"Gone?"
Fang Tao held a copy of "Science Fiction World" and was reading it with great interest, but the story suddenly stopped halfway through. He reluctantly flipped through the magazine, trying to find the follow-up content of the novel.
Zhu Fu, who was also holding a copy of "Science Fiction World" next to him, saw Fang Tao's reaction and asked curiously: "What's missing?"
"It's a novel. I lost it after reading half of it."
Zhu Fu stretched out his head and looked at it first: "The Second World...is this the article written by Yu Dong?"
"Yes, it disappeared suddenly."
"Really?" Zhu Fu looked at it carefully first, then suddenly laughed and said: "Isn't it written with a long serial on it? There is also a (1) below. I guess the following one will be in the next issue."
Fang Tao took a look and realized it was true.
It's just that he was in a hurry to read the novel and didn't read it carefully, so he didn't notice it. Now it seems that it is really a long serial novel.
Scratching his head, Fang Tao sighed, "A long story is good, but it would make me anxious, and I don't know how long it will be."
Zhu Fu first turned the "Science Fiction World" in his hand to the page of "The Second World" and asked Fang Tao weakly, "Brother Tao, is this novel good?"
"It's beautiful. It's very beautiful. It's just that it's very attractive. And the broken parts are just right, making it hard for people to get up and down."
Hearing what Fang Tao said, Zhu Fuxian felt conflicted in his heart.
Look, he was afraid that like Fang Tao, he would read half of it and not be able to read the rest of it, and he would be too anxious to bear it.
Don't read it. Fang Tao obviously meant that this novel was really good, and he couldn't help but wonder how good it was.
And this time he finally made up his mind and bought a copy. If he didn't read it, he would feel a little bit at a loss.
Fang Tao complained a few words to himself. Seeing Zhu Fuxian's troubled expression, he probably guessed what he was thinking, so he smiled and said: "You'd better take a look, it's really beautiful, especially the descriptions about the future.
, such as that...forget it, I won’t tell you anymore, for fear of affecting your reading experience. Wow, it’s so interesting to write.”
Zhu Fuxian was still confused at first, but now after hearing what Fang Tao said, he made up his mind and started reading.
Seeing Zhu Fu entering the pit first, Fang Tao smiled secretly. He couldn't be alone in this pit.
He has already thought about it, not only to drag Zhu Fu into the trap first, but also to let more students see this novel, so that they can also taste the pain of waiting for serialization.
…
The next morning, in Yu Dong’s dormitory.
Ruan Xiaohu kept rubbing his thighs with his hands and never moved his eyes away from Yu Dong. He kept observing Yu Dong's expression, trying to figure out Yu Dong's evaluation of what he had written.
But Yu Dong's expression remained unchanged and nothing could be seen.
The more this happened, the more nervous he became.
He had already finished reading "A Tale of Two Cities" that he borrowed from Yu Dong last time, but in order to write his thoughts after reading it, he read it twice more, for fear that he would not fully understand the book.
Later, I wrote my thoughts after reading it for several days. I wrote, revised, and rewritten, going back and forth countless times. Today I finally mustered up the courage to come find Yu Dong.
Yu Dong, who was reading the review, was also a little surprised. He didn't expect Ruan Xiaohu to write in such detail, covering several pages.
In this post-reading review, Ruan Xiaohu carefully analyzed the character relationships and story development in A Tale of Two Cities, and even touched on many expressions and rhetorical techniques.
Yu Dong was positive about Ruan Xiaohu's attitude, but felt that his understanding of his words was somewhat biased.
"Ahem." Yu Dong put down his thoughts after reading, picked up the cup and took a sip of water.
Ruan Xiaohu saw that Yu Dong had finished reading and said anxiously: "Teacher Yu, am I not good at writing? My handwriting is not good-looking either."
Yu Dong was amused by his appearance, "As for writing, the most important thing is to make people understand it, as long as it is written neatly and without any mistakes. Wanting to write beautifully is an additional pursuit and should not be a judgment.
Content Standards.”
Then he talked about the content, "You wrote this post-reading review very seriously. It can be seen that you read it carefully and wrote it carefully. However, you may have misunderstood me. I am not giving you Chinese assignments.
Assignment, let you analyze the work. What I want you to write is your own feelings after reading this work. These feelings belong to you and are the voice of your heart. Is it possible that when you are reading, what is in your mind?
Are you thinking about all kinds of expression techniques and rhetorical techniques?"
Ruan Xiaohu nodded thoughtfully, "Teacher Yu, I understand what you mean. I am superficial."
"No." Yu Dong laughed, "This has nothing to do with superficiality. Let's do this for today, and then you can see what books you want to borrow."
Ruan Xiaohu nodded and searched in the cabinet. After a while, he pointed at the "Supper Flower Collection" and said, "I want to borrow this, is it okay?"
Yu Dong asked him curiously, "Why do you like this?"
"I think this name is quite life-like and should be quite interesting." Ruan Xiaohu scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.
Yu Dongrao said with interest: "Do you know about dinner flowers?"
"Flowers for dinner?" Ruan Xiaohu asked doubtfully, "I thought it was a collection of flowers for dinner."
"Haha..." Yu Dong laughed happily. After laughing, he explained to Ruan Xiaohu: "It turns out that there is a kind of flower that often blooms at dinner, so people like to call it the dinner flower."
He took out the "Supper Flower Collection" from the cabinet again, pointed to the pattern on it and said, "Hey, this is the flower."
"Isn't this a mine flower?" Ruan Xiaohu shouted.
"Landmine flower?" Yu Dong looked at the flower's appearance carefully, and then agreed with it: "It really looks like a landmine. Take this book back and read it. Mr. Wang is a very interesting person. I believe you can learn from him.
I can feel this in my works.”
Ruan Xiaohu took the book and asked, "Are you going to write your thoughts after reading this time?"
"Write, of course I have to write." Yu Dong nodded, and then took out two more copies of "Science Fiction World", "Last time I said I would send you a sample issue, but the magazine only sent me one issue, and there was only one copy.
, I’ll give you the two books I have.”
Ruan Xiaohu took three books and thanked Yu Dong for a long time before leaving.
Yu Dong thought of the "Supper Flower Collection" he had borrowed, and then thought of the author Wang Zengqi himself.
As he told Ruan Xiaohu, Wang Zengqi is a very interesting person. He can't help but laugh out loud every time he thinks of the line "Do you fucking care" in "Human Grass"?
Mr. Wang is still alive. If you have the chance, you must go and meet him.
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Thanks to Mr. Hezkekiah for the 100 reward
Thanks to Mr. Shura who is afraid of the dark for the 100 reward
Thanks to Yuan Zhikong Weixiao for the 200 reward
Chapter completed!