Forsi, who was eating desserts and singing songs just now, even thinking about adding some clothes to herself when the weather got cold, and using this as an excuse to ask Xio into the kitchen to help her make a cup of hot coffee, now
At this moment, I was standing next to the sofa with a guilty conscience, my head lowered, as quiet as a quail.
Sitting on the sofa opposite her was a man whom Forsi was very familiar with. He was reading the first draft of a new book that she had just drafted.
Of course there is nothing wrong with this scene on the surface, but Forsi only felt like he was in a pill.
There was no other reason, mainly because the manuscript Roldi was reading was not the one she had written before, but another new book that she just couldn't bear to open recently.
If I had known that Rody would come, I would not have put this manuscript on the table... Forsi secretly regretted it, and for a moment she felt so regretful that she wished she could turn back time.
When she was so frightened that she wanted to bury her head in the soil, Lin Ruo also finished reading the manuscript in his hand. He raised his head, looked at Forsi with a gentle and brilliant smile, and said:
"Well written, an interesting story about the evil god and the girl who was redeemed by him."
Hearing this, Forsi couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Lin Ruo secretly, and was stunned for a moment when he saw the other person's gentle smile.
Didn't you see it?
Just as he was thinking this, before Forsi could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Lin Ruo continue:
"So it was my story that inspired you?"
Ahhh, he really saw it!
Die, die, die!
Forsi was so frightened that his body froze for a moment. His desire to survive was stronger than ever. He quickly stammered and explained: "Although, although your experience gave me inspiration, the prototype of the character is not you and Mr. Fool. I
A completely fictional character..."
Listening to Forsi's explanation, Lin Ruo could not deny it. Of course he could see that although the story may have been inspired by him, the prototype of the characters was not him and the Fool.
To be honest, Lin Ruo was not angry about this matter. Not to mention that the article did not use him as a character prototype. He could not even be mentioned as a person. As a senior author who had been favored by enthusiastic readers in the literary field,
Lin Ruo also said that we are like me and Fuyun.
It's like a fan, as if no one has written it before.
Before he traveled back in time, he wrote fan fiction about Salted Fish and One Meter Five. Would he be able to talk about it?
Oh, and World and Justice, Sharon and Maric.
So in fact, he was not angry at all. He was just deliberately trying to scare Lin Ruo, who then put the manuscript in his hand on the table. Looking at Forsi, who had obviously begun to think of 108 ways to die, he said: "This kind of subject matter
For novels, the publishing house probably won’t let you submit the manuscript.”
After all, this is a world where true gods exist. Although the religious environment is not so strict, such novels that blatantly arrange gods, even if they are just fictional gods, are difficult to be accepted by the public.
"Well, I know. I don't want to publish it. I just write for fun because my hands are itchy. I might not be able to write a few chapters..."
Forsi was obviously not used to Lin Ruo's leaping thinking, but he still answered honestly while carefully observing Lin Ruo's expression.
Doesn't seem angry?
Although he suspected that he had observed someone lonely, Forsi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"Have you ever considered changing the evil god into another Avenger?" Lin Ruo suggested with a smile.
Well, he admitted that although the story was inspired by him and made people complain about it, this story that had nothing to do with him was still good and made him interested in reading it.
And as long as the evil god's character is changed, Lin Ruo can declare that this story has nothing to do with him at all.
"Another Avenger?" Forsi was stunned for a moment. The writer's desire prevailed at this moment, causing her to ask: "What kind of Avenger?"
"You should have seen The Return of the Count. You can refer to the Count of Monte Cristo." Lin Ruo suggested with a smile.
"The Count of Monte Cristo, the returning avenger, the count who appears to be a nobleman but secretly has another identity, and the girl who lost everything. The count saved the girl. At first, he was just sympathetic and wanted a suitable knife. He didn't expect that he would fall in love with her later.
Girl, but although the girl regards the count as a god, her initial feelings are not love..." Forsi's eyes became brighter as he spoke, as if he had already had an inspiration.
It's very good, it's so bloody. If you follow this trend and lick candy on a knife, it's inevitable to have deep sadomasochism and heartbreaking love.
"You can write these down, inspiration is a very precious thing." Lin Ruo reminded him as he picked up the black tea that Forsi had made for him while he was in a trembling state.
After hearing this, Forsi lost all scruples and immediately started writing. Lin Ruo was patiently drinking tea while waiting for her. When Forsi completely recorded his inspiration, his face turned red with excitement.
At that time, Lin Ruo said coldly:
"I hope to see your new book before the end of this year."
Forsi froze instantly, her face turned pale, she looked at Lin Ruo in disbelief, and said in silence:
"Yes, but now there are only two months left before the New Year."
"I believe in your potential." Lin Ruo said unhurriedly, her smile still warm and bright, but it looked like a devil in Forsi's eyes, "You must also believe in yourself."
But I don’t believe in myself that I can write a book in two months!
Forsi was still screaming in his heart, but on the outside he still had to force out a smile and said, "Can I write a short story?"
"No less than 100,000 words." Lin Ruo said and took another sip of black tea. Although she had been tortured by Russell, the world had not entered the era of online literature after all, and the number of words required for novels was relatively high.
"One hundred thousand..." Forsi swayed and almost fell down. Her smile was uglier than crying and she said:
"If I hadn't finished writing..."
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. At most, I'll let you experience social death." Lin Ruo said with a smile. Because of Russell, this world has the word sociological death.
You might as well beat me up!
Forsi has become autistic.
After she had been autistic for a while, Lin Ruocai said: "Okay, let's talk about the business. Let's talk about the business."
"As for your meeting with your future teacher tomorrow, I have some small tasks to give you. If you can complete them, I will not only give you the corresponding reward, but I will also give you a few months of grace for the new book."
"Really?" Forsi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he got out of his autistic state.
"Of course..." Lin Ruo took a sip of black tea and said, "Your task is very simple. If you are going to meet Mr. Duoxin named Dorian tomorrow, I hope you can mention it in front of him quietly.
The subject of judgment angels.”
"You should know the relationship between the angel of judgment and the family of Abraham."