All Heavens Dragon System

In the process of eating, Tian Xiaoxia hardly moved chopsticks. She kept chatting with Shen Long about how she read the novel. She did n’t have time to eat until she found that Shen Long was answering her questions. under.

After eating, it was not too early. Shen Long got up and sent Tian Xiaoxia home. He lived a bit off-site. There are not so many street lights on the road now, and as the educated youth returned to the city, the number of idle people in the society gradually increased. Whether for reasons of courtesy or safety, he will not let Tian Xiaoxia go home alone.

A worker and a female college student walked on the street, but neither of them felt uncomfortable and immersed themselves in each other's spiritual world until they walked to the door of the family committee of the local committee.

"After you finish writing, try to submit your papers! I'll go to the school library to help you find the address of those literary magazines." Tian Xiaoxia stopped and said, "You don't have to rush to show me, I know writing It's a very difficult thing, don't put too much pressure on yourself. "

This is very different from the previous one. In front of his reading desire and the pressure on the other party, Tian Xiaoxia decisively curbed his desire in order to reduce the pressure on the other party. You must know that Shao Ping still has to work during the day. But it's hard work, because of heavy physical work, and working all day long in the dim light.

"The story is already in my mind, and the rest is about modifying words and sentences, and it won't be very hard." Shen Long told the truth, what he did was just to rewrite Ke Lan's story, according to Sun Shaoping 'S memory is adjusted to words that match his identity and experience.

Eyed Tian Xiaoxia into the courtyard, Shen Long turned away; Tian Xiaoxia turned around and watched his figure disappear at the corner of the street, his eyes lost in the night.

There are no more people on the street. The street lamp casts a long light and shadow on the street with water stains; on the opposite mountain, it looks like a standing cone

'S nine-level ancient pagoda pointed at the night sky where the clouds were flying in the haze; there were no stars and no moon; the cold wind blew through the trees in the distant mountains

Lin, there was a lot of noise; the majestic sound of the Huangyuan River and the sound of the flowing water of the Xiaonan River sounded like a duet ...

She couldn't help singing, happy wind, you sing a song for us! Happy wind! You have blown all over the mountains and oceans of the world, and your singing is heard all over the world. Sing, wind! Against the steep mountain, against the mysterious ocean, against the whispers of birds, against the blue sky, against the brave and great figures. If anyone can fight for victory, let him sing with us. Anyone who wants to be happy can smile, whoever wants to do can succeed, whoever wants to find can get ...

This is an episode in the Soviet movie "Captain Grant's Children". She hasn't seen this movie, but she likes to sing this song; she walks through the empty yard and walks home; she feels that her interaction with Shao Ping will bring There is a mysterious color, which may be like the story described in the romantic novel-thinking of this makes her more excited!

Returning to his broken cave, Shen Long did n’t rush to rest, and he continued to rewrite while sitting at his desk ... When he resumed work, whether he was carrying a brick-backed stone or eating and resting at noon, he carefully observed The surrounding workers, contractors, and passers-by paid attention to their expressions.

Especially the moving stories they told in plain language, he can only rewrite the classic works that have not been published yet, but this does not mean that he is willing to do so all the time. The hardship life of the Loess Plateau has accumulated too much to write Valuable material, one day, he will come up with his own work.

Return home at night, first record the language and stories that are worth recording on the specially prepared notebook, and then start to modify again.

After ten days, Shen Long finally finished writing the novel. Tian Xiaoxia looked at the manuscript paper as soon as he came. The expression on his face kept changing as the plot progressed, and he sometimes frowned, smiling, and waiting to see the ending. Xiaoxia even cried when she happened to be buried in the Yellow River. Mouth is still talking, Shao Ping, you bastard, how did you write Cui Qiao to death.

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This reminded Shen Long of Lu Yao crying and telling others that he had written Xiaoxia to death. Literature has this charm, whether it is a writer or a reader, you can feel this charm; to be honest When he should write this paragraph, he was also pantothenic for a while.

After reading the novel over and over several times, Tian Xiaoxia took out several densely written papers from his bag. "This is the address of the literary magazine I collected during this time. There are" Harvest "and" October, which was established the year before "," Contemporary "and" Flower City "just launched last year, as well as" Yanhe "in our province," Huang Yuanxue "in our city ..."

"Harvest" is an old-school literature magazine founded by Ba Jin, which has long occupied the top spot in Chinese pure literature. Even in the era of Shen Long, there were still more than 100,000 sales in each issue; plus the following "October" "," Contemporary "and" Huacheng ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ "these four magazines are called the four major magazines of Chinese pure literature.

The province's "Yanhe" is a slogan of local literature magazines. In this era, one month's sales can even exceed 100,000. Almost all literary lovers in this province want to publish articles on it.

"Huang Yuanxue" is a magazine that was just established last year. Jia Bing also took up a job in the magazine. Tian Xiaoxia also mentioned him, "I originally wanted to show the manuscript to Teacher Jia with you to see if I could It was published in "Huang Yuanxue", but it is a pity to think about it, how should such a good novel try "Harvest."

"Are you too proud of me?" Shen Long smiled. "Actually, I also wanted to let Teacher Jia help me to see it." He didn't want Jia Bing to publish it in "Huang Yuan Xue", and I wanted Jia Bing to help me, and I would like to talk to myself about the way to contribute.

"There is no exaggeration at all, Shao Ping, your work is fully worthy of" Harvest "." Tian Xiaoxia said seriously.

The next day they found Jia Bing with the manuscript. Jia Bing was a little surprised to hear that Shen Long had written the novel. At the same time, he was also very happy for him and immediately read it seriously. After reading it, he appreciated it as much as Tian Xiaoxia.

Left the "Huang Yuanxue" of his work without saying anything, recommended Shen Long to contribute to "Harvest" magazine, and enthusiastically provided him with envelopes and stamps, and gave him the skills to submit for a long time.

Shen Long transcribed the manuscript carefully, affixed a stamp, wrote the words "Harvest" magazine on the envelope, and came to the post with Tian Xiaoxia, and seriously enveloped the envelope.