Wonderful, exciting...... Burst on.

After more than half an hour of performance, Mr. Cang has conquered three teenagers.

"Isn't that new?"

"It's all in the end, where is it?"

"Boss, review it again."

"Damn, review your size."

Zhang Ning couldn't cry or laugh.

However, thinking of Mr. Cang's charm, it is understandable.

"Well, my heart aches, boss."

Chen Xiaodong looked at Zhang Ning and said.

"Heartache what?"

"Heartache is such a beautiful girl, she actually went to act in an educational film."

"Cut, if you want me to say, such a beautiful girl paper, if I don't act in an educational film, my heart hurts."

Zhang Ning was forbidden, and said. This made the three dormitory members stunned again.

"Idol, boss, this time, you are really my idol."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's also my idol."

The three of them adored again.

"Oh, by the way, boss, what is this software on your computer for?"

At this time, Liu Zhangze came to Zhang Ning's notebook and pointed to Zhang Ning's software and said.

"Well."

Zhang Ning didn't know what to say, thought about it, and said, "This is a software I made to find educational film resources." ”

"No, there are artifacts like this."

The three were shocked.

In the year 2000, the Internet was just getting started. Although the educational films of the island country have been quickly transmitted to China through the Internet, there are too few sites that can provide resources for major educational films. And in such a situation, many friends who want to watch educational films have not been able to find a place to download them. Zhang Ning is the same, when he suddenly wanted to watch an educational film on a whim one day, he suddenly didn't know where to look. In the end, I made a software like Kuaibo to find educational film resources.

Of course, this software is rough and far less than fast broadcasting, but the general functionality is still very powerful.

Zhang Ning just flipped through the small description of this software, and a bunch of guys couldn't stop drooling.

"Boss, please share the artifact."

Zhang Ning wanted to keep it for his own use, but seeing that the eyes of the three of them were full of eagerness, he had to nod, "Okay, okay, I'll share it with you." ”

……

Meet the Chinese Writers.

The Chinese writers' meeting was held in Yanjing, and it happened to be a weekend on this day, and Zhang Ning went to the Yanjing Hotel.

"You are Zhang Ning?"

When Zhang Ning appeared in front of Nalan Rongruo, the moderator of Tianya, Nalan Rongruo couldn't believe it.

"I didn't expect you to be so young, I thought you were in graduate school."

The protagonist in the first intimate contact is a graduate student, but Zhang Ning's current appearance is at most a sophomore.

"My name is Xue Ying, and I am also the moderator of Tianya, Nalan Rongruo, you can call me Nalan or Xue Ying."

"Hehe, let's call it Nalan, it's more smooth."

Zhang Ning always thought that Nalan Rongruo was a man, because Nalan Rongruo was the famous poet Nalan Xingde in the Qing Dynasty.

"Okay."

"Let's go, let's go in."

Following Nalan Rongruo, Zhang Ning entered the hotel.

"Zhang Ning, you have to take advantage of the opportunity this time, I heard that the famous director Huang Zhanyuan also came to the scene."

"Well, I know how."

The reason why Zhang Ning agreed to come to this writers' meeting was not because Wen Qing thought that he was a writer. The purpose of his participation was only to promote his first intimate encounter. Of course, if there is a film and television director who makes a TV series or a movie, it is even better.

"Okay, I have other arrangements, I'll pick you up then."

"Okay."

Resigned Nalan Rongruo, Zhang Ning entered the venue.

In the main hall of the venue, there are already many writers from all over the country. Some Zhang Ning doesn't know, and some are relatively well-known. Not too many people paid attention to Zhang Ning's arrival, everyone was chatting about each other, Zhang Ning found a table with a vacant seat and sat down.

"Who is this little brother?"

Several writers at the same table glanced at Zhang Ning.

"My name is Zhang Ning."

"Zhang Ning?"

Everyone silently recited, "I don't think I've heard of it." ”

"By the way, what is your pen name and what works do you have?"

The other one was obviously more familiar, and asked directly about the pen name and the name of the work at this time.

Come to think of it, in the literary and artistic circles, pen names are much more well-known than the names of works.

Many top writers, even Lu Xun, there are some people who don't know what his real name is.

"This, my pen name is also called Zhang Ning, as for the work, I am ashamed that I only wrote one work."

"Yes, a work is eligible to participate in this conference, amazing, amazing, dare to ask, what is this work called?"

"First intimate encounter."

Zhang Ning said.

"First intimate encounter?"

Most of the writers at the table had never heard of it, but one of them seemed to have heard, "Is that the web novel?" ”

"Yes."

At this time, some other writers asked, "Web novels, what is web novels?" ”

Hearing such a question, Zhang Ning burst into tears.

Come to think of it, these writers don't use computers, so they certainly don't know what the Internet is.

In fact, not to mention now, even in 2014, many traditional writers still don't know how to use computers. Even Mo Yan, who won the Nobel Prize in Literature, only had his first QQ in 2014.

"This ......"

Seeing this, Zhang Ning could only explain, "A novel written on the Internet is an online novel." ”

"Oh."

Everyone finally understands something.

"By the way, do you have a sample book for your work, I'm a little interested in online novels."

It is estimated that it was the first time I listened to an online novel, and several writers became interested at once.

Of course, Zhang Ning originally came here to promote his works, and for this reason, Zhang Ning really prepared a sample book.

"Please give me some advice."

Very modestly, Zhang Ning took out the first intimate contact and handed it to several writers present.

Several writers were intrigued, picked up the work, and began to read it.

Just when Zhang Ning was looking forward to these writer friends saying a few words of praise after reading, it was a pity that these writers frowned more and more the more they looked at it, and after a while, several writers who were originally interested in it had gone too far and simply stopped reading.

"Zhang Ning, right, this is the novel you wrote?"

One of the middle-aged writers, who was about 40 years old, pointed to the sample book and said.

"yes, what's wrong?"

Listening to the sentence, it feels like something is not quite right.

"Isn't the wording in the book too arbitrary?"

The middle-aged writer was very depressed, he thought that the online novel was an innovative novel, but after reading a few hundred words, he suddenly realized that this online novel looked like it was written by a primary school student. Moreover, whether it is words, words, or sentences, it looks funny, but it is too casual, and there are some grammar problems.

Is this a novel?

Is this still a writer?

If you can write a novel like this, you can publish it, and you can participate in this conference, then it is too cheap for writers.

"Well, the wording is a little more casual."

Zhang Ning had no choice but to nod.

However, after the middle-aged writer finished speaking, another young writer with glasses and who looked to be only in his thirties looked at Zhang Ning with some seriousness, "This friend, I want to ask, what is your purpose in writing this book?" ”

"The purpose of writing this book?"

Zhang Ning didn't know how to speak?

Could it be that I'm for the number of QQ upline?

Of course not?

Is it just to be a writer?

It seems that Zhang Ning does not have this idea for the time being.

However, seeing Zhang Ning's hesitation, the writer spoke again, "Or, in other words, what do you mean by giving this novel." What kind of connotation do you want to express in this novel? ”

"This, this."

On the side of the string of questions, Zhang Ning was speechless.

He really didn't expect that a novel could produce so many things.

Is it true that writing a novel requires what kind of ideas to express, or what kind of connotations to give?

Originally, Zhang Ning didn't know how to tell them why he wrote this novel. However, after they asked a few more pointed questions in a row, Zhang Ning suddenly thought of how to answer.

"Actually, guys, I just want to write a good story."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

Zhang Ning nodded firmly.

He has always believed that whether he was a reader in his previous life, or he made a cameo appearance as an author for a few days in his previous life, or he has now become an author. He always felt that fiction was nothing more than a genre of storytelling. And the author, when writing a novel, should think about how to write one. Rather, in order to express what kind of thoughts, or, what kind of meaning I am going to give to this novel, and then start writing.

From ancient times to the present, let me ask the authors of the four famous works, do they really want to express any anti-feudal and anti-imperial ideas when they write these classic works? Zhang Ning still feels that they just want to write a good story. Just like Pu Songling, the author of Liaozhai, he just wants to write some strange stories. In addition to these stories, then what goes beyond the story is not something he considers. As for some of the profound philosophical ideas reflected in many works today, these are only added by later generations, and may not have been thought of by the author when he wrote them.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ning couldn't help but remember an interesting story in later generations.

I remember an essay reading question in the college entrance examination in later generations, and one day, the "original author" of this essay question became interested, picked up the test paper, and started the question on the reading question. Then he saw a question about the last sentence of the article, the leaves covering the shadow of the moon, please explain what this sentence meant.

The author thought about it, and the reason why he wrote this sentence at that time was because when he was writing this composition, he happened to see the shadow of the moon covered by leaves. As for the deep meaning in this sentence, there really isn't. As a result, the author turned out the answer and took a look. The answer reads, and from this sentence it can reflect the author's inner emotions at that time......

Unexpectedly, jokes like this seem to have been popular throughout the writers' circle.