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At eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Beiming returned to the neighborhood he rented on the outskirts of the capital.

He went to the clinic to treat his injured left hand before going home.

He is still hospitalized in the military hospital and is still recovering from treatment.

It's just that he really doesn't want to stay in the hospital where the smell of disinfectant water is permeated, so the doctor allows him to recuperate at home, but he has to go back every three days for a check-up and a systematic rehabilitation.

"Literary soldiers? Literary soldiers? How can I become a soldier? ”

Along the way, Chen Beiming was thinking about this problem.

But it is not easy to become a literary soldier, he has no background and no connections, so he can only work hard step by step.

"Forget it, I still don't want to think so much, let's create a novel first according to the requirements of the system!"

Chen Beiming thought silently in his heart while going upstairs.

The system gave him three tasks that must be completed by the end of the next month: the first, to become a qualified soldier, this task has just been completed; second, to create a work of your own and successfully promote it to the editor; Third, become a literary soldier.

The second and third tasks are interlinked, and only by proving oneself with one's works can one become a literary soldier.

"What journal do you go to to publish your work? What works have you published? "Soldier Assault"? "Bright Sword"? Or "Latent"? ”

Chen Beiming thought as he went upstairs.

Before he could reach the house he was renting, he heard two familiar voices coming from above.

"Where the hell is this guy? He wouldn't be unable to think about it, would he? ”

"No, we can't wait any longer, we have to call the police! I'm afraid this guy won't be able to think about it. ”

Two deep voices came down from above.

When Chen Beiming heard this, he was overjoyed.

It was two comrades-in-arms from the special forces who came to see him - after fusing that soul, Chen Beiming inherited each other's feelings and memories.

"Li Qiulin, Wang Meng, you're here!" Chen Beiming shouted excitedly, and then trotted up, but unfortunately he only ran two steps, and a sharp pain came from his right leg, which made him break out in a cold sweat, and he stumbled and almost fell.

"Xiaoshan, are you alright?" The two comrades-in-arms hurriedly ran down and grabbed him.

Xiaoshan is Chen Beiming's nickname, and it is also his code name in the Sword Commando.

Chen Beiming held on to the railing and slowly stood up: "It's okay." ”

But Li Qiulin and Wang Meng are both sharp-eyed, how can they not see it, but no one is willing to reveal his sad past, so they don't speak again.

"Give me the key." Li Qiulin stretched out his hand, took the key, and trotted up to open the door.

Wang Meng didn't speak, just stretched out his hand to support Chen Beiming.

"Why are you here? Don't train anymore? Back at home, Chen Beiming sat on the sofa, smiling and chatting with the two brothers.

"We happened to be passing by here today, so we came to see you." Wang Meng said simply, he didn't want to dwell on this topic.

Chen Beiming smiled, he actually understood everyone's intentions, so he also diverted the topic and said: "Oh, by the way, I have already thought about my future path, I want to be a literary soldier and a writer, so I plan to write a novel, you two have more knowledge than me, help me think about it, where I go to publish my novel is better." ”

Writing a novel?

Hearing these three words, Li Qiulin and Wang Meng were both shocked.

"Xiaoshan can also write novels?" Wang Meng looked at Li Qiulin and asked with his eyes.

Li Qiulin shrugged: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it." ”

The two of them looked confused. Force.

The two of them are very familiar with Chen Beiming, and they can be regarded as brothers in life and death, so when they heard this at first glance, they were very frightened.

"Xiaoshan must have been hit hard this time, otherwise how could he have the idea of writing a novel? He seems to have said before that he failed the college entrance examination because he didn't write his essay well! ”

However, neither of them stood still, but silently kept the matter in mind.

Li Qiulin was the first to react, he pretended not to know anything, smiled, and asked, "Xiaoshan, what type of novel do you want to write, martial arts?" Mythology? Or a romance novel? ”

"Military-themed." Chen Beiming replied.

"Military themes?" Li Qiulin was stunned and glanced at Wang Meng.

Well, I guessed right, Xiaoshan's spirit is really problematic! Li Qiulin said with his eyes.

Now don't worry about whether he has a problem or not, the most important thing now is to help him fulfill his wish quickly, and don't let him be stimulated anymore! Wang Meng hinted with his eyes.

Wang Meng's eyes Li Qiulin understood, so he said, "Xiaoshan, so let's do it, I'll help you ask." ”

He stood up, walked into the bedroom, closed the door, made a call on his mobile phone, and after a while, he smiled and opened the door and walked out: "I asked, if it is a military novel, "October" is good." The journal likes to publish novels on military subjects.

Oh, by the way, I just inquired about something, tomorrow at about three o'clock in the afternoon, the editor in charge of "October" Ma Youwei will hold a writing salon in West Lake Park, if you are interested, you can go and see, first, you can listen to other people's experience, and second, you can take this opportunity to let Ma Youwei help you read the novel you wrote, if he thinks he can, he will directly recommend you to "October" magazine for publication. ”

Li Qiulinyun said lightly.

When Chen Beiming heard this, his eyes lit up: "Really? ”

"Of course it's true, a good buddy of mine, named Li Yulin, he was supposed to go tomorrow, but because of something suddenly, he couldn't go, when you go tomorrow, just say that Li Yulin called you here, and he will say hello to Ma Youwei." Li Qiulin said with a smile.

Chen Beiming's heart finally became excited.

It seems that the second task is just around the corner!

Li Qiulin and Wang Meng didn't sit for too long, they still had something to do, and they left at nine o'clock.

Seeing off his comrades-in-arms, Chen Beiming immediately came to the desk and sat down, took out paper and pen and began to create.

There are already high-tech products such as computers and mobile phones in this world, but they are still relatively backward, not to mention the functions, the prices are ridiculously high, and ordinary people can't afford to use them at all, so Chen Beiming can only use the most primitive way.

He had already thought about it, and his first work was written "Bright Sword".

"Bright Sword" is Du Liang's masterpiece, and it has been a huge success as soon as it came out, especially the TV series, which has become popular all over the country.

This work is enough to make him fame and fortune.

Chen Beiming's goal is to become a literary soldier, so he must have a work of quite good quality and style to endorse himself, and this "Bright Sword" is undoubtedly the most suitable.

However, Chen Beiming did not intend to copy it word for word, his idea was to rewrite it in his own language while keeping the style and plot of the original book completely unchanged.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a few minutes, Chen Beiming began to write:

"Before the start of the battle of Li Jiapo, Li Yunlong was grinding hard bubbles with Zhang Wanhe, the minister of logistics, at the Shuijiaozi Arsenal.

Minister, give two more boxes of phew. Li Yunlong stopped Zhang Wanhe.

Zhang Wanhe was already impatient, he glared at him, Li Yunlong, are you still not a man? You him. Mom stopped Lao Tzu's mother-in-law and mother from chattering crookedly for two hours, are you annoying?

Li Yunlong grinned, minister, it's not that I, Li Yunlong, is unreasonable, it's that you are too picky, look at it, you give so many boxes of grenades to our big army, aren't you sending Huazi! ”

Chen Beiming did not completely copy Du Liang's original work, but reinterpreted this work according to his own understanding and style.

Therefore, his creative speed is not fast, and he can only write more than 1,000 words in an hour.

That night, he fought until two o'clock in the morning, and the next day he got up early and worked hard, so at noon, the 8,000-word manuscript was finally successfully transcribed in a thin gold style and neatly on the manuscript paper.

He picked it up and examined it carefully, and then couldn't help but laugh: "Okay." ”