On the twenty-ninth day of the new year, late at night on the day before Chinese New Year's Eve, Sun Quan, who was coding words in the room, inadvertently looked up, and suddenly saw snowflakes fluttering outside the window, and the snow seemed to be falling quite a little.

He stared at it for a long time before he withdrew his gaze and continued to code.

Although tomorrow is the New Year, but I don't know when he has gotten used to coding words every day, if he is lazy one day, he will have a sense of guilt in his heart, I don't know if this is a cheap bone?

Is it the code word that makes him happy?

Sometimes!

Whenever I write a text that satisfies me, the joy from the bottom of my heart is always so real, and sometimes when I write a happy plot, my face will be unconsciously filled with a smile, and occasionally I can be happy, like a psychopath.

Sometimes, when I am very engaged in writing a tear-jerking scene, I will shed tears while writing.

That kind of feeling, he felt it many times in the years when he hit the street before he was reborn.

Every time he sends out those chapters, he feels a sense of accomplishment when he sees a reader say that he is also in tears.

However, after being reborn, he had a detailed outline of chapters in his hands, and when he wrote an essay, there were fewer moments that moved him.

The reason for this, he also knows.

It's nothing more than that before he wrote sensually, and now he ...... More often than not, he's just a rational codeword.

Emotional writing, the plot moves with your heart, and the words written are often substituted for your own feelings.

Rational writing, on the other hand, is a plot that is listed in advance, such as how many words should have a small breaking point, and how many words should have a big breaking point......

and even how many characters should appear in each chapter and each scene, and what kind of props should appear in a plot......

All of this is listed in advance, from a rational point of view, to figure out the reader's psychology, and then through a specially designed plot, to manipulate the reader's emotional ups and downs.

These are what some authors often call a sense of rhythm.

And this sense of rhythm is often a necessary skill for a commercial writer, and if you control it well, you can kill all sides in the market.

One of the banner figures is broad beans.

A "Firmament" directly made broad beans a god, and was known as one of the "Five White Plains" in the online literature industry.

It's hard to say which is better than sensual writing, because both genres have their own classics and representatives.

However, an objectively existing fact is...... Most authors of emotional writing are not as mixed as authors of rational writing.

There is no way, perceptual writing is first moved by the author himself, and then it may be the reader, more often than not, the author himself is moved, but the reader is bored.

And rational writing, the starting point is to try all kinds of ways, set up a variety of characters, plots, etc., to please the reader, the sense of service is quite strong, this kind of writing technique, the author himself may not be moved at all, like a killer of wooden feelings, but the written text, but there is a high probability that the reader can be moved.

It should be said that Sun Quan used to belong to the camp of perceptual writing, but now he is transforming into rational writing.

And the efficiency of rational writing is very high, just like tonight, Sun Quan's state is actually average, but the code words are like flowing water, and they are extremely smooth.

Because he doesn't need to substitute himself into the hearts of the characters in the plot, he only needs to judge this plot from an objective point of view, and what kind of reaction this character should have.

It was close to 12 midnight, he finished today's sixth chapter, saved the manuscript, turned off the phone, got up, went to the bathroom to wash, and then came back to sleep.

This kind of life can be said to be quite boring.

But on the 12th, he received nearly 40,000 yuan in manuscript fees, which well embellished his boring life.

Maybe...... Writing a novel is really a dead end, but at least for now, he hasn't made it to the end.

......

The next day, February 17, Chinese New Year's Eve.

In P County, where Sun Quan's family is located, there is a vast amount of snow, and the first thing Sun Quan does after getting up is to clear the snow in front of his house with his father.

Overnight, the ground was covered with more than an inch of snow.

"This ghost weather! It doesn't snow in the morning, it doesn't snow in the evening, and it doesn't snow until the New Year today, really!"

Sun Quan's father, Sun Zhicai, complained about the weather while clearing the snow.

Sun Quan was calm, and the corners of his mouth were filled with a faint smile.

Because this is the first snow he saw after he was reborn, it was like a person who went out of the courtyard gate and returned to his hometown, the first bowl of rice he ate, regardless of whether the rice was delicious or not, whether the food was spicy or not, he felt cordial and happy.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner of the whole Sun family began.

Before the feast, he had already followed his father's process to complete the annual ancestor worship matters, which was nothing more than when his father asked him to kowtow, he knelt down and kowtowed a few times, when he asked him to set off firecrackers, he went outside to set off a string of firecrackers, and when he asked him to burn paper money, he went outside to find an open place and lit a few small piles of paper money that had been prepared a long time ago.

Sun Quan and his father come to this process once a year, and they have long been familiar with it.

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at his family was also unprecedentedly rich.

Beef and mutton, chicken, duck and fish are also available, and more than a dozen hard dishes fill the whole table.

There is also a bottle of Jian Nanchun, and a bottle of red wine.

Jian Nanchun is Sun Quan's father's, and the red wine is Sun Quan's and his mother's.

In fact, Sun Quan can also drink some liquor, but he generally does not like to drink, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, he doesn't want to drink it even more, he just wants to drink a few glasses of red wine with his mother.

For the first glass of wine, the whole family toasts together.

According to the usual practice, Sun Zhi, the head of the family, said a few words at this time.

Sun Zhicai looked at the table full of hard dishes, he opened his mouth, his expression suddenly felt a little emotional, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned his head to look at his wife Xu Mei, "Xiaomei!

"What do you say? This is a big ...... for the New Year."

Xu Mei's eyes were already red, but she habitually interrupted her husband's words.

Sun Zhicai didn't fight with her this time, but continued: "Xiaomei! I, Sun Zhicai, really can't stand you, let you and me, a poor ghost, for so many years, until this year, I got the light of our son, and let you eat such a table of Chinese New Year's Eve food! If it weren't for Ah Quan's ......."

Speaking of this, he turned his face to look at the smiling Sun Quan, and then he also smiled and said: "So no matter how poor you are, you have to send your son to study! If we hadn't gritted our teeth and decided to send Ah Quan to high school and college, our house would have burned down this year, not to mention such a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, there would be no home! Maybe now our family of three is crowded in the broken ancestral hall in the village!"

As he spoke, Sun Zhicai patted Sun Quan on the shoulder, his expression was pleased: "Ah Quan! Do a good job! Dad is not as good as you, how this family will be in the future, it depends on you! I don't care, but your mother has been with me for so many years, for this family, and for you, she has endured a lot of hardships, and you must honor her more in the future!"

"I haven't drunk the wine yet!" Xu Mei quietly wiped her tears, obviously very moved, but she counted Sun Zhicai as always.

Sun Quan is still very poor, and he only has a few thousand yuan in the card, because he handed over the manuscript fee to his mother on the 12th of this month, of which 20,000 yuan, let them pay off the debts of the two uncles, and the rest is considered to be his mother's peace of mind.

Because he knows that his mother has no savings, she will be very anxious, very insecure, and she can't sleep well at night.

Mom's character, he's a son, naturally won't be unaware.

Therefore, although he himself also needs money to give himself a sense of security, he still gave it to his mother when the manuscript fee arrived a few days ago.

Not only did they give it all, but they also made up enough 40,000 yuan to give.

At this time, he held up his wine glass and said to his parents with a smile: "Dad, Mom! Don't worry! Isn't it just to prevent old age when we raise children in the countryside? I will honor you well in the future! Come on! Don't talk about anything else, let's have a toast together for the Chinese New Year today!"

Sun Zhicai smiled with a wrinkled face.

Xu Mei quickly wiped her tears and nodded vigorously, "Hey!