After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 182 Those youthful days that I can’t go back

When we were young, we always longed to grow up, but when we grew up, we wanted to go back to childhood. From longing to dreaming of youth, we experienced growth, but managed life.

"Yeah. We win! We win!"

The sound of children celebrating happily awakened Chen Tianhong from his memories.

Whether it is the winning side or the losing side, the children are very happy. Their desire to win or lose is not as strong as that of adults. If you lose this time, you can win back next time.

This is the real enjoyment game. Because of this, they can play freely and live every day carefree.

Looking at the innocent smiles of the children, Chen Tianhong also smiled. He did not feel too much emotion, but just missed some of the past events of his childhood in his previous life.

But I still have to thank these children, at least let Chen Tianhong determine which one to choose for the next youth novel.

As for the song "The Machine Spirit, Cutting Kitchen Knife" that I remembered, he didn't plan to write it in this world, just keep the song as his own memories. If he remembered something, he would write something, it would be too tiring.

"It's better to build a small playground for these children in the village after a while. It can be regarded as the gift of stewing chicken after eating so many fruits from the villagers these days."

Chen Tianhong thought to himself that the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible. The children's playground couldn't cost much money, and it was almost the same as tens of thousands.

For him now, more than 100,000 is really okay.

At that time, there will be fewer electronic products in the amusement park. Chen Tianhong doesn’t want to do bad things with kindness, and he doesn’t want traditional games like “machine spirit, chopping kitchen knife” to be abandoned by children.

After watching the children play other games for a while, Chen Tianhong's stomach had almost digested the food. He got up and left the old yushu and returned to his farmhouse.

As soon as he entered the door, Chen Tianhong smelled the strong fragrance. This was the aroma of stewing pheasants. It seemed that grandma had already started.

When stewing pheasants, boil them over high heat, then add some side dishes such as wild mountain mushrooms, black fungus, wolfberry, etc., then cook them slowly over low heat, cook for a few hours, and then you can enjoy the delicious food.

Chen Tianhong walked to the kitchen and wanted to help his grandma get a fight, but his grandma stuffed a few more apples and drove them out.

Chen Tianhong, who could not resist his grandmother, had to return to the house. He did not continue to eat apples, after all, he would have to have a big meal later.

It was just idle, and it was time to surprise the female fans. Chen Tianhong turned on the computer again and created a new blank document. The first line he typed was "Those Youths I Can't Go Back"

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the sunset begins to pour out. The villagers have spent a pleasant day, and the chimneys of each household begin to flutter wisps of smoke. This is the most ordinary fireworks in the world, but it also hides the warmest and most steadily happiness.

Grandma Chen lifted the lid of the pot again and saw that the chicken inside had been stewed very hard. Then she picked up the big white porcelain bowl that had been washed aside and filled it with a full bowl.

After the meal, Grandma Chen did not shout out for her grandson to have dinner, but walked to Chen Tianhong's room with a big white porcelain bowl.

Seeing that her grandson was still trying to type in the computer, Grandma Chen showed a look of heartache on her face. She knew that her grandson was writing books and that she knew that her grandson was now a writer.

However, while Grandma Chen was proud of it, she was also worried that her grandson would be exhausted. She heard that writing books was very tiring.

"The wild pheasant is very nutritious but does not nourish the brain. I will give Tianhong some brain replenishment tomorrow."

Grandma Chen was thinking in her heart.

At this moment, Chen Tianhong, who was immersed in the code, finally turned around by the strong fragrance.

After seeing the big white porcelain bowl in his grandmother's hand, he hurriedly got up and took it, then cursed himself inwardly, and really regarded himself as a young master. He even had to bring his grandmother to eat.

"Tianhong, just eat in the house, eat more, there is still in the pot."

"Yeah, grandma, yours?"

"Mine is in the kitchen. You eat yours."

Grandma Chen urged Chen Tianhong to eat the chicken quickly. After seeing her grandson start to move her chopsticks, she left the room with satisfaction and walked to the kitchen to prepare for her own supper.

Chen Tianhong did not just enjoy the deliciousness of the wild pheasant. He found something was wrong.

The white porcelain bowl that grandma used for him to hold was very large. It was actually about the same size as the small soup basin in the city. It was nothing, because the bowls in the countryside were originally a little larger.

What’s wrong is that this white porcelain bowl is full of chicken, with only a few side dishes. According to the size of the wild pheasant, most of its body is in the white porcelain bowl.

"Uncle Li brought a wild mountain ** this time. If there is meat in the pot as my grandmother said, then what would she eat!"

The more Chen Tianhong thought about it, the more something was wrong. He didn't bother to pick up the meat, so he chose to carry the bowl and walk to the kitchen.

After arriving at the kitchen, Chen Tianhong saw his grandmother sitting on a small chair, holding a white porcelain bowl in her hand and eating it. However, the white porcelain bowl in her hand was half smaller than Chen Tianhong's, which is normal. After all, her grandmother is older and her appetite is definitely not as good as that of young people.

When Chen Tianhong approached and looked closely, his nose became sore and his eyes turned red.

I saw that in my grandma's white porcelain bowl, I couldn't see the meat at first glance. Apart from the soup, the rest were wild mountain mushrooms, black fungus, and carrots.

"Grandma. Why don't you eat meat?"

Chen Tianhong said choked and as he spoke, he picked the chicken from his bowl and pulled it into his grandma's bowl.

Grandma Chen blocked her bowl and stopped Chen Tianhong from plucking meat.

"Tianhong, you eat it. Grandma doesn't like to eat meat, you eat more!"

Chen Tianhong insisted on placing it. He knew that grandma's words were false, and she wanted to eat more, or wait until she finished eating.

It was not until he said, Grandma, if you don’t eat it, then I won’t eat it anymore. Grandma Chen agreed, but she did not ask her grandson to put it in the bowl, but instead went to the pot to restock a few pieces of chicken.

The reason is actually very simple. She puts the best ones for her grandson, and the ones in the pot are a little slower.

Chen Tianhong did not go back to his room and chose to eat with his grandmother in the kitchen. He was worried that when he returned to the room, his grandmother put the meat back into the pot.

Chen Tianhong can remember this meal for the rest of his life, and this is also the best meal he has ever eaten, because the white porcelain bowl contains not wild pheasants, but grandma's love.

At the same time, Chen Tianhong made a decision in his heart that he must be filial to his grandmother.

And he also understood this filial piety, and in fact he just came back to see it often and stayed with his grandmother.

Because for the elderly, money is not important at all. What they need most is the company of their children and grandchildren, that's all.

After dinner, Chen Tianhong said something with his grandmother for a long time before returning to his room.

Chen Tianhong, who returned to the room, was not interested in typing. He planned to rest early and get up early tomorrow to walk with his grandmother in the small mountain village, and spend more time with his grandmother.

But if you don’t code, you still have to publish new books, and fans are also very important.

Chen Tianhong turned on the computer, logged into the author's background, selected a large-sized new book, and then copied and pasted the saved manuscript and clicked upload.

However, this time he uploaded the new book, he did not publish all the manuscripts at one time, only 10,000 words.

Because the total number of words in this book is only more than 300,000 words, if you write as much as you write, it will take less than two weeks to complete the book.

Instead of being urged by fans to open a new book, it is better to be steady and steady.

The exquisite room was filled with the fragrant smell of instant noodles. A young girl about 25 or 26 years old was eating instant noodles while watching the TV series on her tablet.

"What's this film? It's also a youth film. The hero and heroine care about falling in love every day and don't study. She can even rank first and second in the school every time she takes the exam. It's so outrageous. We didn't feel so easy when we were studying in school. It's far worse than "The Best Us". It's unrealistic at all. She won't watch bad movies."

Pan Sijie complained unhappily, but she said this, and the TV series still didn't matter.

There is no way, other TV series are worse, in comparison, this TV series can still be watched. After all, not every TV series is as high-quality as "The Best Us".

More than ten minutes later, after watching the latest episode, Pan Sijie closed the tablet and looked at the half bucket of instant noodles left in her hand. She was a little excited and had no interest in eating it.

"Oh, I heard that "Hello Old Times" has been filmed, when will it be released? There is also this guy Hongwen, who writes "The Legend of Mortals in Cultivation" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" every day. That's a book that we girls can read! It's been so long since we haven't written a youth novel, and the donkeys in the production team dare not rest like this."

The last sentence was not very elegant. After saying it, Pan Sijie spat on her. Fortunately, she lived on her own and there was no one in the room.

Pan Sijie can be said to be an elite in society. She is a female white-collar worker. She graduated from graduate school and can go to the hall, go to the kitchen, can afford to drive a car, and rent a new house.

As for why I eat instant noodles, the reason is very simple. It’s not that I can’t make it, but that there is no one who is worth cooking, because I can handle it no matter how I eat myself and don’t have to be so exquisite.

Pan Sijie is one of Hongwen’s vast female fans, and is also in the fan group. She is also the main member of @公司有司 in the group every day.

She has always hoped that Hongwen could write another youth novel, preferably a novel that could surpass its current works.

For example, it would be great to continue the nostalgic and plain style in "The Best of Us", plus the growth experience of the heroine in "Hello Old Times", and the young and secret love in "Secret Love for Oranges in Huainan".

If Hongwen really wrote such a youth novel, he would definitely be the best youth writer. At least, Pan Sijie thought so.

She looked at the time and it was only 8 o'clock in the evening. Now she was resting too early. Young people should have the daily routine of young people, otherwise they could be called young people!

"Summon the sisters and continue to go to the group @Hongwen. urge to write, urge to write!"

Pan Sijie casually put the instant noodles in her hand on the table, then went to her bag to take out her cell phone, intending to start a new round of battle.

As a result, when she took out her mobile phone to log in to the TT account, she found that there were not too many group messages. Usually, the group messages were already 9999+ at this point, and today it was more than half missing.

After opening the message, just a look, Pan Sijie immediately exited the TT number and quickly clicked to open the Qingcheng app. The whole operation was like a flowing flow.

"Hongwen has released a new book! This guy is getting more and more out of the way. He secretly sent the book without a sound, and he doesn't inform him in advance. Humph, the arrogant little man. But I like it."

Amid her own contempt, Pan Sijie found Hongwen's new book, and she was looking forward to it.

There are always some time that I have to find that it has been deeply engraved in my memory after the past.

Opening the old album, memories come to your face, childhood games, ignorant love in youth, struggle ideals in youth, and vicissitudes of experience in middle age.

The boy at that time had grown up, and the flying and unrestrained youth gradually left us, with a mottled heart in his chest.

But the warmth that transcends time flows in my heart and will never fade.

Please pick up this book and find our youth that is exclusive to us. There is a microcosm of the era in the book, which is a unique growth memory for a generation.

I would like to dedicate this book to you and me, and to our exclusive memories.

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"Those youths that I can't go back"

After reading the title and introduction, Pan Sijie began to guess the content and style of this book. Judging from the title, the style of this book should be mainly nostalgic.

Judging from the introduction, the content should be the same as "Hello Old Times", the protagonist goes from childhood to youth

"Those youthful days that cannot be returned, the growth memories of a generation. Nostalgia! No, not only should there be growth experience. This is a youth novel, so there is love. Is there any secret love in love?"

Thinking about it, Pan Sijie was very excited. She felt that Hongwen's new book might be a novel that integrates the Zhenhua trilogy and three styles. This is what she has always been looking forward to, but whether it is like this is the case, and she still has to read the main text to know.

And she couldn't wait.

At the same time, many people either turn on their phones or computers, and start reading this book "Youth I Can't Go Back".

As for the content of this book, it is impossible to see whether it is as Pan Sijie thought, just from the short chapters at the beginning.

But what is certain is that the news that Hongwen published a new book can attract a lot of popularity.

On the literary forum, related posts have begun to fly all over the sky. Needless to say, the Youth Group has already been reviewed and commented as soon as possible.

However, what is surprising is that the popular posts on the forum's homepage are not youth group posts, but martial arts group posts.

It is Wen Congwu’s commentary post [The Battle between the Two Heavens], and the reason why this post was topped on the homepage is still related to Hongwen’s new book.

Many book friends left messages on this post saying that Hongwen wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and that in order to regain their face, they released a new book.

This speculation from book friends is not without reason. After all, judging from the current updated plot, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is not as good as "Tiansha Lonely Star", and the rating is still far ahead of "Tiansha Lonely Star".

Besides, everyone knows that Hongwen became famous by writing youth novels. There are really few writers who can surpass Hongwen at present. It can even be said that no one can surpass it, and at most it remains the same.

Some people agree with it, so naturally some people refute it. Most of the people who refute it are Hongwen's fans, such as snow fans, mortal fans, etc.

It was their quarrel that put the post on the hot search on the homepage. It was not until the poster Wen Congwu was bombed out and said a passage that the war was temporarily extinguished.

That's what he said.

[Half a martial arts novelist]: Book friends, I would like to thank you for your wave first! Thank you for letting me score twice, and the post was on the home page of the forum again.

After reading everyone's argument, I will give me my personal opinion.

The collapse of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" must not have collapsed, but the protagonist Duan Yu is indeed a bit unpleasant. The calculations of the four evil people are really not technical. Compared with the plot of "The Lonely Star of the World", this conspiracy is simply too pediatric, so it is not ruled out that Hongwen publishes a new book to save himself.

But, don’t worry about defining it. It’s the weekend tomorrow. The latest episode of the two books will be released. After reading the plot tomorrow, you will know the result!

If the plot of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" still has no improvement. Or there are no other highlights, it proves that Hongwen may have really shifted his energy and devoted himself to writing his youth novels. By the way, there are also fairy tales novels.

In the study, Sima Beijie was wearing reading glasses and writing on white paper with a pen. He was writing the follow-up manuscript of "Tiansha Lonely Star".

Although there are still manuscripts left, we have to prepare for it! He is not like Hongwen, who can write more than 100,000 words in a day when he is on the computer.

At this time, his son Junlin walked in, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong? Xiao Chao?"

It was Sima Beijie who saw his son and asked first.

"Dad, I have a question to ask. Do you think the subsequent plot of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" can be written well?"

Junlin was also visiting the literature forum just now. He learned that Hongwen had posted a new book and saw the quarrel among book friends.

His thoughts were the same as those of the Wen Congwu. He definitely did not collapse, but the plot was indeed poor, and the subsequent plot was not easy to predict, so he came to ask his father.

After all, ginger is still so spicy!

"Haha, I have to ask that brat about this question, but, son, don't worry. If you believe your dad, the plot I wrote will definitely be more exciting than him."

Sima Beijie thought his son was worried about him.

He is reading every issue of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". If he has to comment, then four words will gradually improve.

But that's it. As long as "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" does not change the protagonist or the style, his "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" can steadily suppress one end.

Junlin pursed his lips and did not continue to ask. In fact, what he wanted to tell his father was that Hongwen had opened a new book. He would start writing books three times. Even if he wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" worse than "The Lonely Star of the World", he seemed to be the king of uncrowned.

However, seeing his father's appearance, Jun Lin didn't say it until he died. His father has aged a lot recently and cannot stimulate him.

"Dad, why don't I use the computer to help you type. You can tell the words directly and I use the keyboard to type, which is much faster than your handwriting."

Junlin changed the topic. Of course, he felt a little distressed when he saw his father writing the manuscript.

In fact, Sima Beijie can also use computers, just type on the keyboard, it’s okay not to say it. Anyway, it’s even slower than Xiang Anran at the time.

Sima Beijie was about to refuse, but after thinking about it, he nodded in agreement.

Because he felt that his son's kindness could not be rejected. Besides, this was a good opportunity to enhance his relationship with his son.

So next, a warm scene appeared in the study. The father was kind and the son was filial.

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(End of this chapter)