All Heavens Dragon System

Shen Long does n’t know this yet. Although he believes in the quality of this novel, one person has a personal opinion about this kind of literary work. If it is brushed down by the review editor, he wo n’t find it strange. It's enough to just submit a magazine. Anyway, even if an editor loses his eye, can't the literary editors all over the country look at it?

He restarted his job-seeking career. Shen Long did not go to Dongguan Qiaotou to wait, but found the former contractor. When he left last time, the contractor said, no matter when he came back, as long as he was willing He must do it.

Seeing Shen Long coming, the foreman let him go to work without saying anything. Does the foreman dislike such a capable little worker? Today, Shen Long enjoys the highest treatment of a small ICBC. He can earn two dollars and five dollars a day. Even if there are always a few days of rain every month and there is no way to work, there are more than sixty dollars a month.

The young people in the city who have just started to work are only two or thirty yuan a month. Shen Long can get more than twice their income, but the account ca n’t be counted like this. Unstable, just like in the future news, it is often said that construction workers earn more than 10,000 a month, but not many people are willing to do it, and there is not much social status.

This amount of money is enough for his daily expenses. At this time, a catty dish only costs a few cents, watching a movie for a cent or two. The living expenses of ordinary people who can have ten dollars a month are more generous; Shen Long now has to eat and buy manuscript paper. There are no other expenses, and every month I can save forty or fifty dollars for my family.

He intends to save more, plus his own manuscript fee, and wait for the New Year to go back and buy more things, let the family spend a good year, it is best to publish a few more articles, earn more manuscript fees, so that the family can renovate the cave, Shaoan repaired three new caves and spent hundreds of dollars, which is not difficult to save.

It was another weekend, Shen Long came to the Xiaoyuan family committee to find Tian Xiaoxia as scheduled, but I did n’t see it for a while. Tian Xiaoxia seemed to be taller. When I looked closely, it turned out that I was wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes; Shen Long cooked meals, and the two chatted enthusiastically while eating.

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Tian Xiaoxia did not say anything about the submission for the time being. She was worried that this would make the other party nervous and suffer, but she talked about "White Ship". "Ren Cu's predicate is all nonsense, don't bother him."

Xiaoxia is a girl with a clear love and hatred. She can't see that the work she admires is accused by others, and that Ren Tu did not make much sense, with a strong characteristic of that era, so that they have experienced that era. People instinctively feel disgusted. The last sentence not only did not damage Xiao Xia's image, but looked even more lovely.

Shen Long talked to her about the sad childhood of the little boy abandoned by her parents in the book; that kind-hearted and repeatedly doomed Grandpa Momon; that cruel, ugly and stubborn Alos Gul; and the beautiful long The life of the deer mother and the ancient and legendary Kyrgyz people ...

The two of them have never been abroad, and even Shao Ping has not visited the provincial capital, but from the book, they seem to have gone to Kyrgyzstan in person, and they are fully able to understand what the characters in the book have experienced, perhaps regardless In that country, the sufferings of the bottom life are all connected.

By naturally turning to the topic in "Old Well", Shen Long took out the newly written manuscript, Tian Xiaoxia could not wait to read it, and her thoughts continued to rise and fall with the fate of Sun Wangquan and Qiaoying in the story. The written manuscript, Tian Xiaoxia sighed, and discussed the details of the story with Shen Long.

"Laojing Village is not like Shuangshui Village. Shuangshui Village has Dongla River and Waiyan River, but there is no shortage of water; which village is the prototype? Can village or other villages?"

"Neither." In fact, the story of Lao Jing didn't happen in Huangyuan, but in the depths of Taihang Mountain. To find the prototype of the story, you can only go to the province next door, and Shen Long can only continue to direct the source of the story to those who work Han, and then carried out art processing according to the description of the worker.

"Art originates from life and is higher than life. I originally saw this sentence and I didn't quite understand it. Now that I read your novel, I finally understand it." Tian Xiaoxia looked at this one, which was different from all her peers she knew. Men, ordinary people encounter such sufferings, I am afraid they will be overwhelmed by it, right?

Not only can he enjoy this kind of suffering comfortably, he can even draw material from the suffering and become the inspiration for his own creation. Perhaps this is the mentality that every literary person must go through?

"Is there any shadow of you in Sun Wangquan?" They all surnamed Sun, and they all failed in the college entrance examination, but I don't know who his Qiaoying is? When I was in high school, I heard people say that Shaoping liked to have a girl. It seemed to be Hao Hongmei? I don't know why. When thinking of these, Tian Xiaoxia felt a little sour.

"Sun Wangquan has the shadow of many rural youths, like most literary works ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He is the product of the concentration and fusion of many similar roles ..." This is really not true, and the surname Sun is just a coincidence.

"Should I finish writing the next week? I'll go to you next weekend?" Tian Xiaoxia is now a little bit unsatisfied to meet once in half a month. It is now October and the weather is getting colder. Don't bring him a thick bedding? He was almost worn out on the bed.

"It should be no problem." This is an accidental progress. Shen Long began to consider what food to buy next Saturday. Tian Xiaoxia seemed to like spicy food and made some spicy oil?

After a week of waiting, Tian Xiaoxia finally waited until Saturday. This week she got the new issue of "Harvest" in the library for the first time. Unfortunately, there is no work she expected in this issue. This disappointed Tian Xiaoxia.

But she is also comforting herself. "Harvest" is a temple that national literature lovers yearn for. Every month, countless people look forward to entering this temple. Perhaps they haven't had time to read Shao Ping's manuscript.

She carefully selected a novel in the library and brought an old wool blanket from her home. This is not that she is unwilling to buy a new one, but is worried that Shen Long will not accept it. The old one is better to accept, and still Keep warm.

At the gate of the cave, Tian Xiaoxia saw someone pacing at the gate. It seemed anxious. When she approached, it turned out to be Jia Bing. "Mr. Jia, are you going to find Shaoping? Oh, I am a high school classmate of Shaoping. The one who came to Huangyuan with him last time to tell a story. "

"Oh, it's you, when will Shaoping come back?" Harvest "wrote back to him." Jia Bingyang said with the envelope in his hand.