After planning the general plot, Wen Xun was ready to start thinking about the specific subtle plot. In fact, according to his original habit, he can definitely start writing books at this time, but because he is still at school at this time, there are teachers lecturing on the podium. And when he heard the news, he is still a pacesetter in the whole school, and he can only pretend to be listening to the lecture like he is now, but in fact, he is thinking about his own novels.

When the day's class was over, Wen Xun had almost considered the details of the first part, and when he got home, he began to write the novel non-stop. When Wen Xun was struggling to write, Wen Rou felt that she couldn't understand her brother a little.

My brother almost never participated in any time-wasting competitions such as essay contests when he was in school, although at that time he wanted to save time to study and go up the mountain to pick herbs, but Wen Xun didn't show a special love for writing.

Since the last days of the summer vacation, my brother seems to have changed all of a sudden, becoming a frequent contemplative every day, a love of sleeping, and a lot of writing and writing...... All of this made Wen Rou feel that her brother was very strange. "Could it be because our family dragged down my brother in the past?" Wen Rou began to think about it in a big way. This scene in front of her can only make her think that it was because the family had no money before, so her brother suppressed all his hobbies. When he has a sponsor, his brother can spread his wings and be truly free to do what he likes......

But Wen Xun didn't know this at this time, he was working hard to write a novel. When I was 12 years old, I felt as if I had come back to writing novels, although it was very hand-written, not fast, and often stuck, but Wen Xun felt as if he had entered a fantasy world, a world that only belonged to him.

In this world of his own imagination, those characters seem to be actors, performing different expressions and dialogues according to his requirements, and he is like a director or a photographer, constantly recording the performances of those actors.

Even sometimes when Wen Xun writes, he can find himself inexplicably smiling on his face. This feeling of writing a book makes Wen Xun feel both familiar and unfamiliar, fun and nostalgic. Soon, Wen Xun finished the first part. He stood up and moved his shoulders, and he only felt his shoulders stiffen when he was lying on his desk for so long as he wrote.

After moving his body slightly, Wen Xun began to appreciate the things he had written. It didn't matter at first glance, Wen Xun almost tore up the manuscript paper full of words! In his opinion, he wrote these things that he didn't know how to describe.

Although it took Wen Xun hours to write these things, and he worked hard to shape them, it stands to reason that there should be a sense of pride similar to seeing his own children. But how did Wen Xun feel that what he wrote was too stumpy, not smooth at all, many scenes were too blunt, some sentences were too dragging to read, and some places didn't seem to be enough to render......

"It looks like my level is not enough......" Wen Xun sighed and said, although he was not discouraged, Wen Xun still felt a little disappointed. He simply didn't want to look at it anymore, so he just got up and went to the yard to move his body, thinking that he would continue to write after moving his body.

After Wen Xun walked out of the room, Wen Rou put down the homework she was writing, and secretly walked to her brother's desk and began to read her brother's novel. It didn't matter what she looked at, she just felt that she had suddenly entered the world of her brother's fantasy. Although it seems that her brother's writing is not flashy, it does not quite match her gentle aesthetic. But she had to admit that the thing her brother wrote seemed to be concise and fast, and he only explained the things that had to be explained, and resolutely did not write anything else. This approach makes the whole story seem fast-paced and very eye-catching.

Just when Wen Rou was reading her brother's novel, Wen Xun returned to the house after moving her body. As soon as he saw his sister reading his work, he immediately walked to the desk and snatched his manuscript, and said a little unhappily: "It's not well written, don't read it, I'll show it to you when I'm done." ”

"Don't, how well written! Why don't you let me see it? Wen Rou became anxious. She really thinks that her brother's writing is very good, at least this story has really attracted her attention, and has really made her devote herself to that story, as if her brother's simple words are just to let people pay better attention to the story itself!

She was even a little shocked that her brother was so demanding of herself - he had already written very well, why did his brother still look like he was writing rubbish?

"What's good? Don't coax me, it's not like I can't see it......" Wen Xun didn't care about his sister's opinion at all, maybe because he liked to read novels when he was a child. Wen Xun, who has read too many martial arts novels with his father since he was a child, has also raised his vision very high. After all, he himself grew up watching the works of Jin Yong and other text masters, and he has become accustomed to that kind of high-level writing. Now when he sees his writing, no matter how good the writing is, but it is not a fraction of the master's level, he still feels that he can't look at it......

After driving his sister back to do her homework, Wen Xun put the manuscript he had written before in a small box, and directly began to write the second part of the story. Although he would like to start revising the first part of the manuscript now, he secretly feels that this kind of thing should be done after everything is written.

Although he doesn't know much about the principles of literary creation, Wen Xun happened to avoid the saddest level of creating literary works for beginners at this time - the frustration caused by his own low vision! There are too many literary young people in history who want to write their own novels, but 99.999999% of them will feel that what they write is simply garbage because they see their works, and then suddenly discourage the ** who continue to write. In this way, the way to increase the level of writing is naturally cut off - after all, it is only by continuing to write that the level can be improved.

Wen Xun's approach can be regarded as in line with a point of view in modern literary creation theory - to go back and revise it a week or a month after writing. Because of the buried head in modifying the part in front of you, it is easy for people to listen to it and not sign it, and you can't see Mount Tai by a leaf. If you revise it every once in a while, it will make the whole story more coherent, and even have new ideas that can be added to the story because of a period of time!

In the next three or four days, Wen Xun basically repeated this process. Even if he already knows that he has some vision, he knows that what he writes is actually not very good. However, what makes him feel strange is that even if he hated what he wrote before, as long as he thought of the plot that was about to be written, and the story that would happen later, he had an impulse in his heart, a desire to talk, and a desire to tell the story!

Maybe it was at the most active age that I was pressed by the burden of the family, and I was forced to talk less. But the kind of ** in his bones who wants to talk seems to be vented in writing now. It seems that Wen Xun, who used to like to joke and chat with Li Liuyun very much, is back! Resurrected in the world of fiction creation!

It is this desire to talk that supports Wen Xun's continuous downward writing. Soon, he wrote all the stories in his head. When he finally wrote the last word, he suddenly felt as if his whole mind was empty, as if he had experienced a long battle, and suddenly felt a little physically and mentally exhausted.

After locking the manuscript in the box, Wen Xun lay down on the bed. The story in his head had been told, and it made him feel so empty, empty that he just wanted to sleep.

Soon, Wen Xun, who had consumed a lot of brain power, fell asleep. When he "woke up" from his dream, he found that he seemed to be in an office, and at this time he was sitting in the boss seat behind the boss's desk, and across from the boss's desk was a man who looked like Fan Zhiyi.

"Lan Yang editor?" Wen Xun was a little surprised to think that he immediately recognized this man as Lan Yang, the previous editor of the Southwest Normal University Press, the good man who made an appointment with himself and Lilac, and then pointed out two paths for himself. However, the Lan Yang in front of him does not look like the Lan Yang he just saw in the real world, in the real world, Lan Yang is wearing an ordinary white short-sleeved shirt, looking like an ordinary and traditional office worker.

But this Lan Yang in front of him is wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his hair seems to be smeared with a lot of mousse, and the whole person looks like a movie star! There is also a special kind of temperament of successful people!

"Boss, this is the print volume and shipment figures sent by Yuqing Publishing House. I checked the relationship, and there was basically no concealment. With that, Lan Yang handed a stack of materials to Wen Xun.

Head, head? Wen Xun was stunned when he heard Lan Yang's name for himself, he didn't expect that he would be able to become Lan Yang's head in the future! But suddenly he figured it out again! Yes, if he is really developed in the future, then he will definitely invite Lan Yang over to help him! Not to mention that Lan Yang is the first editor who did not adopt the manuscript but still made an appointment with himself and kindly gave him advice, even if he only said that Lan Yang's keen business sense and so many business operation ideas in his head proved that he was an absolutely good partner!

Wen Xun, who had figured it out, took the document with a smile, he originally wanted to say something to Lan Yang, but before he could speak, he was shocked by the numbers on the document!

I saw that the number of copies printed on this document was 100,000 copies! It's a second fucking printing! In the column of shipments, it is directly written that 50,000 copies were bought! How much can I get if I get a manuscript fee? Wen Xun felt a little dizzy with happiness at this time! He had only known that he was going to be very good in the future, but he had never seen an exact number directly. Now, as soon as he saw the figure of 50,000 copies, he instantly began to calculate how much money he could make in his mind.

100,000? Just thinking of this number, Wen Xun, a poor boy in the countryside, already felt that he couldn't be happy - he used to pick herbs in the mountains for two days to sell them for 100 yuan! Writing this book is equivalent to picking herbs for 2,000 days!

However, what shocked Wen Xun was still to come! At first, he was suddenly attracted by the numbers, and only now did he realize that the title of this book, which sold 50,000 copies, was called "Snowflake Fan"!