"Xiaoxiao, can you recite the daughter of the sea to grandpa!", this is an idea that Liu Hongquan suddenly came up with.

"Okay!", Du Xiaoxiao responded happily. Now she is the most proud and happy to win the first prize in the New Era Essay Competition, and she wishes that someone would share it! She looked at Liu Hongquan, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt that this grandfather was a good person!

"In the distance of the sea, the water is so blue, like the most beautiful cornflower petals, and at the same time so clear, like the brightest glass ......"

Du Xiaoxiao closed his eyes and began to recite, his voice was crisp and his tone was slow. Although she didn't know any recitation skills, she gently brought Liu Hongquan's thoughts into the world of the Little Mermaid.

"When it was dawn, people couldn't find the little mermaid, and there was a white foam beating on the waves next to the boat. ”

The ending of the story slowly flowed out of Du Xiaoxiao's mouth, and it took a long time for Liu Hongquan to come back to his senses. It's unbelievable that I listened to a little girl tell a story and was so fascinated by it.

But no matter how unbelievable it was, it actually happened, as if the story itself had extraordinary magic, and when the story came out of the mouth of Du Xiaoxiao, the author, this magic was even more inspired.

Yes, until this time, Liu Hongquan had fully believed that Du Xiaoxiao was the author of this story. Who else but the author himself can tell this story so deeply?

The story I got in the dream, although this thing is a bit mysterious in general, it is not unacceptable, after all, the records of Zhouzhuang Dream Butterfly, Huangliang Dream and other records are also ancient.

Thinking about it this way, Liu Hongquan suddenly felt that it was not unacceptable for a second-grade elementary school student to write a story like "The Daughter of the Sea".

If Hu Lei knew what Mr. Liu was thinking at this time, he would have double-clicked 666 if he didn't do it, and sighed that the thinking of such a great writer was really different from that of mortals such as me. But if you think about it this way, Du Xiaoxiao seems to have the potential to become a great writer!

"Grandpa, you're crying. Du Xiaoxiao said crisply.

"Yes, Grandpa cried. Liu Hongquan, who has always been hard-mouthed, did not shy away from facing Du Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, haven't you ever thought about giving her a happy ending? For example, let the prince know the truth, and then live happily with the little mermaid." ”

"Why?", Du Xiaoxiao said strangely.

"Because the Little Mermaid is so pitiful. ”

"However, this is the fate of the little mermaid!", Du Xiaoxiao looked as a matter of course.

Liu Hongquan was shocked when he heard this, he really didn't expect to hear such a sentence from Du Xiaoxiao's mouth. Fate, does such a big child know fate?

For Liu Hongquan, who has been writing all his life, he naturally knows that Du Xiao is very right. Many people know that when a work is written to the extreme, it can give the character a soul, and once it is written to this extent, then the author no longer has absolute control over the characters in the story, their lives, their fate, are actually determined by their soul and character, and such a story, we usually say that it also has a soul.

Does "The Daughter of the Sea" have a soul? The answer is yes! But Du Xiaoxiao's remark was a big surprise to Liu Hongquan. After all, the word soul is simple, but it is a very difficult realm for many old authors who have been cultivating for many years!

Inspiration in a dream can be said to be a flash of inspiration, but this sentence can only be explained by talent.

This Du Xiaoxiao is the jade he has been looking for for a long time.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?", Du Xiaoxiao looked at Liu Hongquan, who was in a stupor, and subconsciously glanced at Hu Lei, how can this grandfather like to be in a daze at every turn like Hu Lei! Hey, the world of adults is so complicated.

Liu Hongquan came back to his senses at this time, he shook his head helplessly, his habit of opening his mind really had to be changed. But then again, if it weren't for the blessing of this brain, I might not be able to write so many good works.

Wait, the brain hole is out again, collect.

His gaze focused back on reality again, looking at Du Xiaoxiao in front of him, the more he looked at it, the more difficult it was to be satisfied.

At this time, Liu Hongquan had already moved the idea of accepting apprentices again, but this was a very important matter for him, so it was prudent to investigate it again.

"Xiaoxiao, do you know how to write a good story?"

This is actually a big proposition, so big that a professional writer may find it difficult to explain in his lifetime. Even Liu Hongquan himself may not be able to explain it clearly, talent, interest, and enthusiasm are all right, but they are not completely right.

So, it's a question that doesn't have a standard answer. And Liu Hongquan asked at this time, not just to see if Du Xiaoxiao had his own understanding of writing.

"The story is ......", Du Xiaoxiao's brows furrowed.

Good at thinking and not reckless to answer, Liu Hongquan nodded with satisfaction while twisting his beard.

While Du Xiaoxiao was pondering, Liu Hongquan waited patiently on the side.

After a while, Du Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, "Grandpa, are you talking about the beginning and the end?"

"Beginning and turning?", Liu Hongquan was a little confused, and even a little unreal, could it be that these things have been taught in primary school Chinese now?

With curiosity, even a hint of curiosity, he continued to ask, "Do you know the beginning and the end?"

"I know, the consciousness of starting and turning is to write articles to be straight, to be tolerant, to change, and to be deep. ”

Without waiting for Liu Hongquan to ask, Du Xiaoxiao continued, "Start straight, that is, be straight at the beginning of the article, and get straight to the topic. ”

"Undertaking to be tolerant means that when undertaking the above representations, it should be cohesive and sound, and it should play the role of connecting the previous and the next. ”

"Turn to change, that is, to say that the story must change, there must be a turn, it is said that the text seems to look at the mountains and does not like the flat, and there is no way to attract people without a story without waves. ”

"It is necessary to return to the theme after the twist, it is the finale, and there should be room for the finale, and it would be great if it could achieve the effect of lingering sound. ”

Liu Hongquan was already stunned after hearing these words, and he continued to get surprises since he saw Du Xiaoxiao today, but at this time it was no longer a surprise but a fright.

In this theory, where is what a seven or eight-year-old girl should say, this is not a genius but a demon!

Liu Hongquan swallowed his saliva, "These are all taught by that kid?", if he still thinks that it is taught in primary school Chinese class, it will be really stupid, which primary school will teach this level of theoretical knowledge.

Du Xiaoxiao shook her head, "No." ”

"Who taught you that?"

"I dreamed of it!", Du Xiaoxiao raised her head with pride.

"Ahem. Poor Mr. Liu almost didn't choke, you can solve all the problems with this reason!

"Grandpa, don't you believe it!", Du Xiaoxiao's eyes widened.

Then she looked mysterious, "I'll tell you quietly, I'm very good, and I learned a lot of things in my dreams!"

Liu Hongquan, "......"

On the other side, Hu Lei chatted with Sun Guifen without a match, this is still the old lady is more talkative, otherwise it would be really embarrassing to sit opposite a strange old lady.

However, Hu Lei's attention never left Du Xiaoxiao's side. Du Xiaoxiao was very calm from beginning to end, but she didn't know what she said, so that Uncle Nei could show such a rich expression, it was almost made into an emoji.

It's too unstable that he is also the winner of the Confucius Literature Award.

Taking advantage of the efforts just now, Hu Lei really checked Liu Hongquan's information on the Internet. Not to mention, this uncle's series of titles is really quite bluffing, the last champion of the previous dynasty, the youngest winner of the Confucius Literature Award in history, and the vice president of more than a dozen universities across the country, yes, they are all vice-presidents.

Just when Hu Lei was secretly complaining, Liu Hongquan led Du Xiaoxiao over.

Hu Lei's eyes narrowed, this is the end of the conversation? He was really curious about what the old and the young were talking about.

"Boy, are you the little guardian?"

Hu Lei nodded, although Liu Hongquan's tone was still unkind, but it was much softer than before, it seemed that the effect of the chat was still good.

"That's easy, I'm going to take the little one as an apprentice. ”