Jiang Shuiyuan didn’t know if there was salmon, caviar and French white wine in Maxim’s restaurant. In fact, he occasionally saw the rankings of famous food restaurants in a magazine and found out that there was such a Western restaurant in Beijing. As for all kinds of mouth-watering delicacies, he just took the lead in writing based on the pictures.

The sky outside was completely dark, and the strong wind and heavy rain were like casting a net, passing through the open space outside the conference room from time to time. The magnolia, camphor and Huamulian swayed violently in the wind and rain, as if they could not withstand such intense baptism. The rain was everywhere, and the parents who were originally blocked at the door had disappeared without a trace. It was probably because they were looking for a place to shelter from the rain or buy rain gear for their children.

Jiang Shuiyuan withdrew his gaze and continued to write:

"I'm not like this. I never eat for lunch. If I want to eat, I just eat a little bit and never eat more. And I eat this little bit, mainly to take this opportunity to chat. I can't eat anything anymore unless they have that kind of big asparagus. It would be a pity to not eat some asparagus when I arrived in Maxim."

My heart sank. I have seen asparagus in the store, and I know it is terrible. In the past, I often salivate whenever I see asparagus.

"Madam wants to know if you have that big asparagus," I asked the waiter.

I tried my best to make him say no. A pleasant smile appeared on his broad priestly pious face, and he said to me in a sure tone that they had large, good, tender asparagus, which were simply rare treasures.

"I'm not hungry at all," my guest sighed, "but if you insist on treating me, I don't object to some asparagus."

I ordered this dish.

"Don't you eat something?"

"No, I never eat asparagus."

"I know some people don't like asparagus. The truth is, you eat too much meat and hurt your appetite."

We waited for the asparagus to be cooked and delivered. I suddenly became frightened. The problem now is not that I can still have a few dollars left to support my livelihood this month, but whether I have enough money to pay the bill. If I have to borrow from the guests for thirty or fifty yuan, it would be too embarrassing. I can't do that.

I have a clear idea of ​​how much money is around me. If the bill passes this number, I will be determined to do this: I reach out and touch it in my pocket, then scream deliberately, jump up and say that the money was taken away by the thief. Of course, if her money is not enough to pay the bill, it would be embarrassing. In that case, the only way is to leave my watch and say that I will pay it again in the future.

The asparagus was served. It was so big and juicy that it was mouth-watering. While I watched this evil woman stuff the asparagus into her belly, I politely talked about the current situation in the Beijing drama world. She finally finished eating it.

"Drink some coffee!" I said.

"Okay, let's have a ice cream and coffee," she replied.

By this time, I didn't care about anything, so I ordered coffee for myself, ice cream and coffee for her.

"You know, I believe it a little bit," she said while eating ice cream. "When a person stands up after a meal, he should feel that he is not very full."

"Are you still hungry?" I asked weakly.

"Oh, no, I'm not hungry. You know, I don't eat lunch. I have a cup of coffee in the morning and then eat in the evening, but I always only eat one dish for lunch. I just said this for you."

"Oh, I understand!"

Jiang Shuiyuan shook his wrist, which was a little sore and swollen. This was the first time he wrote such a long essay in the exam room. His mind was clear and his thoughts were surging, but his hands were exhausted. The handwriting he wrote was crooked and egrets were so eclipsed into the sky. No wonder everyone said that being a writer is a physical job. It seems that this is true. Just writing eight thousand words a day, the wrist strength of ten thousand words is enough to discourage many people!

"The writing style is good, steady and calm, full of spirituality, accurate and vivid, but not pretentious. When writing novels, it can be said that it is the best use of things! The plot is also very smooth, and there is no contradictory yet, which makes people feel urge to continue reading!" The person speaking was Fang Quan, the editor-in-chief of "Gengyun" magazine. He had been standing behind him for a while. Jiang Shuiyuan had already appeared in his presence, but he was just writing in the mood and was too lazy to take time to pay attention to him.

However, his comments are very incisive. For young writers, writing style and plot are two major obstacles that are stuck on their way to success.

Speak language first.

Most teenagers’ writing styles are simple and tender, just like the first time a country kids enter the city, when the grass has just sprouted in early spring, with a timid smell. At this time, the teacher will induce it carefully: Do more metaphors! Use more parallelism! Quoting more famous quotes! Then the students taught are often full of rigid metaphors, empty parallelism, and famous quotes that celebrities don’t know they have said before. The model of success will write sentences such as “the dark green and undulating quiet mountains, the lonely birds suddenly soaring into the sky in the golden wheat fields, and the flying gray iron station signs” or “I smile quietly, like a red rose quietly blooming among the green branches in May”.

Some people are deeply poisoned by foreign writers such as Raymond Carver and are determined to write novels. Novels are not impossible to write novels. The key is to be like Tao Yuanming, "quality but rich, light and tasteful" and "all the luxury is pure and pure", rather than being thin as bamboo, light as water, like compressed biscuits, only seeking fullness, regardless of taste.

As the editor-in-chief of the magazine, Fang Quan still likes the traditional literature style that reads plainly and tastes calmly. However, the works of young writers he usually comes into contact with are obviously awkward, but they pretend to be mature; they are obviously empty, but they are pretending to behave. The pretentiousness makes him feel uncomfortable!

Let’s talk about the plot.

The life experience of Chinese teenagers is really limited. They are just sports at home and school. In literary works, they go to bars, play music, run away, fall in love and other plots. The materials are from films, TV series or magazines, and then stay at home and make up to the wall. The stories are similar, so you can imagine it. Fang Quan once joked in the editorial department: Among the ten love stories submitted, the normal situation is four car accidents, three terminal illnesses, two jumping off a building, and one missing, and the most time is also a transfer. This shows how hard the lives of middle school students in our country are!

How can an article be attracted to the eye by using fake language to describe false imagination? Many middle school students also like this tone. Since there are writers and markets, Fang Quan often has to surrender and make concessions to these nonsensical articles. When he saw Jiang Shuiyuan's composition, his eyes lit up: This is the work of the young writer I have been looking for!

"Please suppress your impulse and wait until I finish writing before reading?" Jiang Shuiyuan replied impatiently.

"I'm looking forward to your ending now, and I hope you don't let me down."

"If you want to see the end, you'd better stay silent now!" Jiang Shuiyuan watched as the raindrops outside the window gradually became smaller and the sky was brighter. He quickly used his pen and continued to write:

Then, something terrible was born. While we were waiting for coffee, the foreman, with a flattering smile, brought a large basket of peaches full of large red like the face of an innocent girl. Their tone was as magnificent as a Western landscape painting. At that time, the peaches must have not yet arrived at the launch season, and only God knew how much it would cost to buy them. But I soon realized, because my guest was absent-mindedly taking one as he spoke.

"Look, you've stuffed a bunch of meat," she pointed to my poor little lamb chop, "I can't eat anything anymore. And I just came for a snack, and I could taste another peach."

The bill came. After paying the bill, I was not enough to pay a decent tip. Her eyes paused on the two coins I left for the waiter for a while, and I knew she would think I was a miser. But when I walked out of the restaurant, I would face a full month of expenses to pay, but I had no money in my pocket.

"Learn to me," she said as she shook hands, "at most you only have one dish for lunch."

"I'll do better," I replied, "I'll eat nothing tonight."

"Humorist!" she said proudly and jumped into a carriage. "You are a complete humorist!"

Having written this, Jiang Shuiyuan shook his wrist again. He felt that his wrist had swollen, and even doubted whether he could pick up chopsticks during lunch today. So he decided not to do such a thankless stupid thing again in the future. He was just joking about his body and life!

"This is your ending? It's too dull and not outstanding enough!" Fang Quan took the opportunity to comment, "You Chinese teacher should have taught you how to write a good article, right? The simplest requirement is a croaker head, a pig's belly, and a leopard tail. Do you understand the leopard tail? It's like a leopard, it's like a leopard, and it's firm and neat, but it's fascinating. The most typical example is the O'Henry style ending!"

“How long is it until the game ends?”

Jiang Shuiyuan looked around and saw that many people had left in the examination room. The rest were either writing quickly or looking back at their compositions to correct the wrong sentences and typos. Yue Wenjing and the tall and thin boy whom they met yesterday were standing in the corridor at the door of the conference room while chatting and looking into the examination room, as if they were waiting for someone.

Fang Quan looked at his watch: "There are less than five minutes left!"

"That should be enough!" Jiang Shuiyuan picked up his pen and wrote the last few lines:

But I finally took revenge.

I don't think I am a person who loves to take revenge, but when even the gods in the sky were angered and interfered with the matter, I witnessed this ending with satisfaction, and I must have forgiven me. - Now her weight has reached 290 kilograms.

"Beautiful! Perfect O'Henry-style ending!" Fang Quan rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "Although I haven't seen other people's compositions yet, I dare to guarantee that you will definitely be the first prize winner of this composition competition! Also, I will discuss with the president that you will use this article and those short poems as the main theme of the next issue of the magazine, and you will definitely become famous!"

"Oh? Is that right?" Jiang Shuiyuan said nothing, stood up and put the article "Lunch" in his pocket, and then took a one-page single-act drama "Exile" to prepare to hand over the volume.

"Huh? What are you going to do?" Fang Quan hurriedly stopped him.

Jiang Shuiyuan said: "As you can see, of course it's a pass! Isn't the competition about to end?"

"Then why did you put your composition in your pocket?"

"Because the essay I want to hand over is this one in my hand, not the one in my pocket."

"Why not both articles are written?"

"Isn't the competition requirement a choice of one of two questions?"

"That's true, but since you have written both, why don't you hand in them? - And to take a step back, I think the novel you put away is obviously better than the drama you want to hand in. If you only hand in one, you should hand in that novel!"

Jiang Shuiyuan shook his head: "My opinion is exactly the opposite of you. If it is a Chinese test or other composition competition, you will naturally have a greater chance of winning by submitting novels, but now this is a new concept composition competition! What is a "new concept"? In your words, it is a new thinking, a new expression, and a true experience. The so-called "new thinking" is to break the constraints of old concepts and old norms, break the rigidity and conservatism, and advocate unrestrainedness and conservatism; while "new expression" is not restricted by subject matter and genre, opposes the same person as everyone else. Is it right?

"Of the more than 200 people who participated in the re-examination today, it is estimated that most of them wrote novels, and there are absolutely few people in the genre of drama. Maybe I am the only one. Is it considered that it is not restricted by genres and opposes the same side of thousands of people? Even if someone writes drama like me, who would use less than a hundred words to complete it? According to strict drama theory, the structure of a drama must have an beginning, progress, climax, and ending, but I only have two conversations, is it considered to break the old concepts and the constraints of old norms?

"So, this drama is the work that best meets the competition requirements, not that novel!"

"Uh..." Fang Quan realized that the little guy opposite was not only a contestant in the New Concept Composition Competition, but also an excellent debater in the debate on Chinese studies. Arguing with him was undoubtedly a humiliation. He immediately resorted to force and seized the novel from his pocket, and took the drama again: "Don't move, I will do the matter of submitting the papers. Just sit here honestly!"

"Everyone is arguing, why are you doing something to touch me?" Jiang Shuiyuan muttered, "Also, can you leave after you submit the paper? Why do you still have to sit here and stay still?"
Chapter completed!