Chapter 1421

In the twinkling of an eye, Zhang Heng has been in this manor for three years. As early as a year ago, his writing skills have been successfully upgraded to Lv2, which is the same as the female writer of fantasy bestseller.

It has to be said that the environment of this manor is really suitable for practicing writing. After all, there is only one chance to live with the best writers in the world.

Although these writers have more or less some minor defects, such as Hemingway's drinking habits, such as Mark Twain's poisonous tongue, Fitzgerald's dizziness at the sight of women But their talents are undeniable, and the most important thing is that there is nothing else to do in this manor. They are also willing to answer Zhang Heng's doubts and help him read his new articles.

This afternoon, Hemingway was reading a novella written by Zhang Henggang. After reading it, he put down his manuscript and frowned.

"How's it going?" Zhang Heng asked.

"The technique is impeccable, and I have nothing to teach you, but I always feel that there is something missing in this article."

"Emotion." Fitzgerald on one side hit the nail on the head.

"That's right." Hemingway lit a cigar. "Although some schools emphasize that narrators should keep an objective perspective, it doesn't mean that there are no feelings in their articles. It's just that they put these feelings into the characters in the book and let them show the creator's feelings."

Hemingway said, "speaking of it, I've always been a little strange. When I first met you, I thought you were the kind of person who didn't like happiness and anger, but after a long time together, I found that you never seem angry or especially happy. Have you always been like this, spirit Very little Volatility? "

"Not all the time, I had normal feelings before. Although it was lighter than ordinary people, because of some things, my feelings gradually disappeared and became what they are now." Zhang Hengdao.

"No offense, but I'm willing to pay for what happened to you to happen to me, if possible." Fitzgerald said gloomily.

Hemingway did not think so. "Without these fragile moments, there is no way to write really strong words." Then he looked at Zhang Heng again, "your problem is in trouble. Although you only pursue rapid popularity, no matter what kind of literary works, there can be no emotion."

"It's not totally unexplained," interrupted Marquez on the other side. "It's just the level of popular reading, you can fake some feelings and add them in. Although the boy has no feelings, he can follow suit even if he is allowed to read more than a dozen novels about feelings. "

"Sorry, I may not have made it clear before that my new book is really in pursuit of rapid popularity, but it's also very important that I want readers to really believe the story in the book." Zhang Hengdao.

"It's hard to believe a story without enough emotional foundation." Fitzgerald said, "after all, it's one thing to read for recreation, but it's another thing to really impress readers. You need to put your own emotions into it first, so that you can resonate with your readers."

His words also aroused the approval of several writers present.

But then Hemingway patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder, "you don't have to worry. After all, there are so many of us here. How can we work together to help you come up with a solution?"

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After returning from Hemingway's author party, Zhang Heng didn't go directly to his room.

Instead, he turned around and came to the back kitchen. Since his writing skills were upgraded to Lv2, Zhang Heng can clearly feel that it has become more and more difficult to further improve. Otherwise, the female writer of fantasy best seller will not come in for so long and still can't be promoted to LV3.

This is not only a matter of skill, it involves a writer's perception and refinement of his own life, as well as his views on the world around him. Zhang Heng does not lack experience, or to be more accurate, no one in this manor is richer than his life experience. Even Hemingway, who has been a legendary writer all his life, may not be as exciting as a copy of Zhang Heng.

But refining and integrating these experiences into one's own words is not something that can be achieved overnight, and it also needs a process of accumulation.

Zhang Heng didn't worry. After all, he spent less than a third of his time on this copy, including his extra 24 hours. However, before his writing skills were upgraded to Lv2, some things that he put aside for the time being can continue.

For example, the mysterious room 515.

It is said that there lived one of the most mysterious writers in the whole manor. No one ever saw him walk out of his room, and even the windows of that room were covered by curtains in normal times.

For this reason, some people can't help but ridicule that there lived an old vampire who lived for hundreds of years, while the people of the reasoning society firmly believe that the owner of the manor lived in that room.

After living in the manor for two years, Zhang Heng is more and more inclined to agree with them.

The reason is very simple, because Zhang Heng has ruled out other suspected objects, whether it's the residents here or the service staff.It's like you're doing a multiple-choice question. After you eliminate all the wrong options, the one left, no matter how bizarre, should be the right answer.

However, Zhang Heng had been turned away from the door several times before. Strictly speaking, after he knocked on the door and reported his name, there was no reaction, as if no one lived there at all.

So Zhang Heng decided to do something else this time. He went into the kitchen and said to the chef there, "I want to order a dish."

"Of course, the estate will satisfy all the guests." The chef said respectfully.

"I want to eat dry fried Niuhe, but the dry fried Niuhe I want is special. I remember that when I was traveling in Guangdong, I once ate a bowl of Niuhe at a stall. It was the best Niuhe I had ever eaten. I wanted to eat the same taste of Niuhe that day."

In the face of this obviously is the request of the difficult person, the chef is still polite, "OK, can you tell me the name of that big stall?"

"No, I've forgotten."

Hearing this answer, the chef's face finally showed a embarrassed expression, but still very respectful, "well, we can try to do it, but I'm afraid the number of attempts will be more, and you need to give us feedback in time."

"No problem." Zhang Hengdao.

Two hours later, the whole kitchen was sweating, surrounded by Zhang Heng, nervously watching him taste the first bowl of Niuhe.

Zhang Heng picked up a rice noodle with chopsticks and put a piece of beef into his mouth. He closed his eyes and chewed it slowly. About ten seconds later, Zhang Heng put down his chopsticks and nodded, "it's the taste."

All of a sudden, a burst of cheers broke out in the whole kitchen, as if the scientists in the research institute had just solved a world problem.

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