"There is a small road about half a person wide 5 meters away from the door of my house, which is blocked by the neighbor's wall on the left and right, and it is difficult to see the sun all year round. Regardless of cold or summer, after every rain, the bluestone bricks in the alley will always be covered with moss overnight. Over the years, the bricks have become greener and the moss has become more and more numerous, like a deserted countryside. Entering along the alley, there is a square patio, and there is an old well in the patio that I don't know what year it was drilled. This old well is the original source of drinking water for the residents around Tianji Lane......"

Lin Miao wrote "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard", and gradually wrote a routine.

Each chapter, which was strictly limited in length to between 2,000 and 3,000 words, was precisely divided into three parts.

The first 500 words describe the theme of the chapter, whether it is from the blind history or nonsense geographical features, and strive to use the most unpretentious words to make the most fake and real effect, so that readers can have a high-pressure sensory experience that is awe-inspiring.

Then the middle part describes the connection between the inhabitants of the area and the object. Usually Lin Miao writes here, which borrows a real neighbor, and then slightly artistically processes his character image, and then disguises himself as the main perspective provider of this bridge. When writing this paragraph, the text style of the article began to stride in the direction of pseudo-literacy, striving to make the words deep and meaningful, urging people to pee. The word count of this part of the content is generally more than 800 words, because this text is actually paving the way for the ending of the last part of the article, although it is sensational, but it has not yet reached the top.

The content of the last part is the big killer weapon that Lin Miao used to use when she was young and pretending to be forced - half a bowl of chicken soup.

The so-called half bowl of chicken soup is actually a very clever creative technique, it is difficult for people who are not from a professional class to master this skill, only people like Lin Miao, who have been dealing with words all the year round and have more than ten years of rich writing experience, can reach the realm of playing how they want. If you take an example, in the history of Chinese literature, there is a very well-known half-bowl chicken soup masterpiece, "Xiang Zhixuan Zhi" by Youguang.

This kind of chicken soup is not soup, and it often seems to be light and quiet on the surface, but as long as you read it quietly to the end, basically as long as the reader's own cultural level is too low, or there is no emotional thinking, most of them will inevitably tremble. Even people with a lot of emotions may have red eyes, and then sigh a long sigh, sighing that even they don't know why they are so emotional.

Just like the sentence at the end of "Xiang Zhi Xuan Zhi", "There is a loquat tree in the court, planted by my wife when she died, and now it is like a pavilion", high school students may not feel much when they read it, but let the pseudo-Wenqing, who is a little older, think about it deeply, once the emotions are surging, it feels basically equivalent to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, and the sadness of reading Guo Xiaoming and others with tears flows backwards.

It can be said: I heard that on a rainy day, half a bowl of chicken soup and pseudo Wenqing are more compatible!

At present, Lin Miao has completed the 8 small chapters of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard" intermittently.

There is still a gap between 20 and 25 articles in the plan.

And in order to be able to complete this forced load, he only let many neighbors in Tianji Alley lie down and hit his Gatling machine gun in this small part of the content.

Since the beginning of the article, all the neighbors near Lin Miao's house have been borrowed by him to be used as the protagonist of the article, and all of them have not ended well.

Two grandmothers who were still alive were killed by him, the shoemaker at the corner of the street, who was obviously able-bodied and lively, was crippled, and the daughter of a neighbor next door unfortunately went crazy. The only thing that is slightly more real is the youngest son of the family next door to him - this benevolent brother is really dead, and during the 80s crackdown, he made an earthen gun and went out to rob 10 yuan, and the result was a summary execution. But Lin Miao didn't dare to write so gorgeously, so he opened his mind a little, and changed it to a car accident tragedy in which a white-haired person sent a black-haired person.

After killing and maiming so many people in a row, writing to this day, Lin Miao suddenly felt that he couldn't be so indifferent to life anymore.

So with a turn of the pen, today's protagonist Granny Jing has become a poor person waiting for her son to return home.

The ending is like this: "Uncle Ah Ming has been going north for many years, and although Granny Jing has never said that she misses her, she often sits alone by the well in a daze. When he was younger, Uncle Amin loved to drink beer. Every evening, Granny Jing would buy two bottles of beer, put them in a small iron bucket for drawing water, and dip them in the well water, which is warm in winter and cool in summer. Then walk out of the alley at sunset and wait for your only son to come home from work. After Uncle Ah Ming left, Granny Jing never bought beer again. In the blink of an eye, the child who fell to the ground by the well that year could already call grandma, but grandma's son still hadn't come home yet. ”

Lin Miao stopped writing, and an article was written for nearly 3 hours, and when the last full stop was drawn, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

I was too deep into the play just now, and I almost moved myself to death.

Stood up and walked to the balcony and looked up at the sky, which was slightly gloomy.

Lin Miao rubbed her wrists, and in Wen Si's mind, which had not yet receded, she had a new idea of the routine of this book.

In other words, the middle part and the ending part can actually be contrasted and echoed.

For example, if you want to write about parting at the end, you can write as lively as possible in the middle and write about the feeling of reunion; for example, at the end, you can write about someone dying peacefully, and in the middle, you can write that his life for decades is not easy, and he has struggled to survive, but he died like dust. In the same way, if you have to write about someone dying violently in the middle, a new life can be born at the end.

In short, it is to disguise itself as a very philosophical one, dwarfing each other, leaning towards the reader's heart, word by word, into the reader's heart, and hitting them with heart attacks. The most important thing is that the writing must be hypocritical to death!

"Hmm...... It seems that the level of the widow has improved again......"

Lin Miao was very satisfied with the routine she had made, and then raised her hand to look at her watch, at 3:52, her parents should be back soon.

Sure enough, in less than 10 minutes, the door opened downstairs.

Lin Guorong and Jiang Ping walked in with a grin, and the cheerful laughter and two voices shocked Lin Miao's sense of pretense accumulated for several hours to the point that there was nothing left.

"Baby, look what Mom bought you!Look!" Jiang Ping ran upstairs, took out a new school bag, and squeezed her eyebrows at Lin Miao.

Lin Miao felt very painful in her heart, why did she never survive 12 hours in her pretending state. Her mother is really - even if she watches a film like "Forrest Gump" with her, she can also pull the topic to the question of "why is this woman so bad to cuckold the male protagonist, and why is the male protagonist so stupid to even have such a woman". Please, is this the point? Is this the point?!!! Mom, Mom! Can't you give your son even a little room to pretend?

Although I don't like Guo Xiaoming, I occasionally have the spiritual need to look up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle!

"Don't look. Lin Miao turned her head proudly, not nostalgic for her new schoolbag.

Jiang Ping still laughed, threw down her schoolbag, hugged Lin Miao into her arms and kissed her again and again, kissing Lin Miao's face full of saliva.

Obviously, she and Lin Guorong went out this afternoon to show off quite happily, and her vanity was so satisfied that she was afraid that it would overflow.

Lin Guorong also walked up from downstairs at this time, and asked casually: "You didn't go out in the afternoon?"

Lin Miao snorted.

Then Lin Guorong saw the manuscript on the coffee table and walked over to pick it up.

He turned the front page roughly without patience, and turned directly to the end, pretending to be knowledgeable for a few seconds, without showing the slightest expression of being moved by the words, but nodded seriously, and said seriously: "That's right." What's the matter if you always write people dead? Don't write so many dead people, it's unlucky. ”

Lin Miao's face twitched when she heard this.

There's no reason for me, is it possible that I'm actually being adopted......