miss me

After seeing the white dog in the family area, a new story gradually took shape in Xia Xinghe's mind.

It is said that animals are human, and in Xinwen he wants to challenge himself, starting from the perspective of a dog, and writing about the human society and the various stories between him and humans in his eyes.

Xia Xinghe has a strong ability to act. After having the initial idea, he checked a lot of relevant information, sorted out his ideas, and sent them to Yanmai for review.

After a while, the oatmeal message came back.

[EDIT oats: !This idea is so novel! ]

[EDIT Oatmeal: Few authors have approached this perspective yet. ]

[EDIT OAT: But...]

[Little Bamboo: But what? ]

Oatmeal's name changed to "The other party is typing...", and it took a long time before the message was sent.

[EDIT Oatmeal: You have to be prepared, though. ]

[Edit Oatmeal: After all, it is a new theme, and we are not sure whether it is a fire or a fire. ]

Xia Xinghe smiled lightly, the dimples on his cheeks were still clear.

[Little Bamboo: I know. ]

[Little Bamboo: Don't worry. ]

In fact, before sending a message to Yanmai, he had already guessed that Yanmai would reply in this way.

Yanmai is the gold medal editor of the website, has rich experience in reading articles, and has insight into the routines and models of online articles.

From the perspective of commercial works, male readers like fast-paced updated novels, while female readers prefer lingering love stories. Hot themes have passed the market test, and new themes are like a piece of rough stone under the mud. , No one knows what will be polished, so many authors like to write routines that have formed a system, apply them according to the existing successful templates, or stay in their comfort zone, and keep writing a certain genre that they are familiar with.

Xia Xinghe doesn't dislike these things, he likes to read and hear the slap in the face, and he also likes the love story where the relationship is finally fulfilled and the shortcomings of reality are made up for. types and themes.

And the reason why he chose the current theme is precisely because the new story is what he likes.

In addition to indispensable writing skills, the author's true feelings can move readers, Xia Xinghe is absolutely sure of this.

[Edit Oats: Haha, just knew you would say that. ]

[Edit Oatmeal: Anyway, you have not played the cards according to the routine, and I am used to it. ]

[EDIT Oatmeal: Trust your abilities and respect your judgment. ]

[Edit Oatmeal: Mr. Zhuzhi is hanging! ]

Xia Xinghe was amused by her last sentence, he restrained his smile, and typed two more words seriously.

[Little Bamboo: Thank you. ]

The creation of the new article did not go as smoothly as Xia Xinghe imagined.

New themes mean that you need to jump out of your comfort zone and re-find the appropriate angle and expression method to cut into the story.After all, the story itself is one aspect, and how to present the story to readers is another aspect.

There is always a gap between ideals and reality. For Chapter 1 alone, Xia Xinghe wrote seven or eight different versions, but they were all unsatisfactory, so he was not in a hurry to write, and went to find the chapter every day with his things on his back. Furry Samoyed playing.

After getting along for a period of time, Xia Xinghe has already gotten acquainted with the situation of Gouzi's family. The dog's owner seems to be away all year round, and only the hourly union will come to give the dog food and water on a regular basis.

At the beginning, he was worried that the part-time worker would drive him away, but after meeting several times, the part-time worker just smiled politely and did not stop him. One day, he even talked to him a few words, claiming to be "" Xiao Liu", Xia Xinghe was relieved now, and would often give Xiao Liu a bright smile.

However, after seeing that the dog was fed regularly, he no longer fed the dog randomly, but brought some toys with him to play with it.

The weather today was fine, it was late autumn, but the sun was shining brightly, Xia Xinghe put on a comfortable T-shirt and jeans, and carried a schoolbag. If it wasn't for his light blonde hair, he might be regarded as still in school of high school students.

In fact, it wasn't Xia Xinghe's original intention to have this hairstyle, he just wanted to trim it when his hair grew, but was fooled by the stylist to make this hairstyle.

The stylist said: "Change your hairstyle, change your mood, and bid farewell to your past self." Xia Xinghe felt that it made sense, so he didn't dye it back, and kept his current hairstyle.

Getting on the subway, Xia Xinghe caught the attention of the passengers around him as usual. He was used to this, so he found a seat and sat down, took out his phone and began to browse Weibo.

The last article he wrote was good, and now it has only been finished for half a month, and it is the time when the popularity is the highest. Every time I log in, I can see hundreds of messages in the background.

Xia Xinghe's works have a wide audience, unlike the straight-male thinking of ordinary male writers, he occasionally writes some delicate emotional dramas, so some readers often @ him or send private messages to express their love to him.He knows that this is a way for readers to express their love, and he is also willing to communicate with readers, so basically he will reply to everything he sees.

There were a lot of bits and pieces of news, Xia Xinghe replied very seriously to each one, and when the message board was finally cleared, the car was almost at the stop.

He casually swiped through the homepage again, liked a few interesting videos of cute pets, and a Weibo message suddenly popped up.

[@nsxhss0905: sorry just saw this now. ]

[@nsxhss0905: Congrats on finishing. ]

[@nsxhss0905: Recently on a business trip, going home today. ]

It turned out to be the old reader who sent him a message!

Xia Xinghe had been looking forward to his reply since the last time he sent him a message, and now that he finally got it, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

[@竹枝: Thank you~]

[@竹枝: It feels like your work is very hard, come on. ]

[@nsxhss0905: Thank you. ]

Xia Xinghe replied with a cute emoji, and then did not reply to the convenience.It was clearly a cold attitude that couldn't be more cold, but Xia Xinghe's smile never disappeared.

The gibberish reader is like an old friend of his, they don't chat much, but as long as he's around, he's reassuring.

"The next stop is the Central Hospital Station. Passengers transferring at this station should get off from the left door. Be careful of the gap on the platform and pay attention to the safety of your feet."

The announcement in the subway brought Xia Xinghe back to his thoughts. When he arrived at his destination, he put his mobile phone in his bag and got out of the car according to the instruction of the announcement.

After crossing the small garden with dense vegetation, they came to the secluded and deep wall of the family area. The dog had been waiting for Xia Xinghe for a long time.

As soon as he saw him, the big pure white dog immediately wagged its tail excitedly. If there wasn't an iron railing blocking it, Xia Xinghe had no doubt that it would jump directly on him.

"noob!"

Xia Xinghe smiled and waved to it, then walked towards him quickly.

Xiaobai was Xia Xinghe's name for this dog. He didn't know what it was called, so he gave him a random nickname.Unexpectedly, this dog was exceptionally smart, and soon realized that Xia Xinghe was calling him. Although it wasn't his name, he would still respond to Xia Xinghe every time.

"Wang Wang!"

Xiao Bai yelled happily, with his forearms resting on the railing.Xia Xinghe approached, kneading his fluffy head, the soft and fluffy hair slipped through his fingertips, Xia Xinghe bent his eyes, and praised, "Good boy."

"Wang!"

Xiaobai seemed to understand, and immediately sat down obediently, staring at Xia Xinghe with a pair of wet eyes, pure and charming, making Xia Xinghe's heart melt into a puddle of water.

Many small animals are like this. On the surface, they are indifferent and unapproachable, as if they are wrapped in a thick shell, but once they get acquainted with you, they will show you their soft belly without any grudges.

Xia Xinghe squatted down, stroked Xiaobai's spine all the way down to the tip of its fluffy tail.Xiaobai likes to rub his belly, turned over again, gently took Xia Xinghe's hand in his mouth and put it on his belly, those bright eyes seemed to tell Xia Xinghe: "Touch me quickly, touch me quickly. "

This kind of enthusiasm made it impossible to refuse, Xia Xinghe kneaded for a while, his arms were a little sore, and then he took out various toys from his bag.What Xiaobai likes most is one of the yellow frisbees. After seeing it, he immediately stands up and is ready to fly out.

"Xiaobai! Go!"

Xia Xinghe gave an order and threw the frisbee with one hand.Xiaobai rushed out like a white sword, and ran back happily.He likes to play this kind of game very much, and he has a smile on his face when he comes back.

Samoyed looks like a wolf or a fox. When he is sullen, he is serious, but when he is happy, he looks different. His pink tongue sticks out, his mouth is open, and there are stars in his wet eyes. .

Xia Xinghe tossed it a few more times, Xiaobai's reaction was quick and sensitive.

Again.

one more time.

For the last time, Xiaobai ran back happily with the Frisbee in his mouth, but stopped in the middle of the run.Its fluffy ears perked up, and the smile on its face disappeared immediately, returning to its usual haughty and indifferent vigor.

For a moment, as if remembering something, he quickly hid the frisbee in the grass next to him.

Pretty smart.

Xia Xinghe had a premonition that his master might be coming, so he hurriedly looked up into the yard.

He has always wanted to see who is the person who raised such a smart dog, and he had high expectations for the person who came, but he did not expect that the person he least wanted to think about appeared in front of him.

"Bai Qingzhou?"

Xia Xinghe couldn't help but frowned, "Why are you here?"

Although it was a question sentence, he had already guessed the answer in his heart.

It's just that fate really loves to play jokes on him, and wants to involve him and Bai Qingzhou again and again.

Sure enough, Bai Qingzhou walked two meters away from him, looked at him indifferently, and spoke indifferently.

"That should be my question to you," he said, "Why are you standing in front of my house and teasing my dog?"