Ji Yuanhai also knows these things.

However, listening to Wang Zhuyun's redescription with a more realistic expression, Ji Yuanhai also felt Wang Zhuyun's joys, sorrows, and sorrows more truly, as well as the wounds hidden deep in his heart that may be difficult to heal for the rest of his life.

The pain of losing a mother, the pain of a father forcing his mother away, and the breakdown of a family.

Ji Yuanhai stared at Wang Zhuyun with both eyes, and he had to deal with her.

After all, how did Wang Zhuyun's anger come from yesterday, Ji Yuanhai didn't understand it at all. On the evening of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Qingshan County, he already knew that some things were quietly changing.

Wang Zhuyun saw that he listened carefully, and he was also happy in his heart.

This happiness made me smile more, but my emotions were not as real as before.

Ji Yuan Haixin said: What are the characteristics of Wang Zhuyun's literary writing...... It's not as distinct as a lotus cocos, and it's easy to find.

She is cheerful, kind, and has suffered some hurts from her family.

Aside from these, what Ji Yuanhai feels most about Wang Zhuyun is that she wants someone to accompany her.

In her heart, she may still be a lonely person.

Just thinking about how to tell Wang Zhuyun in the future, a figure flickered at the door, and someone came in: "Boss Xiaoji, you finally opened the door!" ”

Ji Yuanhai and Wang Zhuyun both hurriedly stood up.

"Hello ......"

The guests came.

However, after the guests came, they looked at it twice, and they were a little dissatisfied, feeling that the flowers and plants in the house were not as pleasant as they were before, so they didn't buy anything after all, and left.

Seeing that this guest actually left like this, Wang Zhuyun was a little stunned: "Isn't it good?" I feel pretty good! ”

Ji Yuanhai smiled: "It's still a little worse than when I was a year ago." ”

"Wang Zhuyun, you stay by yourself for a while, I still have to cut the flowers and plants, turn over the soil, and let these flowers and plants rejuvenate as soon as possible."

Wang Zhuyun nodded, sat aside, and watched Ji Yuanhai busy.

It was almost noon, Wang Zhuyun greeted Ji Yuanhai and bought lunch for the two of them and came back to eat.

In the afternoon, the flowers and plants in the house have clearly recovered and are full of life.

Another guest came to see the flowers and plants, and this time the guests were more satisfied, and took away a pot of ordinary flowers and plants for five yuan.

I don't know if it's because of the New Year, or because of the previous closure of Fangcao Xuan, such a guest came this afternoon.

Ji Yuanhai didn't feel much frustrated, but Wang Zhuyun felt a little unhappy.

"Your flowers and plants are so well grown, why doesn't anyone come to buy them?"

"What's the hurry," Ji Yuanhai said with a smile, "Wang Zhuyun, you have this temperament, sometimes you are like a child......"

"Well, what are you talking about?" Wang Zhuyun was unhappy, "Are you laughing at me?" ”

Ji Yuanhai had a flash of inspiration and looked at Wang Zhuyun.

With such a temperament, if she writes about this theme, it may not be a path.

Thinking of this, Ji Yuanhai smiled at Wang Zhuyun: "It's really not a joke for you, I just suddenly thought of a story." ”

"What's the story?"

Wang Zhuyun asked curiously.

At the door of Fangcaoxuan at the Epoch Customs, he recalled the children's stories he had read, and on the way back, he told Wang Zhuyun a sloppy children's story.

Wang Zhuyun listened with relish, nodded again and again, and after listening to Ji Yuanhai's words about the sloppy king entering the mouse kingdom, the two of them had already returned to the small courtyard.

"This kid is too sloppy! It's also in a rat hole! ”

Wang Zhuyun said with a smile: "What's next? ”

"I also looked at it twice, and forgot the content of the rest." Ji Yuanhai said, "I can't remember the next development of the story. ”

Wang Zhuyun was suddenly disappointed: "That's a pity, this story is still quite interesting." ”

"Ji Yuanhai, there are really a lot of messy books you read. Is there a story that is so funny? ”

Ji Yuanhai replied, "Not for the time being. ”

"It's a really interesting story!" Wang Zhuyun said, "It's more interesting than ordinary stories......

"I feel like you can write a story like this." Ji Yuanhai said.

When Wang Zhuyun heard this, he was a little unconfident: "I write such a story? How do you write it? ”

Ji Yuanhai smiled: "If you are interested and want to write, we can think of a way to slowly familiarize ourselves with this aspect." ”

"If you're not interested, don't write."

"I ...... I'd love to write about it. Wang Zhuyun thought for a moment and said to Ji Yuanhai.

Ji Yuanhai took out the article she gave herself yesterday and asked her to try to write it.

Wang Zhuyun was suddenly a little stunned.

"I'm not...... It's already written, huh? ”

"What have you written? Are you telling a story or? Ji Yuanhai asked her, "The story is not told well, and there is no idea, what can I express after writing it like this?" ”

"It's hard to express yourself as a rabbit or a vole, and to express your own feelings? Any reader will be very confused and strange to read it, and then feel overwhelmed, right? ”

Wang Zhuyun's face was flushed by Ji Yuanhai's words: "What I wrote is so bad?" ”

"Prose doesn't look like prose, it's not like ......," Ji Yuanhai said, "Even if it is rewritten into children's literature, there must be a theme, right?" ”

"What is the main purpose of the Sloppy King? Love hygiene and laugh at children who don't pay attention to hygiene. ”

"That's the thing you gave me yesterday."

Wang Zhuyun wilted: It's so bad.

couldn't help but reach out and pull Ji Yuanhai's arm: "Don't murder me first, tell me how to write ......"

Ji Yuanhai smiled: "I didn't kill you, I just found fault with you first, and then let's talk about what you want to write; When you've written it, I think I'll be able to tell you what you're suitable for writing and what the situation is. ”

Wang Zhuyun was a little puzzled: "You mean, I may be more suitable to write this kind of thing?" ”

"It's more interesting, like something that children like to watch? This belongs to children's literature, right? ”

Ji Yuanhai nodded.

"I'm just guessing that you might be a good fit, you try to write it first, and then you can talk about it."

"Just use the story of the vole and the rabbit you wrote yesterday."

Wang Zhuyun nodded: "Then I, write it and try it?" ”

"Well, let's write about it." Ji Yuanhai said.

…………………………………………

In the evening, there was a knock at the door of the courtyard.

Ji Yuanhai went to open the door, and Lu Chenglin and Lu Heling stood at the door.

It turned out that Lu Chenglin drove Lu Heling back, and by the way, he recognized Ji Yuanhai and Lu Heling's residence.

Ji Yuanhai hurriedly welcomed with a smile.

After Lu Chenglin entered the small courtyard, he looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yuan Hai and He Ling, the two of you have a place to live here, and we can rest assured."

"In any case, you have settled in the provincial capital, which is better than anything else!"

Ji Yuanhai invited him into the house to sit, and Lu Heling asked Ji Yuanhai: "Yuanhai, where is Zhuyun?" ”

Ji Yuanhai said with a smile: "Writing stories in the next room, I think she should be very fond of writing, and she is already fascinated by writing." ”

Lu Chenglin asked, "Who are you talking about?" Why is there someone else in the yard? ”

Ji Yuanhai and Lu Heling invited him into the house to sit down, and then told him the general situation of Wang Zhuyun.

Hearing that Wang Zhuyun also came to college with Qingshan County, and the friendship was very good, Lu Chenglin nodded and said that he understood.

I understand, I understand, but I am vaguely a little worried.

"Yuan Hai, this classmate Wang Zhuyun, is it a male classmate or a female classmate?"

"Second uncle, she is a woman." Ji Yuanhai replied.

Lu Chenglin nodded, and said in his heart that women are at least less harmful.

If it is a male classmate, he may be greedy for money, he may be lustful, and he may do ungrateful things, which will cause problems in the relationship between Yuan Hai and He Ling.

Although it is possible for female students to do this, it is much less likely than that of male students.

This is not Lu Chenglin's prejudice, but women's personalities are generally more sensitive, hesitant, and softer than men.

The same bad heart is born in the heart, and men are more likely to take action, and it is easier to succeed, and the action is a little higher.

Chatting with Ji Yuanhai and Lu Heling, talking, Lu Chenglin had to rush home.

In his words, "If you don't go home quickly, it's not good to worry about the family", before leaving, Lu Chenglin asked Ji Yuanhai not to send him far at home, and Lu Heling sent him to the car parking place at the mouth of the alley.

"He Ling, I know that you are simple and kind-hearted, and many things may not be thought of for a while, and problems are prone to occur."

"Is that female classmate of yours pretty? If it's pretty, you still have to get rid of it. ”

"Otherwise, if you live in a courtyard, once something happens, it's too late to regret it."

Lu Chenglin admonished Lu Heling.

After hearing this, although Lu Heling did not agree with the second uncle's statement, she still agreed with it as Ji Yuanhai had done to the Ji family before.

"Well, second uncle, I know, I will definitely pay attention."

Lu Chenglin nodded and drove away.

Lu Heling returned to the small courtyard and told Ji Yuanhai about his second uncle's worries with a smile.

Ji Yuanhai didn't laugh.

To some extent, what the second uncle said is really a bit accurate.

Lu Heling went to Wang Zhuyun's door to take a look, and when she saw Wang Zhuyun frowning and thinking, she was very engrossed, and she also smiled.

While cooking with Ji Yuanhai, he talked about their respective experiences today.

Lu Heling reunited with her relatives in Lu Yuan, except for the cordial relationship and eating together, there was nothing else to say.

The first thing Ji Yuanhai said made Lu Heling surprise the frying spoon.

Huo Lianshi's object, Xiao Hongyi, beat Yuan Zhonghua with a blue nose and swollen face?

How did these two get in touch?

After listening to Ji Yuanhai's explanation, Lu Heling also felt crying and laughing: "Brother Yuan is a little unlucky, and Sister Red is really worthy of walking the rivers and lakes, and she is really good at fighting." ”

Hearing that today's turnover was only five yuan, Lu Heling was also a little disappointed: "Yuan Hai, how can it be so bad?" Will there be no market for flowers and plants in the future? ”

"That's certainly not going to happen." Ji Yuanhai said, "This is mainly because our store has been closed for more than ten days, and customers still don't know that the store has reopened. ”

"Besides, it will take some time for the flowers and plants I planted to recover."

"Tomorrow, I'll put a few pots of flowers out, and everything will be easy."

"Well, that's good." Lu Heling was relieved.

asked Ji Yuanhai again: "By the way, what's going on with Zhuyun's writing today, why are you so obsessed?" Did you help her find the right subject for her? ”

Ji Yuanhai said: "Whether it is suitable or not, it is difficult to say now; Now it seemed that she was quite interested. ”

Lu Heling said: "It's right to be interested, isn't there a famous saying that interest and curiosity are the best teachers." ”

While the couple were talking, they had already cooked their meals.

Lu Heling went to call Wang Zhuyun over for dinner, and Wang Zhuyun suddenly realized: "Heling, are you back?" ”

"I was so busy writing that I didn't pay attention to ......"

"What to write?" Lu Heling asked.

Wang Zhuyun said with a smile: "I'll show it to you when I'm done." ”

Lu Heling nodded: "Well, okay, then I'll show it when I'm done." ”

The three of them had dinner together, and Wang Zhuyun quickly ate dinner absentmindedly and went back to his room, obviously eager to create his own story.

Ji Yuanhai and Lu Heling both laughed when they saw this scene.

At this point, they don't need to analyze to know that Wang Zhuyun already has his real goal.

……………………………………………

The next day, Ji Yuanhai went to Fangcao Xuan to sell flowers again.

Lu Heling didn't follow him today, she wanted to stay at home to study, see if there was any inspiration for writing, and accompany Wang Zhuyun by the way.

Not to mention Wang Zhuyun, he got up early this morning to write a story, and he was so engrossed that he didn't even eat breakfast.

Ji Yuanhai arrived at Bird and Flower Street, greeted Yuan Zhonghua, met Shanxing, and looked at his Cantonese starling.

After that, I went to Fangcao Xuan, did my best, and after a while, I took out four pots of flowers and placed them in front of the door.

The business of the day began.

Four pots of good-looking, with spiritual charm of flowers and plants, attracted some new and old guests to Fangcao Xuan, today a busy day, sold a pot of Songmei orchids, as well as a lot of ordinary flowers and plants, adding up to more than 700 yuan.

Ji Yuanhai is still quite satisfied in his heart.

Back at home, Lu Heling wrote a small poem and showed it to Ji Yuanhai.

Ji Yuanhai can also be regarded as having a certain ability to appreciate literature, and he can still distinguish between good and bad works in general.

However, he also has his own preferences, and Lu Heling's poems are that kind of elegant, quiet and beautiful imagery, which makes Ji Yuanhai feel that it is difficult to determine what kind of level.

Reciting the words and verses, Ji Yuanhai said: "Heling, I don't feel that there is much wrong, you may be able to find a place to try to submit?" ”

Lu Heling shook her head: "No, I feel that I am still far behind,"

"And this poem is not a natural flow of feelings, but I want to write one, so there is such a poem."

"This kind of work, in another way, is called full of ingenuity, and it is sad to give new words."

Ji Yuanhai shook his head slightly when he heard this: This is really not enough.

Lu Heling's writing skills are very solid, so she won't pile up some messy things randomly.

This is definitely humble.

At dinner, Ji Yuanhai saw that Wang Zhuyun's expression was no longer the same as yesterday, so he asked, "Wang Zhuyun, how is your story written?" Is it finished? ”

"It's a little bit closer, it's the end point, I don't quite understand how to write it." Wang Zhuyun said.

"Let's talk, let's talk?" Ji Yuanhai asked.

Wang Zhuyun shook his head: "There's nothing to say now, I'm hesitating about the ending of the whole story now, and I'll let you see it after I finish creating it myself." ”

Ji Yuanhai nodded, indicating that he understood.

The next day, Ji Yuanhai continued to go to Fangcao Xuan to sell flowers and earned more than five hundred.

When she came back, Lu Heling was studying, and she didn't reluctantly write poems and prose anymore; Wang Zhuyun pondered hard in his room, obviously still not making a decision on which ending to write.

On the third day, Ji Yuanhai earned more than seven hundred.

On the fourth day, he went to the relevant departments to handle the relevant licenses and paid the taxes.

On the fifth day, Lu Heling wrote an essay, and she felt very satisfied.

Ji Yuanhai read it, and felt that a gentle woman in a white shirt and holding a small fan was talking to herself by the pool, which was so timeless and feminine.

"Okay, Heling, will you submit this essay?"

Lu Heling nodded: "Give it a try, I also want to know how my current level is." ”

So I wrote a letter, and the relevant literary newspapers and magazines submitted essays.

After throwing it out, Lu Heling still felt a little uneasy.

"At my level, I still have a cheeky contribution, will I be ridiculed by other reviewers?"

Ji Yuanhai smiled: "Don't worry, I feel that you should be boarded." ”

"However, this kind of thing is protracted, and it may take a month or two to bear fruit, so you don't have to think about it all the time."

"Continue to create, and then increase your writing skills, and it will be more effective than anything else in the future; Even if you are not a writer in the future, but are assigned to the relevant unit, it is beneficial to practice more now. ”

After Lu Heling was relieved by Ji Yuanhai, she was also relieved a lot, and continued to write what she wanted to write, and wrote it naturally.

"It's done!"

"It's finally finished!"

On this day, Wang Zhuyun finally finished writing the story he wanted to write, and cheered to call Ji Yuanhai and Lu Heling over and let the two of them comment on the story.

Ji Yuanhai looked down at the beginning, and said in his heart that Wang Zhuyun really had a talent in this area.

It turned out that the story of the rabbit and the vole was just a dissatisfaction in Wang Zhuyun's heart.

Now the story has become the story of a rabbit who was raised by a vole, and gradually could not live in the hole of the vole, so he had to be driven out of the house to find his own home.

The rabbit met the hound, the goshawk, and another rabbit of the same kind.

It went through adventures, went through twists and turns, and finally succeeded in starting a new life of its own.

Ji Yuanhai could see that because of Wang Zhuyun's repeated thoughts, this should have been a story full of hurried rhythm, but it became a very attractive story of rabbit adventures, and even some words and things in it were similar to some kind of fable.

After Ji Yuanhai read the whole story, he couldn't help but sigh: After all, he is already a junior in college, Wang Zhuyun got serious and did what he was interested in, and the results were amazing.

This story of the adventures of a rabbit is already qualified children's literature.

(End of chapter)