A distant elder in the family left, and he stayed in his hometown for the past two days, so he broke off for two days. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

When I came back late at night, thinking about the code words but didn't know what to write, on a whim, I simply wrote this mess, whether it was gibberish or heartfelt words, you could listen to me for five minutes, if my book really had a reader (laughs.)

This immortal elder is my grandfather's cousin, and I have always called him grandpa.

He has a grandson, the same age as me, and is considered my distant cousin, who used to play together when he was a child, but later left his hometown to go to school separately, and the relationship faded.

I was in the same school as my cousin in high school, but I was in the science class, and he was in the liberal arts class.

At that time, when my table mate learned that I was still related to him, he looked at me in disbelief and said, "Why are you cousins, he is so handsome, and you are so ugly?"

I:???

My cousin really looks like a talent, exactly like the protagonist template written in the novel: sword eyebrows, starry eyes, suave and suave, better than Pan An, standing there as if his body will glow, and there is a little wife like a flower standing next to him (he only got married last week, and his grandfather dragged his breath to watch his grandson get married before leaving, which is really sighing).

The standard life winner looks.

Greeted him amicably, each reminisced and sighed about the friendship of playing with mud together in childhood, and the words of each other were all gone, so I turned around and sat down to eat, he stood in front of the mourning hall and continued to pick up guests lonely, with a distressing smile on his handsome face.

What an expected embarrassment.

I smoked a cigarette in my mouth, occasionally glanced back at my cousin, and he was only ten steps away, but I always felt far away, thinking that the love was deep and righteous back then, and now it is like a stranger, and I can't help but sigh.

There were many people in the village, and I looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces in my memory to say hello one by one, and waited for dinner with peace of mind.

During the banquet, the guests praised him and said that his grandfather was so blessed to have a good grandson like him.

I heard that my hometown will be demolished next month, so this time I guess it's the last time I'll see those familiar old houses in my hometown.

When I heard the news, I realized it later, and immediately asked my parents and elders, and it was really going to be demolished.

So after dinner, I wandered around the village, taking pictures with my mobile phone, wanting to leave some image records, taking pictures of those dead vines and old trees, broken bridges and rivers, fences and mud walls, especially the old pipa tree in my yard, the faucet pool made of bluestone in the style of the last century under the tree, the black and white brick and stone bungalow in the front yard of my house, the cement poured middle courtyard aisle, the small western-style building in the backyard built ten years ago, the large rape field behind the house, and the old kitchen with the stove chimney next to the rape flower field, I finally felt at ease. I thought that I would have a voucher for my memories in the future.

These images are where I came from, and they are also the prototypes of some scenes in my novels, which I miss very nostalgically and are very intimate.

Finally forcibly pulled my novel, the topic is seamless, isn't it?

My book "Nine Dragons Detective", originally called "Nine Dragons Story", is the founding fantasy.

Then he was denied ORZ by the fantasy editors.

After the rejection, I casually applied for the starting point fantasy editor, and I was ready to write a new beginning.

Then the dramatic turn came.

The supernatural editor Yao Guangda came to add my Q and asked me if I was the author of "Nine Dragons Story"?

I said yes, you are?

Xiao Yao said that the fantasy editor forwarded the manuscript to her, saying that I was supernatural.

I:??? I'm a fantasy!

Xiao Yao: You're a supernatural!

Me: I'm clearly a fantasy!

Xiao Yao: You can sign a contract to cast a spirit.

Me: That's right, I'm supernatural!

So I signed a contract, responsible for the editor Comrade Yaoguang, which belongs to the starting point supernatural channel.

Thank you Yaoguang, you have the grace of knowing me, so that I, a street writer, signed a successful contract for the first time.

Editor, I am willing to follow you for the rest of my life!

If you really read my book, you should find that I am a fantasy text dressed in supernatural skin.

There's no way.,I'm originally a fantasy text.,The outline setting or something was originally an urban fantasy.,It's just like a supernatural at the beginning.。

However, the contract was successfully signed, although the process was a little strange, I was still happy in my heart.

No matter what it looks like, after signing the contract, I also have confidence, this book is bumpy and difficult, no matter how hard it is, I have to finish it.

Ladies and gentlemen, this urban fantasy text dressed in supernatural skin, you should bear it a little more, if you think it is still interesting after reading it, then my efforts can be regarded as some significance.

That's all there is to it, and one last word, the update will resume tomorrow.

Nov 7, 2016 02:11:27