His wife, Zhang Wei, immediately turned her head, her eyes widened, looked at Taotao, and said:

"It's good for you to write about the Internet, and you still pull your dad to write about the Internet with you?

Do you think a 62-year-old man has that much energy and physical strength to create a network?"

Tao Tao thought it was normal, and he explained to his wife:

"Writing on the Internet, without physical effort, sitting in front of the computer every day, insisting on three or four hours, can ensure 4,000 words of updates......

For my father, it is completely enough to ensure 4,000 words of updates every day, and it is not tiring, let alone exhausting physical strength and energy......"

My sister Nana also looked at her brother Taotao in amazement and said:

"Although my father works in the office, he still doesn't know anything about computers.

Not to mention typing with five strokes, even being able to use five fingers, it is very difficult to type proficiently in pinyin, not to mention maintaining a large amount of writing every day, I don't think this is possible......"

Tao Tao knows that his father is still typing on the computer, and he is still a two-finger Zen.

With one hand, he stretched out a finger and pressed the two hands alternately, not only slowly, but often wrongly.

However, Tao Tao feels that although his father is a cicada, he can still write on the Internet, which does not affect him at all.

So, Tao Tao said:

"If my dad can't type on a keyboard, he can still hold a pen and write on paper.

Then, I helped him type out these words, so that he could keep them updated every day and serialized them every day......"

And his brother-in-law, Fang Fang, was amused to laugh.

He looked at Tao Tao and said:

"Brother, you just let your dad write on the Internet, and what kind of cool essay do you ask him to write?

I think it's hard for a 62-year-old to get to the sky......"

Listening to his brother-in-law Fang Fang's words, Tao Tao said disappreciatively:

"Everything, you have to learn, and compared to that kind of realistic theme and traditional literature, YY Shuangwen is easier to use, and it is more refreshing to write......"

Tao Tao knows that as long as YY Shuangwen includes pretending to be forced to slap his face, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, everything is upgraded as the core, to write a smooth, killing Quartet, and letting readers watch a cool story, that's fine, in fact, there is not much difficulty.

At this time, her mother Dongmei spoke.

She suddenly had a serious expression, burst out laughing again, and said:

"Just the two bottles of ink in your father's stomach, not to mention the Internet that writes millions of words, just let him write a short story of thousands of words, what kind of story will he pitch, the king of stories, I think it's hard to ......"

Hearing that his mother said that his father was so ineffective, Tao Tao was just about to speak for his father to defend the country......

Father Wei Guo actually rushed out of the bedroom.

I saw that Wei Guo looked at everyone with a serious expression and said:

"When I was young, I insisted on writing diaries, essays, and oil field love stories every day......

However, in our time, there was no Internet, no mobile phones......

I just want to contribute to publishers and magazines, but I don't have the opportunity to ......."

When Wei Guo was young, his work place was basically in the Gobi of Xinjiang, the Loess Plateau with thousands of ravines, or the Sulige Desert in Inner Mongolia, or the poor mountains and rivers of Gansu.

Not to mention submitting articles to magazines or writing books to publishing houses, it is difficult to write a letter and send it out......

Tao Tao looked at his father's serious expression, he knew that his father must have heard everyone's conversation in the bedroom.

So, Tao Tao stood up, comforted his father, and said:

"Dad, since you were young, the conditions did not allow it,

Then at this time, not only the conditions allow, but also the right time and place.

If you want to write, I, as your son, strongly support you......

And, I've been writing about online literature for a while.

I know how to upload, how to communicate with the editor, what to write, so that I can sign a contract and readers will welcome ......"

Listening to his son's words, Wei Guo said eloquently:

"I can't type with a keyboard, but I can write with a pen and on paper.

Actually, if I were asked to type on a keyboard, I still felt that I couldn't write that kind of inspiration.

If you ask me to take a pen and write on paper, I can communicate with my heart and paper, and reach the point where heaven and man are one......"

Listening to her husband Weiguo's words, Dongmei splashed cold water next to her and said:

"You usually speak, you can't speak clearly, explain a thing, you explain it to the donkey's head is not the horse's mouth, I really can't understand, can you still write?"

Listening to his wife's words, Wei Guo immediately ran into the bedroom, opened the big cabinet, and then took out all kinds of diaries, essays, and small ...... that he had written all his life

Defending the country all his life, he wrote a lot of things.

However, due to the transfer of Wei Guo's work and other reasons, he moved at least ten times in his life.

And every time I move, I lose a lot of things,

So, at least 2/3 of what he wrote was lost......

When Dongmei saw the pile of yellowed and old paper that Wei Guo took out, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, looked at Wei Guo and said:

"We've lived together all our lives, and I haven't seen you, when you were young, what literary manuscripts did you write?

How come I got so old, where did I suddenly get so many diaries, essays, poems, and small ......"

Wei Guo opened the diary he wrote and said:

"When I was younger, I worked in the mountains,

Whenever I get off work, my colleagues are drinking, eating meat, playing cards, playing mahjong, and playing in the mountains and rivers.

I just stayed quietly in the dormitory, writing my prose, poetry, and other things......"

Listening to his father's words, Taotao couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

He thought to himself that his father's state when he was young was basically the same as his current state.

Now Taotao, whenever he gets off work, he neither likes to drink, nor likes to eat meat, and he doesn't like to play cards and mahjong and play in the mountains and rivers.

He felt that it was a waste of time......

Instead of spending time on some meaningless things, it is better to use these spare time to create, which is more fulfilling.

Dongmei put down the chopsticks in her hand, walked to Wei Guo's side, and picked up a book of essays written by Wei Guo,

As he looked, he said:

"I said, when I was young, I didn't see you write at home.

It turns out that you are all writing on the mountain......"

Wei Guo nodded and said:

"Strange to say, whenever I come down from the mountains and come home,

I just want to be with you, watch your children grow up, watch you talk and talk, and I don't want to write at all......"

Listening to his father's words, Tao Tao was able to fully understand his father.

In the past, oil workers stayed in the barren mountains and mountains all year round, without mobile phones, no Internet, no entertainment facilities, and even televisions, because there was no signal, so they could not watch.

Therefore, the oil workers of that era were always lonely, always lonely, and never able to send their spare time......

So, my father took advantage of these lonely and lonely times to write a lot of poems, essays, and so on......

And now Tao Tao, as a new generation of oil workers,

Although compared to before, the living facilities are much better, not only TV, but also mobile phones and Internet.

However, the kind of oil worker in his bones, insurmountable, longing for his wife, children, and family,

and the longing and yearning for the neon and hustle and bustle of the metropolis, which has always made their hearts unable to get rid of loneliness and loneliness.

At the same time, it is precisely this loneliness and loneliness that has created Wei Guo and Taotao, this kind of literature lover, and creator......

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