Chapter 6 essay

If someone asked: "What are you, what assignments did you promise to hand over to Lecturer Wu?" She opened her mouth wide in surprise, for fear of hearing it wrong. Tingting smiled slightly, and said again, "A novel." Ruoren stayed for a long while and said, "You're bored. It's a great vacation. What's wrong with writing a novel? The composition in middle school is only 800 words, and I already feel a headache. I heard people say that a novel, There are tens of thousands of words, or hundreds of thousands of words, no matter how you write it, you will copy it to death."

"Write a short story first, or three thousand words, or five thousand words." Ruoren suddenly wanted to understand, "I know, you want to please him." Tingting asked back: "Who is he?" "Someone Wu." Tingting got angry, "People say, what kind of person and what kind of things do you do? You are a girl and a college student, and your thoughts are already so obscene. I will save you a few years of study, and you are a man. to what extent." Ruoren was a little embarrassed and kept making faces. "After writing it and handing it in, it can be counted as a score."

Ruoren shook his head, "I won't do it." "What are you doing? The reason why you study chemical engineering." If someone sticks out their tongue, "It's much simpler. It's all equations. Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao, black is black, white is white. You don't need to twist your stomach, and you can graduate with a brilliant literary mind." .” Tingting waved her hands wildly, "Tell me to study your subject, and I promise to eat zero eggs." "We each get what we deserve." The two girls laughed. Tingting cuts up the cake she just bought and cooks again.

Ruoren said that she could not resist all chocolate products, and worried that this weakness would cause her to become a fat woman in the future, so she mourned her fate while eating. Tingting already felt the pressure. How should I start this exercise? Of course, the first thing is to buy a stack of manuscript paper and a few suitable pens. Second: Sit down and write. The first two things were relatively easy to do. The two of them spent twenty minutes in the bookstore and they were done. The second thing is more difficult. If someone asks: "You must first make an outline."

Tingting nodded. "Where are the characters?" Tingting nodded again. "Did Mr. Wu give you some instructions?" "No." "Hey, how do I start writing?" "He said, just write down what you want to say in your heart." "Isn't that a diary?" Tingting smiled, "I also think he is very vague, so I bought a lot of writing guides and read them, who knows what is more confused." "I'm so glad I chose chemical engineering." Ruoren stuck out his tongue. "Let's make an outline first. Ruoren, please provide your valuable advice."

"Me?" Ruoren was flattered. "Yes, what kind of stories do you like?" "I usually read romance novels." "anything else?" "Short pieces are also good," Ruoren said as a reader, "but I like to choose some novel themes to read, those that follow what others say, and I can't stand it after reading three lines." Tingting: "How picky." "You don't plan to publish your work. You are just a reader of Mr. Wu. What's the trouble?" Ruoren laughed. Can you write a short story that happened during this summer vacation?It seems too humble, but it's just a trivial matter around you.

But Mr. Wu did say that if you want to write something, just sit down and write it. Apart from war and peace, readers are also willing to read other texts. He has always had a good eye but a low hand, and at most he can become a sour critic, talking about other people's works, but he has no works himself. This is the most embarrassing ending for a literati who can play but not sing. Tingting spread out the paper. If a person puts on a coat. "Where are you going?" "Creation is a very personal matter, I will let you meditate alone." "That's so lonely." Tingting said in surprise.

"Yes," Ruoren said with a sad expression, "Have you never thought of it? Writing is the loneliest job." Tingting Salai, "Then I will create together with you." "How do collectives create?" Ruoren laughed, "Even chemical engineering students know that it won't work: all the time is spent debating, and the work is neither a horse nor a donkey." Tingting was in a daze. "Write well." "Where did you go to play?" "Watch a movie, and I'll come back to you after the show." Tingting lost interest, "Forget it, see you tomorrow."

"Read the first chapter of your novel tomorrow." "I'm not a printing press, how can I write a chapter a day." Ruoren shrugged, opened the door and left. The novel has not been successfully written yet, but Tingting already has the temper of a novelist. Leaving Tingting's house, Ruoren played until late at night.After swimming in the swimming pool, I immediately go home to change clothes, rush out to have a big French meal with my friends, watch a movie again, and go to the cafe again. When I got home, I brushed off the skirt that was spread out on the bed at noon, and fell asleep.

If people have her philosophy, they will graduate in three years, how many summer vacations are left?If you don't play for nothing, stepping out of school will be a struggle period of at least ten or eight years, and you will have enough ups and downs by then. As soon as he fell asleep, the bedside phone rang. After a long time, Ruo talent struggled to get the microphone. At the other end, Tingting was not sleepy at all, and said excitedly: "The outline and character list have come out." Ruoren, hey, he hasn't woken up yet. "Hey, are you asleep already?" "Yawn."

"What a disappointment. I'll come to you tomorrow morning." "Ah." Tingting dropped the phone, look, it's her good friend, a classmate from elementary school, college, and confidant sister, and now she is not interested in listening to the outline of the story. Early the next morning, Tingting took her notebook to find Ruoren, and lifted her up from the bed. "Oh," Ruoren looked at the alarm clock, "it's only half past eight, you're crazy, maybe you haven't slept all night." "I guessed it right for you." Tingting pressed the notebook to her chest and said happily with a smile. Ruo Renqi said: "You look like you are in love." "The tone is really loud. Have you ever been in love? Do you know what it's like to be in love?" "Really," Ruo Ren got up to rinse his mouth, "I'm so ashamed, who has never even been in love, how qualified is he to write a novel." "It can be imagined, they all said, imagination is much better than reality." Ruoren sat in front of Tingting, "Tell me about your fantasy." "Okay, listen carefully." "Say it." "A girl, during a certain summer vacation, met her cousin who came back from a foreign country──" "My God, it's a cliché, I don't know how many people have written it, and now the popular novels in magazines don't use this kind of subject matter." "Don't pour cold water on it, okay?" "You should write about life-related subjects." "like what?" "It's like taking a trip to Eastern Europe. With the Soviet Union's nuclear accident as the background, write about the mentality of the Polish people today." "Fuck you, what does this have to do with us." "You have to care about the world, and a novelist has to have a broad vision." Tingting resisted vigorously, "The things at my feet are still unclear, and she is still challenging the world." If someone asked her: "Are you really going to write about such petty subjects?" "I like." "Let's write it." Ruoren said it's none of his business. Tingting almost hated her, "One day I will become famous, and I want you to look good." Ruo Ren asked with a smile, "The heroine is beautiful, right?" "In short, it looks no worse than you and me." "This is the formula, the female character is beautiful, and the male character is chic." "What do you want me to write about, a bunch of beggars?" "There are a large group of beggars in Dickens's 'Orphan in the Sea of ​​Bitterness'. I don't know how beautiful it is." "Ruoren, if you play against the tune again, I won't beat you up. Everyone has different talents, so let me write about the subjects I want, okay?" "Okay, okay, describe your hero to me." "He's very knowledgeable, good looking, good taste—" "Yes, he looks like Johnson, has a doctorate degree, and wears a Constanton thin platinum watch on his wrist, hahahaha." Tingting picked up the pillow and threw it over. "Help, help." Ruoren jumped up and ran for his life. Tingting laughed out loud. After a long while, Ruoren sat down and sighed, "I don't know how much time is left of such a good time." "There are still many," Tingting comforted her, "Friendship is forever!" "No, I mean this kind of state of mind, carefree, only caring about eating, drinking and having fun." Tingting said: "Speaking of eating, quickly bring out fruits to entertain me." "Honestly, I don't want to grow up." "I know, you want to spend the summer vacation forever." "Well said." "Yes, yes," Tingting called out, "this novel is called 'Summer Vacation Is Over', which symbolizes that the protagonist finally has to face adult responsibilities." "Yeah, kinda socially conscious." Slim and white as a human eye. In the afternoon of that day, she sat in the study, spread out the paper, and started to write. The radio is on, the music is melodious, and there is a big pot of iced tea on the side. Every three lines, standing up, pacing, the taste is endless, no matter whether the writing is good or not, the fun alone is already priceless , regard it as a lifelong hobby, it can be both leisure and entertaining. Tingting wrote that the heroine went home and went into the room to change clothes, and asked the maid in one voice: "Where are the two new pairs of shoes, where did they go?" It was not the old servant at home who answered her, but the young man's deep and charming voice: "You are Caroline, right?" It turned out that he was her cousin who came back from a foreign country and stayed at his house. They hadn't seen each other since they were ten years old. When they were young, he always played tricks on her. Tingting pondered: "Caroline, this name is too westernized. If you want to change it, you can't call it Xiaobao Xiaofeng. You have to think hard and think hard." It happened that there were a lot of roses in the living room. Ruoren said casually, "Let's call it Rose." Tingting wrinkled her nose, "Not vulgar." "I like it, I'm a reader or not." "Okay, thank you for your opinion." Tingting buried her head in writing again, and raised her head again after a while, "What about cousin, what's your name?" "Azun Aji." "Not really, I'm not writing about Suzie Wong." "Leave it blank, and fill it in when you think of it." Ruoren said, "Again, is the name so important?" "Of course," Tingting put down her pen, "Chinese characters are pictorial, and a name can describe a person's appearance, character, and origin." "Wow, so powerful." Tingting lowered her head to write again, until the evening, she touched her sore neck and finished the first chapter. "Only three pieces of paper?" Ruoren asked. "It's not hard to see people carrying burdens." "Take a look." Tingting handed it to her. If you read it in ten minutes. "How about it?" "Like a girl's diary." "Is this a compliment or a derogation?" "You are indeed a girl, and you should have this style." "anything else?" "The story has just begun, and the plot is still unclear." "You almost yawned." Ruo Ren laughed, "You literati like this. For mediocre works, you think you have the golden rule, and you wish that readers would burn incense and bathe and kneel down to read." Tingting raised her head, "I haven't thought about it that way. If I take writing as a career, the main purpose is to relieve boredom for readers." "entertainment?" "yes." "People will say you have no ambitions." "Entertainment is serious business, and everyone needs entertainment." "The old pedant doesn't think so." "I don't know old scholars." Tingting smiled, "Never mind them." Ruoren nodded. Writing more than a thousand words a day is considered a good achievement, so the two girls put aside their serious business and went to visit the company. Walking to the toy department, I heard a girl calling: "Jia Ming, Jia Ming." Tingting immediately turned her head away, the person being called was a little boy, only three or four years old, very cute, with a round head and round legs, running away. Tingting asked: "Jiaming, Jiaming, or Jiaming?" After being an old friend for so many years, Ruoren immediately knew what she was thinking, and replied, "Jia Ming is the best, the most low-key, and the most ordinary, so he also appears to be the most special." "Then call Jiaming." Ruoren was surprised: "You really remember every step." "Hey, I don't know where I am, thinking about the plot for 24 hours." If people laugh. Tingting is too nervous, but her attitude should be serious. On the surface, this is just a summer assignment, but if one has a sixth sense, Ting Ting may be engaged in writing. There will be a third and a fourth to follow in the future. Mr. Wu may be able to proudly say to others in the future that he has created a writer. If people dare not underestimate Tingting, she is really devoted. It can be seen whether a person can accomplish something or not, and it can also be seen whether a person has the determination, perseverance and sincerity to do something. Ruoren thinks that Tingting will succeed this time. Tingting writes every day, the number of words is variable, but she has a workload every day, and she doesn't change much, "If you want to change, it's better to write an article from the beginning", she can't write many words, so she asks everywhere for advice. Worse than Snoopy. The beagle in the Peanuts cartoon learns to write novels, sits in front of the typewriter, writes ten words, and says: "Now I know how Leo is feeling, Leo Tolstoy, of course." Immediately start self-aggrandizement. The beginning of his novel is like this: "It was a dark and windy night, a flash of lightning, a girl screamed, and a door slammed shut..." Sounds pretty stressful. As a result, the manuscript was rejected by the editor, and he froze due to the stimulation, and couldn't move his eyes wide open for several days. If someone flipped out the manga and handed it to Tingting to enjoy, Tingting laughed so hard that she burst into tears with sympathy. Rejection. Where should I submit my manuscript before rejecting it? After working hard for half a month, I finally got it done. Immediately, while it was fresh and hot, I went to a small bookstore to make a few photocopies. The first reader is Ruoren. "It's full of flavor," she said with a smile. Tingting asked nervously, "What's the smell?" "Fashion, you seem to be obsessed with reading someone's works, and the lines are full of that tone, fortunately, the brushstrokes are a little fresher than his." Tingting raised an eyebrow, "I didn't plagiarize." "It was poisoned secretly." Ruo Ren laughed. "I really need to pay attention." Tingting was annoyed. "Novices can't help but learn from their predecessors, and they will establish their own style in the future." "You like me?" "But keep writing." "Strange, you seem to know a lot." "Hey, there is always a column in the newspaper that teaches people to write, haven't you seen it?" "Is this novel okay?" "You show it to Mr. Wu, how do I know?" "What if he said he was bored?" "You could say he was jealous of your talent." "Wang Ruoren!" Tingting thought about it for a long time and dared not show the work to Mr. Wu. Maybe, in the future, when I write more proficiently... It was written with such painstaking efforts and care, if Mr. Wu didn't like it, everything would be over. Tingting stroked the stack of manuscripts lightly, reluctant to hand it over. She went to Mr. Wu's house. On the phone, she said she wanted to discuss with him. Sitting in his quiet study room, holding tea in his hand, but unable to speak. Mr. Wu is Tingting's lecturer, but in his early thirties and wearing faded jeans. At that moment he asked Tingting: "Have you started writing yet?" Tingting dared not tell the truth, for fear that he would ask her for the original manuscript. "Having been dodging all this time?" Mr. Wu asked. Tingting said: "So what, can I publish it?" "Let's finish writing first." Mr. Wu smiled. Tingting was silent. "Aren't you going to let me see?" "I'll show you when I'm done." Mr. Wu teased her, "You seem to be hiding something from me." "No." Tingting said, "By the way, is writing a good job for a living?" "Every profession has its ups and downs. Some people have high achievements, and some people have mediocre lives, so we can't generalize. Sometimes you have to be a little doubtful about your own talent. For example, like me, it's better to teach." What Mr. Wu said for humor. Tingting smiled. "What, you want to get into writing?" "I like to write." "Don't rush to make a decision, write more during the holiday." Tingting sat down for a while, then said goodbye. Going home and facing my own work, infinitely clinging. She opened her favorite magazine on weekdays, copied down the address, added a short letter, and sent the novel by registered mail. Uneasy in my heart, I couldn't help telling Ruoren. Ruoren groaned. "I did wrong?" "You should ask Mr. Wu to take it to the magazine office for you." "No, I don't want to rely on personnel." "At least give Mr. Wu a comment." "No, he's biased, it's his student's work, he can't help but agree." "But I'm afraid you will be disappointed. There are so many contributors." Ting Ting was silent. "When will you write the second one?" The summer vacation is almost over, Tingting accepts Ruoren's invitation to live in her suburban villa for a while, soaking in the swimming pool every day, within a week, she turns golden brown. There are still a few boys in the villa, and they are Ruoren's distant cousins. The themes of Tong Tingting's novels are definitely similar. After the summer vacation is over, they are scattered. Maybe they will never have the chance to meet again in the rest of their lives. Although it was a speculative rush to exchange phone addresses, everyone knew that no one would be someone's loyal pen pal. So when we are together, we play very well. One of the boys asked, "Tingting, are you coming to New York?" Ting Ting is not as stubborn as the heroine in the exercise, she replied: "It's better for you to come to our side." The boy suddenly gave up playing the big lover. Reality is reality and stories are stories. The next time she writes, Tingting decides to write more modern and realistic. Girls can't be infatuated, melancholy, and disappointed forever. Just write the story of a boy waiting for a letter from his girlfriend in the snowy New York City after the summer vacation. And that girl, though she missed him very much, had already agreed to someone else's date. Tingting had an impulse to start writing immediately and write down the two parts, regardless of whether it will be published or not, whether it will become famous or not. She started writing the day after tomorrow, and she decided to go home the day after tomorrow after soaking in the pool. She told Ruoren: "Perhaps when I am a hundred years old and my descendants sort out my grandmother's belongings, I will find a large stack of unpublished manuscripts." Ruoren gave her a blank look. Tingting says goodbye to her new friend Yiyi. "Travel through New York, remember to come and see me." The plot of the novel immediately appeared in Tingting's mind: (1) She did pass through New York, but she could only stop for two days, so she decided not to disturb him. (2) She has arrived in New York, but there is someone around her, and it is inconvenient to contact him. (3) She could not remember such a person in New York at all. Tingting is excited, there are so many possibilities, it can even be written as (four) the two met, but that feeling is no longer there. (5) He has another girlfriend, a lovely girl with red hair and blue eyes. It's so wonderful, you can arrange it however you like. Tingting goes home and writes immediately. Perhaps this article can be shown to Mr. Wu. There are still two days before school starts, so hurry up, otherwise you won’t be able to write all day long, and it’s the most helpless thing for your writing to be interrupted. Three days before school started, she received a call from Mr. Wu. He said happily, "Congratulations." Tingting didn't know what she did right. "Your novel will come out in September." There was a buzzing sound in Tingting's ears, no matter how Mr. Wu had first-hand information, her first thought was that the work would be published in black typeface, and that was the first work, Tingting was so excited that she froze, speechless . "The editor saw that you belonged to the same subject at the school, and happened to know me, and messaged me, hello, hello?" Tingting was like waking up from a big dream, "Yes, yes, Mr. Wu." "The editor told you to keep working hard, but Tingting, such a smooth start is rare, so don't be complacent." "I can save it." Mr. Wu smiled, "There is still a long way to go before becoming a professional author." He paused, "The magazine will notify you in writing." Tingting jumps on the bed and jumps for joy, at the same time, when there is no one at home, she screams loudly, venting her joy to the fullest. She didn't intend to tell Ruoren the news so quickly, and when it was published, she put the book in front of her to surprise her. Tingting let out a long breath, does every great writer start with a summer assignment? She ran to the mirror and asked, "Will I write a hundred books, will I?"