In the quiet of the night, Hu Yuxuan lay on the soft white bed with a pen and pondered, and there was a stack of white letter paper on the bed.

At this time, Yang Yu walked into the house after smoking a cigarette from the balcony, he made a cup of Kanto famous tea, walked to Hu Yuxuan and said, "Daughter-in-law, what are you doing here with a pen and Ben?"

Hu Yuxuan looked at Yang Yu and said seriously: "I'm bored to stay at home now, I'm going to write a romance web novel to pass the time!"

Yang Yu tidied up his hairstyle and looked like a professional and said: "Daughter-in-law, is this a novel, the story must first be attractive, for example, on a stormy night, lightning and thunder, an old monk with a smile on his face pushed open the door of the nunnery, and the beginning of this can attract people's attention!"

"I'm writing a romance novel with wind and snow, not the kind of little yellow text you said!" Hu Yuxuan glanced at Yang Yu with disdain.

Yang Yu pondered for a moment and said: "Then I will be a novel of countless maidens and flower thieves, let's compare who writes it first, but you have a child in your belly, you have to pay attention to proper rest, for the sake of fairness, I only write for two hours a day!"

Hu Yuxuan looked at Yang Yu with a playful smile and said, "I don't believe that your little yellow essay can be better than my romance essay before the moon!"

"I've read so many books, and I still have a lot of writing skills, and what I write is all hazy articles that leave room for moderate reverie, and I will never write the kind of little yellow text that has no bottom line!" Yang Yu took a sip of Kanto famous tea and said confidently.

Hu Yuxuan said: "Although I have seen Zhang Ailing's love in the city and her half-life, I feel that writing an essay is like watching other people's magic, watching other people's magicians use magic hats to conjure a rabbit is very easy, if I let myself change but can't change anything, I often don't know where to start writing as soon as I start writing." ”

Yang Yu smacked his lips and said: "I don't think writing a novel is as difficult as I imagined, you just need to write about the feeling of watching a TV series!"

Hu Yuxuan sneered when he heard Yang Yu's words: "If I could write the feeling of watching a TV series, I would have been a screenwriter and director a long time ago, who still writes novels, by the way, do you know who wrote novels well, I want to imitate and learn from them!"

Yang Yu thought for a moment and said: "You go and see Shen Congwen's "Border City", I thought that the writing was absolutely first-class. ”

Hu Yuxuan stretched out his hand and said behind his ear with a wisp of green silk hanging down his cheeks: "Then what do you think should be the name of the book I wrote?"

"Since you're writing about romance, let's call it "The West Chamber", I think this title alone makes people want to read it. Yang Yu said proudly at coming up with this name.

Hu Yuxuan looked at Yang Yu appreciatively and said: "Xixiang is really a good name, I didn't expect such a vulgar person to come up with such an elegant name!"

Yang Yu said with a deep face: "Daughter-in-law, I think that although the title can be elegant, the content is easy to understand enough YY, the best thing is that you can write a work that conforms to the trend of the times, after all, if you write something that is sunny and snowy, it is estimated that no one will read it, you see that Liu Yong in ancient times is in Goolan Tile, and it is not very popular to write glamorous words in the place of Yanliu Lane, and there are also people Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng wrote "Golden Vase Plum" is not also all the rage, I don't know how many young boys and girls who have just started to love are hiding in the bed and secretly watching? ”

Hu Yuxuan was a little confused by Yang Yu's tirade, and she opened her mouth to Yang Yu and said, "You write first, and let me read your masterpiece after you write it!"

Yang Yu put the teacup in her hand on the table, and then she said to Hu Yuxuan: "Then I'll try to write it, I promise to write it so that you won't have a feeling of thinking about it without reading my novel!"

Accustomed to writing in an environment where no one disturbs him, Yang Yu turned around and walked to another room, where he lit a cigarette and turned on his computer to search for popular novels using a search engine.

Fantasy, urban, Xianxia, martial arts, history, military, online games, supernatural, two-dimensional and other novel genres came into Yang Yu's eyes, and he decisively set his sights on martial arts novels.

"Jin Yong sealed the pen and passed away, and there are only heroes in the rivers and lakes. "As a person standing on the shoulders of giants, Yang Yu has read more or less the books of the three masters, which makes him have a lot of confidence to write a good martial arts novel book of flower picking thieves.

With the discovery of network informatization and the popularization of mobile phones and computers, Yang Yu looks at a small website, even if it is an unpopular novel, there are tens of thousands of copies, and he is skeptical about whether he can emerge as an online writer who crosses the river, he knows that sometimes success is not only by hard work, sometimes success also depends on luck.

Yang Yu took a deep puff of cigarette and didn't care if it could be fired, he first used his faded fountain pen to suck a tube of Crown fountain pen water, and then began to beat the draft on the white manuscript paper.

The character is a handsome man wearing a yellow flower, a pair of peach blossom eyes, carrying a fragrance, character *, few people can be compared to the light work, the hero's father is the generalissimo of the military power in the court, his eldest brother is a white-clothed sword god, the second brother is a weak scholar who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the protagonist is the third child in the whole family who is loved by thousands of people, and the protagonist has always been to pick the world's famous flowers for the pursuit.

After hastily setting all this, Yang Yu opened Word and began to click lightly on the keyboard with his fingers.

"In the ninth year of Han Wu, the sky fell on the snow, because today is the day when His Majesty the Emperor's Qianjin Jiangyue Gong married Song Qingshan, the son of Song Wuji, the leader of the Chinese courtiers of the dynasty, so the entire imperial capital Chang'an was filled with a cheerful and joyful atmosphere, and countless chariots and horses crushed ice and snow to Song Wuji's mansion to give gifts. ”

At this time, a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in splendid clothes, with a coquettish yellow flower on his head, and a handsome face, slowly pushed open the small window of a delicate and transparent green building. ”

The young man looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, his eyes were not a little melancholy, he looked back at the Qinglou boudoir lying in the spring fragrance warm tent, the jade body was horizontal, and the young man in brocade sighed, the young man in brocade originally thought that he had charmed the drunken Chunlou with the incense, and claimed to be a performer and not a flander, who knew that the art was not sold was just a bluff, and the first night of the Oiran had already been robbed by others. ”

Just when the young man was confused and melancholy about his flower-picking career when he had just come out of the rivers and lakes, a luxurious red sedan chair carried the honor guard accompanied by blowing and blowing from Chang'an Avenue under the green building. ”

The young man suddenly remembered that today was the day of Princess Jiang Yue's marriage, and Jiang Yuegui was definitely a complete princess, thinking that the young man took out the incense from his arms, and an evil smile appeared on his face, and the young man seemed to have a big green character written on the head of Song Qingshan, the son of Song Wuji, the leader of the Chinese courtiers. ”

Just as Yang Yu was writing, the power suddenly went out, and he had to go back to his room to sleep.