Chu Li is not Hiukawa’s little eunuch, so of course it is impossible to ask for leave just to buy rice rolls for him, throwing him a face like “going out to buy rice rolls is good for your body and mind”, putting away your phone, Chu Li pushed open the door of the editorial department, and went straight to To the elephant's seat—
Sit down, open the Photoshop software, and pretend to be an artist... while sneaking a glance.
Suo Heng's mental state looked terrible, his complexion was so pale that it was almost transparent, there were thick dark circles under his eyes, only his lips were red from being tortured and bitten by him. Her hair is a bit messy, and her long hair is like a curtain in front of her face. On such a hot day, she looks like she hasn't washed it for a few days—it's hard to imagine how she is in such a tense situation. for creation.
I accidentally thought of Zhou Chuan a few days ago. Apart from knowing that he needed to take a bath, he didn’t seem much better than her. Fortunately, Chu Li forcibly dragged him out of the house at that time... Thinking of this, Chu Li withdrew his gaze and felt emotional : It's a pity that the actor didn't appreciate it at all.
—Looking at Q again, it is indeed still alive and well at the moment, "What's the use of you if you don't even buy rice rolls".
I just replied "Go back to sleep and go back to the cage and you won't be hungry when you fall asleep" and then turned off Q. After a while, Ah Xiang, who came in after work, walked in... Looking at the guy who was sitting in his seat and fiddling with the drawing software Chu Li, and looked at the girl sitting in the Chu Li position with her head lowered and wiping her tears, the Meibian girl looked bewildered.
Chu Li gave up half of the chair and motioned Ah Xiang to come over and squeeze.
Ah Xiang put down his breakfast and really came over to squeeze with her. The two of them squeezed together on a chair, took out their mobile phones on the left and right—
[Flying elephant: What's going on?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: ... Lao Miao was doing something wrong yesterday. The boss just finished saying that he asked us to find a follow-up in secret. Lao Miao turned around and said to Suo Heng: No one wrote the follow-up at the beginning of yours. There are two ways, either you write the follow-up yourself, or cancel the first issue of the January issue directly, you choose.]
[Flying elephant:...]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: What the hell are these two options? They really poke at the heart of the author, and dance on the grave of his dignity? Why don't you just tell the author directly: Choose one between going up the knife mountain and going down the oil pan?]
The two people who were crowded on a chair raised their heads and looked at each other. At this moment, Suo Heng stood up suddenly and said in a voice that could be heard by the entire editorial department: "I know that I am not popular now, so I can write well." It’s not good either—readers send me private messages every day, why do you write more and more badly? I really miss you who was full of aura between the lines... I see, don’t I understand? I really don’t need anyone to sympathize with me, you guys It doesn't matter if you want to withdraw my manuscript or withdraw my people!"
Chu Li grabbed Ah Xiang's sleeve, and Ah Xiang immediately put on an expression of "Don't grab me, I'm afraid too" and threw her away—
The room was silent.
Suo Heng sobbed: "I don't want to write anymore, I've gone from peak to trough all these years, I've had enough... But, if you don't want me to write anymore, tell me yourself, why bother to find an editor to insult me?" Me, send me away?"
The atmosphere instantly became Qiongyao. Yu Yao was originally standing, but now she sat back on the chair, and the chair turned her back to everyone. She lowered her head and sighed in a slightly hoarse voice for a long time: "I'm sorry. Ah, it's all my fault."
Chu Li and Ah Xiang shivered instantly and huddled together.
[Flying Elephant: ...Mad, did I travel to some weird literary movie? So what happened to her boss?]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: ... ]
It's a long story about Yu Yao.
Chu Li sat here for 20 minutes. On the surface, he stared blankly at Photoshop for 20 minutes, but in fact he listened attentively to the gossip for 20 minutes—
It turns out that Yu Yao and Suo Heng have known each other for a long time, just as Zhou Chuan and Lao Miao had reminded them by insinuation... Seven or eight years ago, Suo Heng had just become famous when he was young, and Yu Yao was still young. Stepping into the editorial department, the heart is full of enthusiastic newcomer editors.
The two newcomers bumped into each other, and a wonderful chemical reaction took place. After Suo Heng's first book was signed to Yu Yao, the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers. Suo Heng's book paved the way, publicized... In the end, as a newcomer, Suo Heng's first book achieved an unbelievable print volume for the publishing house at that time!
At that time, Yu Yao suddenly gained a firm foothold in the editorial department, and at the same time, Suo Heng was also facing various honors that came with it...
super rookie;
Most Potential Beauty Writer;
Post-90s best-selling female author;
Rising Stars of Bestsellers…
some type of.
Suo Heng was also very grateful to Yu Yao at that time, and the two hit it off and became close friends—even after Yao came to G City with a job transfer, Suo Heng also came to G City. Shared rent with best friends...
Every day after get off work, Suo Heng cooks a meal at home and is equal to Yao. Yu Yao and Suo Heng will discuss the plot and outline of Suo Heng's new book while eating.
Soon, during their discussions, Suo Heng's second book was born, and it was still a big seller. It was a happy thing for everyone, but at this time, something happened—
Once a person reaches a certain height, they begin to fantasize about Zhenggao's broader field. Both Suo Heng and Yu Yao are no longer satisfied with being a "bestseller" with a "print volume of 30,000 to 50,000 copies". Big, push your own articles to more readers—
Suo Heng began to seriously consider the skills and methods of "writing" for the first time; at the same time, Yu Yao also moved a series of creative guidance books home, such as "Developing Story Creativity", "Basics of Film Script Writing" , "story (story)"... everything.
[It is more three-dimensional to express the emotions and personalities of characters through events.]
[You are wrong to write like this.]
[The character of the character must be rich. A good person cannot be a good person. There must be some flaws in his character that have nothing to do with the three views—for example, if the protagonist is a teenager, it is reasonable for him to have the second disease.]
[The characters are too monotonous, you should think about the stories behind them, and treat them as living people with a past. You want to write it well and show it to me, we will discuss it together...]
Discussions like this began to appear. At the beginning, Suo Heng followed this method to change. In the third book, readers did praise "the writing technique is more mature" and so on...
But starting with the fourth book, for some reason, sales started to decline.
Comments such as "It feels too written", "The writing is like a textbook, it looks good, but it doesn't resonate well, big", "The author's writing is more and more commercialized, and he has no inspiration" and "Jianglang's talent" appeared——
In Chu Li's words, you can say that an author's book is super bad and ugly, but you can't say that she is out of talent and has no inspiration... This is definitely stabbing the author's heart.
Suo Heng thought that this was his bottleneck period, and he worked hard to read more writing books, trying to get out of the bottleneck period—
This process has continued to this day, and Suo Heng is still publishing books in Yuanyue Society, but now people have almost forgotten the existence of Suo Heng when mentioning "talented" authors;
Yu Yao didn't take her with him anymore, as if the two were escaping from something, Yu Yao moved out of their shared apartment and came to the bastard editorial office of "Moonlight";
Suo Heng followed, but Lao Miao directly connected with her...
above.
What exactly happened in it, in fact, Chu Li didn't know, just looking at the current situation, Yu Yao regretted showing Suo Heng those messy writing books, and thought that he had harmed Suo Heng...
Made.
dog blood.
It is not easy for the editor and the author to come up with such an unconventional tragic ending.
At this point, Chu Li finally understood what was going on with the sense of disobedience she had felt since entering "Moonlight"—
The reason why Mr. Yu Yao helped her to speak was probably because she had seen the shadow of herself in her back then. When she described the first ceremony, she said "enthusiasm" and "blood" in every mouthful;
Why did Yu Yao always have an ambiguous attitude when he wanted to delete and revise the "Luohe Divine Book" in Chuli, and he always followed the author's opinion as the standard of conduct;
Why is it that when Yu Yao confronts "Suo Heng", as long as Lao Miao mentions it, she will seem to give in;
Why does Yu Yao seldom intervene in what and how the author writes? Chu Li even once thought that Yu Yao did not have his own judgment in this regard...
—It turned out that Yu Yao was just a person who was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of well ropes for ten years.
Chu Li and Ah Xiang squeezed together on the same chair to watch the whole show. Yu Yao and Suo Heng went out. Before going out, she took a look at Lao Miao. dissatisfied…
After the air pressure in the editorial department returned to normal again, Chu Li sat back in his seat, opened Q, and discussed with Zhou Chuan about Yu Yao and Suo Heng—
[Hikawa: You also know? So what I said that day is that in the current environment, authors don’t need editors anymore, because there are too few editors who can really play a positive role.]
[Hikawa: An editor who doesn't even know what he wants blindly pushes the author forward, which is harmful.]
[Hi Chuan: You still stared at me that day, as if I were some heinous white-eyed wolf who didn't know what to do.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Teacher, I just want to comment on this matter with you, Suo Heng and Yu Yao's cohabitation routine is a bit similar to the two of us.]
[Hikawa: Where does it look like?]
[Hikawa: I didn’t sit at the dinner table with you to discuss the book I’m writing; I didn’t sit in front of the vanity mirror in my pajamas after dinner, brushing each other’s hair and discussing who the protagonist of my new book should kill next…]
[Hikawa: I may be out of breath in more than ten years, but I won't sit in front of you and cry to you—I don't need to write, but if you want to give up, please tell me in person.]
First ceremony: "..."
Hiukawa's typing speed was so fast that Chuli hadn't figured out how to refute his last sentence, but his next two or three sentences had already appeared—
[Hikawa: Hurry up and move the writing books home, and say "Teacher, please take a look", I dare to stand at the door of the house and fight with you, then tear up those books and set them on fire for your sake. Corpse cremation rituals add bricks and tiles.]
[Hikawa: I really do, if you don’t believe me, try it.]
[Hikawa: I will finish my last masterpiece: "Killing the Editor" in prison.]
First Ritual: "…………………"
Damn retarded.
[The sailor invited by the monkey: I just have a girlish feeling in my heart, and I want to chat with you, but you chatted to death.]
[Hikawa: What the fuck, think I'm free?]
…
In the afternoon, Yu Yao, who had been out for a whole day, came back. She looked very tired and told everyone that the plan for the frontispiece of the January issue would not be cancelled, and everyone continued to find someone to write the follow-up of the three authors.
Everyone has orders.
On this day, Yu Yao never said a word to Lao Miao again.
…
In the evening, Chuli returned home.
As usual, I cooked for the author who threatened to write an article called "Killing the Editor" a few hours ago. The two sat at the dining table and maintained basic etiquette in silence with each other.
Chu Li: "Today I will wash the pot, teacher, why don't you spend 20 minutes writing a follow-up for Suo Heng?"
Riu Chuan crossed Erlang's legs and wiped his mouth with a paper towel, with a hole in the corner of his eye. He looked very old like that: "Yu Yao asked you to find me?"
Chu Li was silent for a while: "No, it's just that since you know about it, I don't want to ask other authors. The less people in the circle know about this kind of thing, the better..."
"Oh." Zhou Chuan looked Chu Li up and down, didn't speak, and had a half-smile on his face, as if he was laughing at her for being full and supporting herself with bad intentions, and Suo Heng wasn't taking care of her, so why bother
Under the man's playful gaze, Chu Li bit her lower lip, carried the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, threw them into the sink, turned on her phone, and found the only outsider she thought could help—
Mr. L.
After briefly explaining the cause and effect of this incident, Mr. L quickly responded to Chu Li—
[Mr. L who disappeared: It would be more appropriate for you to seek help from a serious writer for this matter. Have you approached Hiukawa? Have you had a good relationship with him recently?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey:? ? ? ? ? He also threatened to fight with me in the morning, and wrote a book "Killing the Editor" recording his own killing process...Mad, the big Leibi, thought he was Keigo Higashino! ! ! ! ! !]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: I begged him in front of him just now, and if he didn't want to, he still looked at me with that kind of "Are you sick or think I'm sick" eyes.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: I get angry when I say it.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Why not write it yourself if you ask him.]
Throwing the phone away, Chuli began to wash the dishes.
At this time, she heard the sound of Zhou Chuan opening the door and taking Er Gouzi out for a walk, she stretched her head and looked, this guy didn't bring his mobile phone when he went out.
Making a face at the man's back, Chu Li retracted his head and continued to wash the dishes... Twenty minutes later, when the sound of the door opening and the sound of the dog's paws stepping on the ground reappeared, Chu Li just wiped the last one. The dry pan was stuffed back into the cupboard.
Wiping her hands on the apron, she untied the apron and rolled it into a ball. Chuli walked out of the kitchen holding the apron in one hand and the phone in the other... At this moment, the phone vibrated in her hand, and she lowered her head to see Mr. L who was silent for a while, not knowing why After going, finally returned to her—
[The disappearing Mr. L: Are you so angry?]
[Mr. L who disappeared: You didn't tell him that you were in a hurry, did you?]
[Mr. L who disappeared: Hey, okay, okay, I'll help you, why worry, don't you still have me?]
[Mr. L who disappeared: I will send it to you before dawn tomorrow morning.]
Chu Li let out a long breath.
I was just about to show off to Hiukawa that I found someone to help me, so I don’t need you, so stay where you are so cool, but when I looked up, I saw the man who had just returned home leaning on the edge of the sofa, holding his hand in one hand. Looking at his mobile phone, he doesn't know who he is chatting with at the moment. In the new message notification sound of ding ding dong dong, his eyes are rare and soft, and the corners of his lips are slightly raised...
He lowered his head, concentrating and patiently, chatting with someone who didn't know who it was.
— Chu Li stood in front of him for a long time, but he didn't raise his head to look at her, not even a single glance.
The flaunting and bragging that came to my mouth was swallowed back into my stomach at once... The back of the hand that had just washed the dishes was still a little wet at the moment, the fingers holding the apron were slightly tightened, and the round fingertips were slightly white because of this movement...
Chu Li suddenly thought of the way this guy looked at her in the way he looked at non-human beings before he went into the kitchen to wash the dishes just now—
... Is the difference in treatment too big
When had he ever spoken to me with that look? !
A burst of irritability and sourness suddenly appeared in his heart, Chu Li frowned, threw the apron in his hand on the sofa, and went upstairs without looking back.
The little girl stepped on the attic stairs with her slippers, making a loud "crack".
The man sitting downstairs raised his head, looked blankly at the crumpled apron thrown on the sofa, and then looked at the attic stairs behind him—
Even though I'm Mr. L, didn't I fucking condescend and agree to write to her
What's not to like
What's wrong with this
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