It took about ten minutes from Feng Jing's house to Xinhua Bookstore, and neither of them had the habit of playing umbrellas. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the heat on the road can even be seen with the naked eye. The ponytail that is tied up at will hangs behind the back as if wearing a cotton vest, and the thermal insulation effect is called a cow.

"Xiaowan, wait, I need to cut my hair." When passing by a barber shop, Feng Jing couldn't help but drag Tang Xiaowan, who ran to Xinhua Bookstore with great interest.

"What kind of haircut? How good is long hair? I don't want to keep my hair! Tang Xiaowan retorted loudly, the provincial team has a rule that girls' hair cannot be over the shoulder. Don't look at her posture as a female man, when she lost her long hair, she hid in the quilt and cried secretly for two nights.

"What's so good, it's hot to death." After that, he also lifted the ponytail to let the sweaty back breathe.

"So what do you want to cut it into? Am I like this? Tang Xiaowan pointed to her boy-like inch head, "It hurts when the sun hits the scalp directly!" He also made a painful expression as he spoke, for fear that Feng Jing would not know.

"Okay, don't play tricks, I'm just going to make it thinner and cut it a little shorter." Feng Jing said and dragged Tang Xiaowan into this barber shop.

The air conditioning in the barbershop is very powerful, and as soon as I enter the door, I feel a chill hit me, which immediately calms down the hot blood.

The barber closed his mouth after asking about the requirements for cutting short and thinning the scene, unlike the barbers of later generations who moved their mouths faster than scissors, and the sales members were more professional than the salespeople.

"Hey! Wait, cut less, just thin it, don't change the length. Tang Xiaowan saw that the barber had cut off nearly ten centimeters of hair, and couldn't help but say it loudly.

Feng Jing said calmly, "Leave her alone, continue to reduce, it's okay to cut two more centimeters." ”

However, because of Tang Xiaowan, who was screaming, the barber didn't cut Feng Jing's hair much shorter in the end. Fortunately, it was indeed thin, tied up and grabbed it in his hand, Feng Jing lifted the tail of the ponytail, combed it upside down with his fingers a few times, and twisted it a few times to create a very common Korean-style bud in later generations. Lightweight and cool, it is a must-have first choice for girls with long hair to escape the summer heat.

When I arrived at Xinhua Bookstore, I realized that my previous idea was wrong, and in this era, TV has just become a must-have appliance for every household, not to mention computers. Students lack entertainment, and reading books has become the first choice of the public, and as the largest bookstore in the city, Xinhua Bookstore cannot be less crowded.

"It's you who drag and cut your hair, or we'll be able to grab a seat." Tang Xiaowan looked at the bookstore that was slowly seated and complained quietly.

Xinhua Bookstore has a reading area, ten yuan to get a library card to read a year's books for free, and there are some benches next to the bookshelf for people to rest.

"It's okay, we can sit on the floor, the floor isn't dirty anyway." Feng Jing said with a somewhat flattering smile.

"Forget it, forgive you." Tang Xiaowan showed the administrator's library cards of the two, and then pulled Feng Jing into the most densely populated magazine area.

"Slow down, the book can't run, be careful not to bump into people."

"Oh, why are you so rubbing! After a while, the new magazines won't be available. "Tang Xiaowan's serious look is really cute! I really want to take a picture with my phone. Pity...... At this time, it was also the era of the popular brick big brother, and even Nokia was just a little yellow chicken for the time being, let alone a smartphone comparable to a microcomputer.

grabbed two magazines that were new and unread, Tang Xiaowan excitedly handed one to Feng Jing, and then pulled Feng Jing to find a corner with few people and sat down and began to read the magazine.

Feng Jing casually flipped through this book with Sakura in it, and on the cover were written various "Secretly in Love with You", "The Tenderness of a Bad Boy", and "My Sassy Boyfriend...... and other "Beautiful Girl" magazines, which look very youthful and romantic, while looking at Xinhua Bookstore.

In her impression, Xinhua Bookstore seems to have re-planned after two or three years, and after the renovation, it was renamed Shuicheng Library, which was originally intended to facilitate everyone to read books, but since it was changed to a library, there are fewer and fewer magazines, but there are more and more famous books of all kinds, and the cultural heritage of the people of Shuicheng obviously cannot keep up with the process of the library, so there are fewer and fewer people who come to the library to read books, and then when electronic reading flourishes, no one wants to go to the library to read books. The symbolism of the Watertown Library greatly exceeds the practical meaning.

Flipping through the magazine in his hand and looking at the contents slightly, Feng Jing was about to poke his eyes out. THE WRITING IS CHILDISH, AND THE KOREAN STYLE IS SERIOUS, AND THERE ARE A LOT OF TRANSLITERATED JAPANESE AND KOREAN PRONUNCIATIONS SUCH AS "SIGUOYI" AND "CALANGHEIYO".

What the hell is this? The whole book is either this kind of brain-dead **** hero and heroine who are together, or it is BE who is moaning inexplicably and can't stay together. This is nothing, the most eye-hurting thing is that the heroes and heroines in this article are basically thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys and girls, just imagining it is enough.

Feng Jing, who was scorched by thunder, sat on the ground and thought about life, and came to Xinhua Bookstore in the heat of more than 30 degrees on a hot day, I came to be poisoned by this kind of magazine?

Tang Xiaowan, who was watching with relish next to her, really had the urge to strangle her!

Just when Feng Jing couldn't hold back and strangled Tang Xiaowan, a small essay notice came into her eyes.

The remuneration of 40-80/1000 words still seems very moving at this time, after all, the length of an article in a magazine is probably hovering between 5000 and 8000, so according to the principle of profit maximization, writing an article can earn at least 32000, if it is 10 articles, it is 3002, and 100 articles is 32,000! The investment amount of stock speculation in the early stage is out!

However, it was impossible for her to submit a hundred articles at a time in one magazine, so she had to find a few magazines, and after noting down the magazine's submission address and requirements for the manuscript, Feng Jing immediately got up and began to rummage through a large number of magazines.

After choosing, she finally chose the 8 magazines with the most manuscript fees. The requirements are all the same, basically some campus love stories, or falling in love in the guise of fantasy, detective, and supernatural.

In the era of the information explosion, Feng Jing didn't know how many novels and TV series he had read, and he would blow up the popular love stories in these magazines by picking every corner at will.

Of course, in order to be able to win the bid at one time, Feng Jing still pressed the various complaints that popped up from time to time in his heart, read all the selected magazines, and then wrote down the style of these magazines in his notebook, so that there is a high chance of avoiding the embarrassing situation that he can't choose it even if he writes very well.

The afternoon passed quickly.

The two walked home, eating ice cream and chatting until they forked in the road. Tang Xiaowan's house had to go straight, while Feng Jing's house had to turn left.

"Fengjing~Shall we come to read tomorrow~~?" Tang Xiaowan is still addicted to the plot of the novel and can't extricate herself, and her speech has her own wavy line of weaker girls.

"No, I have something to do tomorrow." Feng Jing bluntly refused, the deadline of the magazine every month is the fifteenth, and today is already the tenth, in addition to the time required to send the letter, she must write at least eight or more romance essays in three days, and each one has to make up 8,000 words! At this time, she didn't have a computer and could only write by hand, so she was very short on time.

"Fengjing~~ I'm going to train with the provincial team next week, so you can accompany me~~!" Tang Xiaowan hugged Feng Jing's arm and shook it vigorously.

"You accompany your parents these days, and I'll come to play with you in a few days, don't make trouble, be obedient." Feng Jing patted Tang Xiaowan's head while quickly thinking about the plot and said.

Seeing that Feng Jing was so insistent, Tang Xiaowan didn't toss anymore, "Then it's okay!" You must come and play with me! ”

"Got it! You go slowly, go home and stay safe! ”

"Eun! You must come and play with me! We've got an appointment! ”

"Bye-bye!"

The sun at five o'clock in the afternoon and nearly six o'clock in the afternoon was no longer scorching, and the color was also tinged with a layer of orange, like a salted duck egg with a red heart that had begun to bubble with oil.

Before I got home, I saw the white oil smoke coming out of the kitchen exhaust fan, and my mother was back!

"Xiaojing, come over and wash your hands and go out with food." Ms. Peng shouted to Feng Jing while waving a spatula in the kitchen.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Feng Jing answered while changing his shoes.

Roasted pork ribs with potatoes, seaweed egg drop soup, water spinach, just smelling the fragrance of the scene's stomach began to gurgle, because there were only two people eating, the amount of each dish was not much, just enough for the mother and daughter to eat, and there would be no waste of leftovers. This ability to predict makes Feng Jing breathtaking.

After eating, washing the dishes and taking a shower, Feng Jing chatted with his mother for a while and then returned to the room.

Sitting at the desk, Feng Jing took out a notebook, on which were dazzled with words that looked like essays and graffiti.

Since he had already typed the draft on the way back, Feng Jing began to write in the notebook without any stagnation, and after the first draft was completed, he retouched the words and punctuation, and copied it neatly on standard stationery.

This kind of preoccupation is the easiest time to make people forget the passage of time, and when Feng Jing puts down his pen and stretches out to get ready for bed, the alarm clock on the corner of the table shows the time at 4:28.

From eight o'clock in the evening to half past four in the morning, a total of five 8000+ articles were written in more than eight hours, which is ...... It's a bit high!

In terms of word count alone, without a computer, an article must be written at least twice, once for the first draft, once for transcription, and five articles of more than 8,000 words......

In other words, Fengjing wrote more than 80,000 words in eight hours, with an average of 10,000 words per hour. That's really ...... I can't use a computer to play this efficiently!

Feng Jing rubbed his slightly aching right wrist and middle finger, and was full of emotion at the efficiency of his writing—could it be that being reborn once could really strengthen my "mental power" like what was written in the novel? After all, there was no pause or unsmoothness in the process of her writing, and the whole process was completed in one go. Now that she thinks about it, she still remembers the content of the five novels clearly, when did my memory become so powerful?

Forget it, go to sleep, sleep! Feng Jing turned off the lamp and climbed into bed.