Looking at the rain, it was estimated that it would continue to rain for a long time. After thinking about it for a while, Li Miao said: "In this case, let's bother the girl."

Today's season is already colder. Because he was running, he was wearing casual clothes, which were naturally not much. Now that he was soaked in the rain, he could easily catch wind and cold. In this era, once he catches wind and cold, it is not like in later generations.

Simple.

Although he now has a ray of inner energy in his body, it is far from as strong as Zhe Xinyi's inner energy, and it is still difficult to resist the cold.

The soft and beautiful woman picked up the basin of water again, poured it out, and invited Li Miao into the house.

The house is not big, and at a glance, almost all the layouts fall into the eyes, but it looks very exquisite, which makes people know that the owner of the house is a person who lives an exquisite life.

The soft and beautiful woman invited Li Miao to sit down and poured her a cup of hot tea.

"Thank you."

After thanking him, Li Miao picked up the tea cup and blew it a few times.

A sip of hot tea slid from the throat into the stomach, immediately dispelling a lot of the chill in the body.

The graceful woman brought the charcoal, squatted down, and tried to light it.

But...after a lot of operations, I still couldn't successfully ignite the charcoal.

Seeing this, Li Miao had no choice but to say: "I'll do it."

Hearing this, the soft and beautiful woman stood up and gave up her position to Li Miao.

Her pretty face heated up slightly, and she said with some embarrassment: "I used to be able to light it quickly, but I don't know why it was so difficult to light it today."

"There's something wrong with your technique. You need to put a few pieces of charcoal together like this, and then..."

As Li Miao spoke, he showed the beautiful woman how to operate it. After a while, he lit the charcoal, and the room, which was originally a little damp and cold, gradually warmed up.

The two sat down around the charcoal fire.

The room was completely quiet, except for the crackling sound from time to time when the charcoal was burning, and the sound of raindrops falling on the tiles outside.

"Ahem..."

Li Miao coughed lightly, breaking the silence.

I saw him asking like this: "My name is Li Sanshui, don't you know what to call the girl?"

The soft and beautiful woman whispered: "Little girl Su Rou."

Li Miao praised: "What a good name."

Then, the room fell into silence again.

Li Miao: "..."

The woman opposite is indeed very good-looking, and even wearing simple clothes can't hide her beauty, but she can't keep staring at her, and there is really no good topic to talk about at the moment.

, Li Miao had no choice but to look elsewhere in the room, hoping to find some topics to talk about, so as to avoid the increasingly embarrassing atmosphere.

There is a table with a lot of papers on it. It can be seen that they are filled with dense words, but because of the distance, it is not possible to clearly see what is written.

Seeing Li Miao's eyes falling there, Su Rou explained rather embarrassedly: "This is a novel I usually write in my spare time."

Hearing this, Li Miao couldn't help but feel a little surprised: "Miss Su, do you like writing novels?"

"Hmm."

Su Rou nodded lightly and said, "I'm a little interested."

Then, she suddenly thought of something, and looked at Li Miao expectantly: "Master Li, can you help me read my novel?"

Li Miao was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Of course it's possible."

After hearing Li Miao's promise, Su Rou quickly stood up, sorted out the papers on the table, and then brought them over to Li Miao to see.

This... is obviously a novel written by a first-time novelist. After just reading a few paragraphs, there is nothing that makes people want to read more.

Li Miao patiently finished reading.

"Master Li, how are you?"

Su Rou looked at Li Miao nervously.

"Huh..."

Li Miao let out a breath and did not answer immediately, but asked: "Miss Su, before that, let me ask you a question. What is your purpose of writing this novel? Just out of pure interest.

Write about it, or do you want to make some money from it?"

Different reasons have different answers.

After Su Rou was silent for a while, Fang said: "It's the second one."

Li Miao understood, organized his words for a while, and said: "There are several problems. First, there are many irrelevant descriptions. For example, at the beginning, you spent a lot of pen and ink to write about a little girl and a dog.

Little Goat, I thought the little girl was the protagonist, but it wasn’t until the real protagonist appeared that I realized she wasn’t, and the little girl has no role in the development of the plot. So, it’s best to remove the little girl’s words. It’s not necessary. At most, mention it.

Then one or two sentences will do."

"Second, the pace is relatively slow, which can easily make people lose interest in reading. You should speed up the pace a bit."

"Third, the main line is unclear..."

"..."

Li Miao talked about several existing problems eloquently.

As Li Miao mentioned an existential problem, Su Rou's mood became lower and lower.

Is her writing really that bad?

Before that, she thought her writing was pretty good, so she dared to show it to the man in front of her.

Could it be that he didn't understand it? But when I recalled the details of my novel based on these questions, I found that he was right.

She... really writes poorly.

"Of course...the above are just some of my personal opinions and some personal suggestions." Li Miao added.

After regaining her good mood, Su Rou thanked: "Thank you Mr. Li for your suggestions. These suggestions have been of great help to me."

Then, she asked curiously: "Mr. Li, I think you seem to have a lot of experience in writing novels. Could it be that Mr. Li, have you written novels before?"

Recalling the days of constant revision and rejection, Li Miao sighed and said, "Yes, I also wrote a novel back then, and I changed many beginnings for this."

Su Rou asked: "Then... Mr. Li, what is the name of the novel you wrote before?"

Li Miao said: "It's just a very unknown novel. Miss Su must have never heard of it, so I won't mention it."

Hearing this, Su Rou had no choice but to suppress her curiosity.

Finally, she mustered up the courage to talk to Li Miao: "Um... Mr. Li, I plan to revise my novel based on your suggestions today. Can you help me read it again tomorrow?"<

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Li Miao said cheerfully: "It's okay of course. I run and pass by this street around this time every morning."

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. I didn't expect that one day, he would be able to work as an editor. He was just a kid at the time.
Chapter completed!