Yes, there has to be a beginning, there has to be a move for the characters in the work to come alive. Let them say something, even if it's all nonsense.

Whatever it is, write it first.

In this way, Liu Zhang typed the words all the way. He has abandoned the so-called literary theory and writes so casually. A thousand words, two thousand words, and the fingers have begun to heat up. The house was filled with the crackling of keyboards, like rain.

His fingers were fast, he gritted his teeth, he was immersed in it.

The light in the room dimmed, and only the cigarette butts on the ashtray could be seen flickering on and off.

There was a knock at the door.

Liu Zhang ignored it.

The sound of "tuk tuk" was still ringing, and Lin Ying's voice came: "Teacher Liu, Teacher Liu, is it again?" I saw your car, you shouldn't have left yet, why don't you turn on the lights?"

Liu Zhang's ten fingers flew over, and his face was hideous.

Lin Ying: "Teacher Liu, the evening in the kitchen is ready, are you going to eat?"

Liu Zhang closed his mouth tightly, and a green tendon on his cheek suddenly jumped. After writing thousands of words, he felt that all his muscles and bones gradually became loose and elastic in this rhythmic percussion.

A vague thought arose from his heart, and he slowly spread towards the heavenly spirit cover, and encountered something to obstruct it, and stagnated.

This is a sign that inspiration is coming, and this is the most important moment.

"Teacher Liu, why don't you speak, is there something wrong with you?" The knock on the door became louder, and Lin Ying's voice changed from worry to panic.

The tingling tide was disturbed by this, and began to descend, and it was about to disappear without a trace.

Liu Zhang suddenly had a violent aura in his heart, and it was unforgivable to be disturbed at a critical moment. He turned around and shouted, "Go away!"

Lin Ying outside was silent for a moment, and then quietly left.

Without thinking about Lin Ying's feelings, Liu Zhang's hand was still subconsciously tapping on the keyboard.

"Papapapa......" is thrilling, like countless fried beans that are bursting, and like a shower hitting the lotus leaves. Fast and slow, dense and sparse.

I don't know how long it took, but it was completely dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly. Only the light of the computer screen is dimly lit, and lines of words are appearing on it one by one, as if they have a life of their own.

Suddenly, a loud "Boom" sound came from his head, as if someone had pulled open a drawer.

It's the sound of inspiration, so wonderful.

……

The inspiration is so wonderful, it's like the goddess in your mind just rejected it fiercely, and now she smiles at you, so mesmerizing.

A scene becomes clear. If you want to show as many twenty or thirty characters as possible in this scene, you need a breaking point, an unexpected event.

For people in the 80s, what is the most interesting and enthusiastic - the status of a regular worker - as long as you have the status of a regular worker, you can be regarded as a decent person who eats the national food.

In the first ten episodes of the story, the male protagonist is just an ordinary worker in a large collective in the factory. In the eighties, factory workers were divided into three types: regular state workers, large collectives, and small collectives. There is also a world of difference in the wages, benefits, and treatment of workers in the three identities. Strictly speaking, as long as you are not a regular employee, you are not a member of the public family, and you may be fired or dismissed at any time. Only when you turn positive, can you be regarded as holding an iron job bowl and entering the system, even if your performance is poor, others will have no way to take you. The salary is high, and the life is leisurely, and the county officials are really not changed.

Then, the story begins with the protagonist turning positive. After getting the good news, several families who are familiar with the protagonist came to congratulate them, and some people came to the door to propose. And the protagonist only has the heroine in his heart. He feels that his identity is different now, and the heroine should marry him. It's a pity that the heroine rejected him. At the same time, the female worker who was rejected by the heroine felt insulted and brought her family to the door...... Everything became lively and chaotic.

Liu Zhang threw the thousands of words he had scribbled in the garbage bin and created a new document. I smoked two cigarettes in one breath, and when I was already in high spirits, I knocked the first word down heavily.

This knock was out of control, until the fingers were so soft that they had no strength anymore, until the morning light outside the window was faint.

Looking at the time on the computer, it was already eight o'clock in the morning, the huge ashtray was full of cigarette butts, and the table was full of cigarette ash. Liu Zhang looked at his hands, they had been frozen all night, and they were already as cold as iron.

In one day and night, he wrote more than 12,000 words, which was half of that scene. This is already half an episode of line quantum, and if you write it for another day, you should be able to finish one episode.

The speed is good, Liu Zhang is very satisfied. At this time, he felt tired enough, because he had smoked too much, his stomach was a little upset, and his head was faintly painful. However, there was a strong excitement in my heart, and I couldn't calm down.

Outside the window, there was the faint sound of footsteps.

Liu Zhang hurriedly walked to the door and opened the door, but saw a lunch box on the windowsill, with hot porridge and pickles, and someone brought him food, but there was no shadow.

He smiled slightly, and shouted at the stairs: "Come out, I saw you, Lin Ying come out quickly." ”

"Teacher Liu, you haven't slept all night, I think you should be hungry, so I brought you some breakfast. Lin Ying flashed out of there embarrassedly, with a shy face: "Teacher Liu, you work too hard, it's hard." ”

Liu Zhang: "Thank you, Lin Ying thank you." ”

Lin Ying's head seemed to be buried in the shoulder socket: "Teacher Liu, you teach me like that, I should bring you breakfast." ”

"No, no, no, it's not about that, I'm going to thank you for helping me write this manuscript. ”

Lin Ying was a little surprised, and was confused: "Teacher Liu, I didn't help you write the manuscript!"

"No, that's more thankful for me than you wrote it for me yourself. You know, yesterday I ran out of inspiration and couldn't write a word. However, after talking for a long time, I suddenly understood a truth. Inspiration, or code words, is a thing that makes perfect. You have to do it, you have to squeeze her out of your laziness and death. Liu Zhang was very satisfied with his manuscript, and even a little high-spirited, and couldn't help but say rudely: "What is inspiration, inspiration is the enemy, you have to work hard, he will obey you!"

"Ah, Teacher Liu......" Lin Ying couldn't believe that the gentle writer Liu said such a thing, and covered her mouth in surprise.

Liu Zhang: "Lin Ying, when you came to call me yesterday afternoon, I just came to inspiration, and I was angry, I scolded you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" was so happy that he impulsively grabbed Lin Ying's hand and shook it incessantly.

Lin Ying's face turned even redder, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and suddenly realized: "So that's the case, I almost scared Teacher Liu's inspiration away." If that's the case, then I've made a big mistake. Teacher Liu, I should be the one who said I'm sorry!"

"Okay, okay, don't be sorry, I'm sorry, inspiration can't wait, write more. You've scared my inspiration away, so I'll just write some more manuscripts. Hungry, thank you for your breakfast. Liu Zhang hurriedly picked up the bowl and returned to the room to eat it in a big gulp.

Lin Ying also followed, saw the cigarette butts and ashes inside, quickly put them away, and said, "Teacher Liu, this manuscript is so exquisite, this writer is like this! You writers are all educated, which is really admirable. ”

Liu Zhang said with a smile: "Beauty loves writers, it was in the eighties, and now it is the 10s of the new century, and the poor acid is us." Beauty should love the rich to have a future. ”

Lin Ying blushed: "Teacher Liu, I think it's always good to have knowledge and learning." ”

"I'm just a writer, what kind of knowledge can I have, and if I have knowledge, I won't fall to this step, just eat with my mouth. Liu Zhang smiled bitterly and asked, "Lin Ying, do you have anything else?"

Lin Ying: "Mr. Liu, the director has agreed to play the female No. 3, today is the first scene, I want you to go to the set to take a look, guide me, and see if the acting is successful." ”

"I'm not a director, and I don't understand. Liu Zhang originally planned to make up for his drowsiness this morning, but he couldn't sleep in his current state of excitement.

He was so tired that he couldn't write the manuscript anymore, so he simply went to the set to have a look. Maybe you can fall asleep with a toss?

He nodded: "Okay, I'll take a look later." ”

Lin Ying was overjoyed: "Teacher Liu, thank you, it's great! This scene starts filming at ten o'clock, you rest first, and I'll go to memorize the lines and figure out the role." So saying, he ran out as fast as he could.

After a while, the sound of her reciting lines sounded in the corridor of the building, endlessly.

Liu Zhang shook his head, but he admired a little in his heart: This Xiaolin is a bit of a workaholic! People who work hard, have plans, and have the ability to act are always admirable, but looking at me before, I am ashamed, ashamed!