NovelBonte Chapter 1251 Our Brother Song
Chapter 1251 Our Brother Song
Chapter 1251 Our Brother Song
Ever since Li Qingti ate at Baifeng Pavilion, his thoughts have been flowing, and he can't help it.
The novels I have written have the momentum of writing one after another.
Confess the gods early.
After conferring the gods, Li Qingti said that this kid was gone.
Specifically, Li Qingti's novels were not that popular in the past, and he didn't earn that much money, which was only enough to afford two bedrooms and one living room.
After repaying the mortgage every month, after eating, and paying the utility bills of the property, Li Qingti has no money.
If he does not continue to write novels, he will most likely starve to death.
At that time, Li Qingti didn't need an editor to remind him of the manuscript, he would take the initiative to find an editor.
"Xiaoding Xiaoding, I wrote the beginning of this book again, do you want to read it?"
When a book is about to end, Li Qingti is anxious to open the next one, and desperately saves the manuscript.
After the book was opened, the word Duan Geng had never had anything to do with Li Qingti.
Without a [-] manuscript deposit, Li Qingti would definitely be so anxious that she would not be able to sleep.
After the fire, Li Qingti was not short of money.
This guy finished the novel in his hand, editor Xiao Ding asked naturally: "What's the next book?"
Li Qingti will not reply to Xiaoding's message.
Xiao Ding called him directly: "When will the next book start for me?"
"Ah? I won't write anymore." Li Qingti said: "I plan to rest for a while, and let myself recharge during the free time."
There is nothing wrong with these words. Xiao Ding and Li Qingti have worked together for so many years, and he also feels that he has worked really hard, and he should take a vacation and have a good rest.
"Okay, then you can relax and relax."
A week passed, another week passed, and a month passed.
There was still no news from Li Qingti, so Xiaoding couldn't bear to call and asked, "Have you finished writing the beginning of the new book?"
"Don't worry, I'm still charging, wait a few days, I will definitely write."
A few days later, Xiao Ding found that the phone was no longer available, let alone WeChat or QQ.
Li Qingti lost contact.
Xiaoding silently blocked the door of Li Qingti's house on a sunny afternoon.
Sure enough, at ten past twelve, Li Qingti came back from a walk in a daze, still carrying three oranges and two pears in his hand.
This is Li Qingti's unchanging habit. After eating at noon every day, he will go to throw out the trash, then take a walk in the neighborhood, and buy some snacks for the afternoon or evening.
"Big Daddy, how many new books have you written?" Xiao Ding rushed out suddenly, scaring Li Qingti awake in an instant. He could lie down and take a nap just by opening the door.
As soon as the editor appeared, Sleepy was scared away.
"Ah, that, I already have an idea, and I will write it soon."
The relationship between the author and the editor is that the student and the teacher will get nervous as long as they see something unconscious.
Xiao Ding was sincere on the surface, but dismissive in his heart: "I will still believe you, you bastard author!" '
"What time is it?"
Authors, guys who write fiction, what are they good at?
Playing with words, of course.
Extremely good at fooling editors, but what are editors good at?
I have long known the author's urination, and I can usually maintain their self-esteem, and when necessary, I will not give an inch.
"It's Thursday today, how about next week?" Li Qingti saw Xiao Ding sneer, and immediately changed his tone: "That must not work, I will definitely write it for you on the weekend?"
Xiao Ding still sneered, Li Qingti hadn't written an essay for 43 days.
"Tomorrow, I will go to bed early tonight, I will write it tomorrow, and send it to you before six o'clock."
"Send me what? Is it the creative direction of the article, or the first [-] words?"
It's really not easy to fool.
"The creative direction of the article. I have been working too hard recently. Song Ge is not here. I am hungry and thin, and my energy is not very good. I can't eat Song Ge's food, so I have no inspiration."
Bang!
Yang Song, who is far in the northeast, was also dumped.
"Brother Song, if he hears you say that, will he blacklist you?" This is a threat.
How could an editorial solicitation not be a threat?
"Don't lie to me, the last book, Brother Song is not in Los Angeles, didn't you end well?"
The ending of Li Qingti's last book sparked discussions among readers.
The popularity in the reader circle lasted for a month.
This situation can be said to be rare.
Generally speaking, when the article is over, the popularity will drop. However, Li Qingti's article is still on the best-seller list and praise list.
In this situation, how suitable is it to open another book?
Li Qingti refused to do it.
Xiao Ding: "Open the door, I'm looking at you. Today you must decide on the creative topic and the [-]-word outline for the opening article. Tomorrow, you will write [-] words. Then you plan the outline carefully on the weekend, and then write a [-]-word outline. , starting from next Monday, I will start to save the manuscript, which happens to be published next month."
Everything was arranged just right.
Li Qingti yawned: "I don't want to write, I can't write, I want to sleep."
Lack of money is the driving force behind his honest writing.
Not short of money, and without Yang Song, Li Qingti had no place to spend money.
He is not poor, so he is too lazy to write books.
Xiao Ding hehe: "Brother Song went out to practice, and it's not like he won't come back. You said Brother Song will cook more dishes when he comes back? I think the menu of Baifeng Pavilion can be printed into a book. How does it taste?"
"Of course it's more delicious. Brother Song has high demands on himself. He went to practice cooking. Although we foodies are very lonely, we still support him very much. When Brother Song comes back, his cooking skills must be better than now. No one knows that." Suspect."
Yang Song: 'He's right, I don't doubt it myself. '
Xiao Ding smiled coldly: "Brother Song is so good at cooking, you have to work hard to practice cooking, how about you?"
Li Qingti: "..."
Why did the topic turn to him?
He felt a little scared.
Xiao Ding continued: "Compared with your strength in the field of novels and Brother Song's strength in the field of culinary art, who is stronger?"
"Of course it's Brother Song, I've only just started." Li Qing cried out, still knowing that he was in a hurry.
There are many great gods in the world of fiction.
"Brother Song is so good and is working hard, what about you? What qualifications do you have to not write for 43 days? Who gave you the courage and confidence?"
"If you don't practice a song for a day, you will become rusty. You haven't written for 43 days. I almost suspect that you can't write novels!"
"how can that be?"
"Hehe, is it possible that Brother Song will not practice cooking or cooking for 43 days?"
Li Qingti was speechless.
It is absolutely impossible for Yang Song to stop practicing cooking.
"You take Brother Song as your example, and you just embarrass your example like this?"
"I remember Brother Song seemed to say that he was waiting to read your masterpiece, don't you want to give Brother Song the best one?"
Li Qingti thought, he always wanted to give Yang Song the best book.
Unfortunately, he hasn't written it yet.
In the past 40 days, it's not that Li Qingti didn't want to write a book, it's just that he was procrastinating.
Today delays tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow, dragging the editor.
"I'm going to write now!"
(End of this chapter)