Hearing this, Wu Jie was a little stunned, and turned his head to look at Lu Chang: "What's wrong?" ”

"You, you, isn't this paragraph you wrote the same thing between me and Lilac?" The fat man angrily put his finger on the manuscript and crossed it from "I had to save it with Baoyu", because of the force, his fingernails almost cut a piece of good cooked Xuan coated with alum.

Wu Jie laughed with a "flutter": "Fatty, it turns out that you have already taken on the role of Jia Baoyu." No, you're mistaken, this one isn't based on you. ”

He was also funny in his heart, he couldn't think of such an ordinary story, but it secretly coincided with Lu Fatzi's first night. It seems that most of the surname enlightenment of the children of the nobles of the ancient family was completed by the personal maid, which is already a common social phenomenon.

Even my Wu Festival is no exception!

This dead fat man actually took the role of Baoyu, and it doesn't feel too good. This guy looks horizontally and vertically, and there is no protagonist fate.

"So, who is my prototype?" Hearing that he was not Baoyu, and Wu Jie didn't tease himself about it, Lu Chang was in a better mood, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "But there are not many boys in the yard, if it's not him, who is it?" ”

It seems that the two mansions of Rongning in the book "Dream of Red Mansions" are really a bit like the Lu Mansion.

Wu Jie smiled again, and said in his heart: Will I tell you that your prototype is Xue Pan?

"It hasn't appeared yet, and I'll talk about it in a few days." Wu Jie is casually perfunctory.

"You must write well, it is best to be a good son of the turbidity world, born with better looks than Pan An, and outstanding talent." Lu Chang clenched his fists.

In the next chapter of Wu Jie, there will be a new character, Qin Zhong, speaking of which, this guy is not bad in the book, he is a handsome little guy. At that time, Lu Fatzi thought that he was on the stage, and he was very excited for a few days. Of course, when he saw that Qin Zhong and Bao Er Ye had an inexplicable ambiguous relationship behind him, what was the fat man's expression, this was no longer something that Wu Jie should care about.

Who told the dead fat man to feel so good about himself, and to make himself into the role of a handsome guy?

"Enen, no problem, don't worry, it's definitely a childe." Wu Jie was a little annoyed by him, and buried his head and continued to write the next part.

After Jia Baoyu finished writing, the story of this chapter has been told. If Wu Jie ends his pen, it can be regarded as a complete small **. However, in this way, the next chapter has to start from scratch, and then it takes a lot of space to write the best part.

Wu Jie didn't know much about Cao Xueqin's books before, and it wasn't until a few days later that he realized how powerful this person was. A story develops from the occurrence to the end of the story, from beginning to end, and it is unstoppable.

This is the real handiwork of everyone!

When a story is written, the reader's pleasure has passed. It will take a little time to brew when it comes to the foreshadowing part of the next part.

If this is the case, it will not achieve the purpose of forcing Miss Lu San to take out the Spring Palace.

Therefore, Wu Jie continued to write down to see if he could leave a suspense here and attract her to continue reading.

Fortunately, the name of the original work in the following chapter is "Jia Baoyu's First Try** Love Liu Lao Lao Enters Rongguo Mansion".

This part is also the essence of the whole book, especially as soon as the character of Liu Laolao came out, there were many jokes.

As soon as Liu Lao Lao entered the Rongguo Mansion, because he was a countryman with little knowledge, he was very tricked by the young masters and ladies in the mansion.

The children of rich and noble families always have a subconscious mind of superiority. Like the young masters and young ladies of the Lu family, they may not have this kind of pride in their hearts.

If this book can indeed capture Miss Lu's heart, it is certain that Miss Lu will definitely bring herself into a character in the book and leave. Once you meet this kind of funny poor relative, you will definitely have the intention of playing tricks. Or, put on a high posture, give something you don't need to your relatives, enjoy their gratitude, and revel in it, and you will definitely be anxious to see what follows.

"That's right, this is Yiyin, that is, YY in the network, a very advanced kind." When Wu Jie thought of this, he was horrified: "In fact, most of the people who could read and write in ancient times were the elite of society, and the novel "Dream of Red Mansions" was written from the beginning, and the target readers were the middle class and high-ranking officials. Cao Xueqin's grasp of the reader's mind has reached the extreme. This...... Cao Dada, an ancient writer, also knows how to ...... It's too advanced, it's too advanced......"

Suddenly, Wu Jie admired Cao Xueqin to the point of throwing himself to the ground.

Putting down the respect in his heart, Wu Jie picked up the quill pen and copied it. The origin of Liu Laolao, the embarrassment of her family, and the origin of Liu Laolao's desire to go to Rongguo Mansion in the autumn wind are all written down one by one.

This text is not long, only more than 1,000 words, but there are a few twists in it, which is very interesting.

First began to write about Liu Lao's son-in-law, Gou'er, because of his poor family background, saw that winter was coming, and he was anxious and sulked at home. Liu Lao Lao couldn't stand it, and said a few words to his son-in-law, but the son-in-law was not convinced, and confronted Liu Lao: "There is a way to wait until this time!" I don't have relatives who collect taxes or friends who are officials, what can I think of? Yes, I'm afraid that they may not pay attention to us! ”

Liu Lao Lao replied: "It is up to people to make things happen, and it is up to heaven to make things happen." I've come up with an opportunity for you. "Yunyun, I will tell you about going to Rongguo Mansion for help.

The son-in-law Gou'er was also moved, but Liu Lao's daughter had concerns and said, "You always say it well, you and I have such a face, how can you go to his door?" I'm afraid that the master of his door will not go in and tell him, no vain talk in the world! ”

Hearing this, the dog hesitated.

Then Liu Lao Lao took the initiative to ask Ying, and picked up this matter one by one, more than 1,000 words in length, but he wrote a few ups and downs, and portrayed the character's surname to the bones, which is indeed good.

Wu Jie wrote this, took a breath, and added the last paragraph:

So Liu Lao Lao took the board and went into the city to Ningrong Street. When I arrived at the stone lion in front of the gate of Rongfu, I saw a sedan chair full of horses at the door. Liu Lao Lao didn't dare to go over, dusted off his clothes, taught Ban'er a few words, and then slipped to the corner gate, only to see a few people sitting on the gate with their chests and stomachs folded and pointing fingers, talking about things and things. Old Liu had no choice but to rub up and ask, "The masters are blessed." They looked at it for a while and asked, "Where did you come from?" Liu Lao said with a smile: "I'm looking for my wife's companion Uncle Zhou." I annoyed that the old man asked him to come out for me. When they heard this, they ignored him.

…… At this point, the opening chapter of Wu Jie's new book has finally been written.

left a small suspense at the end: Can this Liu Lao Lao enter the Rongguo Mansion, and what benefits can he get?

It's all something that readers can look forward to.

…… In fact, when I copied this chapter, it was close to 40,000 words, which was much more than the 30,000 words that Wu Jie had expected.

After this section, the students in the school have already dispersed, and only Lu Chang is still sitting next to him looking at the manuscript: "I think, this story is also very common, will the female devil like it?" ”

He had asked such a question several times in the past few days, and Wu Jie didn't have the heart to explain it again.

The manuscripts were all gathered together, about thirty pages, in small stacks.

Fortunately, he made a quill pen, which was all small and did not cost paper.

Otaku really don't need paper.

Wu Jie: "Just show it to your sister and tell her that if you want to continue watching, you have to give a reward." This time I want twenty pictures, and I don't even want to write a word if I don't have one. "He's full of confidence.

Seeing Wu Jie's calm face, I don't know why, Lu Chang suddenly was full of confidence in Wu Jie.

Perhaps, the female devil really likes this kind of book, whatever, try it.

Lu Chang asked again: "Brother Jie, thank you for these days, tired and tired!" And he stood up, and struck and struck in succession.

Wu Jie: "Don't thank me, five words and one word, a total of two hundred taels, send me home." ”

"This, this ......"

"What's wrong, I don't want to."

"No, no." The fat man smiled again and again: "Brother Jie, your book is naturally good, although I am a little sleepy when I read it...... One thing, your story is written in too much detail, and it is all trivial. For example, when Sister Lin entered the Rongguo Mansion. One moment there is a character, a few words are spoken, and the next moment another person says a few words. As soon as you say a word, I say a word, there are many people and mixed mouths, and as soon as the mountains come down, the white flowers and silver go out like water. Can you refine a little bit...... You'll just let me not say that. ”

This is water injection to cheat the manuscript fee! There is no public morality.

Seeing Wu Jie roll his eyes, Lu Chang hurriedly stopped and asked flatteringly, "Brother Jie, what's the name of this book?" ”

Wu Jie picked up the brush and planned to write "Dream of Red Mansions". After thinking about it, he felt that the title of the book had a bit of an erotic novel flavor, so he shook his head and wrote the three big characters "Stone Notes" on a blank piece of paper.

Lu Chang happily grabbed the cover in his hand, looked at it, and praised it: "Good words, good words, Brother Jie, your handwriting is really good." ”

"Nonsense, can Yan Zhenqing's words be bad?" Yan Zhenqing is a master of calligraphy in the Tang Dynasty, he founded the Yan style of calligraphy against the early Tang Dynasty calligraphy, the line with the pen of the seal, turning thin and hard into plump and majestic, the body is broad and magnificent, the bone strength is strong and awe-inspiring, dignified and majestic, most suitable for use in solemn occasions such as book covers, plaque couplets.

Wu Jie didn't think about it, so he casually wrote down these three neat block letters.

"Who is Yan Zhenqing?"

"Oh, he, a poor talent, good handwriting, I learned calligraphy from him for a few days when I was a child, and he has been dead for more than ten years." Only then did Wu Jie realize that he had said the wrong thing.

"It's a pity to die. This font is very novel, but it's a pity. The fat man was full of regret: "If this person is still alive and follows the path, he will definitely be a generation." ”

The ancients needed to copy calligraphy to learn calligraphy, but everyone's calligraphy was priceless, and ordinary people from non-princely rich families had no chance to see it.

Traveling to the Ming Dynasty for such a long time, Wu Jie has also come into contact with many scholars.

To tell the truth, except for the rich sons of wealthy families, many scholars write unsightly handwriting.

Moreover, the science field focuses on the font that has no artistic value, and ordinary people are unwilling to waste too much time on calligraphy.

Wu Jie didn't want to get entangled with the fat man in this matter, so he asked: "Fat man, my book can be written at the beginning, and you promised me to study hard?" ”

The fat man pointed to his already blue eyes: "Don't worry, I'm reading tomorrow night, and my eyes are red." I don't have any other strengths, just one point, I will believe in my words, and I will believe in them. A manly man, what he says counts. ”

(To be continued)