Chapter 39 Changing Style
Out the window.
Zhao Juan seemed to have heard it, and she whispered to Chen Na, "I have seen a movie before, called "Let the Love Go Out.""
"It's about, A little boy helped three people, but he did not ask for anything in return. He only asked that person to help three other people, and he kept passing on like this. "The protagonist changed the world."
"Isn't it beautiful?" ?” Chen Na thought her friend was at Amway Movies, so she said, “I’ll look for it when I get back. I wonder if it can be downloaded through Thunder.”
"Actually, I think the method in the movie is quite good." Zhao Juan said.
"That's a movie, and it's reality that it may be interrupted at any time." Chen Na said to the point.
"Yeah, I think so too," Zhao Juan nodded and continued, "But I also have an idea that can change the world. I saw an old woman crossing the crosswalk last week, but she was walking too slowly and the light was not green. The light turned red, so I went over to help cross the crosswalk."
"What next?" Chen Na pointed out the key point.
“My grandpa is also in poor health. It would be great if he encounters difficulties outside and someone can help him.” Zhao Juan said, “So my plan is to help him if I see someone outside. If my grandparents are in trouble, someone will help me. This can also change the country and the world.”
"Why do I feel that you are less reliable than the three people who helped you in the movie?" Chen Na muttered.
Seeing that her friend was hit, Chen Na immediately changed her tune, "It's still good, but how do you let most people know about it? Even if you help you, it won't matter if others don't know. Use it. "
This is indeed a big loophole, but tacit understanding alone cannot do it. Zhao Juan did not think of a solution for a while.
Seriously, most people have thought about changing the world, right? But when did you give up on the idea?
Gu Lu had no idea that his chicken soup had ignited a fire in a classmate's heart.
He came home happily after school.
"Being interviewed has triggered a new book. Who said that blessings are unparalleled? Dang, dang, dang, don't blessings just come one after another?" Gu Lu was in a happy mood.
But he was not happy when he got home -
"Do you have any sense of public morality?" Xiao Gu was very angry at the moment because the mineral water bottle he had saved for a long time was no longer available. Fly with wings.
In an old-style six-story building without an elevator, the aisle at the corner of the stairs is quite spacious. Residents upstairs and downstairs would place some sundries that they don’t need but can’t bear to throw away.
The only disadvantage is that too much clutter accumulates and blocks sunlight.
The corner where Gu Lu was currently standing was stacked with bed boards that had been replaced by the family downstairs. They had not been touched for two years and were covered with thick dust.
The original owner crushed all the plastic bottles he had accumulated and put them into a snakeskin bag, stuffing the bag into the gap.
But now, the dust is still there, but the snakeskin bag is gone.
“Fortunately I made money, otherwise I can’t imagine how sad I would be.” Gu Lu sighed.
"Whoever stole my bottle, may you fall to death while walking!" Gu Lu cursed fiercely. After thinking about it later, falling to death was a bit too serious.
“Forget it, I hope you break your leg while walking!” Gu Lu was making plans at home.
I am going to participate in the Ye Shengtao Cup finals this Saturday. I will go to the bank to withdraw some money at noon tomorrow.
When you are away from home, it is better to have money with you.
On the other side, Gu Lu’s submissions have also begun to be reviewed.
[The love with only touch, hearing and weak smell is the love hidden in the dark world. It is by no means a thing of the world, but the love song of the kingdom of demons. …]
The editor, Lao Li, secretly screamed in his heart that it was bad. He was so confused when he changed the writing style. From the first sentence at the beginning, he didn’t understand what he meant. What kind of love song is it from a country of demons?
Besides, don’t you think it’s funny when a junior high school student writes about love?
The good young man was led astray by him, and his guilt rose again.
Putting down the ceramic cup in his hand, Lao Li was not in the mood to do the necessary action before reading the manuscript - drinking tea and spitting out tea leaves. But after reading an article, Lao Li felt like his hair was standing on end.
[Madam, I believe you have understood that the sweetheart I am talking about (please forgive this unforgivable offense) is actually you. Ever since your husband bought my chair from a thrift store in Fuling, I sadly have been admiring you and giving you endless love. ] This sentence in particular is very uncomfortable.
It’s not scary to hide in a chair alone. What’s scary is that the person hiding still wants to see you!
Looking back at the meaningless sentence at the beginning of this article...
"Fuck!" Lao Li couldn't help but curse out, "Ai Lian, Ai Ma Hua Lian."
"What's wrong with Editor Li?" Everyone around looked over at the same time.
“I was shocked when I saw an article.” Lao Li explained, drinking tea to calm down his shock.
I was probably so shocked that I even drank the broken tea leaves directly. Lao Li continued to read a few other articles.
"One-Inch Master": Who is that? On the hill near the tent, a child-like figure danced with its back to the moon. His lantern-like figure was dancing wildly while holding something as round as a watermelon.
"Inhuman Love": Looking at it carefully, there is a trace of blood hanging on the half of the lips of the doll that I smashed. The blood seemed to be spit out from her body, and dripped on the hand holding her neck. The strange smile of a dying man appeared on the husband's face.
"What happened to Gu Lu? What happened to Gu Lu?"
Such confusion filled Lao Li's heart. Now he was not worried about the good seedling growing crookedly, but now he was more worried about Gu Lu's mental state.
The plots of these stories and the visuals they display are abnormal even in the world of mental illness!
A one-inch mage with dwarfism is holding something like a watermelon in his hand, which is a human head, dancing wildly under the moon... Imagine this scene.
Then the wife found out that her husband was cheating on her, thinking that the cheating partner was a shameless little bitch, but it turned out that the cheating partner was a doll—it might as well have been some little bitch.
The angry wife smashed the doll, and her husband died in love with the doll.
Old Li rubbed his forehead, this time the story had both storytelling and novelty.
“This manuscript is the embryo of a hundred and fifty.” Lao Li had talked with the editor before, and he raised it to one hundred and thirty for Gu Lu.
But that is based on the premise that the story line of the previous short story by Gu Lu is weak. Now this shortcoming has been made up for. Lao Li also has children, so he also wants to get better treatment for Gu Lu.
"But...has one person's style of writing changed so much?" Lao Li decided to read it carefully again. The writing style of this submission was strange, and some descriptions made people feel sad, which was different from the previous ones that were thoughtful and concise. The style of writing has nothing to do with it, but it can’t be compared with the other two.
Lao Li soon found out the clues and smiled like a winner.
After reviewing Gu Lu's manuscript earlier, I found that he likes to use "or" and "end", two words that are rarely used in daily life.
Relative to or, the more commonly used ones are: either, or, or.
Relative to the end, the more commonly used ones are: last, final, ending.
For example, this section of "People Traveling with Stickers" [At around six o'clock in the evening, I took the train from Quanzhou Station back to Donglai City. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, or whether the trains in that area are always like this, but the second-class carriage I took was as empty as a church on weekdays...]
"Except for these two word usage habits, I really can't find anything else. It's completely like the handwriting of two people." Soon Lao Li thought of a suitable reason.
Gu Lu was still young and had not yet determined his style of writing in his teens, so it was natural for him to change his style.
“Actually, this style of writing is suitable for writing horror novels.” Lao Li murmured to himself. What a coincidence, he also knew the editor of the horror novel publication "Hooker".
Gu Lu, a thoughtful boy, not only left special wording habits in his submissions, but also used them consistently in Ye Shengtao's "Echoing Shadows".
(End of this chapter)