Next, Lin Ying and the two old workers moved a lot of books and newspapers one after another, and soon, a mountain of books was piled up in Liu Zhang's dormitory.

He roughly looked at the books and newspapers, which were divided into three main categories: newspapers, literary journals and pictorials, and novels.

Out of professional habit, he first flipped through the novels, and felt that they were of little use. Most of the novels published in that era were based on scar literature, and the stories were mostly the same. It is nothing more than the life of educated youths going to and from the countryside, as well as the arts, arts, martial arts, and fights in a special period, as well as the harm to people in that era. The 80-year special era has passed, and it is the early stage of reform and opening up, and reading such books will not help me in any way.

As for literary publications, forget it, after all, it's all stories, and it seems to take time.

Pictorial, good, good, illustrated, simple and intuitive reflection of an era, first pick it out and read it.

In fact, the most valuable thing is the newspaper. Among them, "People's Daily", "Reference News" and "Guangming Daily" must be read, and only by reading through them can we be regarded as having a basic concept of the 80s.

Even with selective reading, it's a lot of work. Newspapers, in particular, were published once a day, and it was obviously impossible to read every day of the eighties.

Just after reading all the information, how can it take a month or two, where do you have so much time?

But instead of being embarrassed here, it's better to start now.

He's already planned, and it's going to take two or three days to read all of this stuff. Anyway, he can't write a word now, and it's better to read a book than to sit in front of the computer in a daze.

At the moment, Liu Zhang didn't talk nonsense, made a cup of strong tea, and while drinking it, he quickly flipped through it. In fact, you don't need to read too carefully, you just need to scan a lot of news at a glance, and you can roughly remember what happened in which year and month. When you come across something you're interested in, you can slow down and record it.

In order to record useful information, Liu Zhang specially built a document in the computer.

Seeing Liu Zhang reading quietly, Lin Ying got up to help him clean up the room, poured all the cigarette butts into a plastic bag, took them out and threw them away, and wiped the butter in the instant noodles full of cigarette ash and condensation. Then he refilled the teacup, and then lit the fire to the cigarette that Liu Zhang had been holding in his mouth for a long time.

Liu Zhang smiled: "You don't have to be so busy, I can do it myself." ”

"No, no, Mr. Liu, you continue to study, leave me alone. As he spoke, he took his notebook and sat on the side and read it quietly.

"Teacher Liu, I won't affect you here, right?"

"What doesn't affect doesn't matter. ”

"Okay, I'll continue. ”

The electric heater in the room was turned on very loud and warm, and Lin Ying's voice was sometimes soft and soft, sometimes high-pitched and intense, and sometimes gently choked, obviously entering the atmosphere of the script. It's like a song with ups and downs, so good.

Liu Zhang couldn't help but turn his head to look, but saw that her line book was densely filled with annotations. I secretly praised in my heart: This little girl is really serious about doing things, a little girl can do this, Liu Zhang, what do you have to slack off?

The workload was so great that my fingers kept turning over the paper, and gradually it became hot and hot.

Books and publications are fine, a little dust at best. When you touch a newspaper, it's easy to apply first-hand ink. In just half a day, his fingers were black and shiny, and when he looked at his haggard face in the mirror, his temples were really black.

Time passed little by little, and after finishing today's homework, Lin Ying yawned and stood up and said, "Teacher Liu, I'm going back to the house to sleep, and you should rest early." ”

"Okay, you can go back first. Liu Zhang nodded.

It's easy to say that you have time to rest early, but where do you have time to rest, you can't wait!

It was already the second half of the night, the temperature dropped sharply, and his body gradually became cold, Liu Zhang simply jumped on the bed to wrap his back, read the information while smoking, and fell asleep unconsciously.

A choking smell woke him up from his sleep, and when he opened his hazy eyes, he saw that a large hole had been burned out of the quilt, and white smoke was rising.

Liu Zhang couldn't come back to his senses for a while, so he stared blankly at the big cave for a long time, and after a long time, he realized that it was a fire, and hurriedly picked up the teacup and splashed it.

It's so dangerous, if I wake up a little later, and wait for the fire to be together, there are so many books in the house, and I will really be burned to death in it.

After tossing for a long time and looking at the time, it was already five o'clock in the morning, and at this time he was already sleepless, so he simply woke up and began to read the information again.

It's so tiring, and such a huge amount of reading consumes more energy than pure writing. In addition to eating and short sleeps, he almost sleeplessly reads books and newspapers, summaries.

Two more days passed, and during these two days, Lin Ying still came over a few times from time to time to return the books and newspapers he had read back to the library, and then replace them with new ones. In addition, just cook for Liu Zhang.

"Teacher Liu, it's time to eat, today's tofu is good. ”

"Teacher Liu, the weather is cold and dry, you should eat more vegetarian dishes to supplement some vitamins, otherwise you will get sick. ”

"Teacher Liu, you are busy yourself, I will practice my lines for a while. Don't worry, my voice is small and won't bother you. ”

"Teacher Liu, give me your socks or dirty clothes, and I'll send them to the dry cleaners. ”

"Teacher Liu, do you want a hot towel, I'll twist one for you." ”

……

Gradually, Liu Zhang inexplicably got used to Lin Ying taking care of his diet and daily life.

"The dignified seven-foot man has become incapable of taking care of himself. ”

Liu Zhang was stunned.

……

After reading for a long time, a large amount of old news information keeps entering the brain and then being absorbed. In the end, Liu Zhang was completely numb, and he just looked at the newspapers and periodicals so mechanically. His fingernails were covered with black dirt, his eyes were full of eye droppings, and his fingers were red and painful from long-term exposure to cold air, and he was itchy when he was exposed to heat, and he had chilblains.

In the past, the speed of reading novels on the Internet Liu Zhang was also very fast, and there was no problem in reading hundreds of thousands of words every day. It's just that when you read online novels, you don't need to think about it at all, just blindly refresh.

Now reading this kind of boring material, you have to immerse your whole body and mind, put the story you want to write about in those historical events, and imagine what would have happened to them at that time?

Slowly, as the timeline of the major events of the 80s gradually became clear in my mind, the characters in the story I wanted to write began to come alive again. Their stories also began to take shape, and one by one they flashed through Liu Zhang's heart like lightning.

This is inspiration, yes, it is only by this time that Liu Zhang feels that he has really entered the hearts of the characters, and they live under the sky of the eighties.

At this point, there is no point in continuing the text, all the preparations have been completed, and the official writing has begun.

He quickly supplemented the story outline of the next ten episodes of the script on the computer, and when he looked up, it was already snow-white outside.

It was snowing, and the snow fell silently on the land of Jiangnan.

Grabbed a handful of snow that had accumulated on the hallway railing and wiped his dirty hands.

The snow turned out to be hot.