"Mom, what do you think of this theme?" Chu Fan asked after Li Yu had finished reading the first chapter of the new book and had finished fetching water.

Li Yu was a little hesitant. Chu Fan hadn't finished the first chapter yet, so there wasn't much to see.

"What theme is this?" Li Yu asked Chu Fan first without giving any comments.

"Fantasy." Chu Fan replied.

"Didn't you say that you would never touch fantasy themes without accumulating a certain fan base?" Li Yu asked.

"Now I have changed my mind, because I am very confident that I can write it well." Chu Fan was full of confidence. There were no poems in the first chapter, let alone a copy - a martial arts novel.

"Is it following the trend or innovating?" Li Yu asked again.

Chu Fan said: "No one has ever written about the new school like this. If we were to give this school a name, let's call it Confucianism and Daoism."

"This way of writing seems weird. The scholar turns into a murderer. The more books he reads, the more people he kills." Li Yu did not hide his feelings after reading it.

But after a pause, she smiled and said: "It seems to be a reflection of reality, which makes sense."

"It's a bit awkward. When new things appear, most people can't accept them immediately. It takes some time to adapt." Chu Fan didn't care either.

"The question is..." Li Yu asked worriedly: "Can I sign a contract?"

This question stumped Chu Fan. Almost every year there are some innovative novels with great ideas, but whether they can tell good stories is another matter.

The same football, under the feet of top football players, can produce a pleasing game, but under the feet of the national men's football team, it can only produce an indignant "Fuck you money back" game.

"It depends on the editor, I can't decide." Chu Fan sighed, writing about the areas he was good at in the past. The editor can't say he has confidence in him. At least he thinks he is better than a pure newcomer. There is a one-in-a-thousand chance of becoming popular, so signing a contract is not that big.

question.

If you change the subject and try a new field, the editor will most likely advise him not to get involved. Other words, such as "How many pounds do you have, don't you know?" "Don't you know if you have money to operate it?" will naturally not follow.

He said.

"It doesn't matter, write it down first. You don't rely on this for a living, right? Write it as a hobby. Besides, I can still afford to support you now." Li Yu encouraged.

"Yeah." Chu Fan regained his confidence. Innovation usually ends badly, but he knows that he won't. At most, he just needs to stay a little longer and things will get better gradually. As long as he doesn't get involved in pornography or politics.

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Hundreds of thousands of words, but he still can't get results, so he can afford one million words.

One day, Chinese culture will spread throughout the world.

At this time, the study door was pushed open again.

Chu Ba, who had messy hair and a swollen face, whispered at the door: "Yu Yu, the dining table and kitchen have been tidied up."

Although he drank a little too much yesterday, he went to bed early and slept for more than ten hours. Chuba naturally did not sleep in today and got up as usual to have breakfast.

"Then go down and buy two bottles of wine and come back and buy two bags of peanuts. I'll continue drinking with you later." Seeing Chu Ba, Li Yu sneered.

Chu Ba quickly said: "No more drinking. Yesterday was an accident. If you don't let me drink in the future, I will definitely not drink again."

"I'll let you drink now!" Li Yu's voice rose several keys: "Get off!"

Chu Ba quickly exited, and when he was about to close the door, he pushed it open again, revealing half of his body: "Yu Yu, should I get out of here, or go down...downstairs?"

"Do you really want to go downstairs to buy wine?" Li Yu's anger suddenly came up again: "Get out!"

"Oh." Chu Ba exited dejectedly.

Yesterday, he was drunk. Not only did he not pick up his wife, he also asked her to pick him up.

After his wife came over, in front of his brothers, he wanted to compete for family status and said a lot of the following offensive things.

Now that I'm sober, those words have become a handle.

"Mom, my dad is very good to you, you should be more tolerant to him." Chu Fan spoke for Chu Ba.

Li Yu was still angry and sneered: "What kind of kindness does he have to me?"

Chu Fan said without hesitation: "My father has always cared deeply about you, which is rare."

After a moment of silence, Li Yu said: "When you chased me, your dad was really heartbroken."

"It's just as heartbreaking now." Chu Fan said.

Li Yu said: "After getting married, he stopped caring."

"No." Chu Fan said: "From the time I can remember, I can see that my dad has always cared about you and has no second thoughts."

"That's just for others to see. That's not what he paid for when there was no one around." Li Yu snorted.

"Then what did my dad pay for?" Chu Fan asked casually as he sat at the computer desk.

"After you establish a relationship with Wu Keqing's daughter and become friends, you will find out in a short time." Li Yu did not answer Chu Fan's words.

After that, Chu Fan didn't go out for a whole day, concentrating on working on a new book.

It was difficult to write a new book. It wasn't until after dinner in the evening and walking the dog downstairs that he had written more than 6,000 words of the main text.

The main thing is to check information and organize the materials while writing, and slowly improve the world framework.

The outline does not need to be presented on paper, but it must be in your mind.

Even after it is presented on paper, writers are still perfecting it as they write. Some writers are also used to writing detailed outlines of several hundred words, and then extending them to thousands or even tens of thousands of words.

After going downstairs, seeing no one on the path in front of the building, Chu Fan untied the dog's leash, threw the toy ball in front of the little Teddy, and let him run around on it to vent his energy.

The little thing had a great time playing. He pushed the ball dozens of meters away. When he saw someone in front of him, he pushed the ball back all the way.

The ball was pushed too hard and the ball got stuck in the green belt. The little thing couldn't get it out, and it was spinning around in a hurry.

"Ouch~" Really unable to figure it out, little Teddy yelled at Chu Fan several times.

"You did it yourself and solved it yourself." Chu Fan was happy and relaxed, watching the little Teddy running up and down.

After struggling for a long time, the little thing was unable to do anything. He stood up, put his two forelimbs together, bowed repeatedly, and asked Chu Fan for help.

Chu Fan then went over and helped him take out the toy ball from the shrubs in the green belt.

"Go over there, let's get out of the community and go for a walk on the street to feel the prosperity of this world." Chu Fan threw the ball in one direction.

Little Teddy snorted, "Why do you feel the prosperity of the world? You just want to see beautiful women."

In this season, all the beauties on the street wear very little, either with long white legs or killer black stockings. This is the season that men love most.

After leaving the community, Yang Fan put the leash on the little Teddy again.

Fortunately, in the community, it is not a big problem for small pet dogs to be kept without leashes, and few people say anything about it.

This is not the case on the street. Even if no one says anything, it will be a disaster if the pet dog sees something curious and rushes into the road without hesitation.

Passing by a store, Chu Fan saw a young man soliciting customers and stopping two passers-by to talk.
Chapter completed!