Yu Dong hurried back to the office and found paper and pen.
This time he didn't create an outline, he just rolled up his sleeves and got reckless.
"Qin He is dead. The doctor said the time of death was around eleven o'clock last night."
This is the first sentence in the novel.
Yu Dong directly places the starting point of the narrative on the day when Mrs. Liang's son committed suicide, thus eliciting the curse of the Liang family.
He put aside the diary part, then incorporated the past stories into the character, and told them bit by bit through the character's mouth.
It is equivalent to using the death of Mrs. Liang's son as a dividing line. The story before the dividing line is broken up and then sewn into the story behind the dividing line. One timeline is pushed forward and the other timeline is pushed back.
This is actually a commonly used technique in mystery novels. While the story progresses normally, the truth of the past is presented in a general way.
The story is already there, and Yu Dong has been thinking about it for a long time. Now that he has found the perspective and determined the technique, the progress has suddenly picked up.
As soon as Yu Dong started writing, he couldn't stop. It wasn't until he felt that the words on the paper were getting blurry that he finally stopped writing.
When he looked up again, he realized that it was already dark.
Looking at his watch, it was already half past six. He had been immersed in writing for more than two hours.
Hu Changqing happened to be passing by Yu Dong's office after get off work. Seeing that the door of Yu Dong's office was still open, he glanced inside and saw Yu Dong who had just raised his head.
"The office is so dark, why don't you turn on the lights? It will save electricity for the school."
Yu Dong stretched his arms and said with a smile: "Energy saving and emission reduction, you just got off work?"
"Well, I just got off work, do you want me to turn on the light for you?"
"No need." Yu Dong stood up, "I'm going back too. Let's go together. I just have something to tell you."
"whats the matter?"
Yu Dong smiled and took his tea cup, then walked out and locked the door and said: "It has something to do with the work. I originally said I would talk to you tomorrow, but we happened to meet each other today, so let's talk about it. Do you remember "Falling from Mars"?
?”
"This is not nonsense. With this novel, I became the first Asian writer to win the Hugo Award." Hu Changqing said with a smile.
"Well, it's this novel. Someone wants to buy the film and television adaptation rights. Before negotiating the price, you must first determine the copyright division of this novel."
"what are you thinking?"
"Originally, according to my wish, the copyright can be given to you, but the other party hopes that I will participate, so that the price can be more easily negotiated. Let me share 10% of it and give you the rest."
Hu Changqing hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, if this is to spread, then there is really no place for my old face. So, I won't say anything and give you more, how about we each take half of it? In fact, I also know that if
Without your participation, the film and television adaptation rights of this novel may not be sold, and even if they can be sold, the price will not be very high. Now if you get 50%, I still take advantage."
"You have to think about it, this money is not a small amount of money. It is completely different from manuscript fees and bonuses. It can be hundreds of thousands of dollars with any random operation."
Hu Changqing stared at Yu Dong, then curled his lips and said: "Look at you, you look down on others."
Yu Dong also smiled: "I'm not looking down on you, I just see that you have been very slack recently and never published a work. Maybe this "Falling to Mars" will be the last novel you adapt."
"Bullshit!" Hu Changqing frowned, "Don't look at me because I'm old and have little enthusiasm for creation. Just wait. If I don't write a novel this year, my surname will not be Hu. I won't tell you anymore. I
Now go back and write after dinner."
Yu Dong followed two steps behind and said with a smile: "Hey, old Hu, why are you so impatient?"
Looking at Hu Changqing walking faster and faster, Yu Dong smiled and shook his head. In fact, he had just contacted the other party about "Falling Mars". There was no need to tell Hu Changqing now, but he wanted to talk to Hu Changqing when he met Yu Dong today.
chat.
The main thing is not about the adaptation rights, but I want to talk about the creation.
Lao Hu has been very lazy in the past few months. He usually either goes to play cards with Bi Feiyu and the others, or finds someone to drink with. In the past few months, he has not even written a short story.
Looking at others, whether it is Liu Cixin or Wang Jingkang, they can write many excellent works after work.
After Hu Changqing rode away, Yu Dong raised his feet again and walked towards the apartment.
By the time I was talking to Hu Changqing, it was already so dark that I had to rely on the lights in the classroom to support me. There were street lights on the roadside of the school, but they would often wait more than ten minutes after it got completely dark before they would turn on. Now,
Still early.
There are only a few steps from the government affairs building to the teachers' apartment. When Yu Dong arrived home, Cheng Yanqiu was cooking in the kitchen. When he heard him coming back, he smiled and said: "Wash your hands, you can eat soon."
"You came back a little late, why didn't you call me?"
"What's more, I went into your office and sat for a while, but you didn't react at all."
"Is there any?" Yu Dong was stunned.
"Yes -" Cheng Yanqiu deliberately dragged out: "Didn't I see that the great writer was concentrating on his creation and was embarrassed to disturb him, so he came back by himself? I saw that the light in your office has not been turned on, so I guess you will be back soon.
, and started cooking.”
…
When Yu Dong started writing, he didn't think about how many words he would write, so he just kept writing for two months.
In the past two months, Yu Hua and the others had not come to play with Yu Dong.
They were all used to it. Every time Yu Dong wanted to write something, it was like a martial arts master going into seclusion. He basically didn't go out except for classes.
Not only do they not bother, Wu Changxin and Zhang Xian will directly divide up any work in the school or department, and will not let Yu Dong do it. Everything is giving concessions to Yu Dong's creation.
It wasn't until two months later, on the afternoon of June 6th, that Yu Dong put down his pen, sat on his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally finished.
During the writing process, he did not feel tired, but when he put down the pen, he felt empty and very tired.
In fact, although he didn't go out much during this period, his life was quite regular. If there were no classes, he would do exercises first in the morning, start writing after breakfast, have lunch at twelve o'clock, and then do some activities.
Read a book, take a nap, and then start writing again at two o'clock.
The work in the afternoon will last until six o'clock, and after dinner, I will work for another three hours from seven to ten o'clock.
The fatigue he feels now is actually not physical, but mental. During this period, most of his energy has been focused on this novel, and the chord in his mind has been tense.
Chapter completed!