Chapter 233 The best adaptation!

Chapter 233 The best adaptation!

Chapter 233 The best adaptation!
"Why is he named Peng Erzheng?" Liu Yong was confused. In the original book, he was just a native of the county.

No name.

Previously, Wei Erxiao played a little boy's upside down. What about Peng Erzheng this time? Whether it's a homophonic pun or an upside down, I don't understand what it means.

Compared with the obscure name, the adaptation elements are very obvious, with the addition of many characters, including three old men named A, B and C in the village, who are experienced and knowledgeable.

Person A: "How can a cow fly? It's impossible!"

B: "It's hard to say. For example, if your cow gets sick and dies, or it runs away or gets stolen, wouldn't the money you spent on the cow be wasted? Wouldn't it be gone?"

C: "Oh, you have a cow?..."

Interesting, really interesting! Liu Yong remembered the original novel, so he seemed quite excited. In the adapted version, the reason for selling the cow became believing the old man's words.

"The original story teaches people not to doubt dreams and not to pick up lost things. After being changed by Gu Lu, it has become the hottest topic at the moment. You have to live your own life."

"No matter how experienced and knowledgeable these three old men are, if you completely trust what others say, you will end up with nothing."

"Especially at the end, when the three elders found out that Peng Er had lost everything, their words were just like those of people who make sarcastic remarks in real life."

How can you describe so well those "evil guys" in life who seem to have no problem talking with just a few words?
Comparing the words of the three elders, A, B and C, Liu Yong thought it was a stroke of genius.

Let’s continue with the second article... Wait, Liu Yong seemed to have thought of something. He went to his bookcase, took out "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and searched through it.

Finally, I found "Peng Erzheng" in the catalog of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. Yes, Peng Erzheng is the protagonist of a chapter in Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. It is also a short story that tells how Peng Erzheng was put into a luggage bag while walking, and he was confused and had no idea what had happened until his companions rescued him.

"Absolutely!"

Liu Yong stood up suddenly and walked back and forth. "If I hadn't read Liao Zhai again a few days ago, I would have been fooled."

"The protagonist's name from another chapter was simply moved here. Peng Erzheng was passive from beginning to end in the story, which just fits the theme of the rewrite. He has no ideas of his own." Liu Yong was impressed. "Gu Lu must be very familiar with Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. He just did it effortlessly."

Liu Yong likes this kind of new version of the story, especially when the core of the story is completely different after the revision.

"Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" is world-famous, and has been rewritten and continued many times, but Liu Yong can guarantee that this work is the best written at present, and so many clever ideas are hidden in the name of the protagonist.

Once this work is published, there will be no rewriting!

After the happiness comes the emptiness, just like the sage time three minutes later, the mood becomes depressed.

Liu Yong sighed, "It's a pity that there are only three articles. After reading one, there are only two left. Why doesn't Gu Lu write more?"

Soon, Liu Yong answered his own question, "Because I need to study?"

Gu Lu is different from ordinary students! He can't spend his time on studying. He should write more good works to feed readers who are lacking in spiritual state!
"Why isn't there anyone who can lock Gu Lu in a small dark room and make him write like crazy? He won't be allowed to eat until he finishes a book." Liu Yong sighed again.

Sighs turn into a long night, and the day fades into night.

The street light downstairs is broken. Some people say that the cable was dug up, while others say that the street light is old and the street office needs to replace it.

Anyway, there are no street lights and it’s pitch black and scary.

"Pong-pong--" Li Guyuan knocked on the door and shouted, "It's me, it's me, open the door."

Gu Lu opened the door. "It's late at night. This is... a bother to you."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Li Guyuan carrying a plastic bag and his trouser legs were stained with mud.

"Yuzi, my mother insisted that I give it to you. Hurry up and have some good eyesight. Take it." Li Guyuan said.

Gu Lu quickly lent a hand and led Li Guyuan into the door.

"This is from my hometown. Liangping pomelo, you know it?" Li Guyuan said, "You can't buy such authentic ones outside."

Gu Lu knew about Liangping pomelo, a specialty of Liangping, the foggy city, and it seemed to have been included in the national list.

There were seven or eight grapefruits in the plastic bag. Li Guyuan said, "Originally my mother insisted that I carry two bags, but then I thought that there was only one person in your family and you couldn't finish more, don't you think?"

"What you said makes sense." Gu Lu accepted it without hesitation, "Let's go, I'll take you downstairs."

"Fuck - I'm so tired from moving here, why don't you let me rest for a while?" Li Guyuan said, "I just finished my evening study and then my mom sent me here. I haven't even had dinner. Huang Shiren is not as good as you."

"It's too late. I'm worried that it's not safe for you to go home." Gu Lu said, "You haven't eaten yet? Come on, I'll treat you to a big meal."

Gu Lu didn't have to go to evening self-study and went home early. He would either eat at school after school or go out to eat after a rest at home. Anyway, there was not much food in his refrigerator for Tangyuan to eat.

"No, I'm not that hungry, and my mom makes soup for me every day. If I don't finish it, I'll be scolded." Li Guyuan said, "Besides, we are twins, so we can't talk about this."

After a brief greeting, Li Guyuan was almost done with rest.

Ready to leave.

He reminded Gu Lu to bring the flashlight.

"Your road is really dark, and the street lights are broken. Luckily I'm familiar with it, otherwise I would have stepped into a pit."

Upon hearing this, Gu Lu subconsciously looked at Li Guyuan's left foot. Wasn't there mud on his foot?
Fortunately, it was 2012. From 2000 to 2014, the foggy city still suffered frequent power outages. At the end of , many places in the main urban area even experienced power outages for several hours.

Therefore, many families have candles or flashlights.

I walked you out, just a short distance from the street corner. It took me twice as long as usual, because I had to walk out to see the lights on the store.

"The road is so bad that it's easy to step into a pothole if you're not careful." Gu Lu walked to the bus stop near his home and said, "I have two flashlights at home. I'll put one outside later."

"If you leave it outside for a while, someone will take it away." Li Guyuan said, "Gulu, don't waste this money. I have also organized some [book wandering] activities before, but I heard that junk collectors specifically pick up these books and sell them, so I don't do stupid things anymore."

Gu Lu knew about the activity of book wandering, which is to place books in public places. If anyone picks up a book, the person can take it home and read it. After reading it, the person can place it in any public place.

"At least it will be useful tonight." Gu Lu said.

"You are so optimistic. I guess people passing by will pick them up in a few minutes." Li Guyuan said, "My car is here. Eat more grapefruits. If you can't finish them, you can use them to make water."

This was the last bus, and Gu Lu watched Li Guyuan leave.

He returned home and took another flashlight and a few plastic bags. The dark road section was about four or five hundred meters long, with two forks in the middle. Gu Lu chose the middle street lamp post, twisted the plastic bags into a rope, tied it up and down, turned on the light, and it was bright.

Gu Lu’s flashlight is of good quality. After being fully charged, it can provide light for several hours.

"I hope I get up early tomorrow and you're still here," Gu Lu muttered, otherwise he would regret doing a good deed on a whim.

When I returned, I opened a pomelo on the spot. Liangping pomelo is sweet, not bitter at all. I remember I bought one at a fruit stall before, and it was very bitter.

While eating the fruit, Gu Lu casually picked up a magazine from the bookshelf and started reading.

He currently subscribes to seven or eight magazines, but he usually has to read books, so he only reads magazines during his breaks.

Gu Lu received "New Reading", mainly because this magazine is the smallest.

I forgot to mention one thing. The story in the previous issue of Xinrui Reading, "White Night Patrol", knocked down the iron pillar, and the big devil Gu Lu ended his days of dominating the arena.

It cannot be said that White Night Parade is better than Iron Pillar. The latter, in terms of both its core and story, goes beyond ordinary popular novels.

The main reason is that "Iron Pillar" was released too long ago, so long that few people remember it, while "White Night Parade" has a good horror atmosphere and story description, so it surpassed it in one fell swoop.

This is the problem with the defending mechanism. As time goes by, the excitement of the champion article will fade...

"Oops, I told you I forgot something, you see." Gu Lu thought, he had promised Xiao Xue that he would submit another article when he had time.

I remember that it was "Singing to the Moon in the White House" that was rejected. It has been several months... Gu Lu was a little anxious. He had just sorted out his cards, and there was no suspense or horror in the cards.

"Should I write one myself?" Gu Lu thought. He had read so many books, so it would be no problem for him to write one.

The problem is, quality assurance.

Gu Lu cannot guarantee that his article will become the champion. To put it bluntly, the parallel world and the earth are just like the flapping of butterfly wings. They are different in some places, but the entertainment level has not dropped a level. As a plagiarist, he will never underestimate other writers.

"The three great horror novelists in Europe and America are Edgar Allan Poe, Lovecraft, and Ambrose Bierce. Except for Edgar Allan Poe, the other two are missing." Gu Lu's thoughts began to diverge. "And Stephen King, the master of horror, how can I trigger it?"

Gu Lu was not familiar with Ambrose, but he was familiar with Lovecraft, the writer who created the Cthulhu mythology.

"If my guess is correct, I should have a chance to trigger Lovecraft and Stephen King." Gu Lu figured out the synthetic library of Goldfinger, but there was no definite evidence now, so he left it alone.

Gu Lu opened "New Reading" and started reading. Since the revision, the quality of this magazine has really improved a lot.

Half an hour later, Gu Lu finished reading and prepared to go to bed.

"In two weeks, the new issue of People's Literature will be released." Gu Lu was counting the days before going to bed. When he put the magazines back on the bookshelf just now, he saw the People's Literature he had just ordered.

"Years of Reasoning", "Science Fiction World", "Story Club", "New Reading", "Youth Literature", "Youth Digest", "Harvest", and "Sichuan Literature". Among them, People's Literature is the most substantial and will definitely attract attention.

There are still two weeks left for People’s Literature, but “Supporting Humanity” and “Supporting God” will be published in “SF Magazine” tomorrow.

SF magazine is the number one science fiction magazine in Japan, with no rivals. In addition, in the past half month, the popularity of "China's Genius" and "The Strongest High School Student in History" has remained high.

The combination of two powerful forces caused a surge in popularity right from the start.

"Will there be nothing if we leave this Chinese man? News about him is everywhere, and science fiction can be written freely?" Duanmu Saburo was indignant.

Especially when looking at the cover [The Strongest High School Student in History - The Strongest Science Fiction Masterpiece], Duanmu Saburo is a bit of a nationalist, so he particularly hates things that are particularly powerful in China.

It's like Duanmu Saburo hates basketball because China has Yao Ming.

Gu Lu was called the strongest high school student in history and was also related to basketball. It would be strange if Duanmu Sanlang didn't dislike him.

Immediately afterwards, Duanmu Saburo went to Kinokuniya, a three-story bookstore.

The first floor is for books, the second floor is for comics and AV, and the third floor is for peripherals. He stayed on the second floor for a while and then returned to the first floor.

As an aside, Japan’s comics atmosphere is indeed the best in the world. On the second floor, you can see a lot of people standing and reading comics, ranging from people in their 40s and 50s to junior high school students.

"Excuse me, is the new work of Kyushu prodigy Katsudane Maru on sale?" Duanmu Saburo asked the salesperson.

This Kyushu refers to Japan's Kyushu Island, and the child prodigy is Kumamoto, although he is currently studying in Tokyo.

"Katsutauchi Maru's new work will be available on May 5th, so it is not available in the store right now. I'm sorry." The salesperson responded.

A man in yellow clothes who was not polite at all interrupted, "May 4th? Then wouldn't it be put on sale on the same day as the work "The Little Prince" by the Chinese genius writer Gu Lu?"

"What a prodigy who launched the death charge." Man in yellow.

May 4th is Neon Green Day, which is probably similar to Arbor Day, and is a legal holiday.

"How rude. Katsudane Maru will surely beat the Chinese writer. He is a Kyushu prodigy. His works are very beautiful and have the style of a celebrity." Duanmu Saburo retorted angrily.

"You must be joking. If you've seen 'Owl Man', you'll understand the difference between Katsudane Maru and Gu Lu. It's like the difference between Mount Aso in Kumamoto Prefecture and Mount Fuji." The man in yellow is obviously a fan of Gu Lu. "China has a population of over one billion, several times ours, so it's very reasonable that there's a genius that we lost to."

"Baka!" Duanmu Saburo was so angry that he cursed, "Can literature be compared by population? Katsutane Maru's work will definitely win."

To increase the credibility of his words, he began to make up stories, "I know Gu Lu very well. This magazine has Gu Lu's new science fiction works. He is only a genius in a certain area, not the strongest high school student in history as advertised. For example, the science fiction he writes is not good at all."

"Well, right? You also have confidence in Katsutane Maru!" Duanmu Sanlang looked around.

The cashier didn't say anything. He was just an employee and didn't want to get involved in the customers' disputes.

The man in yellow obviously didn't like science fiction, so he didn't know about this news. He even tried to make up for it by saying, "Gu Lu is good at mystery and urban legends. It's normal that he's not good at science fiction. Are there any writers who are good at all genres?"

The two began to argue, and finally attracted the manager on duty of the bookstore.

This dispute was inevitable, because Gu Lu was too popular in Neon...

Duanmu Saburo returned home angrily with the SF magazine in his hand and opened it to read.

His plan was to watch it first, then curse online!

(End of this chapter)