Yue Qingyan turned the card over, and sure enough, there were words written on the back:

The second additional requirement is:

The number of characters is more than 100.

Yue Qingyan couldn't cry or laugh. Sure enough, I'm afraid of something. 100 characters? If he doesn't want to write an essay about the Three Kingdoms to rely on various characters to support the scene and fill in the numbers, then this is a masterpiece first-class work. Moreover, it also seriously violated the plan he had envisioned before: write a long story with a length of about 200,000 or 300,000 yuan, and hand it over to Ming Qian to start operating.

But so what? In order to gain time, he had to start writing right away.

While Yue Qingyan was worried about his creative plans, those who received his manuscripts had already begun to read them. Whether it's Ah Yue, Mi Wu and Du Xiao, it's not too unexpected that this point is still working. But Morsheng is also reading novels.

Although Morsheng writes mediocre himself, his connoisseurship is still online. When she saw the novel, she could already understand what Yue Qingyan wanted to say to herself. However, even if this is the case, this is not a subtle expression, and it does not make Morsheng have any intention of retreating in his heart. Some helplessness, some congestion, that's all.

The next day, when Zhou Yanyan, a friend in the same bedroom, just got up, he saw Mo Ersheng sitting on the bed unkempt, his eyes glazed.

"What's wrong, Xiao Mo, did that Yue Qingyan bully you?" Zhou Yanyan immediately came up, checked up and down, and found that there was nothing abnormal.

In Morsheng's hand, he clutched his mobile phone tightly. The phone's screen is still on.

"He wrote a novel. Morsheng's voice was a little misty.

"Alas, isn't this a good thing?" Zhou Yanyan snatched Mo Ersheng's mobile phone. The light on the screen is the "Heart of Broken Stories", although Zhou Yanyan did not join the literary club, but he is also in the Chinese department, and the basic reading literacy is still good. After reading such a short article, she also chuckled in her heart. Yue Qingyan's level, they have all heard from the people of the Literary Discussion Society, and he has also followed a few various classes in school, and many students have seen him. If you want to talk about the level, since he can be recognized by Jin Chen, it will not be bad no matter what. But reading what he wrote, it was a completely different perception.

"Really, really, it's amazing. Zhou Yanyan can only give such a rough feeling from the perspective of a novel. In terms of structure, writing, design, and concept, "Heart of a Broken Story" is a masterpiece, and even gives people the feeling of coming from the golden age of the short story.

But to talk about the impact of this article on Mo Ersheng, Zhou Yanyan couldn't help but feel that this Yue Qingyan was really decisive, but also very ruthless. A good girl like Mo Ersheng has taken the initiative to chase after her, and she will die if she is a snake with a false and wrongful person? A beautiful woman is willing to get along with you intimately, even if you don't like it, isn't it good to drag it and drag it coldly? Even if you show your demeanor, it's good not to kidnap Mo Ersheng to bed......

Zhou Yanyan didn't understand why Yue Qingyan was entangled in this kind of thing, but after thinking about it like this, he thought of a way to comfort Mo Ersheng.

"It's the most annoying thing about falling in love with the author. When Zhou Yanyan said this, he had a smile on his face. And this Yue Qingyan obviously knows how to sharpen this knife as fast as possible. ”

"I didn't ask you how you felt about it. Morsheng shook his head. "What should I do?"

"He's at least a good guy. If you don't think it's appropriate, you refuse. It's not like you can't find a boyfriend, why are you so entangled? He'll still teach you how to write. Zhou Yanyan said: "He is much calmer than you in this regard." ”

"I'm not reconciled. Such a guy ......" Morsheng rested his chin on his knees, hugged his legs, and said, "How can a person, a lifetime, meet a more interesting person?"

"Interesting?"

"yes...... I don't know what the future holds, but it's really full of surprises when I get along with him. ”

"Girl, are you crazy?" Zhou Yanyan said: "He doesn't necessarily dislike you, he just thinks it's inappropriate, and it's better not to get along." It's the way to live. You're kind of just having fun. What's going on with you?"

"I don't know, but how do you know it's not suitable if you don't try it?...... He ......"

Zhou Yanyan interrupted Mo Ersheng's words: "He said that it was not suitable, and maybe it was not suitable." Peng Jinkang came back and confessed, saying that he could see people in his bones. You think you have a secret for him?"

Morsheng was silent. Zhou Yanyan sighed and said, "If you really want to die, I won't stop you." He just showed you a novel, you don't say anything, just praise the good writing, no matter what he said, just treat it as if you didn't see it, you don't know, it's not me who wrote it anyway. And...... It's not that he's not impressed, but he probably doesn't think it's appropriate. Didn't you see what he wrote: I want to touch and retract my hand? ”

Morsheng's eyes lit up. "You mean ......"

Zhou Yanyan hurriedly skimmed out: "I didn't say anything." It's just that it's also possible. Haven't you always been confident in yourself, and you're not uglier than others, and you don't have to be in worse shape...... Well, of course, small chest spots are also a reality. You're a big beauty in the school flower class who is willing to tease your body, do you really think he's a wooden man? Well, but it's hard to say......

Mo Ersheng was afraid that Zhou Yanyan would continue to "talk freely", so he hurriedly stopped: "Hey, don't talk about it." ”

Zhou Yanyan: "Those who can write good little yellow texts are all virgins, and those who can write good romances, who will believe them in a few paragraphs in the past? Don't get too deep. ”

Morsheng: "Go, go, don't be unobtrusive, what are you talking about?"

Zhou Yanyan snorted coldly: "If you come to the spirit, you need me? Go buy me breakfast and thank me, go quickly. ”

Mo Ersheng is also a little stunned, if it weren't for that kind of worship mentality, maybe she would have more freedom and more natural in getting along. However, in her feelings, Yue Qingyan seemed to have a natural depth that was unattainable. In terms of writing, and in terms of speculation related to writing, looking at people is only one side of him at best. But, this is what you are talking about. Someone has to take the initiative to get the talk going. Otherwise, even if the feelings of both parties are right, they will soon end up without a problem.

After being pointed out a little by Zhou Yanyan, Mo Ersheng really thought more openly. Yue Qingyan did write a novel for her, a high-quality one. This treatment, at least so far, is unique. Indeed, looking at these works, you can feel that he is by no means a person without a story. The question is only whether he will share his past and with whom.

Thinking about this, "The Heart of the Broken Story" seems to have a diametrically opposed force, pushing Mo Ersheng to continue to understand Yue Qingyan a little more.

And Yue Qingyan, except for the computer, has already packed all other luggage, and at the moment, while waiting for the special car to pick him up, he is listing the characters on the computer according to the roles and factions.

For Yue Qingyan, the number of characters is a hundred, not only that, but there are actually a lot more. I'm afraid he'll need to break down the book a bit more before he can get started. For such a complex novel, not only is the preparation very arduous, but it is also important to maintain and review and revise it during the writing process. He estimated that the word count would be 2 million words, divided into ten volumes, and then add some personal biographical things, and complete the characters as extras. These extras can be accompanied by a few articles per volume.,Anyway, it's not a lot of work.。

However, with such a length, it is necessary to have someone responsible for verifying the consistency of many facts and definitions before and after the work. It's no fun to rely on the author alone. If the author makes a mistake when he writes, he may not be able to read it again and again. There is no way around it. When an author reads what he writes, he or she is often not reading, but prompting and verifying. A few characters can indicate an entire passage that is stored in your head.

Unless it's just the wrong few fields in the seat prompt, there's a high chance that the author won't be able to read the typos and language problems he wrote.

Yue Qingyan wondered if he was looking for someone to help him do this kind of proofreading work.

Ah Yue, who received another manuscript from Yue Qingyan, was surprised again. Mi Wu was envious of Yue Qingyan's famous sentence production speed. You know, romance novels actually rely a lot on this kind of thing that readers call "golden sentences". And although the "golden sentence" also has a routine, it is not as natural as the original one. Naturally, the impression left on me became more and more profound.

With Miwu's accumulation in the field of romance for many years, she can think of how profound the sentences in this article will leave a deep impact on readers, and what kind of scope they will spread.

"Xiao Yue, what are you doing?" At ninety o'clock, when it was estimated that the phone call would not disturb people much, Mi Wu called Yue Qingyan over.

"I'm in the car and I'm moving. Yue Qingyan said.

"You're alone?" Mi Wu was stunned. Moving alone, it really doesn't feel good.

"If there are few things, there is no need to alarm everyone. Yue Qingyan said with a smile.

Mi Wu was stunned for a moment and said, "Gather at night, help you go to the warm house." ”

"Okay. I'll send you the address later. ”

It is true that the move is because there are too few things, lacklustre, everything is laid out, and the newly rented space is still empty. When Yue Qingyan went out to the supermarket to buy something, Mo Ersheng called. The tone that seemed to have not changed at all made Yue Qingyan a little worried and a little sad. How could a girl be indifferent to such a thing?

However, he had no intention of pushing Morsheng to anything. He said that at night in the place where he lived, and that Miwu was coming.

"Ah, is it so grand?" said Morsheng, "and how are you going to entertain everyone?"

"There is a supermarket, there is a takeaway...... Probably so. ”

"I'll come early. You buy first, buy all the things, and I'll sort out your list a little. ”

Yue Qingyan sighed: "Okay, don't toss too much." On my side, there's really nothing. It's a hassle to be prepared to play. ”

Who would have thought that his novels would not play a role in dissuading him?