The story that Meng Zuo just drew is one of Grimm's fairy tales, and it stands to reason that even if he can't draw this story, he still remembers a rough idea, but he may not have that flavor when he writes it.

This story is so famous, the name of the story is a household name in Meng Zuo's original world, from an eighty-year-old woman to a three- or four-year-old babbling child.

The author of this story is the 17th century French writer Charles Perrault, this person is actually very famous, but unfortunately most modern people do not know where he is sacred, and for the editor of this story, I am really impressed, the editor is two people - Jacob Green and William Green, they are called the Brothers Grimm.

The collection they included is called "Grimm's Fairy Tales".

I believe some people have already guessed that the story that Meng Zuo got was "Cinderella" in this fairy tale collection.

Although the 17th-century French writer Charles Perrault is widely regarded as the author of "Cinderella", as early as the Tang Dynasty in China, there was "Youyang Miscellaneous Tales and Ye Limit Girl" with a very similar plot to "Cinderella", nearly a thousand years before "Cinderella".

But even so, in the end, the more influential one was the later born "Cinderella", no way, ancient Chinese stories are all in classical Chinese, and the degree of circulation is certainly not as good as the common language of the world now - English.

The tirade has said so much, and the number of words introduced to this book is about to catch up with the length of the essay for elementary school students, in addition to giving everyone some knowledge of popular science, it is because of a little helplessness from the author.

As a person who writes books, he can only rely on words to interpret the ups and downs of life, and any dramatic performance is left between words, unable to give readers an intuitive scene, and now, Meng Zuo is going to write fairy tales, and things have become difficult.

Fairy tales are not as short and concise as lyrics, if I copy fairy tales into a book, this chapter is wasted, and readers certainly don't want to read another story that is already very successful and famous in a novel, but if I don't write the story, as the author, I will also be very heartbroken, a total of 1060 words, equivalent to half the length of a chapter! (don't guess, someone on the Internet counts the number of words, I won't be bored enough to count how many words an article has).

This is the author's helplessness.

As a writer of conscience, how could I use a thousand-word fairy tale to occupy everyone's reading time, and the act of putting old stories in new chapters is called "back to the pot meat", or fried cold dishes.

So I thought about it for a long time last night, and finally came up with a perfect solution that would not lose the number of words and would not let the audience watch "back to the pot", just like chatting, and tell you the story behind Cinderella and some of my psychological activities.

I think...... This should still be a good method, right...... Right?

Long story short, let's go back to the world of Monzo.

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Meng Zuo was sitting on the desk at this time, frantically coding on the computer, anyway, he had the original manuscript in his head, and he just needed to type it out. In twenty minutes, an original world-class fairy tale was printed on the computer word for word. Meng Zuo checked it carefully a few more times, and finally rubbed his hands together, typed the word Meng Zuo on the author's name, and looked at this perfect work, and couldn't help but laugh proudly.

"What are you proud of? It's not ...... you wrote," Xiao Jiu said helplessly.

"How do you understand!" Meng Zuo couldn't glare at Xiao Jiu, he could only stare at the air, "I'm carrying forward our artwork there! This is called inheritance! This is called righteousness!"

"Well, whatever you want. "Xiao Jiu is like air, everywhere and unfelt.

Meng Zuo saved the work and saved it in a USB flash drive, printed it out with the printer's computer, and deliberately enlarged the font a little, so that it could occupy two pages, making the length of the story more objective. After doing this, he raised his head with his chest straight, the wind under his feet, and walked briskly to the door of the team leader's office.

Knock!

This knock is very particular, knock first, then knock twice, this is a kind of etiquette in ancient China, but now it is gradually fading.

Knocking too often can give people a sense of impatience and make people feel that something important is happening...... No one else can hear that.

As for why Meng Zuo, who was originally a hanger, was also so particular, it was because Xiao Jiu told him some of Meng Zuo's basic habits on the road before, and after all, he was going to become an artist, so he must pay attention to some of his image.

"Please come in. Team Leader Lin urged the "uncle" just now, but as a result, the person simply ignored him now, and now Team Leader Lin is sitting on pins and needles, and his heart seems to be stung by something all the time, and he is uncomfortable. (It's a sign of anxiety, I don't know how to make up the word count, oh no, I don't know how to write beautiful and funny essays, too).

Meng Zuo opened the door and strode over, I have to say that as long as a person is confident, the whole temperament will be very different, and now Meng Zuo is full of vitality and sunshine from college students.

"Oh, Xiao Meng. Team Leader Lin nodded and motioned for him to sit down, "What's wrong?"

"Team leader, this is a fairy tale I wrote, take a look at it, and give it a correction. Meng Zuo handed out the two pages of A4 paper with both hands, and said in a very humble and humble manner.

If it was someone else, Team Leader Lin would have asked him to get out of here, and he was still making trouble here at this time, but the person in front of him was Meng Zuo, his favorite employee. In addition, he knew that Meng Zuo was destined not to be limited to being a small editor in a newspaper, and he would become a big man in the future, so he still took this article.

"It's only been less than half an hour, right?" asked Team Leader Lin as he took over the story.

"Hmm...... Because I had this story in mind for a long time, I have a chance to write it now, and it only takes a moment of effort, and it doesn't take too much effort. Meng Zuo obviously also knew that Team Leader Lin would ask this, and he was ready to answer a long time ago.

Team Leader Lin sighed, shook his head, and said bitterly to Meng Zuo: "Xiao Meng, writing this kind of thing, there is indeed inspiration to stop it, but most of the time, you must not be impatient, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, you said that the story you wrote in half an hour, without patience to polish and polish, even if the story is good, it is also an unprocessed jade buried in the mud and sand, which is easy to be ignored!"

"Yes, yes, you can take a look first. Isn't this a thing you to polish for me?" Meng Zuo is not strong, but he does have a set of sycophants.

"Alas, well, that is, you ......" Team Leader Lin picked up the paper and prepared to correct Meng Zuo's "hasty work"

"Let me see, what is your story called......"

"Oh?"

"Ash ...... Girl?"

"Look, that's not the right name, how can anyone be gray?"

Meng Zuo's face was full of black lines......

Just look at the topic and pick a thorn, this is too helpless!