Chapter 212: A Story About the Stars
"Canyon grass: I'll say a number! Three days! In just three days, I want to see the new book!
Once in the sea: Another crazy one, drag it down.
Canyon Grass: I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy! The dog author must be watching in the group! Everybody's on their feet!
Once Canghai: What's the matter, the dog author won't read a new book for three days?
Canyon Grass: That's still to be seen...... Hey, dog author, please, can the new book be sent soon? ”
The sand sculpture painting style in the readership is still so unique,
Ji Zhuo buckled up the laptop,
Holding the phone, while watching, go out and go downstairs.
"Trumpet: I think it will take at least 20 days for the dog author's new book to be released, right?
Once upon a time: Don't talk nonsense! You can't see what children say!
Zeng Canghai: @小小号, don't talk nonsense, don't make sure that the dog author is also in the group, maybe he will see it and release a new book according to what you said for more than 20 days.
Small: ......"
Ji Zhuo stopped talking, and looked at the chat of the group of sand sculpture readers.
Ay.
What about trust between people.
I still don't believe it.
Now in writing secretly, the book to be sent by the 'ABC' vest,
Even if I write smoothly, it will take at least 20 days to finish the "Imperial Epic".
It's a serialized book on the bright side.,Then I have to send it in more than 20 days.。
And...... The book on the bright side hasn't landed yet.
Ji Zhuo himself doesn't know what to write for the time being.
Some chaotic thoughts and ideas, after all, the inspiration of a dozen points is not vegetarian,
When I think about a new book, all kinds of ideas run through my mind, but I don't know which one to write for the time being.
It doesn't feel like it's funny.
Thinking about these things, Ji Zhuo went downstairs.
“…… Big brother, go out to dinner. ”
Hearing someone greet him, Ji Zhuo turned his head to look,
I saw that Xiao Fat Dun had a different snack in his hand today, like spicy strips,
Sweating while eating, one hand is still holding an old fan and fanning the wind, but it looks like the fan is getting hotter and hotter.
"Yes."
Ji Zhuo answered, and walked over,
I looked back and looked at the news on my phone again.
"Eating too much cake will make you fat: you are all urging dog authors to release new books early, but I am thinking that dog authors don't have to spend some energy writing new books, or let's wait more, don't rush."
"Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: That's what I said, but it's inexplicably strange to put it on the dog author."
It's rare that there are readers who are so considerate of dog authors and mixed into this group.
"If you eat too much cake, you will get fat: I just think, I've been resting for a long time now, isn't it time to release a new book, or tonight. Dog author, are you there? ”
Good guys, one is more ruthless than the other.
Ji Zhuo glanced at it and slipped away silently.
Then I saw that Yun Qingmu had sent him a message.
"300,000 per second: Ji Zhuo, will you release a new book tonight?
Clumsy and Extraordinary: ??? ”
I'm hairy, I'm hairy.
……
“…… Can you stop staring at me like this, I'm not a Ru in the watermelon field, falling to the sun on the ground. ”
Ji Zhuo lowered his head to cook, and came out to accompany Ji Zhuo to eat.
Just on the other side, staring, staring, staring at Ji Zhuo repeatedly, looking intently.
"Oh......"
Yun replied lightly, then looked away, and after a while peeked again.
"Got rice grains on my face?"
"Why don't you eat this mouthful?"
Ji Zhuo picked up the rice on his chopsticks, didn't eat, raised his head and looked at Yun Qingmu,
"It's nothing, I'm just looking, have you opened a trumpet to send new books behind our backs to loyal readers."
"So you can see it?"
"Rely on intuition."
“…… So what do you see that you don't see? ”
"Nope."
"That's still going to see."
"Oh......"
"Ji Zhuo, is it really going to take more than twenty days for your new book?"
"Well, almost, maybe longer."
Ji Zhuo and the two finally ate normally and talked casually.
"Can you make it sooner...... I don't even have a book to read......"
Lowly.
"Not really...... Let's watch anime. The anime of "Shepherd Boy Seeking Immortals" is about to be released. ”
"Huh?"
"Really?"
"Yes."
Although this news will soon be announced by Pioneer Film and Television, and it will begin to warm up the publicity,
But knowing in advance, Yun Qingmu was still quite surprised.
At least during the period when the dog author's new book is in place, there is something else to read, which is not bad.
"How many episodes are there in the first season?"
"There are twelve episodes in total, except for the first week, and one episode a week later."
“……”
Ji Zhuo bowed his head and ate silently,
Yun Qingmu was also silent.
How do you feel about cooperating with a dog author, this pioneer film and television animation production team is also infected with the atmosphere of dog authors,
One episode a week, is this something that people can do?
……
“…… Big brother, are you back? ”
Ji Zhuo ate dinner and came back from outside.
The little chubby dun is still there, but the spicy strips in his hand have been eaten,
Holding a mobile phone, his fingers poking at the screen quickly, as if he was chatting hotly.
The old fan next to it is gone.
It seemed that he noticed Ji Zhuo and greeted him again.
Ji Zhuo leaned over and looked at it,
I saw three words, and I didn't read them - 'dog author'.
"Hmm."
Ji Zhuo answered and sat down next to him.
"Big brother, let's not talk about it yet, I'm here to discuss with the sand sculpture readers in the group when the dog author's new book will be released."
Little Fat Dun said a word, and just lowered his head and continued to poke fast on the screen.
Ji Zhuo leaned on the pillar of the gazebo next to him, and raised his head to look at the gazebo.
The community pavilion is also quite magical, with a few sparse pillars on the top, wrapped around some kind of wall-climbing plant,
can be shaded, but ironclad leaks rain,
At this time, Ji Zhuo looked up, and he could see the night.
Today is a sunny day, and the night sky is also clear at night,
The bright moon hangs high on the side, and a few bright stars are still blooming under the light pollution.
Ji Zhuo blew the wind and leaned here to watch.
I don't know how long it has been,
The little chubby dun next to him put away his mobile phone and stood up,
"Big brother, I'll go back first."
Little Fat Dun said a word and ran away.
Ji Zhuo lowered his head and looked at it, and then raised his head to look at the night above his head,
It's getting late, and there's less light pollution.
There were a few more stars in the clear night sky that could be seen.
Ji Zhuo looked at the endless night sky, a little emotional, why don't you go to the rooftop to see the stars?
Ji Zhuo moved when he thought about it.
Soon......
Ji Zhuo, who went back to the house and moved a chair, sat on the roof of the roof of the community.
Sitting on the chair and leaning back on the chair, Ji Zhuo raised his head and looked at the stars twinkling in the night overhead,
Loose thoughts.
In mythology, the stars are the embodiment of the gods of the stars.
In the Cthulhu Mythos, the stars are indescribable monsters.
In the words of the deceitful child,
These stars are the beacons of change in the deceased loved ones, like it will accompany you wherever you go.
The stars always carry people's beautiful or terrifying fantasies,
There seems to be a lot of stories in it.
Well......
Why don't you write a story about the stars in a new book without knowing what to do?
Ji Zhuo, who was lying on the seat, suddenly thought of this.
Eyes lit up,
Those dozen points of inspiration also came into play,
Soon, Ji Zhuo had some general ideas.
Come on
Ji Mingming's new book is about the story of the stars.
Even the name of the new book,
Ji Zhuo also thought about it at this time,
"It's called "Star Dream""
Ji Zhuo smiled and muttered to himself,
Got up from his seat again, looked up, and looked at the stars twinkling in the night,
"Thank you."
Ji Zhuo smiled at the stars and thanked him,
Carrying the chair, he went downstairs and went back to the house.
The twinkling stars in the night still hang there, unchanged.