Chapter 22: Father and son soldiers go to battle

Wu Yuchen looked at Zhou Shulan's serious expression and realized that it was because of this, and suddenly felt a bit dumbfounded.

In his past life, every time they met, they urged him to find a partner and get married, but now they were on guard, which was really...

"Mom, you really misunderstood, I'm really not dating!"

"Then why did you suddenly learn to cook?"

"I..." Wu Yuchen really felt wronged. He originally wanted to show filial piety to his parents, but why was he questioned by his mother even for cooking?

He now really admired those transmigrator predecessors who could fool people when they transmigrated into others, unlike him who transmigrated into himself, but was so stupid that he was questioned by his mother for this little thing.

Wu Yuchen saw Wu Jianping, who was silent on the side, and a flash of inspiration hit his mind: "Mom, you guessed right, I specifically learned to cook, but not to date."

"Then what is it for?"

"It's for my dad!"

"Your dad?" Zhou Shulan couldn't help but look at her husband.

Wu Jianping, who had been silent, was also stunned, and the food in his mouth stopped chewing.

Then he swallowed the food in one gulp, opened his eyes wide and asked back: "For me?"

Wu Yuchen nodded and said with a smile:

"Dad, do you remember what I asked you before?"

"What I asked you?" Wu Jianping recalled carefully.

"Are you talking about writing a novel for publication?"

Wu Jianping remembered, his son had told him a month ago, but he thought his son was joking with him.

"Yes! Dad, look, you've eaten the dishes I cooked, you can't eat for nothing, right?"

Wu Jianping smacked his lips, then put down his chopsticks, thought for a while and said:

"Chenchen, it's not that Dad won't promise you.

This novel is not something you can write if you want to. A long novel is too energy-consuming, and I don't have the ability to frame a story."

"Dad, you don't have the ability to frame a story, but I do!

I'll tell you the story, you write it, let's cooperate, and then use a pen name, let's call it 'Father and Son Soldiers Go to Battle'!"

Wu Yuchen clapped his hands and said.

That's right, Wu Yuchen didn't intend to write it himself, but wanted his father, Wu Jianping, to write it.

Don't look at Wu Jianping as a soldier in the past, he seems to be a rough man, but in fact, he is quite talented in writing. When he retired and transferred, he chose the publishing house among several units himself.

At least Wu Yuchen admitted that his writing style was definitely not as good as his father's. His own writing style was at most upper-middle, and writing a script was okay, but he had self-knowledge that he couldn't write the kind of flavor if he wanted to write a novel that was fascinating.

This thing sometimes really depends on talent. For the same story outline, handed to different people to write, some people write it interestingly, but some people write it boringly.

His father, Wu Jianping, belonged to the hard-pen type, with realistic and delicate writing, and the portrayal of characters was also incisive, with a simple and comfortable style.

And more importantly, his father had been a soldier, had been to the battlefield, even said he had seen blood, and had experienced a special era.

The novel he wanted his father to write was the military-themed and special-era novels that were about to become popular in the market, such as "Drawing Sword", "Sky of History", and "Romantic Life".

With him telling the story and letting Wu Jianping write it, there was no need to worry about the inconsistency of the writing style of the copycat.

And Wu Jianping's life experience could also make him write these stories with much more flavor than Wu Yuchen's own writing.

Compared to being a copycat himself, spending effort, Wu Yuchen felt that it was easier and more fulfilling to cultivate his father into a famous writer!

And as long as this matter could be done, the money problem could be solved. To be honest, filming movies or even TV series in China now might not really make as much money as writing a big hit novel.

"You make up the story and I write it? Father and son soldiers go to battle?"

Wu Jianping was really stunned by his son's statement, and then he smiled:

"Chenchen, it's not that I'm hitting you, the story of this long novel is not that easy to construct..."

Wu Jianping naturally knew what level his son was at. Since he was a child, he had never shown strong creative talent in writing compositions.

"Dad, don't look down on me. It was because I wasn't serious before. It just so happens that I have a script written, you take a look at my story first. If you think it's okay, then we'll settle the matter of writing a novel!"

After Wu Yuchen finished speaking, he was about to get up to get the script.

But he was pulled by Zhou Shulan again:

"Hey hey hey, what can't wait until after dinner to talk about?"

Then Zhou Shulan glanced at her smiling husband and said to Wu Yuchen with an unbalanced heart:

"Mom has really cooked for you for so many years in vain..."

"Hey, I said, is it different for my son to cook for me than for you? You are not missing a bite, you are even jealous of me!"

Wu Jianping picked up a chopstick of dishes and wanted to put it in his wife's bowl. Zhou Shulan dodged the bowl and pouted:

"I have hands myself. Humph, you get the benefit and still sell it."

Seeing this, Wu Yuchen didn't know his mother's thoughts, so he quickly picked up the dishes and piled them into Zhou Shulan's bowl.

Zhou Shulan's face improved, and she ate happily.

Wu Jianping and Wu Yuchen looked at each other, women!

After the meal, in the room, after Wu Jianping finished reading the "Bus 44" script, he stared at his son with surprised eyes and asked: "Did you really write this?"

Although this story was short, it was indeed well written. After reading it, it was full of drama, tension, and thoughtfulness, leaving a deep impression.

"Is there any fake? I've already filmed the movie, and I've been busy with this for a while, and I have to do post-production next.

Dad, is it okay? We agreed before!" Wu Yuchen emphasized.

Hearing Wu Yuchen say this, looking at the script in his hand, Wu Jianping believed his story about filming a movie.

Wu Jianping looked at Wu Yuchen. His son had only been in university for two months, how could he suddenly be so capable?

Could it be that the ability of university to teach and educate people is really so powerful?

No, his unit also has university students every year, and they are all plain and unremarkable!

Wu Jianping thought for a while but couldn't figure it out, and could only attribute it to the fact that his son's talent might not have been discovered by them before.

Then Wu Jianping shook his head: "Chenchen, I can't help you with this. If you have this talent, you should write it yourself. Writing style can be improved slowly, and it will come out after practicing more."

Parents plan deeply for their children. Wu Yuchen naturally understood his father's meaning. If you have talent and interest, you should develop and cultivate it yourself.

But Wu Yuchen understood that he was not a genius at all. It would be half the effort to go on the writer's path.

"Dad, it's also literary creation. Compared to becoming a writer, my ambition is to become a director!

I want to devote more energy to director learning rather than writing style.

But now my inspiration has come again. I think it would be a pity if this story is not created in time!

I want to write it into an outline and a detailed outline quickly, and then you will write it.

Dad, I'm not joking, I'm serious."

Wu Yuchen looked at his father sincerely. ===== CHAPTER 23 =====