closed the door and drank sugar water, and they were so beautiful that they breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Ci casually chatted with him:

"It's time to install a telephone at home, and it's not appropriate to borrow it from the captain's house to call, and the phone bill is not easy to calculate. ”

Not to mention the expensive phone bill at this time, it is still a two-way charge for receiving and calling, plus the long-distance fee, which is not a small amount, and most people really don't like to pretend to be this thing.

Song Chunqing nodded:

"Yu and Xin are outside, and it is convenient to install a phone. ”

And about this acupuncture.

"Bao'er, what your teacher Qiao said about treating people, you can't just promise him.

This gives people acupuncture, but it is different from pricking a pig, if you don't prick it well, there will be a problem, you can't mess around, you know?"

Song Ci's brain hole opened suddenly.

It's because this pig is not a monster with a backstage in Journey to the West, and no big guy will come to the door when he fights, right?

She bent her eyes and nodded:

"Uncle I know, I don't have a medical certificate, so I won't mess around. ”