Ask for recommendations, ask for collections!! as long as the collection is enough, as long as the recommendation is enough, add more and more!!

In fact, Meng Zuo was still relieved, typing on the computer is better than handwriting, as for the story......

Hmph, who doesn't have a plan B anymore?

What "Snow White", "Sleeping Beauty", this kind of story that he often listened to when he was a child, he can still write it from memory!

But today, since it was improvisation, it would be nice to decide to write a short one.

What to write?

Meng Zuo desperately recalled in his mind the children's stories he had seen and heard, what stories were short, concise and eye-catching?

Oh!

It's the story of the three axes, what kind of gold axe, silver axe, when he was a child, his mother often told him this, what is the specific name?

The woodcutter and Hermes!

Meng Zuo slapped the door of his head, picked up the keyboard and began to write these big characters.

So fast? The group of predators in the conference room were all shocked, what a lot of effort, I'm afraid it didn't even take a minute, why did he start writing directly?

Chairman Mo was also curious, he asked Meng Zuo to improvise, but he didn't let him start writing without thinking about it, in fact, Meng Zuo didn't have to worry at all, this group of seniors sitting here were relatively leisurely, and they didn't have time to watch the excitement, and it was no problem to think about it here for ten minutes or even half a point.

But Meng Zuo just started writing, and the title was quite literate.

There were only two people in the room who didn't know who Hermes was, and that was Limon and Mengzo.

Meng Zuo just listened to his mother tell him bedtime stories every day, and he remembered it after listening too much, and he didn't care about what Hull or Moss was.

And Lin Meng, he is simply uneducated.

When Mo Lao saw the title he gave, he felt that this young man was not ordinary, Hermes was a god in the middle and late stages of ancient Greek stories, and he was definitely not a nickname, and ordinary people would know Zeus, Athena or something, and the son of Zeus like this would definitely not know.

It seems that this child does have a certain amount of literary literacy, and the work "Cinderella" is not groundless. Thinking of this, Mo Lao's favorability towards Meng Zuo increased greatly.

In fact, Meng Zuo was really a blind cat who touched a dead mouse, but he didn't expect to touch him.

Meng Zuo wrote on the computer with his impressions:

Once upon a time, there was a woodcutter who was collecting firewood by the river, and when his axe fell into the river, he sat down on the bank and wept bitterly. Hermes happened to pass by, asked him why he was crying, and felt pity for him, so he jumped into the river to get an axe.

"Yes, it makes sense. One writer couldn't help but comment, "Hermes is the god of commerce and travelers, and this setting is wonderful!"

As soon as the writer finished speaking, Meng Zuo subconsciously looked at him, and everyone thought that Meng Zuo was signaling him to shut up and disturb his train of thought. The writer immediately blushed three degrees.

"Leave me alone, young man, you keep writing, keep writing. ”

Meng Zuo actually didn't mean this, he just looked at someone talking, so he took a look at it by the way, but he didn't expect this person to react so much.

Although the other writers didn't speak, they were also picking on the thumbs in their hearts, and with Meng Zuo's first paragraph, they were already many times stronger than those children's writers who wrote Xiaobaiwen.

To their surprise, Meng Zuo did not pause in the slightest, as if he didn't need to think, and then typed down:

The first time he fished up a golden axe, and the woodcutter said it was not his, the second time, he fished up a silver axe, and the woodcutter said no, and the third time, he fished up the woodcutter's axe, and the other party agreed. Hermes saw the woodcutter as honest and gave him all three axes.

Seeing this, some writers of the Writers' Association have begun to nod, this story is short and clear, suitable for children to read, but it does not lack cultural connotation, and it will have a different feeling when you read it when you grow up, as an improvised work, it can be said to be very good.

Unexpectedly, Meng Zuo didn't think about it, and then wrote:

The woodcutter went home and told his friends what had happened. One of his companions, too, wanted to be beneficial, so he took an axe and went to the river to cut wood, and after a few cuts, he deliberately threw the axe into the river, and then sat there crying.

Oh, should the story be reversed? Chairman Mo raised his eyebrows, feeling that this story was not ordinary.

Meng Zuo then completes the last paragraph of the story:

Soon Hermes appeared and asked him what had happened, to which he replied that he had lost his axe. Hermes scooped up a golden axe and asked if it was his. The man immediately said it was his own. Hermes understood his intentions, and not only did he not give him the golden axe, but he also ignored the axe he had fallen into the river.

After finishing writing, Meng Zuo gently put down the keyboard, watched the story of the gold axe and silver axe he wrote reflected on the big screen, and smiled with relief.

You've got it.

In fact, it didn't take Meng Zuo a few minutes in total, but with so many excellent authors looking at it, he was a little panicked in his heart.

But other authors don't think so.

In their opinion, this unknown Meng Zuo is really not simple.

Not to mention the story itself, you can complete a complete story in a few minutes, and you don't have to think about it, what a deep literary foundation it takes!

Looking at this story again, it is not only in line with the simple and easy to understand children's works, but also does not lose knowledge and culture, and at the same time there is a contrast between the positive and negative sides, which deepens the educational significance.

This...... It's a masterpiece!

It's hard to imagine that this is a fledgling literary author who wrote it in less than ten minutes.

Or improvised!

It's unreasonable!

Chairman Mo's cloudy eyes shone with a frightening light. He grabbed Meng Zuo's hand and was excited.

No, if you have emotions, you have emotions, why do you keep grabbing me? Not long after Meng Zuo entered the house, he had already been attacked twice by this old man, and he was a little suspicious of the orientation of this chairman of the literary world.

"Kid, is this really your improvisation?" Chairman Mo's voice was a little vibrato, sounding extremely funny.

Meng Zuo's face turned red, and he didn't dare to laugh out loud: "Yes...... Yes. ”

Chairman Mo's face was also red, he was excited, such a good story, such a deep writing foundation, and such a young writer!

What does this mean?

Does this represent a new drop of blood in children's literature?

No, it's not.

This is simply children's literature, killing a little piglet and pouring blood into his stomach!

The more Chairman Mo thought about it, the more excited he became, and his face became redder and redder.

Meng Zuo realized that something was wrong, the old man's face began to turn purple, and his lips began to turn black.

This is my chance to perform.

"Mo Lao, Mo Lao, are you okay?"

Mo Lao felt dizzy and excited, his vision blurred, and he wanted to take a breath and answer this new star.

"I ...... I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy......"

Mo Lao tried his best, on crutches, and took Meng Zuo's hand, trying to stand up. But I only felt that I had no strength at all, and it was dark in front of me, so I inhaled sharply and collapsed in my seat.

This, smoked over?

"Mo Lao, Mo Lao, are you okay!" Meng Zuo was still shaking the chairman's arm vigorously, and his strength was so great that Mo Lao's whole person was about to be shaken.

Lin Meng quickly stopped Meng Zuo's brainless behavior and grabbed Meng Zuo.

"What a call!"

"Huh, what's the call?"

"120! Call an ambulance!"