What is the core of the upgrade flow routine?

First, the sense of rhythm.

Second, cool!

The expression of the sense of rhythm is to upgrade like a game, so as to achieve the core selling point of the routine, "cool".

And the ultimate goal of coolness,It's not original to the online text.,Riman has been invented decades ago.,Upgrading the flow routine text is also slowly borrowed from it and other literary and artistic works.,Summarize it yourself.,Step by step.。

But its spiritual core is really the same as that of Japanese comics, all plots are for the sake of coolness.

The most important selling point of these two routines has been thoroughly analyzed in such a short period of time.

Tang Mingyao couldn't help but be taken aback.

He looked at the ID of the post, Jiutian Yanyu, well, remember this person.

There are other analysis posts in the forum, but none of them are as profound as this post, Tang Mingyao took a look at it and skipped it.

Flipping through the previous post, I found that I had a bad taste in the post where I was writing, and I had already replied: Thank you for the idol's suggestion, it's very useful!

Here is another floor: that's how it feels! I want this day, and I will not be able to cover my eyes anymore; If you want this land, you can't bury my heart anymore; I want all living beings to understand my intentions; I want all the Buddhas to disappear! I'm, the train is a big cow, and I've loved you for 10,000 years!

When Tang Mingyao saw this, a strange sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.

A picture popped up in his mind: he touched Jin He's head like an elder, and said, "Come on, young man, I'm optimistic about you!" Twenty years from now, you'll be an idol to many people. ”

Abnormal sensitive.

Bahahahaha......

got the information he wanted, Tang Mingyao turned off the computer and went offline.

Overall, his novel has just begun, and the popularity has already surpassed that of the previous one, and it has attracted a lot of attention in various forums.

Of course, there are fans accumulated in the previous novel, and the quality of its own works also occupies a very large factor.

Tang Mingyao feels that this book is an improvement over the previous one, and he grasps the rhythm and cool points of the routine, he doesn't say that he grasps the essence 100%, 80%~90% is still there.

As long as the writing of this kind of article passes, it will have the possibility of exploding on the whole network in ten years, let alone now.

"Come on!"

He cheered himself up and turned to study and study.

…………

On Tuesday, 18 May 1999, the weather was fine.

On this day, Rowan Creek was sick.

Early in the morning, she was lying in bed weak and unable to get out of bed, so she asked her mother to call the head teacher on the home phone and ask for sick leave.

Lying in bed until half past seven in the morning, his younger brother Luo Xiaobo went to school and left.

After another half an hour, my mother came in and touched her head with concern, thinking that there was no big problem, fed her a pack of cold powder, and went out to find someone to play mahjong.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Luo Wenxi jumped up from the bed, rummaged through the wardrobe, searched for a long time, and found the beautiful princess dress she wore at the beginning of school last year and wore it on her body.

It's been more than half a year, and she's grown two centimeters taller, and her skirt is slightly shorter.

It's not obvious, though.

Luo Wenxi turned sideways left and right in front of the dressing mirror, saw his beautiful appearance, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then she went to the shoe cabinet and found a pair of sandals with low heels, the style was a bit like a crystal slipper, which looked shiny, which was her favorite, but she rarely wore them to school, because Lao Pu saw that he wanted to talk to her.

But it doesn't matter today, she's "sick" and doesn't go to school.

I had just put my shoes on my feet when suddenly there was the sound of a key turning at the door.

Luo Wenxi was full of excitement, quickly slipped into his room, tore off the quilt and covered himself in, and couldn't even take off his skirt and shoes.

The door opens.

It's mom back.

Carrying porridge and buns in his hands.

Luo's mother walked into her room with something, saw that Luo Wenxi covered herself tightly, only half of her head was exposed, and said, "Girl, the breakfast I bought for you, if you are hungry, take it and eat it." When it's cold, get up on your own and go to the microwave to warm it up. ”

Luo Wenxi pinched the edge of the quilt with both hands and said weakly, "Okay mother." ”

Luo's mother touched her head again, she didn't have a fever, and she went to play mahjong with peace of mind.

Luo Wenxi let out a sigh of relief.

Mom, it's scared to death.

Lying on the bed, he rolled his eyes speechlessly.

After five minutes, she carefully got out of bed, ate her breakfast first, and then looked in the mirror again.

The skirt is crumpled!

She snorted angrily and lowered her head in an effort to smooth it out.

After a long time, I finally got better, turned around and went to my mother's room, stealing cosmetics and makeup.

Draw the eyebrows first, put the face in front of the mirror, carefully look at his delicate little face, pluck out a few eyebrows that are not very neat, twitch in pain, and then follow the mother's appearance and carefully draw them.

The technique is not very skilled, and it took me two drawings to barely get it right.

Quite satisfied.

Then there was the eyeshadow and eyeliner, which were more difficult than the eyebrows, but she had the patience to keep painting there, and after half an hour, the face towel had been wiped all the bells and whistles, and finally finished.

Then, foundation, blush, lipstick......

I got up a little after eight o'clock, and I put on makeup until ten o'clock, and finally finished my makeup, and looked in the mirror, okay, 80 points.

For her first time applying makeup, it was very good.

She felt that she had a talent for makeup.

Look at the time, it's ten o'clock, speed up to comb your hair, braid your ponytail, and other bits and pieces, and when you are all cleaned up, the clock is already pointing to half past ten.

Luo Wenxi finally looked in the mirror and took out a small note from his schoolbag.

It reads: Remember to pretend to be sick tomorrow, and at half past ten in the morning, I will pick you up.

It was passed to her by her boyfriend during self-study last night.

Luo Wenxi narrowed his eyes and laughed, he was in a daze for a minute, and then he went out and went downstairs in a panic.

She is not the kind of squeamish girl who feels that dating has to be delayed until she appears after the appointed time to show her specialness.

She has always been very punctual.

When Tang Mingyao went to the provincial capital during the winter vacation, she would wait for him at the train station in advance, and recently Tang Mingyao came to pick her up from school every day, and she would also go downstairs a little earlier to wait.

Opening the unit door and seeing the familiar bicycle, she knew that Tang Mingyao had arrived.

Walking out quickly, I saw my boyfriend standing by the flower bed, looking upstairs.

"Here."

She said.

Then I saw a bright smile blooming on Tang Mingyao's face, with joy, surprise, and appreciation in his eyes.

Obviously, her boyfriend was quite surprised by her dress today.

Finally, the morning's work was not in vain.

Thinking of this, Luo Wenxi felt that it was worth it to rub his eyelids hot and painful when applying makeup.

The boyfriend came over, stood still in front of her, looked at her carefully for dozens of seconds, and saw that she was slightly uncomfortable.

However, Luo Wenxi didn't dodge, endured her shame, and let him look at it, after all, she worked so hard to dress herself up, isn't it just for her boyfriend to see.

Women are pleasing to themselves, what to hide at this time.

"It's beautiful!"

Tang Mingyao exclaimed: "Like a fairy, are you actually the Seven Fairies descending to earth, and I am actually the reincarnation of Dong Yong?" ”

"Hee-hee, I'm a fairy, but not a Seven Fairy, and you're not Dong Yong. Now that the heavenly court can be opened, fairies and mortals are not forbidden to fall in love, so we will not be broken up by the Queen Mother. ”

Tang Mingyao nodded and said, "Yes." Then please come with me, fairy boyfriend, now I'm going to take you to your birthday. ”

"Where are you going?"

"I won't tell you!"

He took Luo Wenxi's hand and walked straight out of the community, leaving the bicycle in place.

It was really that he suddenly felt that it was a bit of a bad sight to carry the fairy around with a bicycle, so it was better to take a taxi.