Comeback
The first chapter of the author Ran Yuan's new work, "What is the Crime of the King?" is as follows:
"His slanted, cloud-like bangs gradually grow to chin level, his loose hair is gathered on the left, and a pearl earring pops out. I look up at his face—his face is like a pear blossom covered in morning dew, but his eyes are a bit rude, unceremoniously grabbing the focus of others' attention to his own face, forcing others to willingly drown in his gaze. Then, he purses his thin lips and glances at you provocatively yet innocently.
It's nice to say, but please don't embellish it too much. It was just an eye roll, though one has to admit that some people can do it beautifully. So what if it was beautiful? This was the fifth eye roll in half an hour. Song Yiran couldn't stand it any longer. He looked back at Jing Liu, his face full of the subtext of "What do you want?"
Jing Liu smiled, a sinister smile, a hint of malice between his brows. His pointed chin, like the head of an albino ball python, pointed upwards at Song Yiran.
"Feed me with your hands."
Song Yiran hurriedly presented the bowls and chopsticks. It turned out that he was so busy serving the dishes that he forgot to set the table.
"What are you pretending for?" Song Yiran went into the kitchen and pointed at a group of thin, pointed chopsticks and cursed, "If you dare to order me, I will feed you. They are all vertical bars, it doesn't matter which one I use! Using five fingers will feed you faster!"
The chopsticks were clueless and clueless, but thankfully they didn't talk back and admitted their mistakes with a respectable attitude. After receiving their punishment, they stood at attention in the drain basket, not slacking off at all. Song Yiran, angrily, left the kitchen and cleaned up. Seeing Jingliu eating for so long without commenting, he felt a little insecure. He stood with his hands on his hips, watching through the glass door.
"Mr. Song, it was you who was looking at me?" Jing Liu put down his chopsticks and glanced sideways, the slight surprise in his tone making people puzzled.
"Is there anything that needs improvement in the dishes?" Song Yiran asked immediately.
Jing Liu seemed to have overused his eyes. He closed his eyelids and squeezed them, "Oh, no. I was a little scared."
"Which one?" Song Yiran was still stubborn, fearing that one of the dishes was not prepared properly.
"I thought it was, there was a yam standing in the kitchen. I thought the yam had been eaten." Jing Liu said with interest.
Song Yiran looked at himself through the glass door. He was clearly just wearing a "retro Maillard" outfit, but how come it looked so different in Jingliu's mouth?
Never mind, just think you're saying I'm tall. Song Yiran didn't have any internal friction, after all, he had secretly complained about Jing Liu's androgynous outfit.
"It's a real person, otherwise Mr. Jingliu wouldn't have let me in. Let's get back to the point. Is there anything wrong with the food?"
Jing Liu sneered and waved his hand to persuade him not to say anything more. "You cooked yam yesterday and didn't wash the pot today. This dish tasted strange to me, so I remembered the yam. Don't take it personally. I'm not making fun of your outfit."
Song Yiran was defeated again. After everyone left, he quickly cleared the table and rubbed the pot with steel wool until foam flew everywhere. The shiny iron lump couldn't hold back tears. When he touched it, it creaked dryly. Was it playing "Erquan Yingyue" or "Cold Spring Breeze"?
…
The day’s work is finally over.”
After reading the whole article and finding no mistakes, Yu Ran adjusted the format and font, put his thousands of thoughts into order, and clicked "Publish".
He wanted to learn from Song Yiran's way of never wasting time internally, but today's slides played frame by frame in his mind.
When buying groceries——
Jiang Liu wanted to have mixed hotpot for lunch. Yu Ran realized how difficult it was to choose the vegetables this time when he arrived at the supermarket. In the past, he could just buy fixed brands and varieties, but today, mixed hotpot was just a general term, and he had to mix the vegetables himself.
This is not difficult, but it just happened that the supermarket introduced new varieties, which made it dizzying.
Take the types of tomatoes for example. In addition to the horseshoe tomatoes that Jiang Liu usually requests, there are also those that have been exported and given foreign names, or those named after other things... Some boast that they can remain soft even when cooked; some simply specialize in their own fields and only say that they are suitable for making soup bases; after searching high and low for a long time, he finally found one that is "sweet when eaten raw and rich in hot pot", but it looks shabby. How could Yu Ran dare to choose it?
Anyway, the grocery shopping wasn't going smoothly, and I was delayed. This was the first time Yu Ran had been late in over a month since he started. He was twenty minutes late.
He had no time to carry the bag on his shoulders and take out the key... the key! The key was stuck in the keyhole that day. After the quarrel, he left in a hurry and forgot about it completely.
Now...Huh? Yu Ran took a closer look and saw that the door lock was not new!
Just as he was about to ring the doorbell, it opened. Jiang Liu stepped aside to make way, then followed him and said, "Wow, that's a lot. You've worked hard."
"How dare I work so hard?" Yu Ran was like a little mouse that slipped and fell into a honey pot. He crawled out and ruminated on the honey in shock. The taste was so good that he really regretted not eating more.
"It's me who's late today. I'm sorry for making you wait so long."
One of us has to apologize, Jiang Liu thought.
After cooking——
The delicious food was out of the oven. Yu Ran set the dishes and was still groping in the kitchen. Finally, he wiped every grout of the tiles clean before he reluctantly washed his hands.
Jiang Liu was cooking hot pot. Yu Ran came forward, grasped the end of the stirring chopsticks from the smoke, and motioned him to come.
"No need, just sit down and eat." Jiang Liu said, "Jiang Yu has been sent out by me, so I won't embarrass you."
The two men clamped the thin chopsticks with their hands, and neither of them was willing to let go first, which gradually evolved into bullying the weak and torturing the chopsticks.
One was determined to get people to sit down, the other was determined to get the job done. The two were competing with each other.
"I'm eating beef! If you want to grab this old one, I'll give it to you!" Jiang Liu pulled his hand away and threw it into Yu Ran's arms like pushing a gear lever.
Yu Ran actually took the opportunity to put the beef rolls into the bowl and swallowed them without even bothering to eat them.
He grimaced with heat, covered his mouth with his hands, fanning it to hide his guilty conscience, and said:
"Jiang Liu, I have something to do today and can't have dinner with you." Yu Ran had clearly thought of an excuse long ago, such as a physical check-up and helping the promoted Yu Lei to organize documents, all of which were very believable. How could he forget it completely at the last minute!
"Am I that scary? I'm so scared that you've held it in until now. Will you come back in the future?"
Although Jiang Liu was very angry, he finally let the man go.
In fact, Jiang Liu should not ask "Will you come back in the future?" but should ask "Will you stay in the future?", which is more accurate.
Yu Ran didn't know how long Jiang Liu meant by "later" and hadn't thought of a response until Jiang Liu impatiently urged him, "Alright, eat if you want to, leave if you want to. It's now and it will be later. If you want to come back, go to the door lock and register your fingerprints."
Although the atmosphere at the table was unusual, everything went smoothly. Um, let's ignore the phrase "the money for the lock will be deducted from your salary."
The first thing Yu Ran did when he got home was to frantically write an article outline.
The title of the new book has already been decided, and it is called "What is the Crime of King Qi?"
"Qijun" means a gentleman who abides by the contract. In real life, Yu Ran signed a contract to work for Jiang Liu. "What crime has he committed?" Yu Ran asked himself and the world, what crime has he committed?
The protagonists are Song Yiran and Jingliu. Their names are derived from the homophones of their real names.
Version 1: Song Yiran, a man with unappreciated talent, falls into a job by chance for the tyrant Jing Liu. Dedicated to his work and focused on making money, he is later embroiled in a contractual scam, becoming Jing Liu's scapegoat. Jing Liu's conscience awakens, and he investigates the truth, uncovering a double-edged conspiracy: both of them have been framed. Uncovering the truth, Song Yiran contributes his years of savings to help Jing Liu through his difficult times, and their bond deepens, becoming close friends...
Yu Ran is stuck at this point, and the direction of the second half of the plot is also denied. It is so cliché and far-fetched.
Version 2: (The story of Song Yiran, frustrated by his talent and working for a tyrant, remains true after all.) Unable to endure Jingliu's oppression, Song Yiran flees. However, Jingliu turns a contract into a lawsuit, tarnishing Song's reputation. However, Song Yiran discovers a loophole in the contract and uncovers Jingliu's shocking secret. To gather evidence, Song bravely returns to Jingliu's side, and after a long period of undercover work, he finally brings the villain to justice...
However, isn't portraying Jing Liu as a villain tantamount to subconsciously criticizing Jiang Liu for his past misdeeds? Even though fabrication is an indispensable means of literary creation, it's difficult to strike a balance between the two, so this version is also a pass.
In this way, I wrote four or five versions of the outline, but I was not satisfied with any of them.
Yu Ran had never encountered this situation before. He wrote down the outline and details of "The Tendency of Water and Fire" in one go.
He was depressed. In the past year since he stopped writing, his strength had not been strengthened, but his abilities had been lost.
At this moment, a private message rang in the backend. It was from the reader named "Ranyuan Dada does not recover and does not change his online name":
"So, what style is your new book going to be? Can you give me a spoiler? A rant? A documentary? A suspense story? It won't be a romance, will it?"
The previous text of this message was about the child going crazy after learning about Ranyuan's rehabilitation. The madness was highly similar and his emotions were extremely excited.
Yu Ran only revealed his plan for the new book to her, which caused the girl to wonder what style it would be.
This question really helped a lot!
Why don’t I use my daily life working under Jiang Liu as material and write it into the article!
As for the question of how true or false the story is, Yu Ran can only use the phrase "Spring and Autumn style" to evade responsibility.
"Hilarious and satirical. A story about a hard-working worker outsmarting his evil boss. Thanks for your support!"
Afterwards, Yu Ran solemnly finished coding the first chapter.
At this moment, two hours have passed since the release of the first chapter.
There are only a few collections, a dozen or so clicks, and very few comments, all from acquaintances.
"I thought Burning Wish was a duplicate name, so I clicked on the homepage and saw the patinated copy of Shi Tong Shui Huo. Then I suddenly realized what it meant. I was so shocked."
Yu Ran wanted to add punctuation marks to give this person a break from the shock.
"After a week of bad luck, it turns out good luck is waiting for me here! Teacher Ranyuan, mumumumu!"
Yu Ran felt honored.
"Reassuring writing style~ But why does our handsome little Song Yiran seem a little frustrated?"
To praise, one must first suppress, which will only fuel the pent-up desires.
"I'm so lucky to have gotten the first review from Rangan-sensei in my lifetime!"
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The data wasn't good at the beginning, but Yu Ran, believing that hard work could make up for his shortcomings, wrote another 5,000 words like a spring, dividing it into chapters 2 and 3. He had already written it smoothly as he read and wrote, but he still saved it in his draft box, planning to revise it when he got home that night.
On the way to Jiang Liu's house, his mood completely changed. There was the peace of mind of being able to control his career, the confidence that everything was on the right track, and perhaps the joy of becoming the master of his own life.
I think Jiang Liu will have to depend on other people's moods one day.
That other is not someone else but yourself.
If I were in a better mood, I might praise Jingliu's abilities, talents and beauty more in my writing.
When I'm in a bad mood, I'll just change the character, add or change the plot, and complain crazily, it's just a matter of course.
It's a bit unethical, but it feels really good!
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