"Boss Su, do you still write ancient novels?"

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, Ma Junwu looked like he was making a fuss, eager to pick up a few pieces of Su Wen to take a closer look.

He left the classroom with Su Wen, and heard clearly the agreement between Professor Hou and Su Wen, originally he thought that Su Wen was going to refuse, but he didn't expect to agree, and boasted about Haikou, saying that he would give the other party three ancient novels tomorrow.

Is there a more hanging and dragging student than this?

With suspicion, Ma Junwu and Su Wen returned to the dormitory to express his doubts.

Old God Su Wen was saying, "I understand a little, I understand a little." ”

Ma Junwu was still unwilling, and asked again: "It's not unusual for you to say that you concocted a piece of prose, but for our generation, ancient novels are even more difficult." Novels are not tiled words, they have to be good with twists and turns. Are you sure you really understand? ”

"A little bit of understanding, a little understanding." Su Wen still said this.

Ma Junwu burst into tears.

As the saying goes, goods have to be thrown away, and people have to die more than people.

It's all people, why is the gap so big?

He didn't doubt Su Wen's words, because Su Wen had already given him a taste of what a genius was many times. In other words, for literature, Su Wen has not been able to do it so far!

As long as Su Wen wants to do it, he can do his best, and in the end, he can get a piece of praise!

There are only people, who still has the heart to compare with them?

With a sigh, Ma Junwu said, "Convinced!" I'm really convinced! ”

Su Wen asked rhetorically: "You didn't accept it before?" ”

Ma Junwu choked and hurriedly said: "In the past, I was convinced orally, but now I am convinced and admirable in addition to the five bodies." ”

Su Wen patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your fart is good, very level, I like it very much." Do you want to say a few more words? ”

Ma Junwu slapped his hand away. Say, "Don't play with me!" Hurry up, write the novel, I want to read it before Professor Hou reads it. Hmph, although I can't get your talent, but I want to see your article for the first time! ”

Su Wen tightened when he heard the chrysanthemum, and moved his steps lightly. It's a little far away from Ma Junwu, because no matter how you hear it, it's like the sentence "Although I can't get your heart, I want to get your people", which sounds creepy.

Ma Junwu didn't notice Su Wen's dark psychology, and continued: "Boss Su, you have a very heavy task now, and I'm very worried about whether you can handle it. You see, you have to continue to serialize the fairy tales of "Kyoto Life", and you have to rush the manuscript every day, right? And also. It seems that you said that you would reply to a letter to our little princess of the empire, but I haven't seen you write yet; Now you have to drive out three ancient novels, you can't do it! ”

Su Wen snorted: "A man must not say no." ”

"Be serious, I'm very serious!" Ma Junwu was dissatisfied, "Boss Su, you are not famous now, you can't treat literature as a child's play, if you are perfunctory everywhere." If you don't take words seriously, you'll ruin your reputation. In the end, it's you! ”

"I understand this, you can rest assured, I have measure." Su Wen smiled slightly.

He was really confident, but he couldn't tell Ma Junwu that there was a collection of the essence of human literature in his mind.

After a pause, Su Wen said again: "Isn't this still your check?" You're the first reader, and you can't get by. It's up to you! If you don't think it works, call me back and I'll either revise it or rewrite it. Is that okay, Martha editor? ”

Ma Junwu felt the same when he heard it. He smiled and said, "You know the best, I'm not so easy to be perfunctory!" The brisk tone of the words suddenly became low again, and the person was also a lot more depressed, sighed, raised his eyes and looked at Su Wen again, and stopped talking.

Su Wen noticed his abnormality and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Ma Junwu hesitated for a while before saying, "Su Wen, do you think I'm not suitable for writing?" How is it that you can always write wonderful words, and what I write is not cared for? You publish books, I also publish books, but your books sell millions of copies, and mine can't sell them! Am I not gifted with writing and shouldn't be on this path? ”

Su Wen didn't expect Ma Junwu to suddenly suspect that he was coming, and he was surprised: "Old Ma, why did you suddenly think like this?" ”

"Isn't it?" Ma Junwu said with a wry smile.

Su Wen looked at him seriously, and didn't know what to say for a while.

If you talk about the accumulation of literary heritage and the creation of literature, Su Wen really didn't have the skills of the other party at Ma Junwu's age.

Even if Ma Junwu is not that kind of genius, but being able to publish a collection of essays and a collection of novels before going to college shows that his talent is not shallow.

If Su Wen didn't have that kind of experience that God couldn't even imagine, he really didn't dare to say that he was much stronger than Ma Junwu.

It can even be said that without the classics in his mind, he may be worse than Ma Junwu.

Su Wen was a little sad that such a talented man doubted himself so much, because he felt that it seemed to be his fault, because he performed too brilliantly, causing Ma Junwu to be hit, and thus began to doubt himself.

Taking a deep breath, Su Wen came back to his senses, patted Ma Junwu's shoulder, and said, "Old Ma, you should believe in yourself!" I am confident that if I live for 200 years, I will be hit by water for 3,000 miles! Self-confidence is the greatest talent! ”

"Look at it!" Ma Junwu smiled even more bitterly, "You casually said such a classic inspirational statement, which made me very disappointed." I am confident that if I live for 200 years, I will be hit by water for 3,000 miles...... I didn't find the source of this sentence, you created it yourself, right? ”

Su Wen was stunned again, feeling that it was not the right time for Grandpa Mao to possess him, so he hurriedly said: "You don't care about anything else, in short, you have to believe in yourself." ”

Ma Junwu was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head and said, "That...... Would you like to help me? ”

"Huh?" How did Su Wen feel the smell of conspiracy again.

Ma Junwu said: "You have great literary talent, you have to point me out, show me a clear way." ”

"Minglu?"

"Yes, Minglu! Help me, help me, let me write a big hit too! ”

"And after that?"

"After that...... After that, it's cool, when my works sell well, I have money, I have fame, are you afraid that there will be no beautiful women to send to the door? When the time comes, I will talk to those young women in literature and art, and talk about ideals by the way......"

"That's what you're ultimately aiming for?" Su Wen felt that he was calculated by Ma Junwu.

The lonely and sad look of the handsome guy who dared to love Ma just now was all pretended!

Ma Junwu hurriedly stopped his mouth and shook his head again and again: "No, I'm just talking about it in passing, and it's sincere for you to give advice." ”

Su Wen snorted and did not speak.

"Boss Su, the younger brother is messing with you, it can't be too bad, otherwise it won't be powerful to help you wave the flag and shout, and it's your face that will be lost, right?" Ma Junwu slapped his ass again.

"Is this...... Let me think. Su Wen thought about it, pondered Ma Junwu's writing style, and suddenly found that he was very similar to a person in his memory, and couldn't help blurting out, "Old Ma, in fact, writing is not difficult, as long as you have a background, and then find the most suitable writing style for yourself, you can make a difference." ”

"Writing style?" Ma Junwu's eyes lit up, "Boss Su, tell me, how should I write?" ”

"Is this...... Why don't I write one for you? ”

"It's you writing again!" Ma Junwu's eyes were straight. (To be continued.) )