1280: C1280 Our Brother Song

C1280 Our Brother Song

Ever since Li Qingdi had his meal in the Hundred Phoenix Pavilion, he couldn't help but think of ways to hold himself back.

The novels that he had written looked like they were going to be popular.

He had become a god early in the morning.

After becoming a god, li QingTi had drifted away.

In the past, li QingTi's novels were not that popular, and he did not earn that much money. He could only afford two rooms and one living room.

After paying the mortgage, eating, and paying the property water and electricity bills every month, li QingTi didn't have much money left.

If he didn't continue writing novels, he would probably starve to death.

At that time, li QingTi did not need an editor to rush him. He would take the initiative to look for an editor.

"Little Ding, little Ding, I wrote the beginning of another novel. Do you want to take a look?"

When the book was about to be finished, li QingTi was in a hurry to open the next one and save the draft with all his might.

After opening the book, the word Duan had never had anything to do with Li QingTi.

Without a hundred thousand drafts, li QingTi would definitely be so anxious that he wouldn't be able to sleep.

After the big fire, li Qingdi didn't lack money anymore.

After finishing the novel in his hands, editor Ding asked very naturally, "What will be written in the next one?"

Li QingTi didn't reply to Ding's message.

Editor Ding directly called him: "When will you give me the next book?"

"Ah? I'm not writing anymore." Li Qingdi said: "I plan to rest for a period of time. When I'm empty, I'll charge myself"

There was nothing wrong with that. Little Ding and Li Qingdi had worked together for so many years and felt that he was really tired, so he should take a break and rest.

"Okay, then you should relax and relax."

A week passed, another week passed, and a month passed.

There was still no news from Li QingTi's side. Little Ding could not bear it any longer and called to ask, "Is the beginning of the new book ready?"

"There's no hurry. I'm still charging. In a few days, I'll definitely write it."

After a few more days, little Ding realized that she couldn't make the call, let alone WeChat and QQ.

Li QingTi had lost contact.

Little Ding quietly blocked Li QingTi's door in the middle of a sunny afternoon.

Sure enough, it was 12: 10 p.M. When Li QingTi walked back from outside in a daze. He even carried three apples and two pears in his hands.

This was Li QingTi's unchanging habit. Every day after lunch, he would throw the trash away and then take a walk in the neighborhood. He would also buy some snacks to eat in the afternoon or at night.

"Big Boss, how much have you written?" Little Ding suddenly came out and instantly scared Li QingTi awake. Originally, as long as he opened the door, he would be able to lie down and take an afternoon nap.

When the editor appeared, the sleepy worm was scared away.

"Ah, that, I already have a clue. I will write it soon."

The relationship between the author and the editor was that students and teachers would be nervous as long as they saw it.

On the surface, little Ding appeared sincere, but on the inside, she was dismissive. 'I'll still believe you, you bastard author! '

"When will it be?"

Author, the author of a novel, what are they best at?

Of course, it's a word game.

They are very good at fooling editors, and what are editors good at?

He had long understood the author's personality. Usually, he could protect their self-esteem, but when the time came, he would not budge an inch.

"It's already Thursday today. Why don't we do it next week?" Seeing Little Ding sneer, li QingTi immediately changed his tone. "Of course not. I'll definitely write it for you on the weekend? "

Little Ding still sneered. Li QingTi had not written anything for forty-three days.

"Tomorrow, I'll sleep early tonight and write it tomorrow. I'll send it to you before six o'clock."

"Send me what? Is it the creative direction of the text, or is it the first 10,000 words?"

It was really hard to fool him.

"The creative direction of the writing. I've been working really hard recently. Brother Song isn't here. I'm already starving and skinny, and I'm not in good spirits either. If I can't eat Brother Song's food, I won't have any inspiration."

Clang!

Yang Soong, who was far away in the northeast, was even thrown out of the pot.

"If Brother Song hears you say that, I wonder if he will blacklist you?" This was a threat.

How could the editor's contract not be a threat?

"Don't lie to me. Brother Song isn't in Luocheng. Isn't the ending pretty good?"

The ending of Li QingTi's release of the book triggered a discussion among the readers.

The popularity of the book had been hanging in the readers' circle for a month.

This kind of situation could be said to be rare.

Generally speaking, once the novel ended, the popularity would drop. However, li Qingdi's words were still on the bestseller and good impression boards.

Under such circumstances, how suitable would it be to open another book?

Li Qingdi just didn't want to do it.

Little Ding: "Open the door. I'll look after you. Today, you have to decide on the creative questions and the ten thousand words outline for the opening. Write ten thousand words tomorrow, and then you can plan the outline for the weekend. Write another ten thousand words. Starting next Monday, you will start saving the drafts. It just happens to be next month's drafts."

Everything was arranged just in time.

Li QingTi yawned. "I don't want to write it. I can't. I want to sleep."

The lack of money was the driving force behind his honest writing.

There was no need for money. Yang Soong was not around. Li QingTi had no place to spend money.

He was not poor anymore, so he was lazy to not write his book.

Little Ding chuckled. "It's not like Brother Song will not come back when he goes out to cultivate. Do you think Brother Song will cook more dishes when he comes back? I reckon the menu of Hundred Phoenix Pavilion can be printed into books. How's the taste? "2

"Of course it's more delicious. Brother Song has high expectations for himself. He went to cultivate his culinary skills. Although we gluttons are lonely and lonely, we still support him. Brother Song's culinary skills will definitely be better than now when he comes back. No one will doubt that."

Yang Soong said, he's right. I don't doubt it myself.

Little Ding smiled coldly. "Brother Song is so good at cooking. He has to work so hard to cultivate his culinary skills outside. What about you? "

Li Qingdi:... ""

Why did the topic change to him?

He felt a little afraid.

Little Ding continued, "Who do you think is more powerful in the field of novels and Brother Song's strength in the cooking industry?"

"Of course it's Brother Song. I just started." Although Li QingTi was floating, he still knew what he was capable of.

There were a lot of great authors in the novel world.

"Brother Song is so outstanding that he is working hard. What about you? What qualifications do you have to remain silent for 43 days? Who gave you courage and confidence? "

" If you don't practice music for a day, you'll be rusty. You haven't written music for forty-three days. I almost suspect that you don't know how to write novels! "

"How is that possible?"

" Hehe, brother Song, could it be that you don't practice cooking for forty-three days? "

Li Qingdi was at a loss for words.

Yang Soong would never stop cultivating his culinary skills.

"You are using Brother Song as an example, and you are making a fool of yourself just like that?"

"I remember Brother Song saying that he is waiting to read your masterpiece. Don't you want to give the best book to Brother Song?"

Li QingTi thought. He had always wanted to give the best book to Yang Soong.

Unfortunately, he had not written it yet.

In the past forty days, it wasn't that Li QingTi didn't want to write a book, it was just that his procrastination syndrome had worsened.

He had delayed it for tomorrow, and there was still tomorrow. He had dragged the editor here.

"I'll write it now!"

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