Chapter 28 Storytelling
"Then let me tell you what a science fiction story is." Shen Lin's mind turned, and he thought of The Wandering Earth, which he had seen before traveling through time.
At that moment, Shen Lin, under the influence of alcohol, began to tell Lu Xiaorong the story of The Wandering Earth from his memory.
At the beginning, Lu Xiaorong didn't think that Shen Lin could tell her any good science fiction story, but when she heard the beginning of what Shen Lin said, she was stunned.
The sun is about to be destroyed, and humans are building boosters on Earth. What is going on?
This opening attracted Lu Xiaorong from the very beginning, and when Shen Lin unfolded the plot according to his memory of the movie, Lu Xiaorong couldn't help but hold his chin with both hands and stare at Shen Lin's mouth.
When Shen Lin was halfway through his speech, he was already a little drunk. Before he said he would continue the story tomorrow, Lu Xiaorong quickly poured him a glass of water and said, "Hurry up and finish your story."
Under Lu Xiaorong's insistence, Shen Lin had no choice but to drink water while speeding up to tell the story he knew.
Lu Xiaorong looked at Shen Lin who was about to leave, and asked with a hint of persistence: "Where did you see this story?"
"I saw this somewhere. This is all just my random thoughts." Although Shen Lin had drunk some wine, his mind was still very clear.
Lu Xiaorong said in disbelief: "Did you really come up with this?"
"If you don't believe me, go check and see if there's a book that contains this story I told you." Shen Lin waved his hand and said, "Okay, I'm going to rest now, you should go to bed early too."
Watching Shen Lin staggering towards the bedroom, Lu Xiaorong sighed helplessly.
Back in her bedroom, Lu Xiaorong was about to take a rest, but her mind was filled with the story of The Wandering Earth.
Although Shen Lin spoke very casually, for example, he couldn't remember the name of the main Mao, so he directly used Xiao Shuai instead...
But he told the story very clearly. This story was like a window, which opened up a different world for Lu Xiaorong.
After tossing and turning in bed for a while, Lu Xiaorong got up, turned on the desk lamp in the bedroom, and started writing on a piece of manuscript paper.
It would be a shame if such a good story, especially one that Shen Lin thought of, was not shared with others.
After writing the four words "The Wandering Earth", Lu Xiaorong directly threw away the code name Xiao Shuai and began to write quickly with a flood of inspiration. In just a quarter of an hour, Lu Xiaorong had written three pages.
I don't know how long I wrote, but Lu Xiaorong, who felt her wrist was sore, put down the pen in her hand. Flipping through the novel, which had ten pages but only a small part of the story, a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously.
Pushing open the door, Lu Xiaorong quietly came to Shen Lin's room. In the dim moonlight, he saw Shen Lin lying on the bed and sleeping soundly...
Lu Xiaorong's expression changed rapidly. She closed the door gently, and then she lay on the bed. With the help of the light from the desk lamp, she read the story carefully. Then she had only one thought in her mind: maybe this story could be published?
Lu Xiaorong, who had no idea when she fell asleep, was awakened by the noise in the kitchen. She picked up the watch she had placed on the bedside table and saw that the hour hand on it had pointed to seven o'clock .
How come I have slept till now? In the past, even if I was busy until late, I would get up on time. But these days, why do I always feel like I can't wake up? Lu Xiaorong got up in a hurry and saw Shen Lin coming out with a pot of rice.
"Xiaorong, go wash your face quickly, then we can have something to eat." Shen Lin said as he put the bowl on the table.
Lu Xiaorong nodded and said, "It was my turn to cook, but I went to bed late."
Shen Lin smiled and said, "It's different who cooks. If I get up early, I cook. If you get up early, you cook."
Breakfast was simple. In addition to steamed buns and rice, Shen Lin also cut a plate of pickled vegetables. However, Lu Xiaorong's mind was not entirely on eating. After taking a few bites of the rice, she couldn't help but ask Shen Lin: "The story you told me last night, was it really what you thought?"
Story, I yesterday...
Shen Lin, who was a little drowsy in sleep, suddenly came to his senses after hearing Lu Xiaorong's words. He seemed to have told Lu Xiaorong about The Wandering Earth.
I didn't drink too much, so why do I let myself go when I'm drunk?
"I just thought it up myself. It was just some random thought." Shen Lin held on. At this point, he had no way out.
"I think the story is great, and I've edited it for you. Would you like to see how I edited it?"
As he spoke, Lu Xiaorong put down his bowl and took out the manuscript he had written.
Shen Lin read it quickly and found that the story was unfolding according to what he had said, except that he added a lot of details.
Although it cannot be said to be brilliant, it is very comfortable to read!
"That's great. I didn't expect that you, Xiaorong, have the potential to become a writer." Shen Lin put down the notice and said with a smile.
Lu Xiaorong said seriously: "I am just recording, the writer should be you."
"No, no, no, I just thought of a story, but I can't write it." Shen Lin said modestly.
"Your story is more important." Lu Xiaorong said seriously, "Without your story, I can't write anything, but without me, no matter who it is, they can write your story."
Seeing Lu Xiaorong's serious expression, Shen Lin slapped his head and thought to himself, why should I debate with him at this time?
"In that case, why not consider it as a joint creation between us?"
Shen Lin thought about the situation in future generations and casually gave a characterization of this situation.
Lu Xiaorong looked at the manuscript paper that Shen Lin put down, raised his head and said, "Even if it's a joint paper, you are the first author."
"I don't want to take advantage of this."
After breakfast, Lu Xiaorong went to work, while Shen Lin continued to collect scraps. However, from today on, his tool has changed from Aunt Chen's flatbed truck to his modified fuel tricycle.
“Beep, beep, beep…”
As the old engine was started, a rumbling sound was heard, carrying Shen Lin forward at lightning speed in the hot air.
Throughout the residential area, many people secretly admired Shen Lin's tricycle with black smoke billowing out, and most of them showed envious expressions.
After all, in that era, a motorcycle carried almost everyone's dreams.
"Shen Lin, your tricycle is nice. Where did you buy it?" An old man who knew Shen Lin took the initiative to greet him.
Shen Lin slowed down and said with a smile: "Uncle Feng , I modified this myself."
"Not bad. Hey, I also want to modify this thing so that I don't need to pedal when driving it."
Looking at Uncle Feng's wobbly body, Shen Lin smiled and said, "Uncle, I'm just playing around."
After saying hello four or five times, they arrived at the gate of the factory. Shen Lin saw a middle-aged man wearing a Dacron short-sleeved shirt and a girl who looked about eighteen or nineteen with a round face walking towards him.
The girl jumped up and down, full of youthful energy.
"Brother Shen Lin, your tricycle is interesting. If it's a motorcycle, it shouldn't run fast. And it's not a motorcycle. You don't need to pedal once it starts." The girl looked at Shen Lin's motorcycle carefully, her face full of envy.
Shen Lin looked through his memory and recalled the girl's identity. This was Luo Xiaoyue, the daughter of the deputy chief engineer of the machinery factory who had been fired from him, and the only gifted child in the factory who had been admitted to university this year.
"Engineer Luo, Xiaoyue, where are you going?" Shen Lin had a good impression of Luo Xiaoyue so he greeted them with a smile.
Luo Gong smiled and said, "Xiaoyue is about to start school, right? I'll go buy her some school supplies."
"Dad, why buy those things? It's not like I can't buy them when I get to school. If I buy them now, it will just be a waste of time when I'm catching the train."
Luo Xiaoyue pouted and looked angry.
Looking at the situation of the father and daughter, an idea suddenly arose in Shen Lin's mind. The university was about to start, should he take this opportunity to make some more money?
After saying goodbye to Luo Xiaoyue, Shen Lin silently thought about his opportunity. Unknowingly, Shen Lin arrived at an office building in a factory area.
With previous experience, after parking the tricycle, Shen Lin walked towards the office building with ease.
But when he knocked on the office door and asked if there were any old newspapers to sell, the response he got was no.
One office like this, two offices like this...
When Shen Lin knocked on the door of the seventh office, the person inside told Shen Lin impatiently that the waste in their office had been taken away yesterday.
The people in the office told Shen Lin impatiently that he should not come here because their waste had been contracted out to other people, who would come to collect it when the time came.
Walking down the office building silently, Shen Lin headed towards the second target he had determined.
But just as he arrived downstairs of the second target, he was stopped by the security guard. After taking a cigarette from him, the security guard told him that the waste newspapers in their office building had also been collected by someone.
All those who collect waste like Shen Lin are not allowed to enter now.
