"Sister Shi Yi, why are you so melancholy?"

The person who spoke was Buckwheat, a young woman of literature, who was now on her way to skip school. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Around 2001, the magazine "Budding" also undertook the important task of taking in young men and women who were truant from all over China. The editors not only have to worry about all kinds of manuscripts, but also have to be intimate sisters and intimate brothers, give these literary and artistic young men and women good food and drink, and then assist the public security organs to send them back to their hometowns to continue their serious study.

In 2001, young people still had fewer choices, and if they dropped out of school, they might really have to go to work - there were no online articles to write, no boosting to do, and not a lot of easy jobs. However, the distress of young people is the same.

This young woman named Buckwheat ran away from the northeastern region of China, and has been in the sea market for more than half a month, but she still doesn't want to go home. The money I brought out has been spent, and now I rely on the help of friends I met by writing articles, going to a 24-hour convenience store or KFC for a night at night, sometimes helping the convenience store to see the store, and getting paid for some drinks and lunch.

Of course, in her own eyes, she doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with this kind of life, but she feels that she is wandering, crazy and cool.

For such a young woman in literature and art, Shi Yi has already rescued several times, and gradually from the initial praise to neutrality, to now a little disgusted.

One of the things that people who use the sea to list often like to say is - I can't figure it out!

However, after all, Shi Yi graduated from the Chinese Department of East China Normal University, and he still had the necessary cultivation, and he still told her the reason for his sigh.

"Oh? It's so good-looking, I don't believe it! ”

Buckwheat's eyes widened - it was far more interesting for the fanatical literary young women of the time to find a good article than to find a handsome guy like Takeshi Kaneshiro.

"Well, if you want to read it, you can read it yourself, and the manuscript will be there."

Buckwheat quickly picked up the manuscript on the table and read it with relish.

One moment it will be bright, one will be sad, one moment the sky will be clear, and the other will be cloudy. The weather of the four seasons is fully displayed on the face of the buckwheat.

Half an hour later, I finally finished reading it. Buckwheat's face was already covered with teardrops, and the appearance of pear blossoms with rain was really pitiful.

"You... You okay? ”

Shi Yi asked cautiously, after all, looking at buckwheat like that, the feeling of being emotionally unstable.

"I... I'm fine. I was just... It's just been a long time since I've seen such a good article! ”

"Huh."

Shi Yi was noncommittal.

"I'm going to find him!"

"Looking for him?"

Shi laughed, thinking that this little girl was really whimsical. What age is it, and there are readers who go to see the author alone.

"No, I'm going to him. He is a galloping wild horse in my heart, and I may be that grassland. He needed me, he was so lonely, and so was I. I met in the vast sea of people, I was lucky, but no, my life. ”

Shi Yi hurriedly grabbed her and said:

"Don't, what kind of mess is it? You're not really going to find this author, are you? Do you know where his home is? Aren't you scared for a girl to run so far? Do you know the way to go? ”

"Sister Shi, you probably forgot how I ran from the Northeast to Haishi, right? I'm not afraid, even if it's all the odds! I'm going to cut open my heart and let him see what it is! ”

I'm going... What are the current little literary girls thinking about...

Shi Yi couldn't stop it, and he didn't want to care, so he had to say:

"Well, I can't care about you if you go. Be careful on the road. In addition, I will give you 200 yuan, and I will not have any more. ”

"Thank you, Sister Shi!"

Looking at the back of the buckwheat in the distance, Shi Yi couldn't help but sigh... What's the matter! The afterlife is terrifying...

And Zheng Long, in Pucheng City, Jianfu Province, was also tossing and turning at this time and couldn't sleep at night. I finally missed the opportunity I finally got it, and I don't know if my fate will be rewritten.

Since you can't sleep, just get up and code words. Zheng Long crept up in the moonlight, carefully tapping on the keyboard, trying not to let his parents hear the sound.

Because, it's really late!

Finally, by two o'clock in the morning, the first two chapters of Phantom City had finally been completely revised. Of course, there are a lot of Zheng Long's own improvements.

Overall, the effect should be noticeable. Zheng Long carefully proofread it again to ensure that there were no typos. Unlike later online novels, readers at this time still had a low tolerance for typos, and some people even abandoned the book because they saw a typo.

So, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years.

"That's it!"

Zheng Long registered an account on the website under the banyan tree. In 2001, the interface under the banyan tree was still relatively rough, but it was not far from now. As the originator website of the first generation of online literature, the literary dream of a generation was enshrined under the banyan tree, and it was once a place where young people gathered. It was only later that because of the problem of the elite line and the failure to accurately grasp the tide of literary marketization, it gradually fell behind and faded out of people's field of vision.

Zheng Long made a copy of the compiled documents, copied all of them into the forum of the website under the banyan tree, and published them in the novel column.

By the way, Zheng Long also looked at other people's posts and found that the popularity of this forum at this time was not inferior to many forums in later generations.

At that time, people were still relatively literary and artistic, and the market had not been completely subdivided, and there were both very small white articles and pearls, so it can be said that the quality was uneven.

I clicked on a few posts and saw several crappy novels. Zheng Long could clearly see that these novels were either imitations of Jin Gu Huang Liang Wen Dao's martial arts, or pretentious Anne style, or plagiarized the Taiwanese literary style that was very popular at the time (the first intimate encounter)... In short, in general the quality is not very high.

Moving on to a few other columns, the poetry and prose sections are even more... How to put it, to be precise, it should be almost miserable. Since people have not fully developed the habit of reading on the Internet at this time, many people just write websites as their own blogs, resulting in the majority of people writing for their hearts.

Seeing this, Zheng Long couldn't help but feel a little more confident.

Well, I will be able to succeed, and I firmly believe in this!

And in the moonlight, Zheng Long remembered the things before he was reborn. remembered the scene when he first joined an advertising company, and stayed up all night thinking about ideas for an advertising case, and remembered that Lin Chen and himself had a big quarrel with Party A in order to protect their creativity and were almost fired by the boss.

Lin Chen in that world, brother, how are you doing? Zheng Long was full of thoughts, and he fell asleep at some point.

When he woke up the next day, Zheng Long went to class early in the morning. Because I was in a hurry, I didn't have time to turn on the computer to see how many people under the banyan tree had read my novels.

After all, the Internet was not developed at this time, and even if there were many people who had read their novels, it would still take a certain amount of time for the popularity to spread, so there was no need to be too anxious.

As soon as he came to the school, Zheng Long saw Lin Chen walking towards him from afar.

"Good morning!"

"Good..."

Lin Chen's answer was a little weak, obviously he should have stayed up late last night.

"You kid, you went to the Internet café again last night?"

"How dare I!" Lin Chen scratched the back of his head and said:

"Hehe, I went to my cousin's house yesterday to play, she has a computer at home, and I didn't come home until late!"

"Oh?" Zheng Longyi was interested when he heard it:

"How does your cousin look? Would you be interested in me being your brother-in-law? ”

"Get out! You fucking pervert! ”

The life of junior high and high school is always full of this kind of fighting between classmates, which makes Zheng Long feel very comfortable. Before he knew it, it was class time, and this was the time for him and Lin Chen to catch up on sleep.

It is a crime to not sleep in class.

However, the first class was Lin Lili's class, and Zheng Long was not too arrogant, so he still cheered up and prepared to listen to the class for a while.

Lin Lili is the class teacher, but she is also a Chinese teacher. Although in Zheng Long's view, the Chinese class in middle and high school is the most useless class in all courses.

The reason is that if you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you are not afraid to go all over the world, and you can learn politics and history well and blow all over the world, but it is just language, and it is useless.

Really, people who are good in middle and high school Chinese classes later either go to work as advertising copywriters, or as screenwriters, and if they are poor, they even go to sales.

All in all miserable.

However, today's Lin Lili looks radiant, as if there is something good to announce.