Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back Chapter 304

  Chapter 304 Sunshine under the vines

   Fortunately.

  Jiang Yang still remembers the story of "Roger's Mystery".

   This is a particularly simple case, which can be summed up in one sentence.

   But the simpler it is, the harder it is to write. Jiang Yang has no thoughts, so he can only ask his master Zhang Zhen for help. Together, he will use the miniature model based on what he knows. For example, Poirot came to the countryside to plant zucchini, and then slowly dig out the memory.

   This is a process from scratch.

  Jiang Yang needed some information, so he turned to Sister Chen for help. Her husband is an editor, so he should know a lot about these.

   Now the two of them are in the house, restoring according to the pictures found on the Internet.

  Li Qingning was sitting under the grape arbor outside the yard, with washed grapes and cut watermelons on the stone table next to him. The grapes are picked from the vine rack above the head, not so sweet, slightly sour, but very juicy, and tastes good.

   There is also a tank next to it, with fish in it.

   Unfortunately, it is an ornamental fish.

   is too small.

  Li Qingning felt very sorry, and felt that he should eat fish for lunch.

  She likes this small yard, the dappled sunlight falls on her body through the grape trellis, the fish in the tank surface from time to time, and the person she likes is busy.

   There is nothing more satisfying than this.

  In order not to delay practicing the instrument, she brought the guitar and even found a hint of inspiration. While she was playing the guitar, she heard Jiang Yang arguing with Uncle Zhang. Two people who had never seen the English countryside were arguing about what the English countryside looked like.

  Li Qingning was thinking, how about taking Jiang Yang to the English countryside for a stroll?

  Just thinking about this, her friend in France sent a message saying that she was going to England to prepare for September Fashion Week.

  Li Qingning's eyes lit up.

  She sent a message back to her friend, asking her to take some time to go to the countryside to take some pictures when she arrived.

  My friend was very strange, but he still agreed.

  Li Qingning picked up the guitar again, after strumming the strings, tapped the panel above the sound hole with the big thenar in her right hand, and then the music belonging to the summer sun slowly flowed out from the strings. This is a guitar fingerstyle, which she just created.

  There is only a short melody for now.

  Call it the sunshine under the vine.

   Just as Li Qingning was improvising to a melody, Sister Chen led Liu Tao to knock on the door and come in.

   "Huh!"

  Sister Chen put down the book in her hand, "If I hadn't heard the guitar, I still couldn't find it."

   This small alley is too hidden, and I accidentally missed the entrance of the alley.

  Liu Tao also said hello, "I'm here to deliver the books."

   "Jiang Yang is in the house."

   Li Qingning said hello to Liu Tao, and took the tools brought by Sister Chen. She wanted to record the inspiration just now.

  Liu Tao entered the room with joy and expectation, and then he was dumbfounded.

  Jiang Yang didn't move a single word, he was playing with the miniature model with the uncle. Although he did a good job, this is not writing a new book.

  And his Poirot!

   And his Shepard!

   Liu Tao's heart was cold when Jiang Yang said a word and didn't move.

  He tried hard to stabilize his mentality, and was about to ask when to write—

"Depend on!"

  Jiang Yang made a careless move and broke a miniature model. I had no idea at all, but now I squeezed the toothpaste, no, it should be said that the thing squeezed out like blood from the fingertips was ruined, and the whole person immediately became irritable, and I couldn't help blurting out swear words.

  He felt that his head was rusted, and he couldn't think of anything, so he wished to give it two blows.

  Li Qingning was flipping through the books and materials handed over by Sister Chen outside, and heard his words, "Don't swear."

  Jiang Yang also knew that he should calm down.

  He put down what he was doing and went out.

  Uncle Zhang shook his head, "Young man—"

  He picked up Jiang Yang and failed.

   After Jiang Yang went out, he greeted Sister Chen and hugged Li Qingning from behind, begging for comfort. He now understands that it is really difficult when he can't remember anything, he feels like he is in a secret room, not only surrounded by walls, but also can't lift his spirits, has no interest in anything, just like a sage Time, but with a little more irritability.

  He will never do this again.

   Originally, I wanted to write a novel to make a bet for my wife to play with black silk, but now I am going to explode my head.

  Jiang Yang rested his head on Li Qingning's shoulder.

  Li Qingning ran her hands through his hair and massaged his scalp. She could quite understand this feeling. She also felt this way when she wrote "Half Sugar Ring". With the other hand, she flipped through the materials that Sister Chen had brought, spread out on her lap.

   This is a book about the economy at that time.

  Sister Chen found a chair to sit beside, ate a grape, "This place is pretty good."

  The yard is tidy, and it feels like a big hermit in the city.

  Sister Chen asked Jiang Yang how the script was going.

  Li Qingning: "After Yaya translated, I voted for some directors, but—"

  No news yet.

   Yaya is Li Qingning's good friend in France, she was the one who told her on the chat software that she was going to England.

"Why?"

   At this moment, Jiang Yang glanced at the previous page of the book.

It talked about the investment and scams of the British at that time. It mentioned a gold mine in Western Australia. Many British people invested in this project and lost their money. Coincidentally, Jiang Yang remembered that Dr. Sheppard was talking to When the neighbors who planted zucchini met, they talked about this. Shepard failed to invest in the gold mines of Western Australia, so that he failed to travel.

  And Poirot failed to invest in an oil field, so he grew zucchini in the countryside. Poirot also said at the time that it was fate that made them neighbors. By the way, Poirot jokingly asked Dr. Sheppard if he had a soft spot for blonde hair.

  Jiang Yang remembered that Dr. Shepherd's garden was next to Poirot's vegetable garden where he grew zucchini.

"ha!"

  Jiang Yang happily kissed Li Qingning, and ran back to the room.

"this-"

  Sister Chen didn't understand, "What happened?"

  Li Qingning shook his head.

And Liu Tao, who was in the house, was seeing a shocking scene: Jiang Yang ran in, and while telling Uncle Zhang about the garden and the zucchini vegetable garden, he ran to the computer, clacking and tapping on the keyboard, almost in one go. Write the story down.

   "Huh!"

   After writing this paragraph, Jiang Yang stretched his fingers.

  He threw himself into the busy work of Uncle Zhang again.

  They re-adjusted the seat of the house and another seat of the manor.

   Liu Tao was dumbfounded. This is the writing technique of a genius. He finally knew why Jiang Yang wrote so fast.

  The notebook is not closed.

Liu Tao took a closer look, without beginning or end, and went directly from "...I took the opportunity to sneak to the garden. I always like to play with flowers and plants..." When "I" in the book was pulling out dandelions in the garden, a zucchini flew over and almost smashed it When it comes to "I", it was thrown by the neighbor.

  Then, Liu Tao saw Poirot appearing on the stage.

  Poirot had been growing zucchini for several months. Today, he suddenly found the zucchini not pleasing to the eye, so he planned to throw it away. Then he threw it so hard that he threw it over the wall, almost hitting "me", that is, Dr. Sheppard.

  Then, the two started chatting, and they talked about Hastings settling in Argentina, and they talked about their investment failure experience.

  Poirot felt that Shepard was very similar to Xiao Hei, so he gave him a big zucchini.

   Absolutely!

   Liu Tao convinced.

  He now finally knows what a genius is.

  He should not use mortal thinking to speculate on the writing techniques of this genius.

  He felt that Jiang Yang must have conceived the meeting of the two in his mind for a long time, but he never found inspiration, so he didn't write it down.

   Now I suddenly got inspiration, so I wrote it down in one go.

   Don't look at the fast writing, the writing is very good. Poirot and Sheppard met and chatted in a leisurely and natural way, almost in line with "The Mysterious Case at Styles Manor", and it feels quite peaceful to read.

   And Liu Tao also felt that he liked this kind of reasoning genre in which the murder happened in a country house.

  It is different from the isolated environment, without that sense of tension; it is open in space, but the suspect is fixed, so the writing technique is very suitable for the author and the reader to engage in an intellectual competition, allowing the reader to enjoy the fun of reasoning.

   Previous mystery novels, there are mystery novels that have written country houses or similar scenes. However, it is quite rare that Jiang Yang's writing is so fluent, giving people a unique feeling, and allowing people to enjoy the fun of reasoning.

   At midnight

   The pure music is borrowed from "Sunshine Under the Lemon Tree in the Afternoon" DEPAPEPE, very nice pure music

  (end of this chapter)

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