My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 10 Father and Son

Li Bailong was a literature lover in his previous life.

Of course, this is a statement of high emotional intelligence.

The low EQ statement is "If you don't do your job all day and just read books on your phone, how can you expect to make money?"

Just as a good student becomes an official, a good actor becomes a director... Of course, the director here means director.

Similarly, if you read more, you will write more.

Many people who have read too many idle books will have an urge to "let me write something too."

Of course, for various reasons, most people give up after writing a few or dozens of chapters - but it doesn’t matter, giving up halfway is not all nonsense!
Yes, even if one has written a few chapters or even just registered an author account without writing a single chapter, these books with only a few thousand words and author accounts with zero works will be counted into the statistics, and eventually accumulated into "the cumulative number of online literature writers exceeds 2200 million, and the cumulative number of online literature works is 3400 million." This outrageous boast is exclaimed by laymen who are not aware of the situation.

And Li Bailong would have contributed to these outrageous statistics... but he traveled through time.

After traveling through time, hell began. I struggled to survive and met my master.

Led by his master to seek medical treatment all over the world, he finally found a glimmer of hope and came to Lin County, where he found Baihua Valley. Both his master and his disciple were accepted as masters by the head uncle, who taught him martial arts, treated his hidden injuries, dealt with some people's difficulties, gained some people's recognition, and responded to some people's expectations.

Then he gained a firm foothold in the sect and even made a name for himself.

It wasn't until about half a year ago that I finally had some free time to stop and take a look at the world.

By chance, he bought a folk storybook and identified it as a crappy story at first glance. After all, he had read a lot of online articles in his previous life. Online articles, as a text medium, have been updated and iterated for more than ten years, and various techniques and concepts are extremely mature. The gap between them and this original storybook from another world is overwhelming.

Li Bailong read a few chapters and was extremely disgusted - the beginning was not attractive at all, the male protagonist was too saintly, if he didn't retaliate, would he write a female protagonist after seeing this...

After some sharp comments, Long Aotian, who had nothing to do, jumped out to argue with him.

As they kept lifting it, they finally reached a height where they could say, "If you can do it, you can do it."

As a result, Li Bailong’s DNA from his previous life, “Coach, I want to write online articles,” was strongly aroused.

If I go up, I will go up.

Li Bailong bit the pen and persevered for a few days before he realized that it is easier to read articles than to write them. When he talked, he said, "If I were to write, I would blast these authors to death." But when he started writing, he thought, "Oh my god, why is no one reading this? Is the website suppressing me?"

After racking my brains like this, from paying tribute to borrowing, I finally wrote a few things.

He himself felt that his writing was not very good, but Long Aotian was too arrogant. Li Bailong got angry and at night, he covered his faces and arrested several Kong Yijis, and paid them a large sum of money to order them to copy many copies.

When it's daytime, I'll secretly spread it around to see if anyone thinks it's well written.

——Long Aotian was constantly mocking throughout the whole process, and his words were even more unpleasant than "I will delete the bad comments."

Then the situation turned around that night.

It is unknown how many people like to read the works written by Li Bailong. After all, there are no positive feedbacks. Unlike this book, there will always be kind people and bosses who vote and reward it every day.

But one thing is certain, Li Bailong won, and won big.

Because Long Aotian cried out with joy that night, just like a middle-aged shrimp-headed man crying while hugging a telephone pole, shouting: "My disease can be cured!"

Through this guy's messy and excited narration, Li Bailong figured out the cause and effect of the matter.

The power of vows, Long Aotian felt the power of vows.

To be precise, it is the readers' wishes brought by Li Bailong's novels. In the West, wishes can be called the power of faith, but in the East, it is more like the power of faith from all living beings, such as incense. This wish is the purest spiritual light in people's hearts, and its sources are varied.

According to legend, if an honest official is worshipped and prayed for by the people, he will be blessed and immune to all evil.

According to legend, the dynasty rules over all the people, is respected by the world, and all people have their own ideas, which is the destiny of the country.

According to legend, saints wrote books and made their names known through the ages, which means they have achieved immortality through their words, virtues and achievements.

"...I understand the fucking principles, so I can write a good story anyway."

Long Aotian doesn’t know why it’s okay to write a happy story.

——But the reason is not important, what is important is whether it works or not!
The gathered wish power is pure spiritual light with a wide range of uses. It is a life-saving straw for Long Aotian - his soul is damaged and his source cannot be replenished. In his early years, he consumed a lot of energy protecting Li Bailong. In the past two years, his soul has been in turmoil and he is even making arrangements for his funeral.

And now, the pure power of will has gathered together and can completely help Long Aotian repair his soul and even rebuild his body!
As a once-peerless powerful man, Long Aotian certainly has a way to utilize the power of will.

But there's a problem... this guy has a bit of a picky appetite.

As a strange man known for his coolness and dominance, he can collect and utilize the power of will...

——It also requires the willpower to be awesome and domineering.

The question is, how can we collect the wishes of the cool and arrogant guy?
"Please, please, brother, please write a little more, please write a little more, I feel like there are ants crawling on my body, I must be sick, I am shaking all over, I will die if there is no writing to read..."

Write cool and awesome articles. Write cool and awesome articles.

Play the pig and eat the tiger, pretend to be cool and get slapped in the face, girls throw themselves at you, supporting characters are mentally retarded, artifacts recognize their master, sacred beasts bow down, a barbecue conquers the sword master, and the tiger's body shakes and the younger brothers come to surrender.

Such cool articles.

When readers read this kind of novel, they will have yearning and expectation for Aotian's behavior, and feel infinite pleasure and satisfaction in their hearts. The more pleasure they have, the stronger their wish power will be, and the more they can be used by Long Aotian.

Then, Long Aotian would survive, his injuries would heal, and he could even live another life, standing freely under the sky and in the breeze.

Feeling Long Aotian's ecstasy and anticipation, and knowing that the worries he had been having for a long time had finally been solved, Li Bailong was very happy that night. He showed a gentle smile. It was a pure smile, full of kindness and blessings, the warmest smile, which was only for the happiness of his best friend.

So he said those two words to Long Aotian.

That night was undoubtedly a night worth remembering.

That night marked the beginning of a new phase in the long-standing revolutionary friendship between Li Bailong and Long Aotian, and the final conclusion to their relationship...

That night, the relationship between father and son was determined.

Finally he has a father, Long Aotian cried very happily.

"You bastard, you took advantage of someone's misfortune, you really deserve to die..."

You see, he even babbled gibberish with joy.

"What did you call me?" This is the warm concern of the old father.

"Wuwuwuwu, don't burn it, don't burn the manuscript, Dad, you are my dad, you are my real dad..."

(End of this chapter)