Of course, you need to be skillful, and you have to use a clever way of writing. Mei Bai took out another red article to show her, "For example, if you look here, this author is very smart." At the beginning, the female protagonist went to catch the male protagonist's rape, and when she entered the door, the male protagonist was covered with a quilt on his shirtless body, and the female partner came out from under the quilt, with a bewitching posture, her face was red, and she spit into the paper very vaguely - look, what a picture. Although I didn't write anything, I can make up a series of previous feelings just by thinking about it. ”

For this explanation, Yan Rushun seems to understand whether he understands or not.

She shook her head and asked, "What did you say that female partner spat into the paper?"

Mei Bai "poofed" and sprayed a lot of water: "You don't even know this?"

"Should I know this?"

Mei Bai was speechless: "Forget it, I still don't want to poison you, the flower of the motherland." Come on, let's try it first, give you half an hour to conceive, write a 1,000-word opening and I'll see, if there are any problems, I'll give you guidance on the spot. ”

Well, Xiaobai has worked so hard to help her, she can't admit it!

Yan Rushun picked her scalp and thought hard, and vigorously applied the principles that Mei Bai had just introduced.

As a graduate of the Department of Chinese, of course, she has not written less, and it is not difficult for her.

However, to conceive a president's essay...... She felt the pain of constipation.

Yes, I don't dare to say that those presidents are brain-dead in the future, let her write them, she may not be able to write these brain-dead articles.

It seems that it is not easy to do anything!

For the sake of the reputation of the Chinese Department, Yan Rushun finally conceived a beginning in half an hour, and then directly borrowed Mei Bai's computer to start typing.

At this knock, Mei Bai exclaimed: "Damn, 6000 words per hour, you are a tentacle monster!"

She wondered, "Is there a problem?"

"No, you're really a grandfather to eat. ”

Mei Bai patted her little shoulder heavily, and then spat and told her about the renewal of the online article: "This online article, no matter how bad you write, there will always be a few readers who will read it." If your hand speed is enough, it's even worse, even if it's a bad article, some people are willing to chase it, because it will be very enjoyable to watch. Therefore, people with fast hands really have an innate advantage. ”

Yan Rushun asked, "How fast are your hands?"

“3000……”

"Then how many words do you have to code a day?"

"Usually 10,000, 20,000 when I recommend it-" After a pause, Mei Bai added a word, "Up!"

Yan Rushun couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's really cruel!"

Mei Bai also sighed: "Who said it wasn't." I now have to save 300,000 manuscripts for each article before I dare to publish it. ”

"What if we hit the streets?"

"Then start anew! Anyway, I won't just write one article at the same time. ”

"Huh?"

"There's no way to survive!" Mei Bai sighed deeply, "I now have a free article for four or five months, and these four or five months are all dependent on the income of old books. Do you think I dare not open it?"

Yan Rushun's final test-taking president Wen was scored 60 points by Mei Bai.

"The pace is too slow! It feels awkward, and the hostess is not very pleasant. Fortunately, your writing is there, and you can read it on. "What a tear-jerking comment.

In the end, Mei Bai still encouraged her: "Rome was not built in a day, you have enough hand speed, it is better to give it a try." As long as one book is written, the next one will be experienced. ”

"Good. ”

Yan Rushun cheered himself up: Anyway, the code word itself still has a foundation, and the possibility of success is the greatest, and it is worth fighting.

Mei Bai instructed again: "Do you know what the most important thing is?"

"What is it?"

"First, resolutely do not break the change, break the more ruin character, ruin the mentality, and lose the powder so badly; second, no matter how bad the writing is, it must be finished. Eighty percent of those who wrote online articles died on eunuchs, and one eunuch, one eunuch, one eunuch, could not be reborn forever. ”

Scared, is it so scary?

Yan Rushun asked casually: "Then how many words does this president write?"

"Let's start with a million!" a sentence made her gasp, and Mei Bai also made up for the knife, "If the grades are good, strive for 10 million words." ”

"Isn't it? Just two people fall in love, no matter how earth-shattering, they can't make up a million words, right?"

Once upon a time, the longest she ever wrote was 70,000 words.

"Who said no. I'll show you this red article, 10 million words. Seeing that her friend's face was frightened, Mei Bai patted her shoulder sympathetically: "Sort out the outline, I believe you can do it." ”

Yan Rushun muttered in a low voice: "What kind of account is this?" ”

On the way back, she read and studied red texts on the bus, but often after reading the beginning, she began to frown: "It's too exaggerated, isn't it? Is this really the president? The heroine hooked up casually, and he went to the brain with her in public, and she opened the room with her, this IQ is really 200?"

Thinking about her genius husband, she thinks this article is nonsense at all!

Xin Weiyang can pretend more!

In places where there are many people, especially where there are acquaintances, he has a cold style, no matter how you look at it, he is cold. As soon as he got into the work mode, he couldn't see her even if she walked past him in erotic lingerie. I never remember the anniversary, and don't expect him to offer gifts or anything. Work and live in a step-by-step manner every day, and there are few opportunities to go out and watch a movie.

If he hadn't been able to enjoy himself, he would have been suffocated to death.

However, it is estimated that if he writes him as a president, little girls will not like it, so it is better to make it up with a conscience.

When he returned to Xiaowo that night, Yan Rushun began to diligently write the outline and opening.

Xin Weiyang poked his head curiously: "What to write?"

She blocked his eyes in a panic: "Don't look, don't look." ”

Damn, she's writing the opening bed scene, it's so shameful!

"What's the big deal?"

She said hesitantly: "Writing, I want to try to see if I can be a writer like Xiaobai." ”

"Oh......" Xin Weiyang didn't have any curiosity at all, and turned around very cooperatively to go about his own business.

Yan Rushun breathed a sigh of relief slightly, but swore vigorously in her heart: If this article becomes popular in the future, she will definitely be killed and cannot admit that she wrote it herself.

Well, I especially can't let Xin Weiyang know that if he finds out his clues from the bed scene, will he turn his face with her?

Since then, Yan Rushun has started the days of going to teach at the private school of Chinese culture while secretly writing the president Xiaohuang-Wen (mistakenly).

When she mentioned her private school experience to Xin Weiyang, she was bright and happy.

She told him that there was a big difference between a private school and a kindergarten. The private school believes in teaching students according to their aptitude, and the atmosphere is relatively relaxed. Three or four-year-old children are able to read the Bible on their own and can read and write, but there are still a few children who do not like either the Analects or the Tao Te Ching, and private schools do not seem to play a positive role in them, and perhaps not every child is suitable for private schools.

And when she coded words, she was weak and nervous like a thief. Xin Weiyang casually got up to drink water, and her spine had to stiffen so that she could cover the screen quietly. If he leaned over and asked her a question, she would be so frightened that her heart would beat for a long time.

I didn't expect her to be killed, but it turned out to be such a tiring thing.

Fortunately, both things went well.

In the bamboo courtyard where the words of the saint were played, she took the little children to read the Four Books and the Five Classics word by word, which felt both simple and quiet, and there was a sense of washing away the lead and returning to the basics.

So much so that I reread "know and then have a certainty, set and then be quiet, be quiet and then be safe, be safe and then be able to think, and then be able to get." Things have a beginning and an end. If you know the order, you will be shortcut", she actually had an epiphany that disagreed with the past.

She felt like she was getting closer to where she wanted to be.

And the code word, thanks to her tentacle monster hand speed, soon had seventy or eighty thousand manuscripts.

She really didn't have the courage to write out a manuscript of two or three hundred thousand yuan like Mei Bai, and she didn't have much confidence in her president Wen, so she secretly voted for a small website.

Soon, the website editor contacted her, complimented her, and sent her the share contract. She filled out the contract and sent it out by courier, which was the beginning of her official career as an online writer.

Seeing that the Spring Festival is coming, the private school is on holiday.

The planned vacation naturally went to waste.

The young couple followed the previous agreement and reunited among the relatives on both sides.

After a hard year, all the relatives were beaming, talking about old topics such as personal conditions, houses, and children.

On the Yan family's side, several sisters-in-law and sisters-in-law enviously complimented Yan's mother: "Look how happy you are, your daughter is angry, she earns 10,000 a month, and her son-in-law is more capable. ”

Yan Rushun blushed when she heard this, and pulled Xin Weiyang to hide out of her way, but was stopped by a few cousins and sisters, shouting to sing a K or something together.

She heard the gossip of the elders behind her:

"Shun Shun, do they want children? They won't learn how to do Dink, right?"

Yan's mother retorted unhappily: "What are you doing Dink? They are preparing for pregnancy, and they can't let Yang Yang drink when they eat later." Then he suddenly remembered, and turned back to ask, "Shun Shun, have you done all the things I said?"

Yan Rushun felt that his scalp was tense, and replied perfunctorily: "Don't worry, remember." ”

ran to Xin's house, and a group of relatives also surrounded and asked, "When are you going to have a child?"

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"

And then from this topic all the way to the point where their children should be more like whom, which part is like dad and which part is better looking like mom, and so on.

Both Xin Weiyang and Yan Rushun felt like experimental subjects for human anatomy.

Before getting married, I was nagged that I wanted to get married at that time - this idea is too naïve now.

The elders can always find gossip from the juniors.

Wait and see, after giving birth to a child, it's time to start "showing the baby" and "Saiwa".

After the Spring Festival, both of them couldn't wait to get into their work as if they were fleeing.

In Yan Rushun's notebook, the pros and cons of private school were gradually analyzed and recorded by her.

She will also think about the similarities and differences between private schools and kindergartens, trying to find different reasons and starting points for the formation of the two systems.

As the days passed, the experience deepened.

It's not going well here.

She set herself a task: she must code 10,000 words a day.

However, writing every day and writing every day, she often stuck a word and a sentence for a long time, which made her anxious and sad, and she had to use all her strength to stay up until midnight to hold back those 10,000 words.

It was easy to complete the task, and when she looked back, she often pounded the table and wailed: "What the hell is this writing!"

She always felt that this article was a piece of Xiang, and many times she wanted to give up - that is, to defend the reputation of the Chinese department, otherwise, she really couldn't hold on.

Forget it if you write aggrieved, what makes people want to cry without tears is: the result is even more aggrieved.

So far, she has posted nearly 200,000 words and saved 100,000 manuscripts. But not only are there few clicks, there are few collections, and except for some advertised posts, there are no real reader messages at all.

The worst part is that there is not a single subscription.

She was really going to cry.

Graduates of the Department of Chinese have achieved such results in writing articles, how embarrassing is it?

I'm afraid that her college tutor will find out and rush over with a knife and cut her down!

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