Chapter 289 New Theme
After staying in the car for two days, the three children were a little reluctant. Ningning said coquettishly: "Mom, I want to move."
Ye Qian looked at Ning Ning and said, "You move, mommy isn't stopping you. Just move here and don't go anywhere." Ye Qian naturally understood what Ning Ning meant, but the train was about to stop, and there would surely be a lot of people getting on and off. Children love to run around, and they wouldn't be able to see anyone in their distracted state. How could Ye Qian dare to let him go out? "Wait a while before you move. Wait until the train stops and starts again, and then I'll take you out for a bit."
Ning Ning was not ungrateful. Seeing that Ye Qian had already agreed, she said nothing more. She lay on the table with a listless look on her face, sighing, "Oh, this train ride is so cramped."
"You also know the word 'frustrated'. Who taught you that?" Ye Qian asked with a smile.
Seeing there was a topic to talk about, Ningning also perked up, "It's about the uncle from the auntie's house next door to the next door to ours. Last time we passed by, I happened to hear the auntie talking about the uncle. The uncle is just like this every day, so depressed and motionless."
"So you learned this word." Ye Qian asked. Ning Ning nodded innocently: "Yeah, I can't move either. It's really frustrating."
“Ha…ha…ha…ha…ha…” Everyone laughed.
Ningning looked at everyone present with a confused look on her face, not understanding.
Although no one understood what the old man was talking about, it was definitely not the same as what Ningning said.
After staying for another two days, not only the children, but even Ye Qian began to feel a little restless. Fu Shan, on the other hand, was very calm for several days. She picked up a pen and paper and started to work on her design without any delay. Wang Qiong also took Ye Qian's novel in advance and started reading it.
Speaking of novels, the copyright of Ye Qian's novel had been purchased by a publishing house shortly after the school started. They planned to publish the book directly after typeset. The copy in Wang Qiong's hand was the first batch of printed copies. The publishing house was not stingy and directly sent more than ten copies. As soon as it arrived, before she had time to read it, Fu Shan and Wang Qiong snatched up a copy.
The content of the novel has basically not been modified. Ye Qian and the publishing house and newspaper discussed the author's name for a long time, and finally chose the original name directly, in order to attract some old fans. Just like them, they would save the weekly edition when it was serialized in the newspaper and take it out to read when they want to. But after all, it has been so long, if they really like it, they will definitely buy the book and collect it.
The newspaper has maintained a very good relationship with Ye Qian in recent years and has made a lot of efforts in publishing this book. They also said that when the book is officially published, they will help Ye Qian to promote it in the newspaper for free, which made Ye Qian very embarrassed. However, if the book is really promoted in the newspaper, Ye Qian will remember the newspaper and give everyone gifts to express her gratitude.
So, both of them found something to do. The past few days had been incredibly quiet, as if nothing had happened. The children were all grown up and no longer had to cling to Ye Qian. Unable to find anything to do, Ye Qian angrily slammed her fist on the table, startling everyone. Wang Qiong and Fu Shan, who were on the upper bunk, quickly asked, "What are you doing? You're frightening me to death."
Ye Qian looked at the two of them, then said, "I'm bored. I've decided. I want to write a script and direct it myself."
"You can even act in it yourself. You can write, direct, and act in it all by yourself. That'll save you a lot of money." Wang Qiong thought about it and said seriously. After Wang Qiong finished speaking, Ye Qian was shocked: "Brother, you must be kidding."
Fu Shan was directly amused by the two people. "Ha...ha..., I think it's really good, but is there any difference between this script and the novel?" "Of course there is a difference. The script needs to be more detailed. The dialogue, the scene, the length of this section, and which actors will perform it must be described clearly."
Ye Qian thought about what types of dramas were popular in this era. The themes of the two novels she wrote did not seem to suit everyone's tastes now. In the 21st century, TV stations were broadcasting these dramas over and over again, and now the only thing that came to mind was Aunt Qiong Yao. Ye Qian could write about it, but she couldn't bear to watch it. It was okay to watch it now, but if she watched these old movies again in a few decades, she would be able to pick out a lot of things that would destroy her worldview.
Thinking of this, goose bumps appeared all over Ye Qian's body. She rubbed her arms and shook her head. No, she couldn't bow to reality. Then her mind was in chaos. She thought about it over and over again. It was not until late at night that Ye Qian decided to write a suspense novel. Who is the real murderer?
The process was naturally full of twists and turns, and you would never guess who the murderer was until the end. Ye Qian took out a pen and paper and began to write an outline, a simple development process of the story. After finishing it, she wrote a small outline. After finishing it all, she read it carefully again. When she found no problems, she nodded with satisfaction.
Fu Shan and Wang Qiong had noticed Ye Qian a long time ago, but they didn't want to disturb her while she was writing. Once a train of thought was interrupted, it would take a long time to pick up again. The two of them didn't even sleep until Ye Qian finished writing and was about to put away the notebook, then they asked.
Fu Shan looked curious and asked Ye Qian, "Sister Qian, are you preparing a new topic? What are you writing about?"
Wang Qiong also asked excitedly, "Yes, I want to know too. And your book is so beautiful. I didn't realize you have such a good writing style."
Since everyone was so familiar with each other, Ye Qian was not modest. Of course, she was not the type to be modest. She said with a proud face, "That's right, my writing skills are not to be underestimated. This time I want to write a suspense novel. I have already thought of the title. It's called Who is the Real Murderer. Isn't it very direct and clear at a glance? And isn't the title very attractive? Just seeing the title makes me want to read the content."
Fu Shan exclaimed softly, "Oh my God, Sister Qian, you can write about this kind of subject matter. Wouldn't it be scary? Would there be ghosts?"
Wang Qiong retorted softly, "Mystery novels are all about solving crimes. There's no ghost story there. What you're talking about is a ghost book."
Wang Qiong's words gave Ye Qian some inspiration: "A ghost book is not bad, I can write it when the time comes. Don't write a horror one, write a funny ghost book." When Ye Qian was young, she liked watching the Happy Ghost series of ghost movies in Hong Kong. They were also very good, but she still had to focus on this one first. The outline was already written, and it would be a waste if she didn't write it. There was no rush for other topics.
Although everyone was curious about the new book, they also knew that if they asked too much, it would be boring to read it later. Now they just wanted Ye Qian to write the book quickly and publish it again as soon as possible.
(End of this chapter)
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