When writing a new work, I still look at the stories that have been written before. From their debut to the present, every book has been displayed on the shelf.

"Lijiu, how did you go about learning to write a novel?"

"For a lot of complicated reasons......"

"Miss Wenyu said, for so long, that old man has only accepted you as a student. Why. ”

"When I first learned to write a novel with my teacher, it was a miracle. At that time, the teacher held a free class, and the requirement was that anyone who did not have a contract could come.

At first, it was a very inexplicable lesson that simply talked about the experience and why the story was written, and finally the teacher asked everyone to go to a room one by one, one by one, and the length of time varied.

"Young man, please be seated."

I was sitting across from the teacher, who looked very lazy, slumped in his chair and looked at me.

"What do you know from what I've just said?" The teacher asked calmly, without a hint of emotion in his tone.

"The reason for writing a story, and the reason for writing a story."

"Isn't it a bit repetitive?"

"I don't think the reasons and the reasons are different."

"Oh? So tell me what's different. ”

"There is still a big gap between why I write a story and my own experience. In terms of one's own experience, it is the reason to write the story, and why to write the story is the reason to write the story. ”

"Then how many reasons do you hear?"

"I think the reason you wrote the story was because of fantasy."

"Fantasy?"

"Because I can't realize it, I keep fantasizing, just like to satisfy my own ideas."

"At the end of the day, is there anything you'd like to ask me?" The teacher's expression at that time was as if he already knew the answer, and he smiled kindly.

"Is the story you wrote really what you wanted?"

The teacher was stunned for a moment, and his surprised expression was instantly revealed.

"Don't you ask me how to write a success story?"

"There is no detailed explanation of the success story, and there are many meanings of success, so this kind of question does not make sense."

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Lijiu."

"You have this business card in hand, you can come to me if you have any questions." The teacher handed me a business card with my name, phone number, and address.

"Okay, thanks."

It wasn't until later that I realized that the question was just like the interview, and the teacher found the answer that he was most satisfied with, because it was the only answer that he hadn't thought of anyway.

"As for the answer to that last question, what I'm writing isn't what I really want to write about, and it's not the story I want to tell."

What the teacher has achieved is only success in the eyes of others, and perhaps the success in his own heart has been put on hold, and the temperature in his heart has cooled down, which is not enough to support him to write such a story again."

"It's complicated......"

"It's complicated, I think so."

"Have you decided on a name for the new work?"

"It's a troublesome question......"

There is no title written in the proposal book, only the contents. In short, the two things I hate the most in this life, one is to think about the title of the book, and the other is to think about the name of the person. It's all a matter of hell.

It's really a very troublesome thing to write Sakurabai into the story, so it's even more difficult in terms of the title.

I used to write fantasy novels, but suddenly I felt all kinds of inconsistencies when I wrote romantic comedies. Write the content first, and then think about the topic. I suddenly remembered the reasons and reasons I had told the teacher, but it still didn't help the title of the book.