Chapter 64 Discovering the problem
"Teacher Xiao Gu, have you got any inspiration for your new work?" This was Han Zang's first reaction after he answered the phone.
“I had some inspiration. I recently read Sherlock Holmes again and suddenly wanted to write a sequel to Sherlock Holmes.” Gu Lu said.
The Sherlock Holmes series is famous in the field of mystery novels, and Han Zang can’t put it down, but - write a sequel?
"...Teacher Gu, won't you write the wise detective series?" Han Zang asked.
"I've been reading Sherlock Holmes recently, and I can't write in a sensible style for the time being." Gu Lu said, "I want to write a story about Sherlock Holmes in his later years."
The reason why "The Mystery of Time" has just been released. The invitation to sign as an author was sent, not because of the weird style and lack of meal replacement. And Akechi is also different from other detectives, he is both good and evil.
Now change the style - Han Zang said sincerely, "Teacher Gu, I know you are good at learning, and you can change your style of writing whenever you want. But Sherlock Holmes is already an insurmountable peak, no matter how you continue it, Even if you write it, it will not be as exciting as the original text."
Gu Lu agreed, so the sequels to the famous previous works, whether "A Study of Green Letters" or "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes," do not focus on reasoning.
And "Mr. Holmes" is even worse. There is an evaluation of this book: "You have never seen such a fragile Holmes, just like you have never seen such a real Holmes."
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"I know, so my main plot is different from the original work." Gu Lu said frankly.
I was a very smart kid before, why can’t I understand now? Does he have to mention it by name, and writing a sequel to Sherlock Holmes is too cost-effective? Han Zang controlled his excitement.
"Teacher Xiao Gu, do you want to think about it again? There are many readers looking forward to the Mingzhi series, and the accumulation of the first three articles also has a reader base." Han Zang said, "If it doesn't work out, let's look at "Liao Zhai" again. Change the pen edge back? "
Gu Lu was happy and helpless. He was happy that the editor fully accepted his setting of "the pen edge is unknown, and when it is strong, it will be strong." But he was helpless that he didn't get it!
If you insist on writing, it is tantamount to imitating others, and you cannot write in a chaotic style.
"I feel that the Sherlock Holmes sequel I conceived is pretty good." Gu Lu insisted weakly.
"..." Han Zang said in embarrassment, "In this case, whether you can become a contracted writer needs to be reviewed by the editor again."
There is no guarantee that you can become a contracted writer if you translate the editor's words. Yes, Gu Lu said he understood.
To be precise, the Korean and Tibetan editors have a pretty good temper. Comparing one's feelings with one's own, with a paradoxical style and a wise persona, these two important points of the magazine have been discarded. Isn't it normal to wait and see again?
"Okay, no problem. I will send it to editor Han first when the work comes out." Gu Lu said.
"I'm looking forward to it very much." The Korean and Tibetan people were still full of words.
Hanging up the phone, Han Zang still murmured to himself, "The Sherlock Holmes sequel is too low-cost."
"It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they dare to challenge high difficulties as soon as they get started. ." Han Zang stood up. There was a change in the contract and he had to tell the editor.
On the other side, Gu Lu hung up the phone and was about to go out.
He wanted to collect some information on the Internet and eat a bowl of noodles outside.
Gu Lu's destination this time was not the fat boss's place. It was too far away. The key was that he didn't want to go to No. 37 Middle School. He chose a black Internet cafe near his home.
It can’t be said to be a black Internet cafe, because it is actually quite large and formal, with the words “Feiyu Internet Cafe” in big letters on the door.
"Turn on the network management." Gu Lu walked over openly.
"ID card." The network administrator didn't even look up.
“I didn’t bring my ID card. Network administrator, please help me find one.” Gu Lu said.
Gu Lu's appearance was obviously under eighteen, but the network administrator didn't care. This was a tacit understanding between the two parties.
The network administrator had many ID numbers, so he randomly picked one and turned on the machine. Gu Lu found a seat and sat down.
In two hours of surfing the Internet, Gu Lu did a lot of things, such as finding the required information and writing a three-thousand-word "The Little Prince" before sending it to President Jian. Even authors who sign contracts with "Youth Literature" have a process of reviewing manuscripts in advance.
"Wait, why do I always feel weird." Gu Lu looked at the manuscript.
After a long while, Gu Lu researched the reason, but there was no picture!
［…What I drew was not a hat, but a giant python swallowing an elephant. So I drew the scene inside the python's belly, because I knew that only adults could understand it, and adults always need explanations. ]
The pre-plot is that I showed the picture to the adults, and the adults responded that it was just a hat, what should I be afraid of?
If you don’t show the second icon, it will have no sense of picture. Gu Lu took back his previous comment. In his previous life, he had seen so many versions of the Little Prince with many illustrations, not just to make up the number of pages.
"Perhaps it can be said that the combination of illustrations and text is the complete version of the little prince." Gu Lu thought to himself.
Fortunately, Goldfinger trigger reading books also have illustrations.
Gu Lu can't draw. Although he has taken art classes, the things taught in art classes are really limited.
The patterns in "The Little Prince" are relatively simple, just copy them...
"First try to draw the picture yourself with a rough sketch. If you can't get the desired effect, then go to an artist. The main thing is to be able to do it yourself and never rely on others." Gu Lu didn't know the painter, but "Youth Literature" magazine must have known many painters.
"If we don't send it to President Jian yet, we still need the complete version of "The Little Prince."" Gu Lu sent the file to himself by email.
After doing all this, Gu Lu felt his neck was a little sore and crooked. It wasn't a big problem because he was young.
After getting off the plane, Gu Lu did not top up his internet fee.
"What a great awakening!" Gu Lu said. When he returned home from the Internet cafe, his drunkard father disappeared again. He didn't come back last night.
You see, the words of an alcoholic have no credibility.
“It’s okay, it’s convenient for me to move if I’m not at home.” Gu Luxin said.
So he packed everything.
Summer vacation is the season for crazy fun.
Gu Lu also finally found a house. The one-bedroom and one-living room in Jiafuyuan is more than 60 square meters, and the price is 600 yuan per month. One deposit and three payments.
The home appliances are complete, and there are also network cable ports. Although the furniture style reveals the aesthetics of his father's generation, Gu Lu is quite satisfied.
There is a huge Chinese knot at the door.
The light brown wardrobe reaches the ceiling and is curved near the door to become an open grid.
In addition to the oval dressing table in the bedroom, a dark brown coat rod stands in front of the bed.
All the trivial items in the house had been taken away by the landlord, so it seemed empty. But it doesn't matter. Gu Lu knows that no matter how empty the house is, it will become full of life after living there for a while.
“From today on, I have my own home.”
I don’t have many clothes or many things, so I just carry a few Wuliangye cloth bags, even if I move successfully.
I forgot to mention that Gu Luxian bought the four-piece bed set and cotton wool.
After buying vegetables, he originally planned to celebrate himself, but Gu Lu suddenly realized that there was no oil, salt, sauce and vinegar...
"It was a mistake, but I will definitely not do it next time!" Gu Lu Lu ran out to buy again.
I have been running up and down to move things for the past two days. Fortunately, I can have enough to eat now. If I had left it earlier, I would have suffered a lot.
(End of this chapter)