Late night hotel room.

Yuan Wanqing took off her clothes and was half covered with quilt. She leaned in Ying Zhicheng's arms with a lazy look on her face. Her peach blossom eyes were half closed and her face was still flushed.

Ying Zhicheng is two years older than Li Guohong, and he is already 38 this year. Because he has a secretary who plans his work and rest all year round, and has a fitness plan every week, his body has always been well maintained.

As a female singer who emerged at the beginning of the century, Yuan Wanqing was hailed as a little singer by the media at the time. Unfortunately, she later retired due to illness.

However, in order to cure heart disease, I have maintained a light diet, regular work and rest for a long time, and have a training plan assisted by a doctor, and my whole body has been well maintained.

If she adds a little makeup, it would be hard to tell that she is 34 years old, but more like a girl in her twenties or eighties.

The two had just finished a physical exchange, and because they still remembered the doctor's advice not to exercise excessively, Ying Zhicheng didn't bother her much.

When they were at home, they had to restrain themselves and pay attention to the impact. After arriving in a foreign country, the two of them dared to indulge a little.

At this moment, leaning in Ying Zhicheng's arms, Yuan Wanqing felt at ease, sighed contentedly, and enjoyed the peace at this moment.

Ying Zhicheng also rubbed the beautiful woman's round shoulders, touched the cigarette case on the bedside table with his right hand, thought for a moment, let go of his hand, and pushed the cigarette case and lighter further away.

"When you return to China this time, do you want to go home with me during the Chinese New Year?" Ying Zhicheng asked softly in her ear.

When Yuan Wanqing heard this, she suddenly looked startled, then shook her head slightly, leaned on his chest, and whispered: "Zhusheng is still young, and your daughter is also in high school. It's better to wait until they go to college before thinking about making things public.

, I don’t want to affect their studies.”

Ying Zhicheng was silent for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you, I'm still too anxious."

"I know you want to give me a status, but we have been in a relationship for two or three years, right? Do you see me anxious?" Yuan Wanqing chuckled, "We are not young, and I don't have a status or anything like that.

It’s not that important, the healthy growth of the child is more important.”

"Well, you're right."

"Besides, we are both very busy right now. It would be nice to take a break from our busy schedule once in a while." Yuan Wanqing said, "If the effect of this comeback is not satisfactory, maybe I will retreat behind the scenes, but now..."

"I didn't expect that just a song called "Rings of the Year" would have better results than a carefully prepared album." Ying Zhicheng laughed and shook his head, "I thought it was your daughter's work before, but later I found out that it was

Produced by the songwriter called Reignited.”

"Yes." When mentioning this, Yuan Wanqing was also very emotional, "And this young man named Zhongran is still writing his own novel. There was an exclusive interview event before, which was a linkage with his novel. It is said that the effect is quite good.

.”

"Yeah, I know." Ying Zhicheng nodded, "I asked my secretary to take a look. You also bought the copyright of two songs from him?"

"Well, there are two songs, but it should be four soon." Yuan Wanqing said with a slight smile, "There is also "The Sky is No Limit" and "Under the Flying Clouds". I am amazed at his creative ability. It is indeed both

It’s a rare masterpiece.”

"Four songs..." Ying Zhicheng fell into silence for a moment, and then burst into laughter, "That's really amazing. Is it possible that he can help you wrap up the next new album?"

"Who says it's not?" Yuan Wanqing laughed, "I heard from my daughter that he participated in a symposium in the past few days, and the novel he wrote won the first prize in an essay competition. It can be said that he is quite powerful. This talent

, there should be no doubt about it.”

"So..." Ying Zhicheng raised his eyebrows, "Your daughter seems to be familiar with this person named Chongran?"

"They are classmates in the same class." Yuan Wanqing explained simply, "The song "Rings of the Year" was passed down from my daughter because he asked my daughter to record this song, otherwise it would not be listened to by us.

arrive."

"I see." Ying Zhicheng showed a clear look, "So, privately, many people should know that he is writing a novel?"

"Maybe?" Yuan Wanqing said hesitantly, "My daughter knows, and his family members should also know, but other students in the school probably don't know."

Ying Zhicheng nodded, his expression noncommittal.

Yuan Wanqing said instead: "Speaking of which, he gave me a small proposal before, which was an idea about the release of a new album. I think it's quite interesting."

"Oh? Tell me."

…

In Yuhang City on the other side of the ocean, it was almost noon.

Li Luo had just packed his luggage when he heard a knock on the door, and Xu Rongsheng's voice sounded outside: "Li Luo, get ready, let's go have lunch."

"Okay Uncle Xu, I'll be here soon."

"Don't worry, Youyu is probably still sleeping in. I'll call her."

After saying that, there was a knock on the door next door.

After a while, the knocking on the door stopped.

Li Luo dragged his suitcase and pushed out the door, and saw that the door next door had just been opened, and Xu Youyu's confused voice came out: "Dad...good morning."

"What time do you think it is now?"

"Hmm? What time?"

"It's half past eleven and you're still sleeping?" Xu Rongsheng said, "Li Luo has already packed up. Don't make me wait any longer."

"Well..." Xu Youyu rubbed his eyes, looked next door, and saw Li Luo who had already dragged his suitcase out, "You have packed everything, why didn't you call me just now?"

"Wouldn't it be better for you to sleep a little longer?"

"I can thank you."

Xu Youyu yawned and returned to the house. After washing his face and waking up, he immediately started packing his luggage.

When it was almost twelve o'clock, I finally finished getting ready, dragged my suitcase behind me, and went downstairs to check out with Li Luo and Xu Rongsheng.

Then the three of them went to a nearby small restaurant, where Xu Rongsheng treated them and had a simple meal.

"After I returned to the room last night, I studied your book carefully." Xu Rongsheng said to Li Luo with a smile at the dinner table, "To be honest, it was quite enlightening."

"I also read the beginnings of some other books, but I feel that your work is more structured in structure. I don't know if it's my imagination."

"It seems that you are deliberately controlling the word count of each plot."

"Basically every twenty or thirty chapters is a complete structure of succession, transition, and conclusion, very regular."

"Although other books also have this quality, they often get lost halfway, hammering here and there."

When Li Luo heard Xu Rongsheng talking about the book he wrote, his face suddenly stiffened. He glanced at Xu Youyu next to him and saw that she was suppressing a smile and burying her head in her meal, looking like she wanted to laugh but was afraid of being hurt.

But after listening to it later, it was discovered that Xu Rongsheng had really studied it carefully, and Li Luo also explained: "This way of writing, I call it the rhythm of online writing."

"A complete plot with climaxes and exciting moments, assuming the number of words to complete it is 50,000 words, then this number of words is the rhythm of an online novel."

"Some books may have 100,000 words once, some may have 200,000 words, and some may even have millions of words before one burst. This is the rhythm of a book, just like the ups and downs of musical notes.

Same."

"The slower the pace, the longer the foreshadowing, the more accumulated emotions, and the more violent and prolonged the emotional outburst when it reaches the climax, but the price is that during the serialization period, readers will have a worse reading experience and it will be more difficult to endure."

"The faster the pace, the shorter and faster the foreshadowing is, and the emotional ups and downs are not as dramatic, but because the emotional feedback can be obtained faster, the readers will have a better reading experience."

"The cost is that the long-term high explosiveness is lost, and it is difficult to leave a deep impression on readers."

Li Luo's choice was obviously the latter.

After all, the development of the Internet has been moving in a short and fast direction, and Li Luo is just following the trend of the times.

As for his theories, they are basically things that were summarized step by step by later generations of Internet article writers.

"Of course, there is also a way to have both." Li Luo added, "That is to insert small-length introductions, successions, transitions, and transitions into a million-word chapter. One big one contains several smaller ones."

"It is guaranteed to satisfy readers in a short period of time and at the same time, it can also continue to pave the way for the big climax."

"This way of writing is what I call the secondary structure, while the two fast and slow modes mentioned above belong to the primary structure."

For Li Luo, the secondary structure is of course a better choice, but his ability in this area is limited, so he made some choices.

After all, this kind of secondary structure is often very labor-intensive. It requires short and quick little plots one after another, and it also has to prepare for the climax and move towards the climax bit by bit.

Once this kind of thing is not controlled well, the secondary structure will collapse. In the end, let alone taking into account both, the shortcomings of both will be encountered, and the effect will not be good.

As for above this, there is a three-level structure.

It uses a small plot of five to one hundred thousand words as the cell, a climax plot of fifty to one million words as the skeleton, and finally converges into the ultimate climax of four to five million words.

It is equivalent to a very large beginning, succession, transition, and chapter, which accommodates four or five medium-length transitions.

And every medium-length beginning, succession, and transition contains four or five small-length beginnings, successions, and transitions.

Under the layers of nesting, a beautifully structured web text framework is released.

It's just that this level of paving is no longer something that ordinary people can control.

The completion framework of the entire book must be prepared before the book is started, and during the continuous creation process that lasts for more than a year, it must be advanced in an orderly and impartial manner.

This is a huge test for an online article author.

Most people who write online articles come up with an idea, then open Word and just start working on it. How could they think so much.

Most people who think so much from the beginning, just write tens of thousands of words, and after publishing and uploading, they find that their data has been thrown away... there is no follow-up.

"This statement of yours is very interesting. This is the first time I have heard of it." Xu Rongsheng nodded suddenly and silently noted in his mind, "This can be regarded as a feature of Internet articles. After all, it has never appeared in history.

A work of over millions of words.”

"This can be regarded as a trend of the development of the times." Li Luo said with a smile, "The more the medium that carries words develops, the more works with larger number of words will naturally evolve."

If a work with millions of words were made into a paper book at once, with a thickness and page count similar to that of an ordinary book, it would only take a dozen or twenty books to be produced at once.

This kind of cost would have been unthinkable in ancient times.

That is to say, in the Internet era, words can be separated from reality and completely rely on the virtual Internet to be recorded, so the number of words in novels can complete a huge expansion and evolution.

Xu Youyu, who was engrossed in eating at the side, saw that his father and Li Luo were discussing the Internet article in a harmonious manner, and a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.

But as the discussion between the two people deepened, Xu Youyu gradually became fascinated.

Xu Youyu gained a lot from the many theoretical frameworks spoken by Li Luo, and even occasionally felt enlightened.

Things that were still confusing about the structure and writing methods of web articles in the past seemed to be understood and completely clear at once.

During the discussion between Xu Rongsheng and Li Luo, he gradually discovered that Li Luo did have unique insights into Internet articles from the moment of stiffness and embarrassment to the subsequent talk.

In this regard, Xu Rongsheng has also communicated with the editor Xia Lie who specializes in interviewing Internet article authors. However, those big authors do not seem to have a complete bottom-level understanding of Internet articles like Li Luo.

Rely on vague inspiration to create.

Of course, for creators, they only need to use their inspiration freely, but for those who want to explore the mechanism and essence of online article creation, there are many things to consider.

Therefore, the insights brought by Li Luo from ten or twenty years in the future are very enlightening for Xu Rongsheng.

This made Xu Rongsheng couldn't help but look highly at Li Luo again.

After all, with such insight into Internet articles, it is conceivable that Li Luo's success is by no means a mere accident and luck, but also supported by considerable strength.

Even if this book is finished now, Xu Rongsheng still believes that Li Luo can still create equally excellent works.

…

After lunch, the three of them took a taxi on the roadside and headed home.

Xu Rongsheng went directly back to the family community of Qianjiang University, but Xu Youyu had no intention of going back. After dropping his father off at the family community, he ordered the driver to drive to Bihailanting.

"You won't come home with me?" Xu Rongsheng asked.

"Oh, I'll stay there for a few more days and come back after the Chinese New Year."

"You girl..."

Watching the taxi drive away, Xu Rongsheng shook his head helplessly.

In the taxi, as the car stopped at the entrance of Bihailanting community, Xu Youyu got out of the car and moved his and Li Luo's luggage, and then waved to Li Luo in the car: "Come on, what are you doing standing there in a daze?"

?”

Li Luo: "...?"

Li Luo, who looked confused, was pulled out of the car by Xu Youyu. As he watched the taxi gradually go away, he suddenly fell into deep thought: "Why did you pull me down? I still want to go home."

"Can you have the heart to leave me here alone without even knowing how to fix dinner?" Xu Youyu looked at him with a pitiful expression and blinked his big eyes.

"Go from here, go there, turn right at the intersection, go straight to the middle, then turn left to the opposite side of the street, there is a community there." Li Luo said expressionlessly, "Then you go straight to Unit 2 of Building 5 and park.

Come down, go up to the 4th floor, enter room 402, sit down at the dining table, and wait for your meal."

Xu Youyu twitched his lips: "Thank you, I think it would be more convenient to abduct you directly."

"I'm tired from the long journey."

"Little girl, can you give me a squeeze on your shoulders and a pat on your back?"

"Then you can think about it."
Chapter completed!