Chapter 1280

Li qingti has been eating in Baifeng Pavilion, and her thoughts are surging. She can't help it.

The novels written have the posture of writing one book by one.

Early divination.

After the canonization, Li qingti drifted away.

Specifically, Li qingti's novels were not so popular in the past. He didn't make so much money. He could only afford two rooms and one living room.

After paying off the mortgage every month, having dinner and paying the property utilities, Li qingti will have little money.

If he doesn't go on writing novels, he is likely to starve to death.

At that time, Li qingti didn't need the editor to urge the manuscript. He would take the initiative to find the editor himself.

"Xiaoding, Xiaoding, I wrote the beginning of this book again. Would you like to have a look?"

Which book was about to end, Li qingti was in a hurry to open the next one and tried to save the manuscript.

After opening the book, the word "duangeng" has never had anything to do with Li qingti.

Without a hundred thousand copies, Li qingti will be anxious and can't sleep.

After the fire, Li qingti didn't need money.

After finishing the novel in his hand, the editor Xiaoding naturally asked, "what's next?"

Li qingti doesn't return Xiaoding's news.

Xiao Ding called him directly: "when will you give me the beginning of the next book?"

"Ah? I won't write." Li qingti said, "I'm going to rest for a while, empty window period, and let myself charge."

There's nothing wrong with that. Xiao Ding and Li qingti have worked together for so many years. They also think he's really hard. He should take a vacation and have a good rest.

"OK, then relax."

A week passed, another week passed, a month passed.

There was still no news from Li qingti. Xiaoding couldn't bear to call and ask, "has the beginning of the new book been written yet?"

"Don't worry, I'm still charging. I'll write it in a few days."

A few days later, Xiaoding found that he couldn't get through, let alone wechat QQ.

Li qingti lost contact.

Xiaoding silently blocked the door of Li qingti's house on a sunny noon.

Sure enough, at ten past twelve, Li Qing came back from a dizzy walk with three oranges and two pears in his hand.

This is Li Qing's constant habit. After lunch every day, he will throw away the garbage, take a walk in the community and buy some snacks in the afternoon or evening.

"Da Da, how much has the new book been written?" Xiaoding suddenly came out and scared Li qingti awake. As long as he opened the door, he could lie down and take a nap.

As soon as the editor appeared, the sleepy man was scared away.

"Ah, well, I've got a clue. I'll write it right away."

The relationship between the author and the editor is that students and teachers will be nervous as long as they see the unconscious.

Xiao Ding is sincere on the surface, but he despises it in the heart: "I will still believe you, you bastard author!"

"What time is it now?"

Writers, fiction writers, what are they best at?

Play word games, of course.

Extremely good at fooling editors, and what are editors good at?

It has long been clear that the author's urination can protect their self-esteem at ordinary times. When necessary, they will not give in.

"Today is Thursday, how about next week?" Li qingti saw Xiao Ding sneer and immediately changed her tone: "that must be no good. I will write it to you at the weekend?"

Xiaoding still sneers. Li qingti hasn't written for 43 days.

"Tomorrow, I'll go to bed early tonight. I'll write it tomorrow and send it to you before six."

"What do you send me? Is it the creative direction of the text, or the first 10000 words?"

It's really hard to fool.

"The creative direction of Wen. I've been working too hard recently. Brother song is not here. I'm hungry and thin. My spirit is not very good. I can't eat brother song's food. I have no inspiration."

Bang Dang!

Yang Song, who was far away in the northeast, was thrown out of the pot.

"If brother song hears you say that, I don't know if he will put you on the blacklist?" This is a threat.

How can the editorial appointment not be threatened?

"Don't lie to me. In the last book, brother song is not in Los Angeles. Don't you end well?"

The ending of Li qingti's last book triggered discussion among readers.

The heat has been hanging in the reader circle for a month.

This situation can be said to be rare.

Generally speaking, when the article is over, the heat will drop. However, Li qingti said that it is still on the best-selling list and high praise list.

In this case, how suitable is it to open another book?

Li qingti just didn't do it.

Xiao Ding: "open the door. I'm looking at you. Today I have to decide on the creative topic selection and the detailed outline of 10000 words at the beginning. I'll write 10000 words tomorrow. Then you can make a good plan for the planning outline at the weekend and write another 10000 words. From next Monday, I'll start saving the draft, just next month."

Everything is just arranged.

Li qingti yawned: "I don't want to write, I can't write, I want to sleep."

Lack of money is the driving force driving him to write honestly.

It's not bad for money. Yang Song is not here. Li qingti has no place to spend money at all.

He is not poor, so he is lazy not to write books.

Xiaoding hehe: "it's not that brother song doesn't come back when he goes out to practice. Do you think brother song will cook more dishes when he comes back? It's estimated that the menus of Baifeng Pavilion can be printed into books. What's the taste?"

"Of course, it's more delicious. Brother song has high requirements for himself. He goes to practice his cooking. Although our food is very lonely, we still support him very much. Brother song's cooking must be better than it is now when he returns. No one doubts this."

Yang Song: "he's right. I don't doubt it myself."

Xiaoding smiled coldly: "brother song is so good at cooking that he has to work hard to practice his cooking. What about you?"

Li qingti: "

Why did the topic turn to him?

He felt a little scared.

Xiaoding continued: "who do you think is more powerful in the field of fiction than brother song in the field of cooking?"

"Of course it's brother song. I'm just beginning." Li Qing is still aware of his weight.

There are many great gods in fiction.

"Brother song is so excellent and is working hard. What about you? What's the qualification for not writing for 43 days? Who gives you courage and confidence?"

"The song is rusty without practicing for a day. You haven't written for 43 days. I almost doubt you can't write novels!"

"How is this possible?"

"Hehe, brother song may not cook for 43 days?"

Li qingti was speechless.

Yang song can never stop practicing cooking.

"You take brother song as an example and disgrace your example?"

"I remember that brother Song said that he was waiting to read your masterpiece. Don't you want to give brother song the best one?"

Li qingti thought that he always wanted to take the best book to Yang Song.

Unfortunately, he hasn't written it yet.

For more than 40 days, Li qingti didn't want to write a book, but he was suffering from procrastination.

Today, tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow have dragged the editor here.

"I'll write it now!"