In the forum dynamics, it's basically all about selling books, and there are all kinds of discussions about the plot.

"I'm going to cry to death, Shui Luo Nianhua actually wrote the male protagonist to death, and was hit by a car to protect the female protagonist, oh my God!"

"No, the one I'm chasing, at most, just writes the heroine as crippled, and it's not as miserable as yours. ”

"You're a little better.,This new book.,The male protagonist fell in love with the first female owner.,The female owner's family died unexpectedly.,Fall in love with the second female owner.,The female owner's brother hung up.,Although it's very sadistic to watch.,But it always feels weird.。 ”

It's all similar to this kind of discussion, Xu Nianyue sighed, she always felt that youth novels shouldn't be like this.

After looking at it again, Xu Nianyue continued to work again.

After reading several articles in succession, Xu Nianyue saw a document sent by a person named "Xiaolou Listens to the Rain at Night".

"Xiaolou listens to the rain at night? ”

Xu Nianyue clicked on it and looked at it.

"For the first time in five years, sitting in front of a computer, I couldn't find the coordinates for writing.

In the months that I have been serializing "Life Hunter", I have not stopped writing independent stories. "Love Two Good and Three Bad" killer, "The Eighth Bronze Man of Shaolin Temple", etc., the scope of creation continues to expand, and it is still not limited to the shackles of genre.

……

"Stories are my wings, never my prison.

Just wait for the right wind and I can start flying.

I couldn't help but start thinking cranky. A lot has happened in the past six months, and my mother's illness has especially affected the lives of all members of the family, so I opened the door of memory at the bedside and recorded everything about my mother and my youth and frivolity. Day after day, just as I poured out my heartache and sweetness on the keyboard, a flood called "youth" flooded me again.

"Then write a story about us. Liao Yinghong put on his military hat and smiled.

"yes, let's record our story. Xu Bochun studied in the United States and wrote on the BBS class board.

So I found that a pair of wings had quietly grown on my back.

"I'll think again. I scratched my head. Because the wind has not yet risen.

Then, she brought in a phone call. ”

This is the beginning of the whole story, when she saw this beginning, Xu Nianyue was stunned, and she was stunned by this novel beginning.

Does this mean that the author is a writer himself, or is the protagonist of the novel a writer? And the beginning looks like an autobiography. ”

Xu Nianyue became interested, and she began to read it word by word.

"The story should start with that wall.

In the summer of 1990, Changhua Jingcheng Middle School, the second grade of art class A.

A boy who firmly believes that his messy natural curls will one day straighten up is finally punished by Lai Dao to sit in the far corner of the classroom because he likes to joke too much in class and likes to raise the bar with his classmates around him.

The only adjacent seat is a bare wall.

'Ke Jingteng, now look at how noisy you are!' Director Lai sneered, and looked at me who was busy moving drawers on the podium. ”

First person?

Xu Nianyue frowned slightly, the first person on the market is not too popular now, unlike a few years ago, the third person is popular now.

So the camera of the story quietly brought from the clumsy graffiti wall to the freckles on Shen Jiayi's delicate face.

My youth, no, our youth, just began. ”

……

"What does it feel like to sit in front of Shen Jiayi?"

"It's very cliché, like the seventy-second of the ninety-nine formulas in a romance novel, compared to Shen Jiayi's excellent homework, I am a ridiculous student with poor grades in school. ”

"I have to admit it bitterly...... Embarrassed, embarrassed, very uncomfortable. ”

……

"How can you say that Shen Jiayi is an Obasan? Shen Jiayi is really an invincible girl, I must always emphasize this.

Shen Jiayi lives in Dazhu, Changhua, far away, but because of the school bus in the morning, Shen Jiayi always arrives very early, and sits in her seat at seven o'clock to review her homework.

Every morning when I rode my bicycle to school, I used to lie down on the table and sleep on my head after staggering, sleepy-eyed and slumbering breakfast into a drawer, but Shen Jiayi would pick up the pen and stab me lightly in the back, stabbing and stabbing again, until I got up in a fog and turned back to talk to her. ”

……

"No matter how good Shen Jiayi's academic performance is, the victory or defeat on the chessboard is not the same abacus. Soon, I achieved an absolute advantage with the sharp edge of the wind forest and volcano, and I planned to solve all of Shen Jiayi's chess pieces one by one, leaving only the lonely "handsome", and ending the situation with a slow-chewing "shaved head".

'Ke Jingteng, your performance of playing with Xu Zhizhang today is really very naïve. Shen Jiayi shook her head.

'Why are you laughing at childish words?' I rubbed my chin.

'Please, anyone who sees it will want to laugh!' Shen Jiayi retorted.

You still dare to say, if you hadn't laughed, how could Liao Yinghong and Yang Zeyu and I be punished, even Xu Zhizhang is no exception. Damn, how about being punished for half squatting when you get to the mountain!' I glared at Shen Jiayi.

'Defend and confiscate your horse.' As soon as Shen Jiayi finished speaking, she really pulled out my 'horse' alive.

I was stunned, what's going on?

'Are you crazy, how can anyone play chess like that?'

'You're so strong, what does it matter if you get a horse pulled away, are you scared? ’

'What does this have to do with naivety? Forget it, it's okay to have you a horse, I'll shave your head sooner or later.' ’

'Shaved head?'

"Yes, it's just that only one piece of chess is left. Super pitiful, super miserable!"

'It's too much. Shen Jiayi quickly pulled my 'car' away, without any guilt. ”

Seeing this paragraph, Xu Nianyue finally couldn't help laughing.

This Ke Jingteng and Shen Jiayi are really fun, when she was about to read it, she found that there was no behind, so she went back to the front and read the title, the name of the novel is "The Girl We Chased Together in Those Years".

Finally, Xu Nianyue noticed the difference in this novel.

Reading it all the way, she has an extremely comfortable feeling, yes, it's comfortable, it's different from the rest of the youth literature, this youth literature doesn't come up at the beginning to die the male protagonist and the dead female protagonist, but tells the ordinary youth daily life.

This kind of youthful daily life is basically something that everyone will experience, it is very real, and there is a lively atmosphere between the lines.

Its style is completely different from those youth essays that are abused to death.

There was a joy in Xu Nianyue's eyes, and at this moment, she even realized that this novel was definitely a clear stream in the current youth novel market!

Moreover, this is like a youth novel in her mind, where did so many abortions come from in youth.

Xu Nianyue immediately sent an email to the author of Xiaolou who listened to the night rain.

"Hello, after review, the novel has reached the standard, please add me QQ to talk in detail. ”

……

Ren Feng had just sent Peng Zhongyu away at this time, and when he returned to the office to pack his things, he was about to go to the Education Bureau, and at this time, he happened to see a new email.

When he clicked on it, a smile suddenly appeared on Ren Feng's face.

"Let's just say, this novel is of such high quality, how can it not be liked by the editor?"