1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 93 Random Inspiration
The sky gradually darkened.

Li Xiaolin sat alone at the table, examining the manuscript for a long time in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Xiao Lin."

She heard Ba Jin getting up.

"Dad, are you awake?"

"Cough cough."

Ba Jin sat up slowly and Li Xiaolin brought him a cup of warm water.

"I have already given the signature to Jiang Xian."

"Just take it. I was confused and didn't ask any more questions." As he spoke, Ba Jin saw the manuscript on the table and was a little surprised. "You went out to collect manuscripts?"

"No."

"Where did you get the manuscript from?"

"Jiang Xian came here just now and gave me the manuscript of the novel he wrote."

"Has he finished it?"

"I've finished it. I wrote 5 words in 7 days."

"Five days? 5 words?" Even Ba Jin was surprised. "He has to write 7 words a day. It seems he really put in a lot of effort."

"Of course he put in a lot of effort." Li Xiaolin's face was full of wonder. "Dad, you would never have thought that Jiang Xian really transported lychees from Lingnan to Chang'an."

"Really?"

Ba Jin smiled and said, "I said I could do it. Tell me how you delivered it."

Li Xiaolin pursed his lips, wanting to say something but stopping himself, "No, the most exciting part of this novel is not the transportation of lychees, not just the transportation of lychees, but also the things behind the transportation of lychees. I was scared, you should read it yourself."

Ba Jin smiled, wiped his face with a wet towel, then sat down at the table, and read the manuscript spread out on the table line by line with a magnifying glass.

"Why did you choose such a name?"

"You'll know when you read it."

The sun moved westward little by little. Except for drinking some hot porridge in the middle, Ba Jin spent the rest of the time slowly reading the manuscript.

The hotel has poor soundproofing and I can clearly hear the noises of a few guys chatting downstairs.

"I'll go first! 3."

"Hey? Put one on top, 4, haha, comfortable!"

"7."

"Damn it, stop padding!"

"Fork! Come here!"

"2!"

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Ba Jin read until the last page, put down the manuscript and smiled.

"After listening to Jiang Xian's idea, I also thought of a story, but I didn't expect that he would write such a story."

"Dad, what kind of story did you come up with?"

"It's not worth mentioning. He is much better than I thought. If I say it out loud, it will only embarrass an old man like me." (Embarrass my own face)

"This Jiang Xian is so annoying." Li Xiaolin said indignantly, "He wrote about the little girl A Tong so well in the beginning, but then he harmed her like that and cut down all the lychee forests that her parents left for her."

"Writing must be artistic," Ba Jin said kindly, "I also wrote in this way in Family. Are you going to say that about me as well?"

Li Xiaolin felt something was wrong. "Dad, you are too protective of Jiang Xian. You kept speaking up for him yesterday."

"I am not speaking for him. I am willing to speak for every talented writer. Jiang Xian is very talented and we should cherish such writers."

After hearing this, Li Xiaolin knew that his father had no objection to the manuscript and that it could be published in Harvest.

"Go and have a rest. Give me the manuscript. I'll review it and give it to Jiang Xian for revision."

"Don't worry." Ba Jin waved his hand. "It's already this late. Even if we hurry, we'll have to wait until the sixth issue to publish. I'll show this manuscript to a few friends first."

Zhenxing Lane.

Jiang Xian remembered the trust and handed Ba Jin's rewritten signature to Zhong Acheng, which moved this guy deeply.

"I didn't expect him to be such a kind person."

"He is a very kind man indeed. I am leaving now."

Without arguing with Zhong Acheng any further, Jiang Xian rode onto Chang'an Avenue, passed by a Dongfeng tricycle, and rode towards Wangfujing.

At this time, you can still pass by handcarts in front of Tiananmen Square. People in Beijing call them "Banerye".

Jiang Xian exhaled a breath of white air.

Concentrate your mind.

"System, activate random inspiration."

"Reveal random inspiration x2 for you."

"Obtained inspiration [Landlord], inspiration [Incest]"

hiss.
He gasped.

Each one is more severe than the other.

In other words, it was unlocked randomly, otherwise he would not dare to collect this inspiration.

These random inspirations are rewards that appear together with "Lychees in Chang'an".

It can be used to independently synthesize works, but there is a certain risk of failure, so Jiang Xian didn’t pay much attention to it before.

And he deduced that as he revealed each entry one by one, the rewards should gradually increase. The pattern was obvious: the first sequence was a short story, the second was a medium-length story, the third was a long story, and the fourth was a medium-length story, but it gave him an extra random entry.

I should continue to get some precious random inspiration in the future.

Therefore, he thought it would be safer to wait until the number of inspirations increased, and then synthesize some inspirations that could guess the synthesis results.

If you just rush in, there is a high probability of waste.

Like these two random entries he has now.

【Landlord】+【Incest】

He didn't expect any work to be so cruel.

So I'm not sure if I can synthesize them directly, because I can't think of any work that can have both of these inspirations.

He's pretty steady though.

If he doesn't think it through clearly, he certainly won't be able to synthesize it, and he's not in such a hurry to write the next work.

There are still two issues of "Furong Town" to be serialized.

"Brown Lychees" has not been published yet.

Before they knew it, they arrived at the Medical College. Jiang Xian stood downstairs of Zhu Lin's dormitory and waited for a while, attracting the attention of many female comrades.

"Whose object is that?"

"I do not know."

"Wow, you look so good, like a model."

Really down!
Jiang Xian quickly wrapped himself up tightly. Boys must protect themselves when going out.

"Jiang Xian?" Zhu Lin hurried downstairs to the dormitory building. When she saw it was him, she was immediately delighted.

"I just finished my meal. When did you come?"

"I just waited in the cold wind for more than an hour."

"Just blow it."

"No, look, my head is covered with ice, like a crystal chandelier."

She burst out laughing and said, "You are so cold. I made you a scarf and will bring it upstairs for you."

He came down quickly, holding a black scarf in his hand. Jiang Xian lowered his neck and His Majesty wrapped it around him twice.

"It's so tight, so tight."

Zhu Lin quickly glanced around and raised her hand to loosen his clothes.

Jiang Xian squeezed her hand.

His Majesty blushed, "In school, someone saw it."

The two of them walked hand in hand to a nearby park with an artificial lake.

Jiang Xian took out a Seagull camera from his bag.

"Let me take a picture of you."

Zhu Lin stroked her hair and glanced at him.

“Did you buy a camera?”

The sky was already getting dark, and her face was filled with a warm honey color, as soft as the ripples at the corners of her eyes.

"Have you taken the photo?" she asked.

Jiang Xian nodded, "This photo will definitely be on the cover of Popular Movies."

"Popular Movies" is a magazine that has just resumed publication this year. This magazine is a weather vane of domestic screen trends, and its cover and back covers are filled with the hottest movie and television stars of that era.

Liu Xiaoqing once said: Being on the cover of "Popular Movies" was an honor second only to the Hundred Flowers Award.

“I really like taking pictures.”

Girls love taking photos, and they may also have an actor's natural desire for the camera.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Jiang Xian held Zhu Lin's hand.

"The sweater got caught on a stick."

"So careless."

Jiang Xian scolded her a few words and held her hand tightly without letting go.

Zhu Lin blushed, "Well, we'll be caught by the workers' militia later."

"Alas." Jiang Xian was helpless.

Why is there a term called "rolling the road"? It's because the management is very strict nowadays. If you are in a relationship, there is nothing you can do except rolling the road.

"This is for you." Jiang Xian took out a stack of manuscripts from his bag.

"What is this?"

"This is the story outline of a script I wrote." Jiang Xian said.

He asked a transcriber to copy this one, and he paid ten yuan for it. Nowadays, every company has transcribers, and it's not an easy job. Not only does one have to write well, but one also has to be able to recognize other people's handwriting.

"Think about it in advance. I wrote the heroine in the film according to your writing."

"Really?"

Zhu Linte was surprised and quickly picked up the manuscript and glanced at it:
One afternoon in the first early summer of the 20s, a highway in the suburbs of Beijing was crowded with cars and horses. A three-horse carriage loaded with fertilizer was driving in the middle of the highway without leaving or going left. Cars wanted to overtake it but could not because of the narrow road.

The driver is none other than the leader of the "Four Great Warriors" of Changqing Commune.

At this time, he was driving his carriage, chewing a small carrot proudly, and moving slowly and leisurely.
(End of this chapter)