Dreams of the Fragrant River

: Three [Boring To Write Novels]

For the next half month, Kang Jianfei and Hu Juncai both wandered around Kowloon. During this period, their cousin Liang Ying accompanied them to the household registration department to get their ID cards. The process of applying for the certificate was surprisingly smooth. After handing in the photos and registering the basic information, there was a local person to guarantee, and after paying some money, you can wait for the certificate.

There are not many good things like this. Until October next year, the Hong Kong government will order all black households in Hong Kong to re-issue their ID cards within three days. In January of the following year, the Hong Kong government will abolish the decree that mainlanders will be issued ID cards when they come to the urban area of Hong Kong. If you want a Hong Kong ID card in the future, you must live in Hong Kong for seven years, have a stable and legal job, and have three more years. More than one Hong Kong people are jointly insured.

After more than ten days, Kang Jianfei and the two finally got their new ID cards. Hu Juncai was so excited that he lost his ID card that day. Everyone searched for a whole day, only to find that he forgot his ID card on the counter of the household registration department and forgot to take it…

Half a month after the two arrived in Hong Kong, Hu Juncai called his cousin, who said that his cousin was fishing at sea and hadn’t come back. Hu Juncai thought that his cousin was not there, and that a poor relative of his rashly defected, afraid that he would not receive a good face, so he stayed with Kang Jianfei at Wu Chenggang’s house.

Kowloon is just that big, and they got tired of walking around for half a month. Kang Jianfei and Hu Juncai simply stayed at home and watched TV all day.

This day, aunt Liang Ying went shopping, while another aunt, Zhou Mingfang, was coaxing the baby to sleep in the master bedroom.

In the living room, Hu Juncai turned on the TV and whispered to Kang Jianfei, “A Fei, did your cousin forget about helping you find a job? It took half a month of white rice to stay at home. It’s not the way.”

Kang Jianfei was sitting on the sofa banging Erlang’s leg, holding a copy of the “Business Daily” in his hand and reading it with great interest, he said, “Uncle Biao didn’t forget, but there is a problem.”

“What’s the difficulty?” Hu Juncai asked.

Kang Jianfei analyzed: “After living here for so many days, you haven’t seen who my uncle is? He is a good and honest man. In addition, he is also a technical lighting engineer who stays on the set all day. The social contact is actually very narrow. If you help me find a job, I can only introduce work related to the industry I am engaged in. But he has just transferred from Jiayi TV to the current new unit, and he is still unsteady. Of course, it is difficult. Take us into consideration. And a person of his character will not tell others if he doesn’t get all the work done, so don’t think about it. ”

“Is that so?” Hu Juncai scratched his head, seeing Kang Jianfei still reading the newspaper leisurely, he couldn’t help saying, “But you can’t wait like this! If my cousin lives in Kowloon, I will I ran out to find a job on my own.”

Kang Jianfei said, “It’s not just waiting. I read the newspaper every day.”

“Can reading the newspaper be eaten as a meal?” Hu Juncai teased.

“That might be the case,” Kang Jianfei said, flipping through the newspaper and pointing to the news, “Well, the Hong Kong subway will open in half a month, and many celebrities have been invited to attend the subway opening ceremony. Shek Kip Mei to Kwun Tong This is a big historical news for the city of Hong Kong.”

Hu Juncai asked, “What is a subway?”

Kang Jianfei said: “Simply put, it is to repair the railway underground.”

Hu Juncai asked curiously: “Why do we need to build the railway underground, instead of building it directly on the ground? It’s not good to dig a hole in the ground. Capitalist society is a waste of money and labor!”

Kang Jianfei was too lazy to explain it to him, and said, “If you want to get along well in Hong Kong in the future, you must read more newspapers. No matter how bad it is, it’s better to be familiar with traditional Chinese characters, so that you will not have to admit mistakes in the future.”

“That’s right.” Hu Juncai also found an old newspaper from a few days ago to read, and he was so engrossed that he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

Kang Jianfei glanced at the newspaper, but it was a piece of “Ming Pao Evening News” with Wen Ruian’s “Wenzhou Qixia: Picturesque Rivers and Mountains” serialized on it.

It wasn’t until he finished reading the serialized content of that issue that Hu Jun said in surprise, “This kind of novel is really nice. What about the next issue of the newspaper?”

“Come on, you can read a novel halfway through, and you can still read it with great interest.” Kang Jianfei helped him flip through the old newspapers, then patted his head and said, “I remember, the newspaper that day was taken by my aunt. Packed up.”

“Where, where is that newspaper?” Hu Juncai asked anxiously.

Kang Jianfei said: “I guess you should throw it away when you run out. If you want to read martial arts novels, just go to the bookstore and buy a few copies of Jin Yong’s books. It’s tiring to read the serials.”

“I only have a few dollars left.” Hu Juncai buried himself in the pile of waste newspapers and continued to look for novels to read, no matter whether the content was continuous or not, as long as it was a martial arts novel.

Kang Jianfei had been idle for half a month, and was really bored. Seeing that Hu Juncai was fascinated by martial arts novels, he slapped his head suddenly, thinking that I should just write martial arts novels.

Kang Jianfei ran to his cousin Wu Ruiqing’s room, rummaged through boxes and cabinets for a long time, finally found a notebook and a ballpoint pen, and started writing on the sofa.

Kang Jianfei originally wanted to write “Sou Shen Ji” or “Kunlun”, but after writing it, he found that his writing was really bad. The good plot came to his pen, completely changed its taste and lost the essence of the original work.

Kang Jianfei used to be a mass actor for a few years, and then worked as a photographer for a few years. He originally wanted to be a director himself, but he passed through before the investment was made.

Writing a novel is completely different from filming a TV series. The former uses words to build the world, while the latter uses camera images to tell stories.

If Kang Jianfei shoots a TV series, the effect will be great, but it does not mean that he can write well when he writes novels. Even if he remembered the plot of the story clearly, he just didn’t need to spend time thinking about the plot, and he was still struggling to write.

This is a problem of pen power. People who have a talent for writing can write simple and ordinary content very wonderfully; on the contrary, very novel plots, people who can’t play with words can write them pale and unappealing.

After thinking about it for a long time, Kang Jianfei finally made up his mind: “Then let’s just write “Looking for Qin Ji”. It doesn’t matter if the writing of this novel is white, it is originally a timeless novel.”

In order to make readers feel more comfortable and immersive, Kang Jianfei identified the protagonist Xiang Shaolong as a Hong Kong grass-roots man, and did not mention a time machine. Becomes incomparably powerful after crossing.

Kang Jianfei and Hu Juncai, one wrote novels and the other read novels, each worked their way around for a day.

In the evening, Wu Ruiqing and Wu Ruixue came back from school. As soon as Wu Ruixue got home, he turned on the TV to watch cartoons, and Wu Ruiqing, a little otaku, went into his bedroom.

Not long after, cousin Wu Ruiqing suddenly yelled angrily, “Where’s my diary, which **** stole my diary…”

Seeing cousin Wu Ruiqing angrily running from the bedroom to the living room, Kang Jianfei stopped the pen, raised the notebook in his hand and asked, “Are you looking for this?”

“You…you actually peeked at my diary, UU reading www.uukanshu.com you crazy mainland boy!” Wu Ruiqing’s face and neck were blushing with anger. In that diary, he wrote a lot of his teenager’s thoughts, such as A crush on a certain girl or something. If someone peeked at him, he would want to die.

Kang Jianfei was called an idiot by his cousin, but he still looked like he was smiling. What’s more, it seems a bit excessive to use someone else’s diary to write a novel without authorization…

Wu Ruiqing grabbed the diary and cursed at Kang Jianfei. The two cousins heard the scolding and ran out to dissuade them.

Zhou Mingfang smiled apologetically to Kang Jianfei: “Children are ignorant, don’t take it to heart.”

Liang Ying didn’t say anything nice to them, but dragged her son Wu Ruiqing’s ear back to the bedroom, scolding while tugging at the ear: “Idiot line, stupid line, I think you are the crazy line, you fail to pass the test every time, I read novels as soon as I get home, and I don’t know how to review my homework…”

“Mom…Ah, it hurts, you should be gentle…” Wu Ruiqing cried out miserably.

A farce quickly calmed down, and Hu Juncai was a little embarrassed to stand aside. After all, Wu Ruiqing scolded him and scolded him together. Hu Juncai thought to himself: Oh, I’ll go to Lantau Island tomorrow, and I’ll be scorned if I stay here.

Kang Jianfei didn’t care, he spent most of the time before crossing the border, so this little disturbance was nothing to him.

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Thank you Tianya Haijiao, Good Humanity One, Wuwei Rookie, yj05, Soul Break, Gongzilang, Scholar 00, Don’t Cry in June, See the World in One Eye, and Hong Kong Tycoon for the reward.