Chapter Eighty-Eight: Short Stories
"Now you don't have to bother Aunt Bai. ”
To be honest, Bai Fan thought that Yusuke Matsuyama would be a little tougher, but he didn't expect that he was a soft guy who bullied the soft and was afraid of the hard.
He was in a good mood today, and thought about cooking a good meal and went to the side shopping street.
Qianxia's house was not too far from the shopping street, and it only took Bai Fan more than ten minutes to walk over like this.
Generally speaking, these commercial streets are mostly distributed in the station or not far from the residential area, the scale is large and small, here you can not only buy the materials used to cook the dishes, but also buy fruits, a little bit of fun, you can also see retro style small shops in these commercial streets, in which you can buy some 'coarse snacks' that we usually call some small snacks.
The name of this shopping street is called Shitamachi Commercial Street, which means a high-end residential area as opposed to a civilian residential area, and there is no roof in this street, so you can see the end at a glance, and although the shops on both sides are scattered, you can still say that you have everything you need for life.
Confectionery shops, seafood shops, fruit shops, butcher shops, and tempura shops have all kinds of signs hanging or placing outside.
"Isn't this Bai Jun, came over today to buy ingredients for cooking?" the owner of the fish shop greeted Bai Fan warmly.
Bai Fan has also been here for a month, and what can come to this commercial street is basically the surrounding residents, and everyone is naturally familiar with it when they come and go. Coupled with Bai Fan's unique identity as a Chinese student, the residents here are also very impressive.
After all, it is very rare for Chinese students like Bai Fan to buy expensive and many things by themselves, and they often cook for themselves.
"yes, I'm here to buy something again, Boss Amano. Bai Fan smiled and bent down to look at the fish placed outside.
RB's fish shops sell a lot of fish, but there are few freshwater fish in the surrounding sea, and Yokohama, the largest port city in RB, is a good place to produce a lot of fresh seafish.
Bai Fan glanced at the salmon, and then looked at the cod on the side.
He thought that he would simply eat all the seafood tonight, so he spoke.
"Please give me ten pieces of cod, refrigerated if you can't finish eating, and show me a little bit of other shellfish. ”
"Good, good. Boss Amano smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, Bai Fan has always been his big customer here, and he usually gives Bai Fan an extra piece of cod or more shellfish or something like that.
"Aren't you looking at the store today?" After giving the money, Bai Fan glanced at the store with some curiosity, and found that the little girl who usually smiled gently was not there today, so he asked with some curiosity.
"That little girl doesn't know where to go, it seems that her classmates told her to play, but it's also a good thing, and I don't have much to do with my family's business. Boss Amano replied kindly.
He still has a good impression of the Chinese student in front of him with clear eyebrows and a kind face, and once when the fish in the tank popped out and Amano Orange couldn't hold it, it was Bai Fan who helped him not to let the big fish play the stall in a mess.
And Bai Fan is different from ordinary international students, he is very talkative.
Of course, this is not to say that Chinese students are not easy to speak, but Chinese students are very polite outside, giving people a very serious and serious image, and there are still very few Chinese students like Bai Fan who are always smiling.
"I see. Bai Fan smiled politely at him, then waved his hand and planned to leave.
"Thank you Bai Jun for your patronage. Boss Amano waved at him as well.
However, Bai Fan had no plans to go back like this, there were not many fruits at home, and he planned to buy more to go back.
Although it cost him a lot of money to buy these ingredients and fruits, Bai Fan felt that he still couldn't treat himself badly in terms of food, and he picked the best.
Chixia Miyoko also had the money to subsidize him to buy these things, and Bai Fan was not hypocritical, he accepted them all, after all, he didn't eat the things alone, and he didn't think there was any problem with accepting the money.
In this way, he wandered around the commercial street until five or six o'clock, and Bai Fan went home again.
Cooking cleanly, and then sealing the portion of Chisa Miyoko and Chisa Chiyuki with plastic wrap, he walked up to the second floor.
Since there is no need to call Aunt Bai over, the matter can be regarded as successfully resolved, and Bai Fan will also start writing his own novel.
"It's a bit of a big deal these days, and you have to have some income. Bai Fan rubbed his face, looked at the empty document in front of him, stretched his waist slightly, and his expression became serious.
Aunt Bai, who is the editor in the MJ Literary Society, actually means very simply, let Bai Fan start with short horror novels first, and when the popularity is accumulated, every short story can be selected, and then she will help Bai Fan and strive to give Bai Fan a column of serialized novels.
This may be unfair to other newcomer authors, but there is nothing fair in this world, and Bai Fan has no problem using his interpersonal relationships.
According to the inside news from Aunt Bai's side, I heard that this MJ monthly magazine will start soliciting essays in a few days, and Bai Fan will also have to speed up a little earlier.
Short stories...
To be honest, Bai Fan has never been exposed to the subject matter of short stories, and most of the novels he writes in China are long-form serialized novels.
Writing a short story is not inferior to a long story.
First of all, you have to get to the point quickly in the limited space, then you have to write a sense of suspense and mystery in the limited space, and then you have to finish well.
This kind of fast pace is what short stories need to pay attention to.
Have you never eaten pork and never seen a pig run?
Bai Fan thought for a while, drew up an outline in his mind, and finally began to write.
What he wants to write is a very simple story structure, which is probably the story of a person reincarnating in a murderous house, and finally revealing the theme in one breath, so that all the weird and suspenseful feelings in front erupt.
This kind of writing technique is often seen in European and American games, but Bai Fan wants to write novels that are closer to the aesthetics of RB readers.
He wrote and corrected, and after grinding in front of the computer for about two hours, he finally wrote more than 5,000 words.
Bai Fan's pace can be said to be very steady and steady.
"It's still not comparable to those traversers who can't move for an hour or two and can say 10,000 or 20,000 words at every turn. ”
Bai Fan closed the document with some sighs.
He was going to take a shower and rest.