Tong Jizhou, who is still a second-year teenager in his bones, was easily pulled onto the thief ship by the pseudo-child Song Ci, and promised to co-write a groundbreaking crossing cool article.

The outline of the story and the basic character settings, Song porcelain out.

The specific content of the story was written by Tong Jizhou.

The first 30,000 words, Song Ci dictated, Tong Jizhou copied, first give him a sample.

After that, all the manuscripts were written by Tong Jizhou and reviewed and revised by Song Ci.

This straightforward and fast-paced narrative style is very different from the current heavy and dignified traditional literary environment, and Rao is a late-stage patient with middle and second syndrome like Tong Jizhou, who is easy to get hot, is a little difficult to adapt to, and it is quite difficult to write.

"You don't have to be so entangled in text description, you have to get rid of the traditional writing methods you have learned in the past, and pursue short, flat and fast, you will be slapped in the face within 10,000 words, and what you pursue is a refreshing.

Don't be afraid of the old routine, you must know that the affection cannot be retained since ancient times, only the routine can win the hearts of the people!"

Song Ci once again sent back the manuscript handed in by Tong Jizhou, and took the trouble to teach the key.

Tong Jizhou is used to being rejected, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with the latest revised version being sent back, and the acceptance is unusually good.

What is it to be taught a lesson by a milk doll under the age of five, what people say makes sense! And they also give clear suggestions for revision, so that he knows how to change to get through, which is very good.

Unlike the previous editor-in-chief, who always said that the manuscript was unqualified, but did not say where it was unqualified, it seemed that there was no value for revision at all, so that he always had a feeling that all his hard work was in vain.

"I'm guilty of over-describing the environment and psychology again, right? ”

Tong Jizhou took back the original manuscript that he had smeared in a mess, and took the pen again to revise and revise it.

Song Ci took a bite of the sweet big duck pear with satisfaction, lay down comfortably on the small rocking bed, cocked Erlang's legs, looked at the blue sky and leisurely clouds, and hummed a song casually.

Autumn is such a good season.

A quarter of an hour later, Tong Jizhou came to hand in the manuscript again, pointing his finger at the manuscript, and saying which paragraph to take after this sentence.

There was no way, the manuscript was changed beyond recognition, and there was no place to insert new paragraphs, so I had to add a description on the back page.

Song Ci's eyes hurt when he saw it.

It is still comfortable to look at electronic manuscripts, and font layout and modification are convenient and standard, but unfortunately there is still a long time before the popularization of computer networks.

After spending some time reading it, Song Ci agreed:

"This chapter is fine. Take a break and eat fruit. ”

Song Ci is a qualified little host and is very thoughtful.

Tong Jizhou washed his hands, picked up a big Yali pear and took a big bite, sucked the rich and sweet juice, and sighed.

"Finally, I think it's a good job. "Baiyue

Song Ci smiled at him, and his little feet trembled so happily.

As long as she cultivates this one, there will be no shortage of watches in the future!

Tong Jizhou solved a big duck pear in two bites, threw the pear core into the chicken coop, grabbed a handful of dates, threw one into his mouth and clicked and bite.

Looking at the carefree appearance of the little doll, Tong Jizhou couldn't help but ask:

"You write this story yourself better than me, so why do you want to work with me?"

Yo, is this to be praised?

Song Ci raised his eyebrows, put down Erlang's legs, sat down very seriously, and stretched out one of his little paws in front of him:

"Look. ”

Tong Jizhou looked at her suspiciously, and then looked down at the little hand.

Nothing special, just a hand.

The white raw meat is whirring, and there are a few cute meat nests on the back of the hands.

What's wrong?

Song Ci knew at a glance that his thinking had not kept up.

"Do you think I'm a writer? I'm going to write millions of words!"

Tong Jizhou understood, and he was also depressed.

Dare to love because she is tired of writing, so she takes a fancy to him to be a wooden warehouse hand?

Song Ci glanced at him, lay back again, and continued to shake his feet:

"I'm too young to hold a pen. Besides, I have enough homework every day, so how can I have time to write? That's why I want to work with you.

It's not that I want you to ghostwrite, isn't it already teaching you to write it yourself, and you will have to rely on yourself to conceive the plot in the future, you are the first author. ”

Tong Jizhou's expression looked better, and he asked a little unwillingly:

"Then why me?

Song Ci sighed and praised resignedly:

"Of course, it's because you have a talent in this area! You are destined to become the god of new literature!"

This is not a nonsense blow, and Xiaobai Shuangwen is not so easy to write.