v4 Chapter 136： Dry Fried Niuhe (1/2)

From spring to autumn, Zhang Heng stayed in this manor for three years in a blink of an eye. His writing skills had been successfully upgraded to lv2 as early as a year ago, which was the same as the best-selling fantasy female author.

I have to say that the environment of this manor is really suitable for practicing writing. After all, the opportunity to live with the world's best authors can be said to be unique.

Although these authors have more or less minor problems, such as Hemingway’s alcohol addiction, Mark Twain’s poisonous tongue, Fitzgerald met a woman and was dizzy... But their talents are undeniable. And the most important thing is that there is nothing else to do in this manor. They are also happy to answer Zhang Heng's various doubts and help him read his newly created articles.

This afternoon, Hemingway was reading a novelette written by Zhang Henggang. After reading it, he put down the manuscript in his hand and frowned.

”How is it?” Zhang Heng asked.

”The technique is impeccable, and I have nothing to teach you, but I always feel that something is missing when I read this article.”

”Emotions.” Fitzgerald on the side hit the nail on the head.

”That's right.” Hemingway lit a cigar. ”Although there are some schools that emphasize that narrators should maintain an objective perspective, this does not mean that there are no emotions in their articles, but they put these emotions in the book. It’s up to them to show the creator’s emotions in each of the characters.”

Hemingway paused when he said, ”Speaking of which, I have always been a little strange. When I first saw you, I thought you were the kind of person who was indifferent to emotions and anger, but after getting along for a long time, I found that you seem to be I have never really been angry, or have been particularly happy, have you always been like this, your spirit... rarely fluctuates?”

”It's not always. I still had normal feelings before. Although it was lighter than ordinary people, because of certain things, my feelings gradually disappeared and became what I am now.” Zhang Heng said.

”No offense, but if possible, I am willing to spend money to make what happened to you happen to me again.” Fitzgerald said melancholy.

Hemingway disagreed, ”It is impossible to write truly strong words without experiencing these fragile moments.” After speaking, he looked at Zhang Heng again, ”Your problem is troublesome. Although you only pursue rapid popularity, no matter what It is impossible to have no emotion in such literary works.”

”It's not completely incomprehensible,” Marquez on the other side interrupted. ”If it's just a popular reading, just add some fake emotions. Although this kid has no emotions, let him read more than a dozen books about emotions. Yes, he can also picture cats and tigers.”

”Sorry, I may not have made it clear before. My new book is indeed pursuing rapid popularity, but there is one other thing that is also very important. I want readers to really believe the story in the book.” Zhang Heng said.

”Stories without sufficient emotional foundation are hard to be convincing.” Fitzgerald said, ”After all, reading for pastime is one thing, but it is another thing to really impress the reader. You first need to devote yourself to yourself. Only when your emotions are in it can it resonate with your readers.”

His words also aroused the approval of several writers present.

But then Hemingway patted Zhang Heng on the shoulder, ”You don't have to worry, after all, so many of us are here, how can everyone work together to help you come up with a solution.”

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After returning from the author's party at Hemingway, Zhang Heng did not return to his room directly.

Instead, he turned around and came to the back kitchen. After upgrading his writing skills to lv2, Zhang Heng can clearly feel that it has become more and more difficult to improve further, otherwise the fantasy best-selling female writers will not come in for so long and still have not been able to rise to lv3. .

This is not just a matter of technique, it involves a writer’s perception and refinement of his own life, as well as his views on the world around him. Zhang Heng has no shortage of experience, or more accurately, there is no one in this manor better than him. His life experience is richer. Even the legendary Hemingway in his life may not be as exciting as a copy of Zhang Heng.