After eating the noodles, Xia Tian asked Xia Xue for a pen and another exercise book.

"Brother, what do you want to do?" Xia Xue asked curiously.

"Writing a novel." Xia Tian explained.

"Writing novels?! Are you writing novels?" Xia Xue said in surprise, and Chen Yixin beside her was so shocked that her chin fell off.

"Why don't you believe me?" Xia Tian said a little depressedly. It's just writing novels, and it's not doing something earth-shaking, as for such a fuss.

"Yeah." Xia Xue nodded honestly. Her elder brother has not had a few elegant bones since he was a child. Not to mention writing novels, he can't turn a few pages even if he reads novels. If he could write novels, the sun would really come out from the west.

"Brother Tian, ​​are you really okay? It's because of the sequelae left after the last head injury." Chen Yixin asked worriedly.

Xia Tian was speechless and too lazy to explain to them, "Forget it, I won't tell you more. After I write it out, you will know my ability." After that, he went back to the house with paper and pen.

Xia Xue and Chen Yixin were left in the living room. Look at me, and I look at you, and they all think that Xia Tian is very abnormal now. "Brother Yixin, my brother won't really have anything to do, right? Why do I think he is weird?" Xia Xue asked worriedly.

She knew that the eldest brother was unfortunately broken the day before yesterday. If it was as Chen Yixin said, maybe there were some sequelae, then she really didn't know what to do.

"Do you think he is strange? I have felt something wrong since yesterday." Chen Yixin said with a wry smile, telling all the strange stories that happened to Xia Tian from yesterday to today.

When Xia Xue couldn't help but feel extremely surprised when she heard that her elder brother understood both director, photography, screenwriter, and editing.

"Brother Yixin, do you really think that he was opened?" Xia Xue asked with her big watery eyes blinking.

Chen Yixin's face turned red by her eyes. He nodded desperately, "Brother Tian said that."

"That seems to be true." Xia Xue clapped her hands happily and said, "As the saying goes, there will be blessings after a disaster. It seems that the time is really coming."

"Yes." Chen Yixin nodded repeatedly, expressing 100% approval of Xia Xue's words.

...

Just as Chen Yixin and Xia Xue were worried about Xia Tian, ​​he was busy thinking about his first novel.

For time travelers, especially poor boys like Xia Tian, ​​doing a copying business is the most convenient and fastest way to accumulate original capital. Because it has the smallest investment, it can start work with a pen or a few pieces of paper, which is simple and easy.

Xia Tian liked reading very much in his previous life. On the one hand, he broadened his thinking and enriched his knowledge; on the other hand, he was also very bored and spent his spare time.

After graduation, he took time to read a lot of books during the years he was filming with the crew. Among them were professional books related to film and television production, as well as online novels that are appreciated by both the elite and the masses.

Now Xia Tian plans to copy a copy of the online novels from later generations to sell them because he is really short of money now. Not only does he have to pay back the usury owed by his father, but he also wants to raise some funds to make movies. Being a literary copy is the most convenient and fastest way now.

"But which book should I copy?" Xia Tian was a little difficult to choose. He had read no ten thousand or eight thousand novels, including fantasy, fairy tale, city, supernatural... everything is available, but not every book is suitable for the current social environment, and it still needs to be carefully screened.

"The most popular thing in Hong Kong now should be martial arts novels. It's a pity that I don't read too many martial arts novels." Xia Tian frowned and said to himself. When he was reading and having fun, martial arts novels had completely declined. Except for the classic works of the four masters of Jin, Gu, Wen and Liang, the martial arts novels created by others are hard to get his favor.

"Oh, by the way, why did I forget it?" Xia Tian suddenly lit his eyes and clapped his hands and smiled, and then he wrote seven traditional Chinese characters "The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple" crookedly on the paper.

"The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple" is the work of Taiwanese online novelist Jiubadao. It once won the first Million-Mirizhi TV Novels Award. It was later adapted into a comic of the same name by Hong Kong cartoonist Qiu Fulong, which shows its popularity.

Although Xia Tian was resentful of Jiubadao's iron-core identity, he also had some appreciation for his talent. What's more, Xia Tian did not have any psychological pressure to copy his works and sell them for money.

"I copied this kid's book. Who asked him to support **?" Xia Tian made up his mind, "This is called wearing other people's shoes, walking his own way, leaving him with no shoes to wear and no way to go."

After confirming the title of the book, Xia Tian started to copy it. However, he only remembered the general content of the book, and had long forgotten the specific chapters and sentences. After all, he was the human brain, not the computer, and it was impossible to remember it clearly by reading it twice.

Fortunately, he was a screenwriter in his previous life, and writing is not unfamiliar with him. At this moment, he recalls the general context of this book while filling in the details with his talents...

"Wow, man, your words are so ugly, they are like dogs crawling." After writing a few lines of words, he couldn't help but complain to himself when he saw the twisted handwriting on the paper.

In this life, the "summer" is a martial arts fanatic, who is obsessed with practicing martial arts and drops out of school before graduation. Therefore, let alone writing beautiful and good characters, it is good enough to be able to read and write.

In his previous life, "Summer" was a talented man, and he wrote beautifully good characters. However, he only knew how to write simplified characters, but he was not very good at writing traditional characters.

Therefore, after almost one night of work, Xia Tian wrote his handwriting a little decent. He had already written about 20,000 words in the novel "The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple". This was because he had to practice calligraphy, so he wasted a lot of time.

"Now that I can practice calligraphy to see people, and the writing speed should be twice as fast next time." Xia Tian thought to himself that his hand speed is about 1,500 words per hour, and doubled it means 3,000 words per hour, which is very good.

The novel "The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple" is only 100,000 words in total, and can be completed in four days at most.

"Try this book first. If readers have a good response, it will not only increase their popularity, but also increase the price when opening the book." Xia Tian said.

At this moment, he heard a "gurgling" sound suddenly coming from his stomach. He couldn't help laughing, "You're so tummy, you're going to work with me all night. I'll comfort you later."

When I left the room, I saw Chen Yixin sleeping tilted on the sofa. I thought it was because I was afraid of disturbing my creation, so I didn't dare to enter the house.

Seeing this scene, a warm feeling suddenly surged in Xia Tian's heart.

"Brother, have you finished writing the novel?" Xiaomei Xia Xue heard the voice and walked out of the kitchen and said, "Wake up Brother Yixin, have breakfast."

Xia Tian nodded and was about to wake Chen Yixin up, when he heard Xia Xue's voice, he stood up, "Axue, when did you wake up? Why didn't you wake me up? How embarrassed you can see me sleep?" He blushed with a rare face.

"Hmm!" Xia Tian coughed deliberately, which immediately shocked Chen Yixin, "Hey, Brother Tian, ​​are you awake too?" He quickly smiled embarrassedly.

"It's not that my brother just woke up, but that he didn't sleep at all." Xia Xue shook her head and said, "I noticed that the lights in his room did not go out all night."

"No wonder Brother Tian's face was a little pale. Sit, sit down." Chen Yixin pulled Xia Tian and said with concern, "By the way, Brother Tian, ​​how is your novel written?"

"I have written about 20,000 words." Xia Tian said with a smile.

"Really?! Wow, it's written so fast!" Chen Yixin said in surprise, "Brother Tian, ​​I didn't expect you to really know how to write novels."

"Brother, let's see, okay?" Xia Xue hurried over and said.

"Of course it's OK, I'm about to see your reaction." Xia Tian nodded and smiled, "It's on the table, you can get it."

Xia Xue nodded, ran into the room quickly, took out the exercise book, and started reading it with Chen Yixin.

"'The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple', this name is a bit strange." After seeing the title of the book, Chen Yixin couldn't help but mutter.

"Only if a name is given a strange name, you can get the first name and attract people's attention. Just like the stage name of a celebrity, you are not afraid of strange things, you are afraid of ordinary things, and you will not leave any impression on people." Xia Xue taught a lesson.

"Yes, yes, A Xue, you are right, I'm just a little bit of knowledge." Chen Yixin quickly admitted his mistake, secretly regretting that he didn't keep the door. This book was written by Xia Tian. Even if it was a piece of shit, he had to praise him vigorously. How could he pour cold water on it as soon as he came up?

Xia Xue ignored him anymore and looked down seriously.

“No matter what era, when I was a child, everyone wanted to be a hero.

...

As we grow older, many so-called reality keeps us "recognizing" that the dream of becoming a hero in the past was just an illusory journey that must be passed through in childhood. We smiled at it but did not miss it.

So we chose other life goals, becoming engineers, becoming store managers, becoming actors, becoming teachers, and becoming novelists. To see "heroes", we open the comics, go to the cinema, and see those illusory scenes that belong only to us in the past. Or comfort ourselves, if we can play our role in society and be a good father, we are heroes.

But such a hero is just a compromise with reality or a fundamentally surrender to the "redefinition" of reality. After all, heroes are originally surreal special, and exist for some surreal terrible evil, so they are not needed.

…”

Seeing the previous preface, Xia Xue couldn't help but cry when she thought of this elder brother who had also been dreaming of "heroes" since she was a child and was obsessed with martial arts.
Chapter completed!