Shangdao Qingyu took a deep breath, picked up the coffee next to him and started drinking it. This was the coffee that was poured into the cup at the beginning. It was so hot at that time, but because I was too obsessed with reading novels, I forgot to drink it, which made it now become cold. The brown coffee touched Shangdao Qingyu's lips. Although it was okay to drink cold coffee this summer, the air conditioner was on in the room. I felt a little frowned and didn't take it away. I just took a sip.

After moistening his throat, Shangdao Qingyu began to look at it seriously.

I started reading Xiao Liu's novels again and had a different feeling. The roughness in the words is the most primitive enjoyment, and I can directly face the storm of the words. Sometimes I suddenly become more refined, like a small attic, a chain of waterways, beautiful scenery, fresh air, and heart-wrenching. This change is shocking, but unexpectedly, I feel that it seems to be natural.

What a touching blue that makes people feel heart-warming, pure and almost transparent, this is the color that comes from the heart. It makes people feel the supreme enjoyment.

What a bright and dazzling red that it is, bloody and depressing. This is the most cruel style. It makes people feel extremely depressing.

When reading Xiao Liu's novels, Shangdao Qingyu always has different feelings.

However, she didn't think that this feeling was so bad. On the contrary, it was something that other novels could not do. This was the power of a real master, which could perfectly stir the readers' emotions.

Xiao Liu did this, although it seemed a bit rough and particularly tender in other places - if you let Shangdao Qingyu tell me, what is the childish and what is the rough. She couldn't say it, as an editor, the precise positioning that she could do. Facing Xiao Liu's novels at this level, she had lost her original ability. She just relied on the original sixth sense of her profession to feel this. An indescribable disharmony and imperfection. If you really want to say it, it was a bit intentional searching for trouble. But no matter what, Shangdao Qingyu always felt that it really existed.

However, this does not seem to affect the excitement of Xiaoliu's novel. Even if you know the progress of the story, you still feel great enjoyment. When some plots are about to face a turning point, even if you know the next process, you are still full of expectations, as if you will feel a new style again - classic works are often read endlessly, and even if you read them many times, you still feel that they are still classic. Obviously, Xiaoliu's novels have already had the initial prototype of this aspect.

In fact, Shangdao Qingyu did not dare to tell Xiao Liu about these things because she felt flawed just because she felt it, but she could not correct them. Some of them would only cause headaches from the writer without any use.

Not only that, Xiao Liu's novels are also good enough to cover up this inexplicable flaw. There is no need to say it out. There has always been only praise.

If Qingyu Shangdao was really confused and told about this, Xiao Liu might have a look of silence, because he already knew.

Xiao Liu knew that the biggest flaw of his novel is the lack of the beauty of the sequence of words.

Xiao Liu has always felt that writing style is about the plot, the words, and the characters. However, when all these are done, the writing style begins to be sublimated again, which is a different state and there will be different withdrawals.

The beauty of the text sequence is what that level pursues. The master's writing style, every stroke, will make people feel round and free and perfect. This is not only a talent, but also the most instinctive ability to understand after writing numerical sentences. Unfortunately, Xiao Liu does not have this ability. Although the plot he created is exciting enough, he still lacks the master's background, which is inevitable, but he is still growing.

So, when I saw Slave of Money 2, I felt that the plot was impeccable, but in other aspects, there seemed to be a kind of sublimation?

Shangdao Qingyu spent half a day reading Xiaoliu's novels. Before he knew it, the sky was dark, and Shangdao Qingyu sent an email to Xiaoliu.

"Super perfect! Teacher Xiao Liu's novel is indeed very exciting and impeccable! I didn't understand the final ending. Later, I read it carefully again, but I still didn't understand it, but I seemed to understand something again. I was really a little depressed. I wonder if Teacher Xiao Liu can explain some to me when I have time? Of course, this manuscript is 100% better. I have notified the above and asked them to arrange the subsequent promotion of Teacher Xiao Liu's novel! Please leave it to us with confidence, Teacher Xiao Liu!"

Click to send, Shangdao Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, Shangdao Qingyu got up, stretched and prepared to go out to eat something. After sitting for a long time, he was already a little hungry. At this time, it became more and more obvious, and his stomach almost started to protest. However, the moment he stood up, the sound of an email receipt came from the computer.

Shangdao Qingyu was stunned for a moment, looked at the display screen, and saw that this was the message Xiao Liu replied, which was really fast!

At this time, Xiao Liu was on the Internet and drawing cartoons. When she saw the email from Qingyu on Shangdao, she replied - of course soon.

However, Shangdao Qingyu didn't know this. She just felt that Xiao Liu's message reply speed was simply fast. She immediately focused on opening the email and saw what Teacher Xiao Liu's reply was.

However, what she didn't expect was that Xiao Liu's reply was only one word.

"Um."

"Hmm... um?" Shangdao Qingyu looked at Xiao Liu's email receipt on the display screen, and was stunned for a long time before finally confirming that Xiao Liu really only replied to this word.

"Did Teacher Xiao Liu reply only one word?" Qingyu Shangdao said with some confusion: "At least reply to me 'I understand' - etc. There is only one word. It's really personality, just like the protagonist he created. But when you think about it this way, what kind of protagonist is there, it seems that you can see what kind of author?"

Xiao Liu didn't know that her one-word reply made Qingyu Shangdao sigh so much. If she knew, she would write polite words like thank you.

At this time, Xiao Liu was drawing a blow to the man.

"So boring!"

Zhenbai next to him ran to Xiao Liu's room because he was too bored and couldn't help but say this.

Because Zhenbai just came back, he didn't go to draw immediately. Anyway, there were still some manuscripts - so he was inevitably a little bored at this time. (To be continued...)

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