Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 39: Change of Style
outside the window.

Zhao Juan seemed to have heard what she said. She whispered to Chen Na, "I've seen a movie before called 'Pay It Forward'."

"It tells the story of a little boy who helped three people without asking for anything in return. He only asked the people to help three more people, and the story continued like this," Zhao Juan said. "The protagonist changed the world."

"Is it good?" Chen Na thought her friend was recommending a movie, so she said, "Then I'll go back and watch it. I wonder if I can download it with Xunlei."

"Actually, I think the method in the movie is pretty good," said Zhao Juan.

"That's a movie. The reality is that it may be interrupted at any time." Chen Na said incisively.

"Yeah, I think so too," Zhao Juan nodded, and continued, "But I also have an idea that can change the world. Last week, I saw an old lady crossing the crosswalk, but she was walking too slowly, and the green light turned red, so I went over to help her cross the crosswalk."

"Then what?" Chen Na gestured to get to the point.

"My grandfather is not in good health. It would be great if someone could help him if he encountered difficulties outside," Zhao Juan said. "So my plan is to help the elderly who can be helped outside. Then when my grandparents encounter difficulties, they will also be helped. This can also change the country and the world."

"Why do I feel that what you are doing is even less reliable than the one who helped the three people in the movie?" Chen Na muttered.

Seeing her friend was hit hard, Chen Na immediately changed her tone, "It's still good, but how are you going to let most people know about this? What if I help you, but others don't know about it, it's useless."

This is indeed a big loophole, and tacit understanding alone is not enough. Zhao Juan couldn't think of a solution for a moment.

Let's be honest, most of us have thought about changing the world, right? But when did you give up on that idea?
Gu Lu didn't know that his chicken soup had ignited a fire in a classmate's heart.

After school, he went home happily.

"Giving an interview has triggered a new book. Who says good fortune never comes in pairs? Ding ding ding ding, good fortune is coming one after another, isn't it?" Gu Lu was in a good mood.

But he was unhappy when he returned home.

"Don't you have any sense of public morality?" Little Gu was very angry because the mineral water bottles he had saved for a long time disappeared.

The old six-story building has no elevator. The corridor at the corner of the stairs is quite spacious, and the residents upstairs and downstairs would place some miscellaneous items that they don't need but are reluctant to throw away.

The only downside is that too much clutter will block the sunlight.

At the corner where Gu Lu was standing, there was a pile of bed boards that had been replaced by the family downstairs. They had not been moved for two years and were covered with thick dust.

All the plastic bottles that the original owner had accumulated were crushed and put into a snakeskin bag, which was then stuffed into the gap.

But now, the dust is still there, but the snakeskin bag is gone.

"Fortunately, I made money, otherwise I can't imagine how sad I would be." Gu Lu sighed.

"I hope you, the one who stole my bottle, fall to death while walking!" Gu Lu cursed viciously, but then he thought that falling to death was a bit too serious.

"Forget it, I still hope you break your leg while walking!" Gu Lu was making plans at home.

I will be attending the finals of the Ye Shengtao Cup this Saturday, and I have to go to the bank to withdraw some money tomorrow at noon to keep with me.

It's better to have money with you when you go out.

On the other hand, Gu Lu's submission also began to be reviewed.

[The love that can only be felt by touch, hearing and a faint sense of smell is a love hidden in the dark world. It is definitely not a worldly thing, but a love song from the devil’s kingdom. …]
Editor Lao Li cursed inwardly, "Oh no! He was obsessed with changing the writing style. The first sentence was incomprehensible. What kind of love song is this from the Devil's Kingdom?

Besides, isn’t it funny that a junior high school student is writing about love?

He had led a good seedling astray, and he felt guilty again.

Putting down the ceramic cup in his hand, Lao Li was not in the mood to do the necessary action before reading the manuscript - drinking tea and spitting out the tea leaves. But after reading an article, Lao Li felt creepy and his hair stood on end.

[Madam, I think you have understood that the sweetheart I mentioned (please forgive this unforgivable offense) is actually you. Since your husband bought my chair from the second-hand store in Fuling, I have been admiring you and devoting endless love to you.] This sentence in particular is very uncomfortable.

It’s not scary if a person hides in a chair. What’s scary is that the hiding person still wants to see you!

Let’s look back at the sentence at the beginning of this article that has no beginning or end…

"Fuck!" Old Li couldn't help cursing, "Ai Lian, Ai Ni Ma Hua Ge Lian."

"What's wrong with Editor Li?" Everyone around looked over at the same time.

"I read an article and was shocked." Lao Li explained and drank some tea to calm himself.

Probably because he was too shocked, he even drank the broken tea leaves. Lao Li continued to read other articles.

"Ichi-inch Master": Who is that? On the hill near the tent, a child-like figure danced with his back to the moon. His lantern-like figure was dancing wildly while holding a round object like a watermelon.

《Inhuman Love》: Staring intently, there was a trace of blood on the half of the doll's lip that I had smashed. The blood seemed to be spit out from her body, dripping onto the arm of her husband who was holding her neck, and a strange smile of a dying person appeared on his face.

"What happened to Gu Lu? What happened to Gu Lu?"

Such confusion filled Lao Li's heart. He was no longer worried that the good seedling would grow astray. Now he was more worried about Gu Lu's mental state.

The plots of these stories and the visuals they present are considered abnormal even in the world of mental insanity!

An Inch Master with dwarfism holding something that looks like a watermelon but is actually a human head, dancing wildly under the moon... Imagine this scene.

Then the wife discovered her husband was cheating on her and thought the person he was cheating on her with was a shameless little bitch, but it turns out the person he was cheating on her with was a doll - who might as well have been some little bitch.

The angry wife smashed the doll, and the husband committed suicide with the doll.

Old Li rubbed his forehead. This time the story had both narrative appeal and novelty.

"The draft price of this manuscript is 150 yuan." Lao Li had talked to the editor-in-chief before and raised Gu Lu's price to 130 yuan.

But that was based on the premise that the story line of Gu Lu's short story was weak. Now this shortcoming has been made up, and Lao Li is also a man with children, so he also wants better treatment for Gu Lu.

"But... can a person's writing style change so much?" Lao Li decided to read it carefully again. The writing style of this submission was strange, and some of the descriptions made people feel sympathetic. It was not completely related to the previous thoughtful and concise writing style, but it was also completely unrelated.

Lao Li soon found some clues and smiled like a winner.

I have reviewed Gu Lu's manuscript before and found that he likes to use "or" and "end", two words that are rarely used in daily life.

Compared with "or", more commonly used are: either, either, or.

Compared with "finally", more commonly used words are: finally, finally, and ending.

For example, in the passage “A man traveling with stickers” [Around 6pm, I took a train from Quanzhou Station back to Donglai City. I don’t know if it was a coincidence or if the trains in that area were always like this, but the second-class carriage I took was as empty as a church on weekdays…]
"Except for these two usage habits, I really can't find any other differences. It seems like the work of two different people." Old Li soon thought of a suitable reason.

Gu Lu is still young, and he had not yet determined his writing style when he was in his teens, so it was natural for him to change his style.

"Actually, this style of writing is suitable for writing horror novels." Old Li murmured to himself. Isn't it a coincidence that he also knows the editor of the horror novel magazine "Horror".

Gu Lu, this cunning boy, not only has a special habit of using words in his submissions, but he also uses it consistently in Ye Shengtao's "Echoing Shadow".

(End of this chapter)