July, midsummer, Pengcheng.

The sun was fierce at noon, like a stove scorching the earth.

Even the wind blowing in outside the window was filled with a heat, causing a wave of heat.

"Didi."

I moved my mouse and clicked on the QQ message sent by Time Edit.

He is the gentlest, down-to-earth editor I have ever met, and is also the best at taking care of the author.

Every time he calls me, I am very moved, "Brother, it will be released on Monday of the 18th at 12 noon, save the manuscript."

I felt cold in my heart. I knew I was missing Sanjiang and Qiangpu, and the promotion ended here, and I was not very depressed.

For me, it is a very lucky thing to be able to write this book and get to this point.

So I comforted myself for a while, and I sat at the computer desk by the window, opened the music software, and clicked on my favorite song.

"Rice Fragrance".

"If you have too many complaints about this world, you don't dare to continue moving forward after falling down / Why do people be so fragile and depraved..."

While listening to the familiar melody, I skillfully opened the author's backstage and saw that the collection number showed 11130, I felt a little excited and nervous.

At this moment, my thoughts fluctuated and I thought a lot.

The last time I wrote fantasy at Qidian was in 19 years ago, and I wrote it in another number. It collected more than 1,000 yuan and was put on the shelves. In the end, all orders were in the early 100 yuan, and it ended in a sloppy manner.

The last time I wrote about fantasy was seven years ago. I used this number in Chuangshi, and both set double digits and insisted on writing until 1.55 million words.

The last time was the starting point. I wrote it with another number eight years ago, and I ordered double digits and insisted on writing until 1 million words.

Looking back on the experiences along the way, I have been exploring myself for ten years of ups and downs, and I have too many sadness and helplessness, only I can understand.

Now, the first time at Qidian, there were so many books in my collection before I put them on the shelves, how dare I not write them down properly?

So I put my hands on the keyboard and started typing.

[Remarks on the shelves: There will be times when the wind and waves are long, and the sails of clouds cross the sea!]

I nodded with satisfaction.

I think this title is really suitable for my experience of writing books that have been defeated repeatedly and repeatedly.

So my inspiration was like a diaper, and I continued to tap.

[I have been writing a book for ten years and have once again faced being put on the shelves. To be honest, this book is the most difficult and painful one that Xiaohuo has written.

In this book, Xiaohuo overturned his previous writing habits.

We also abandon the cool writing and the writing of water, and follow the one purpose and two principles.

The purpose is to tell good stories.

The principle is to portray the characters and animals' personalities and maintain the smoothness of the plot.

This leads to the pain of Xiaohuo when he writes it. How painful is it?…]

Just when I was scribing happily.

Suddenly, a long head came over and appeared in front of me.

I was so scared that my eyes widened and almost jumped out of the chair, "Why did you run out?"

The red-crowned crane put his head over, looked at the computer screen, then turned to look at me, a look of contempt appeared in his eyes, and opened his mouth and said, "Do you have such a light weight because you are shameless?"

I was furious and slapped the table, "What are the words? These are my true feelings, okay!"

The red-crowned crane smiled contemptuously, "Haha, you're anxious."

I had long seen this red-crowned crane disliked and was about to fight back.

The little rabbit walked in with sunglasses, jumped to the table, and held my hand with his soles and said.

"No! You can't sell miserables or vomit too much bitterness, otherwise readers will not be patient to read it. Listen to me, be simple and crude! Write it directly, lend me 100,000 yuan today, and sweep the Internet literary emperor tomorrow!!"

What?

Even good...

My eyes widened.

Why did they all come out of the book?

I quickly turned around and looked.

really!

Meng Genggu, Xiaoqing, Xiaobai, Ali, Xiaoshui and other big monsters all appeared in the living room.

They all looked over with a smile on their faces and then began to work on their own things.

The little squirrel held a stack of nuts and jumped onto the table, arched the rabbit with his body, then moved the keyboard to me, and signaled me to continue writing.

I swallowed, took a few deep breaths, and then calmed down the shock in my heart and continued to write my remarks.

[Well, let's put it this way, the number of words in this book is 130,000, and the detailed outline is 23,000 words alone, not including the detailed outline of the subsequent plot.

It can be said that before writing each chapter, Xiaohuo will write a detailed outline of about 500 words first.

I will also first conceive a few scenes in my mind, and then describe them in words, so as to make the sense of substitution stronger.

There are also various interactive scenes of the animals and battle scenes, and Xiaohuo is described in an animation.

Strive to write more interesting and exciting, so that everyone can experience the joy of immersive reading.

At present, Xiaohuo has done it quite well, at least he has written out all the pictures in his mind.

So this book takes a lot of time to conceive the plot, and it is also deleted and modified when written. The process is very painful and painful.

Of course, this book is also very detailed, and it will not write meaningless characters and plots.

For example, when each animal appears, Xiaohuo will use one or two sentences to shape their personalities and leave an impression on everyone.

And the night on the top of Qingcheng Mountain, a call from Xu Xinyan’s younger brother buried two foreshadowings, which was also the turning point in the subsequent plot development of the siblings.

When that chapter came out, Xiaohuo guessed that there would be book friends talking about water.

Xiaohuo did not refute it. Only after writing this plot can book friends know the purpose of Xiaohuo writing like that...]

Having written this, I looked at Ah Li on the right.

It was standing next to the mouse, showing a curiosity on its face. It also reached out and touched the mouse carefully, and quickly retreated back.

I saw the light of curiosity and doubt flashing in its eyes, and I also saw it turn to look at Xiaobai.

I couldn't help but smile and then looked at Xiaobai.

Xiaobai used his tail as a stool, sat next to me, supported his elbows on the table, then held his chin with his palm, and looked at me with a smile.

When I looked at her, she was also looking at me.

At that moment, I suddenly understood the meaning of that sentence.

"The grass is bearing its seeds, the wind is shaking its leaves, and it is very beautiful when we stand and don't speak."

When Xiaobai saw me looking at her, he immediately waved his fist and threatened me, "Write quickly! Otherwise, I will lock you in a small dark room and put a bunch of blades in it, hum!"

After saying that, she touched Ah Li's head.

Ah Li nodded seriously.

So I smiled and continued to write.

[In fact, Xiaohuo has a little selfishness in this book.

In addition to wanting to write the plot more refreshing and comfortable.

I also want to write some plots that are affectionate and righteous, and to portray some clear and clear characters and animals.

Let me secretly tell you that Xiaohuo has another wish.

I just hope that when you finish reading this book, close your eyes and three-dimensional animals will appear in your mind, and a person with distinct personalities will also have a pleasant smile on your lips.

In that way, Xiaohuo's purpose of writing this book was achieved.

Of course, this goal is difficult, but I am willing to try and work hard to do it, write with one hundred and two percent sincerity and with my heart.

And in this process, there will be twists and turns, and it will not be smooth sailing.

So later everyone may come to scold Xiaohuo, author, you bastard, I will give my tears...]

At this time, a stack of nuts held by the little squirrel was scattered on the keyboard.

It began to pick it up one by one.

Suddenly it stopped moving, staring at the word "work" on the computer screen, and looked horizontally and vertically, left and right for a while.

Then it clenched its fists and turned to me and said, "As long as you work hard, there is nothing you can't mess with."

When I heard this ridicule, I almost smashed my keyboard.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Luo was such a poisonous squirrel.
To be continued...