Afternoons are always hard.

The temperature of the summer day climbs to its peak at this time. The sun shines on the earth, spreading infinite love on all things. That love is so hot that it almost bakes everything under the sky.

At about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the family went out.

Xiao Fei was the only one in the family.

He moved the table to the shade of the courtyard and spread out the manuscript paper to write.

He was shirtless, showing off his white flesh, his body was well-proportioned, and his body was quite fit, and this morning martial arts workout for nearly a month still played a considerable role.

It was too hot. Sweat ran down his body.

Both of his hands were wet and sweaty.

Therefore, when he was lying on the table and writing quickly, he tried to be as careful as possible to avoid sweating and soaking the manuscript paper.

Since that day, he thought about going to the magic capital to implement the plan to save Dai Houying, and by the way, to see if he could get a recommendation, and directly took the line of harvesting the editorial department of the magazine, he felt that it was a bit too thin to bring only one article "Literature is Dead, Please Burn Paper if You Have Something", and he wanted to write a novel and bring it with him. Time has entered the modern era, and novels have become veritable kings of literature, and it is not easy to make a name for themselves in the literary world without a loud finale. So, he's going to write long stories. Write a long story that will attract the attention of the literary world.

And the thinking about this novel has spanned a long time and space.

In his previous life, he had seriously conceived about it, and wanted to write several times, but he gave up because he was restless and looked ahead.

In this life, he made up his mind to write it in the shortest possible time.

Moreover, he wants to write this book into a classic, a great masterpiece that can be passed on to future generations. Maybe that's a bit arrogant.

But Xiao Fei is indeed ambitious at this time.

The story he wants to write is related to the college entrance examination, which depicts the joys and sorrows of the protagonist Li Xianwei and several generations of a small village named Guzhuang.

He wanted to write a wonderful, thought-provoking novel that would stand the test of time in a purely literary way.

Writing a long story is not just a test of pen power.

There is also life experience.

The most important thing is the way the story is told, whether the narrative language has a compelling magic. A good novelist is always able to write a very ordinary thing into a thrilling meaning.

Xiao Fei feels that there are very few domestic pure literary writers who can tell stories well.

And Yu Hua can be regarded as one of the peaks.

Yu Hua was originally a pioneer fiction writer.

When it comes to avant-garde writers, what immediately comes to mind is stream of consciousness, impressionism, black humor, postmodern deconstruction, and so on.

In a word, avant-garde fiction is to play dumb riddles with people in circles and play deeply, and you say that you can't read the works of those writers, that's right.

Writers themselves don't necessarily understand it!

Yu Hua originally played avant-garde literature.

But Yu Hua was born with a talent for storytelling, and his narrative talent is one of the few in China.

In the late 90s, Yu Hua found that he could not play pure avant-garde literature, and readers were not welcome, he was an extremely intelligent person, and he immediately overtook and changed his style.

This change of style is amazing, and his successive launches of "Alive" and "Xu Sanguan Selling Blood" have caused a sensation all over the country and have been enthusiastically liked by domestic readers.

As a result, Yu Hua became one of the best writers in China.

Of course, this is the best, and many traditional literary critics do not admit it, they think that Yu Hua's work has no profound social significance, but just tells a tragic story.

Xiao Fei wrote the novel he is now conceiving, borrowing from Yu Hua's narrative style.

In fact, Xiao Fei found that as long as the novel is written by a writer who is readable, his narrative style is almost the same.

The novel that Xiao Fei wants to write is called "Fish Walking on Land".

The title of the book is a metaphor for the fact that if people who can't jump through the college entrance examination and can't turn into dragons want to get ahead, they have to leave the water they rely on for survival and find another way to succeed.

Xiao Fei has been writing this book these days.

I write for about 6 hours a day, and I write about 15,000 words. His plan was to write the book to about 300,000 words, and then he should be able to finish it around August 20, and by then, he would go straight to Shanghai with the manuscript.

Xiao Fei was writing selflessly, and suddenly felt that there was more person around him.

A fresh fragrance permeated him.

He looked up and found Liu Xinmei standing beside him, smiling at him.

When did she come? Xiao Fei frowned, he was so devoted, and many people around him didn't know.

I saw that she was wearing a small cotton silk suspender, a hillock bulging on her chest, and her chest was a little low, and there were traces of her career line.

This dress is too bold in the village.

"What are you writing? Fiction? Liu Xinmei bent down, squinting to read the words on the manuscript paper. Her gaze fell on his naked upper body. She was secretly speechless, but she didn't expect Xiao Fei to look quite thin, and the flesh on his body was quite porcelain, toned and pleasing to the eye.

Xiao Fei covered the manuscript paper he was writing and said with a smile: "It's just writing casually, when I'm writing, I can't have too much movement around me, otherwise I won't be able to write." ”

He's hinting: You're bothering me.

"Oh, then don't write it, let's sit down and talk, shall we?" Liu Xinmei sat down on the table where he was writing and at the same time their family's dinner table.

The two long-legged white flowers are more dazzling than the sun.

What is she doing here? Xiao Fei speculated about her thoughts, but no matter what she thought, he was reluctant to get too close to her.

"But I have something to ......," he said tactfully.

"Hee-hee! You are not allowed to have any problems, you have to talk to me. Liu Xinmei chuckled, her crooked eyes staring at his face. She wanted to see something in his eyes.

She was dressed like this beside him, and he didn't have any ideas?

However, she didn't see anything in his eyes, only a trace of calmness, faintness, and did not look unbearable because of your bold dress, and there was a little deep rejection in her eyes.

This, what's going on?

Liu Xinmei was a little confused.

She thought that she had hinted to Xiao Fei so clearly, and told him that she had always had his shadow in her heart, and she was going to wait for him or something in H University.

Could it be that he doesn't like himself and doesn't mean that to himself?

Liu Xinmei was extremely disappointed, which also stimulated her even more, and she wanted to work hard to arouse his interest in herself and capture him under her skirt.

Xiao Fei was helpless: "If you want to say anything, then you can say it, I'll listen." ”

Liu Xinmei turned her head to look and felt that Xiao Fei's house was too hidden, even if she wanted to say something, in such an open courtyard, it was unspeakable.

"Then you accompany me to the post, let's find a place where no one can disturb us, and talk to each other's hearts, okay?" She reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Hey, hey! I said, Liu Xinmei, can we stop pulling and pulling? It will cause misunderstanding when people see it. Xiao Fei said.

He didn't expect that she would pull herself.

With his understanding of Liu Xinmei, this girl has always had a very high opinion of herself and is full of arrogance, she has a strong utilitarian spirit, she shouldn't be so hot and affectionate to herself!