Chapter 28 beginning

Wang Xiaoyu saw a letter from a stranger in the mailbox, but when he clicked on it, there was no word. There was only a picture attached, and when he clicked on it again, it was a photo.She herself, just now, half an hour ago, was washing her face in the bathroom.In the photo, she is applying facial cleanser to her face.That's right, herself.Wang Xiaoyu screamed, as if the mouse was hot, and threw it out. Don't be surprised, this is the beginning of a novel I made up, a horror novel. I love the beginning of a novel, and only the beginning. In the past, when writing something on the literature section of a certain forum, some writers often wrote a few paragraphs at the beginning and then let it go, and were scolded by the readers.In fact, readers don't understand that writing a novel is like managing a marriage. At first it depends on love, and later it depends on perseverance.Some people can't stand a marriage without love, so they divorce early.

At a certain moment, a person is hit by the desire for expression. The desire for expression is fresh, strong, and rich, like a red-faced apple, sitting there very provocatively, making people unable to help stretching out their hands.But many times, after taking a few bites, I don't want to eat it, and I find that I am not hungry, or the apple is not delicious at all.In fact, most novels are lackluster except for the beginning. After the fresh, strong, and rich feelings are consumed, the rest is just obsessive-compulsive disorder. For a long time - living alone in a foreign town, I invented some ways to entertain myself, such as making up stories for myself.When I was walking on the road and waiting for a red light, I looked at the person opposite, and I thought, what he looks like now can be used as the beginning of a novel.Or looking at an old lady picking fruit in the supermarket, I thought again, she could be the beginning of a novel now.Then gradually, people walking up and down the street and sitting in the house are all the beginning of the novel.Everyone turned into a ball of paper, picked up, unfolded, the words protruded, and read out by a low voice.Gradually, those strangers, tall, short, fat, thin, old, and small, all became more and more colorful, they were nothing, yet they looked like that.

"Wang Xiaoyu was very angry because her mother told Aunt Liu that Li Sisi was not beautiful. Mom told Aunt Liu that Li Sisi was not beautiful but Wang Xiaoyu still flattered others. Mom told Aunt Liu that Li Sisi was not beautiful but Wang Xiaoyu was still flattering others. Laughing. Wang Xiaoyu, 4 years old, felt that she couldn't take it anymore, so she shouted: Li Sisi is the most beautiful!" This is the beginning of a children's story.Here's the beginning of a porno: After finishing it, Wang Xiaoyu regretted it. She stared at the yellowed ceiling and thought, why bother me? If I slept with someone at the age of 15, or if I haven’t slept with someone at the age of 65, then I would be a hero. But on my mother's 28th birthday, I hurriedly found someone to solve it. What's the matter?Isn't it just the pressure of public opinion, isn't it just a society, how cheap, damn it.

Of course, this can also be used as the beginning of a story: Wang Xiaoyu loves to make up the beginning of stories.Her computer is full of the beginning of the story.She didn't push herself to finish them. In fact, she didn't even think about finishing them.These beginnings, like countless bitten apples, rolled around in her mind, rolled into corners, and slowly rotted.Ge Ming said, why are you doing this? You only lay eggs but don’t hatch chicks.Wang Xiaoyu said why do you want to hatch chickens? Do you know that the secret of beauty is quick decay.