I bought a ticket on short notice, but I didn’t have the ticket.

I had no choice but to get on the train. Fortunately, it wasn't very slow. And on the train, there were always some familiar people. Especially when I saw Lin Hao carrying a guitar on his back...

Isn’t this a ready-made topic?

"Brother, are you a musician?" A young man who was quite fashionably dressed just got on the train from the previous stop. After working for a while, he returned to the carriage and came over. He looked at the guitar bag with good quality and guessed:

"Isn't this guitar cheap?"

"It's not bad, it's for the band, it has to be better."

Lin Hao thought about it and realized that it was okay for his financial resources.

"Wow, what kind of band is this? Rock or folk!"

The young man immediately became interested.

Lin Hao was a little helpless. He normally behaved quite coldly, so why did someone come to join in the fun? Anyway, he just read a book on the train now. It was boring, so he simply said in a funny way:

"No, actually, I am a novelist."

"Me too, me too! I also like to write novels and the like." The young man came over again: "I have written tens of thousands of words, what about you?"

"I have written several books, including Summoner's Rift: Four Calabash Boys Save Grandpa, Bikini Castle: Squidward's Sashimi, and Pleasant Goat: The Bald Man Cutting Down a Tree."

"..."

Huang Yao suddenly felt that his butt unconsciously moved to the side twice: "Ah... Hahaha, it sounds like a very good book."

There is no need to praise hard if you can't praise it. Lin Hao snickered in his heart. Unexpectedly, this young man was quite polite at this time. Then he said: "How about it? Do you really want to read it?"

"Uh...this..."

Huang Yao had a bad premonition, so he could only change the topic and said: "It's good. You have written three books. You should have your own opinions. How about we exchange ideas?"

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it. I always fail to write novels. Please tell me why."

...

Huang Yao felt that it was really enjoyable to chat with this new friend.

As expected of someone who has written three books.

He originally went to Shijiazhuang with his friends and was quite unhappy as he hurried over and went home. Unexpectedly, the friend he met on the train was really interesting. Except that his writing was a bit strange, but

Everything else is fine.

"So I'm telling you, it's not difficult at all. I've already figured out the secrets. Since it's been such a pleasure chatting with you today, I'll teach it to you exclusively!"

Huang Yao deliberately coughed twice, and then said solemnly: "Look at your first book, Pleasant Goat and all the Yangcun friends are very good, they can defeat Bald Qiang every time, this is not good!

You have to make some people in Yangcun look down on Pleasant Goat, and then Pleasant Goat takes risks all the way regardless of difficulties and obstacles, and finally defeats Bald Qiang, and makes those who look down on him worship him!"

"Awesome!"

Lin Hao clapped his hands and said:

"Then can I still write like this? Pleasant Goat has been frail and sick since he was a child. He looks like a bad guy and everyone looks down on him, but in fact he is super powerful. When Bald Qiang defeated everyone in Yangcun, he stepped forward and defeated everyone!

I call it, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"

"Not bad, I like this."

Huang Yao thought it was really good when he heard it, and continued to suggest: "Then the Squidward you wrote about, you can write that he acted in a series of TV series and movies that no one liked, everyone laughed at him, and all his friends left him.

, but then he suddenly became famous and became a big star. Those people ran to him, and the girls all liked him..."

"Okay, okay, draw inferences from one example."

"Yeah, let me tell you, if you have such a good idea, why don't you write these things! Really, if you don't do it, who will do it, right? All the plain and heartwarming articles are crooked!"

...

The train arrived in Xi'an, and Lin Hao was about to get off.

He originally just chatted with a playful attitude, but he did chat with this lively and lively young man, and he was indeed in a much happier mood.

"Bye, I'm getting off the car."

I don’t know if there will be an extra potato, tomato, Chendong, etc. in the future.

"Okay, then I'll write to you after I finish writing the inspiration for the next book."

"Okay."

Huang Yao said goodbye to Lin Hao, feeling that he had brought him a lot of new inspiration. His college life was now enriched and he had a lot to write about.

Ah, yes, we were chatting so happily that I forgot to write it down. He hurried back to get something, but happened to bump into a girl who was also running:

"Ouch!"

"I haven't called you yet, what is your name!" The girl opposite is thin and has dark skin, but what can't be blocked is her beautiful face. She just puts her left hand on her forehead and her right hand to stand up and pat her butt. That's it.

Well, he is a bit of a tomboy: "Huang Yao, what are you doing here? The teacher has asked you to eat."

"Ah, I was chatting with someone just now. Let me tell you that I met a super fun person, Yaya, who is good at writing novels. The most important thing is that she also likes my novels!" Huang Yao looked proud.

"You?" Tong Liya curled her lips, turned around and left:

"Come on, who else would like to read the novel you wrote except yourself? Let's go and eat first."

"Hey, you really don't believe it!"

Huang Yao hurriedly caught up: "He said a lot of good things about me, and I even left his contact information. If I go to the capital then, I will go and hang out with him."

"Capital?"

"Yes, how about it? I have an acquaintance in the capital. If we can go to the capital by then, we can ask him to take us to Tiananmen."

"I don't want to trouble him, not to mention how long he has known you..."

...

Xi'an is an ancient capital for thousands of years. More than ten dynasties have built their capitals here in history. It is known as a city where ancient tombs can be found when digging subways, building new campuses, and building buildings.

Some locals joked:

Why is Xi'an's construction so slow? It's because we keep digging until we reach the tomb, so we have to stop work and wait.

This is Lin Hao's first time coming here, and his memory of this place is mutton steamed buns. He used to watch B station video up owners eat those things, but the masters would not break them, and they would break them one by one, which was very hard work.

It is said that machines can be used to break buns, but there is a legend in the world that masters look down on people who use machines to break buns, saying that they have no soul, and then...

Well, he'd better not think about it now.

He just came here non-stop. It happened to be lunch time and he didn't eat either. He was really hungry...all the way to the house where Xu Wei lives now. It was the second time he came and he still remembered it more clearly.

We got downstairs smoothly, looking forward to having lunch.

Went upstairs and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

I knocked again, but there was still no one.

Hey, he could only go to the left, where there were two small and exquisite pots of spider plants. Lin Hao flipped through them, and there was indeed a key underneath.

He couldn't help but said to himself: "It really comes in handy."

This was what Xu Wei told him when he came here last time. At that time, he wanted to think about where it would be useful, but it turned out that it was actually used.

When you enter, you will see familiar furnishings, neatly tidied up.
Chapter completed!