“Quite interesting.”
This is the evaluation given by Yu Hua, and the evaluations of others are similar. Only Yunlong said a few more words, "It is indeed quite interesting, and you can see that it is very ambitious, but from my personal point of view, the story is too complicated.
, whether it is read by ordinary readers or later made into a film and television drama, it is not very good. If a story wants to be attractive, it must be simple. It is better to add some richer elements to the simple story structure.
Some."
Yu Dong knew what Yunlong meant and explained with a smile, "This is just a prequel. In fact, the real story has not yet unfolded."
After hearing what Yu Dong said, Zheng Yunlong nodded and said, "That's understandable."
Although Yu Hua did not express much opinion on the novel, he was quite interested in the plan of this mythological system.
"It is not easy to tell a complex story. Although existing mythological stories can be used as support and basis for writing, they may also become constraints. It is not easy to write new ideas."
Bi Feiyu smiled and said, "I don't think there is any need to write any new ideas. If the various mythological stories can be perfectly kneaded together, it will be a new idea in itself."
"I think what Feiyu said is right. All you need to do is knead all the myths and stories together. As for innovation, there is no need to pursue it deliberately. In fact, there are many versions of myths and stories circulating in various places, and the ideas provided are also
Much."
Su Tong first continued what Bi Feiyu said, and then talked about Yu Dong, "Yu Dong's two previous works related to mythology are actually completely different from "Tianaxe Sand Palace". "Houyi" and "Bu"
"Heaven" was given a modern color by Yu Dong, creating artistic conflict."
Han Dong squatted next to the small brazier and said with a smile, "Didn't you hear that Yu Dong said that it would be made into a film and television series? Naturally, the paths taken are different. It is useless no matter how much we talk. We cannot test this novel.
In the future, we have to ask readers and audiences to test it. If they find it interesting, it will naturally be a success. If they find it boring, it will naturally be a failure."
Everyone else nodded in approval.
Han Dong is right when he says that to examine popular literature, what is needed is the public’s perspective.
At this time, Hu Changqing also woke up, rolled over from the bamboo couch, stretched, yawned and asked, "Have you finished reading the manuscript?"
Feng Ming joked, "After reading it, I've finished dinner."
"Have you had dinner too?"
Hu Changqing quickly looked out the window. It was indeed dark and he couldn't figure out what time it was.
But then he looked at Yu Dong and the others, and said with a smile, "No way, if we finish eating, at least two of you will be drunk."
Yu Dong laughed, stood up and said, "It's almost dinner time. Let's go downstairs and see if at least two of us will get drunk tonight, as Secretary Hu said."
"Including Secretary Hu himself, there are at least three." Liu Changmin said.
Everyone went downstairs chatting and laughing. On the way, Yu Dong smiled and said to Yunlong, "I heard that Brother Yunlong only drinks Maotai, so there is no other wine tonight, only Maotai."
Bi Feiyu asked curiously, "Yunlong, why do you only drink Maotai?"
"Haha, thanks to you Yunlong, I can drink Maotai tonight." Feng Ming also laughed.
Zhen Yunlong said with a shy face, "I drank too much last time and talked nonsense. I didn't expect Brother Yu to be thinking about me until now."
Hu Changqing had a good sleep and was very energetic now. He patted Yunlong's shoulder and said, "Xiao Yunlong, there's nothing to be ashamed of if you like drinking. Moreover, Moutai is indeed delicious. It is thick but silky in the mouth."
.In the past two years, I have bought two bottles every year and kept them at home until I start drinking them in ten or twenty years."
"Secretary Hu has a long-term perspective. I'm thinking about saving some wine so that I can use it to entertain my in-laws when my child gets married."
"When it comes to storing wine, no one can compare to Da Dong. The wine stored in his family is enough for me to drink for a lifetime." Bi Feiyu said with a smile.
Yu Dong smiled and shook his head, "This is too exaggerated."
There is a cellar in Luoyuan, and some wine is indeed stored in it, but it is not all Moutai, there are also some high-strength wines from Wuliangye and other brands.
It didn’t say that it was to be used to entertain the in-laws in the future, but these friends would definitely drink when they got together, and Luo Luo’s father and grandfather both loved drinking, so it would be useless if they didn’t prepare some wine.
The wine in the wine cellar is still leftover from a previous wedding, and there are still more than a hundred bottles.
Yu Dong thought that he would probably be unable to finish more than a hundred bottles of wine in a short time, but what he didn't expect was that he drank more than a dozen bottles of Maotai that night.
Some people say that Yu Dong lives a frugal life, but in fact he is not frugal. A bottle of Moutai now costs 200, which is equivalent to a month's salary for many people.
The wine we drank tonight is equivalent to a year's salary for many people, plus meals.
The next day, everyone talked about literature in the morning, played cards in the afternoon, and then went home in the evening.
Hu Changqing was very anxious when he left. Although he had spent the past two days in Luoyuan, there was no Internet in the garden. He was thinking about the novel he had published on the forum before.
As soon as he got home, his wife was about to ask him how he had enjoyed the past two days. He ran to the study room and turned on the computer in a hurry.
The wife stood at the door of the study and said angrily, "Tell me, you are not tired of looking at that thing all day long. Seeing you like this, I haven't been having a good time at Yudong's place these past two days. I regret not bringing my computer with me."
Go?"
"I don't understand. What's the use of bringing a computer? There's no Internet at his place. Besides, I've had a lot of fun these two days and it's a comfortable stay in his garden. Even if I ask you to go, you won't go.
Dong also asked about you."
"What do you tell people?"
"What else can I say? You said your old lady is very arrogant. If she doesn't come to invite you, she won't go."
The wife frowned and cursed, "You old thing, what nonsense are you telling people? Don't let people misunderstand you."
"Hey, do you think I really said that? But next time you have to go, how shameful would it be for me if you don't go?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I am worried that they are all intellectuals and there will be no topics to talk about."
"You are just a mediocre person. Don't you like to play mahjong? They all like to play mahjong too."
At this moment, the computer was turned on. Hu Changqing rubbed his hands and said, "My husband is about to fight. Please step back and don't disturb the morale of the army."
Mrs. Hu rolled her eyes at Hu Changqing and said, "Playing with things makes you lose your mind."
…
Ever since hcq published that novel, there has been a wave of writing novels on the forum.
At first, everyone only wrote science fiction novels, but gradually, more and more people wrote other novels.
Although there are not many people in the forum, usually only a few dozen people are active, and sometimes there are only about a hundred people, but everyone writes very enthusiastically.
As everyone writes more, the number of people active every day slowly begins to increase.
And what everyone doesn’t know is that there are some mysterious people unknowingly mixed into the forum.
Ever since Hu Changqing talked about surfing the Internet last time, people like Jin Yi have gradually begun to pay attention to Deep Space BBS.
The first person to pay attention was Yu Hua. After this guy returned home, he boarded the deep space bbs. After two days of silent observation, he also began to interact with netizens on the forum. Sometimes he would also comment on some netizens and write
articles.
Then there was Bi Feiyu. When he saw Yu Hua playing hard, he also tried to go in and play. Needless to say, it was quite interesting.
And he is even more awesome than Yu Hua. Not only did he comment on other people's articles in the forum, he also posted two short stories.
These two short stories have been sought after by many people, which makes Bi Feiyu very obsessed. Compared with publishing physical books, publishing works online like this, and then receiving direct feedback, feels particularly different.
Every time he finished posting a novel, he would constantly refresh the forum to see if anyone praised him.
Bi Feiyu told Yu Dong about his popularity on the Internet, but Yu Dong smiled and said nothing. There are not many people in the forum now, and everyone is friendly. When the forum has more people in the future, he
Now you know what malicious intent is from "the other end of the network cable".
This guy has still not been severely beaten by the online world.
Later, Yu Dong gave Bi Feiyu a message, "Feiyu, you should remember eight words when surfing the Internet."
"Which eight characters?"
"Not pleased, not to have compassion."
"Be more specific."
"Don't be too happy too soon."
…
After Bi Feiyu left, Hu Changqing came to see Yu Dong again.
"Less than, do you think I should publish this new novel under the pseudonym Fushui?"
When Yu Dong heard this, he laughed and said, "This is called impulsive punishment. Are you determined to post it under the pseudonym Fushui so that those netizens will find out that you are Fushui?"
"Yeah, when I posted the novel, I didn't think much about it," Hu Changqing said distressedly.
Yu Dong gave Hu Changqing an idea, "You have two choices. First, post under the name Fushui, then abandon the current online name, change the online name and continue surfing on the forum, and let the previous online name become the world.
A legend on the Internet."
"I'm not willing to give up my current online name. I'm already very familiar with them."
Yu Dong rolled his eyes, it was just an online name, but Lao Hu treated it like a treasure.
"Then there's nothing you can do. Either you reveal your identity, or you change your name and publish it under a pen name."
"Then I'd better change my pen name."
Yu Dong knew that Hu Changqing would choose this way, and it would only take zero or countless times to put on a vest. Strictly speaking, Fu Shui was the first vest that Old Hu put on. Now it is completely reasonable to add another vest. In the future, he will probably
He also wears other vests.
However, Hu Changqing is still trying to convince himself, "In fact, it stands to reason that I should change my pen name to publish it, because strictly speaking, this novel should be co-authored by the two of us. I would be embarrassed if I published it under the pen name Fushui, right?"
?”
Yu Dong shrugged his shoulders, "As long as you are happy, Lao Hu."
"Hey, don't worry. When the royalties for this manuscript come down, each of us will get half of it."
"What if this novel wins the Galaxy Award? Which one of us will win?"
Chapter completed!