After Hiukawa won the award, the whole person's level has been raised to a new level. Hiukawa himself didn't feel much, but when other authors mentioned him, they were full of admiration...
For example, Chu Li was the person who faced all this most directly, just like Hiukawa won the Flower Branch Award, and all the authors under her went crazy overnight.
For example, the retarded ghost—
[The ghost behind you: ah ah ah ah ah what to do! Hirakawa-sama spoke to me! ! ! !]
[The ghost behind you: I haven't dared to reply yet... I haven't dared to speak to Hiukawa for two days, and I feel that a full stop from him is worth a thousand dollars. One more second of nonsense with me is a great deal to the literary world Loss.]
[The ghost behind you: He actually asked me "what's for dinner tonight" just now—ah! look! It's these four words! "What to Eat Tonight", which won the Huazhi Award, reflects the cry for the phenomenon of "rich men's wine and meat stinks, and the road has frozen bones" in modern society, and the hesitation, pain and struggle of the dark class phenomenon!]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: No, he asked you just because the two of us were arguing over whether to eat or eat noodles tonight, and we were about to attack each other with vicious words.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: ... Where did I find you so wise (mentally retarded)?]
[The ghost behind you: Hirokawa can eat whatever he wants.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: How about morality, aren't you my friend?]
[The ghost behind you: I'm also a friend of Hirokawa Daiichi, and I'm still his running dog, woof!]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: ... ]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Do you still want to open your signing that is crowded in the alley next to the toilet?]
[The ghost behind you: I think so.]
[The ghost behind you: No, I have to make some progress, I can't stand still! I heard that Yuanyue Society still has a way to publish in Japan, can you help me get popular in Japan? People who wanted to see so many waved light sticks below, as if they were calling Hirakawa Dai's name, calling me: Oh Nai (*Japanese pronunciation of "ghost") Sama!]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: ... ... ... ... Oh, I am tired of Sam, please pretend that you have not heard of this. Where is Japan? Have you ever heard of Japanese light novels? Do you want to put the two-dimensional Selling things to Japan is just a dream—the last time our agency exported Japanese comics domestically, it only sold 200 copies in Japan. After that, the owner of the agency never mentioned the word "export to Japan" again.]
[The ghost behind you: What if the nautical theme can break new ground, isn’t there any popular nautical theme in Japan?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Have you ever heard of a comic called "One Piece"?]
[The ghost behind you: … … … … Yes.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: It’s okay to be motivated by Hirokawa to make progress, but can we stop jumping up and down the room like headless chickens? Be down-to-earth and try to manage your book signing that is crowded in the alley next to the toilet. The premise is that you have to finish the manuscript: for example, have you handed in the manuscript for this month?]
[The ghost behind you: Uh, let's go now, for the baby's signings that crowd the streets and alleys.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: It's the alley next to the toilet. I'll go to the garbage dump and pick up a table for you, and you can lie down on it to sign the sale.]
And Soheng—
[Suo Heng: Mr. Zhou Chuan is amazing. He is tall and handsome, and he is good at writing. I really envy such a person.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Why do you even... Look at your Weibo fans, since you started "Shading the Sky", you have soared more than 100,000 in the past five months, so you can wash your hair well. .]
[Suo Heng: ... I hate it, I just washed my hair today.]
[Suo Heng: What was the teacher thinking when he won the award? I can't help but make up my mind about it. When I stood on that stage, I must be very proud, right?]
[Shui Jun invited by the monkey: At that time, what he thought was probably: I want to pee.]
[Suo Heng:...]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: I'm not talking nonsense. He went to the bathroom after receiving the award. There's a real reason for that... I can't speak out because of his face.]
[Suo Heng: Then you say it now.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Because he insisted on eating noodles with fried sauce tonight, I was so tired after work that I had to go back and roll the noodles for him. I wanted to press his face on the panel and hammer it hard with a rolling pin. real.]
[Suo Heng:...]
above.
Needless to say, other little transparent authors, in their eyes, Hiukawa is a god, and Chuli is the little fairy who stands behind the god and is responsible for blowing the trumpet and scattering flower petals when the god appears... So this month, every author The delivery speed is very fast, and the average word count is two to five thousand more than last month.
Then, when people mentioned Chuli, it was no longer "the editor-in-chief of "Moonlight" magazine of Yuanyue Society", but "the editor of Hiukawa"... Chuli thinks that the main reason is that she went to the award ceremony, and then because of the Chuan forced a wave of exposure—
Now the whole world knows about their relationship.
If you dig deep, someone will find out that silence is golden after the hacked ghostwriting incident at the beginning, and it is so miserable to make Xiaoniao and Lao Miao so miserable that almost everyone in the industry will be dragged into the black hole. The instigator behind the name is Chu Li.
Therefore, the whole world naturally regards Chu Li as Hiukawa's personal editor—of course, some people are very dismissive of this relationship, thinking how can an editor get along with the author by relying on his own beauty.
Chu Li didn't mind this very much, even when he heard this statement, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise to the base of his ears: "Beauty? Me?"
I don't know what kind of thoughts are in the middle of the person who spread this kind of yin and yang talk in the middle, but she went off topic and the corners of his lips twitched. He was so embarrassed that he could only nod and smile and compound "Yes, yes"...
At the end of the month, Hiukawa also accepted an interview regarding this matter.
…
Chu Li remembered very clearly that that day was the weekend.
When Hiukawa turned on the computer and was interviewed by YY Voice, she was lying on the man's lap and watching "The Missing Heavenly Emperor Girl" was updated today, her teeth were itching, how could such a beautiful book be signed by Gu Baizhi? At the time, I suddenly heard the cute girl in charge of the interview in YY say something—
"Teacher, the recent issue of teacher's editing is also a hot topic among readers! According to a question from a ten-year fan of your brain, as far as she knows, for a long time in the past, you have not fixed Partners, there is no clear so-called 'personal editor' setting...
In today's general environment, many authors also believe that the editor has become a role responsible for docking with the publishing house, responsible for proofreading and book sales, but for the author, it seems that whoever does it is the same, who is the editor does not matter. It doesn't make any difference.
—And you also agree with this point of view, what do you think about this? "
The cute girl's voice fell.
Chu Li stopped swiping Weibo.
She raised her eyelids and glanced at the man sitting cross-legged holding the computer. At this moment, the latter was looking down at her. The moment the two looked at each other, the air froze a bit.
First ceremony: "..."
This ten-year brain-dead fan student, you really know how to ask questions, the head of the FF regiment, right
Clearing her throat, in order to prevent both her and Hirakawa from returning single after the interview, she threw away the phone and got up from the man's lap, mouthed to him "I'm going to the bathroom, you continue", and then dropped her legs on the sofa Get down, put on your slippers and try to stand up—
Just at this time.
The wrist was clasped by the man, and the warm and dry big hand used strong force to bring her down on the sofa again;
He pressed her forehead with his big hand, and forced her head back onto his lap;
Chu Li raised his head and looked at the man in a daze. The latter had a calm expression on his face.
"My previous opinion was the same as that of many authors. In today's era when online literature dominates, no matter whether it is a physical editor or a website editor, it is not much that can be done for the work, and it is even a bit superfluous... just like a writer I once wrote in literature The serial author friend on the website said that his editor can only command towers, write popular themes, and add eye-catching selling points. When he submitted the A outline and wanted to get some writing opinions, the editor told him that he could not Sell it, you can write the subject of B... He said that he actually cried at that time, sitting in front of the computer and crying. He said that he regretted showing the outline to the editor and asking him for his opinion, because suddenly he felt that he wanted to write I can't write anything."
The man's voice slowly sounded—
"This friend's experience is also experienced by many authors-in fact, in my opinion, the editor did nothing wrong, he just tried hard to let the author have a good article... The era of fast-food literary creation is a normal and correct choice—it’s just that such a starting point inadvertently makes authors and editors go further.”
The man's words stopped temporarily.
Chu Li blinked, feeling a little heavy in her heart: She had heard these words from Zhou Chuan. A long time ago, when she asked him innocently, why did she think she didn't need to edit, that's what he answered.
Chu Li moved, struggling to get away.
However, Hiukawa's big hand pressing on her forehead invisibly increased his strength, even let go of her head, stretched out his hand and pinched her face, full of warning: don't move around.
First ceremony: "..."
Hiukawa: "Therefore, more and more authors think: ah, I don't need to be in charge of editing, just write it myself."
Hiukawa: "They have also gradually forgotten that at the very beginning, the editor is actually the soul behind a book. The formation, composition, words and content of a book are of course filled with the shadow of the author, but at the same time, There will also be the will of the editor in charge of this book... "
Hirakawa: "A long time ago, editors existed silently as such souls."
Chu Li didn't move, she stretched out her hand and hugged the man's strong arm like a koala.
And the man's voice continued—
"But what has been forgotten does not mean that one day when I meet the right person, it will not be suddenly remembered... Many people think that I have been very smooth since the beginning of writing, and I don't need other people's assistance at all. And I used to Even thought so."
Hikawa paused.
"Until one day, I found that when I was slandered by someone as a ghostwriter, I didn't even dare to come up with my real debut work and stand up to prove my innocence... At that time, I realized that I was not as perfect as I imagined. In my writing career, I was also full of regrets.”
Chu Li stuffed his fingers into the man's fingertips and held them silently.
"You may have noticed that in "The Peach Blossom and the Sword", the male protagonist always wears black clothes, but in my later works, the white-clothed male protagonist has almost become an iconic existence—this is actually not a personal bad taste , is just a subconscious self-evasion."
…
"Because I was once denied by my father, I avoided a lot of things in the same way. I denied traditional literature and my own shortcomings, which made me look deviant—but there is a good saying, excessive self-confidence, in fact, is just inferiority complex."
…
"Until the day when the Huazhi Awards were presented, I heard my father say to me, 'I've read your book, and it's actually not bad', I... It's hard for me to express my thoughts at that time."
The man laughed lowly.
And Chu Li climbed up along his arms, arched her hairy head into his arms, and hugged his waist silently.
She pressed her head against the man's chest, and could feel his chest vibrate when he laughed.
And the voice of talking, close at hand.
"I am very grateful. It was she who asked me to send "The Book of the Luo River" to the competition, and then I seemed to get something I was looking forward to more than the Huazhi Award itself... From the age of sixteen, standing in the study room at home, handing out to my father From the moment I wrote the manuscript, I have been waiting thirteen years for something like this."
The man reached out and touched the head of the little girl who was snuggling in his arms—
"If you insist on asking me what's going on, then I can only tell you proudly—yes, I, Hirakawa, finally have someone to edit. There's nothing wrong with that, and I'm very happy for it."
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