Fang Zheng said: "Well... it's not that miserable."
Yu Nian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It will only be worse than you think, you know? I'm getting married today."
Fang Zheng nodded to express his understanding.
Yu Nian said: "But you must not know how many times I went on blind dates before I got to this point."
Fang Zheng asked: "How many times?"
Yu Nian said: "I started going on blind dates three years ago, five times a month, sixty times a year, and one hundred and eighty times in three years! Basically, I used all the resources around me before I found someone willing to talk to me more. Two sentences. In most cases, when the woman asks me what I do, I say I’m an online writer, and that’s basically the end of it.”
Fang Zheng said: "So miserable?"
Yu Nian said: "Absolutely. In the eyes of most girls, Internet writers are a group of poor and scumbag otakus. Because they don't know you, they can only ask their friends around them. Most of the Internet writers their friends know They are all one of the five to six million people, or the kind who are barely surviving. So the feedback I get is... I can't live this life."
Fang Zheng said: "Then do you hate them?"
Yu Nian shook his head and said: "If you don't hate me, why do you hate me? I'm not wrong in the first place. It's just a blind date, not a betrayal. Everyone has the right to choose their own happiness. I can't ask others to make do with me just because of my misfortune." Bar."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he smiled: "It's good that you think so. You said before that you were still one thousand two thousand last year, so how much is it this year?"
Yu Nian said: "I can be regarded as a fool who flies away. After ten years of hard training, my literary skills finally exploded in the second half of last year. I can now earn more than 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month. Plus channel fees, and physical publishing In terms of fees, the most I received in one month was more than 100,000 yuan.”
Speaking of this, Yu Nian was quite proud, and then he didn't forget to add: "Moreover, my copyright is also being negotiated. If it succeeds, I should be able to get about one million."
Fang Zheng gave a thumbs up and said: "Awesome, so your conditions should be very good. At least, better than most people in Songwu County, right?"
Yu Nian said: "I think so too, but when it comes to marriage, I just don't think it's useful. The woman must also feel the same way..."
Fang Zheng said: "By the way, is it right for you to get married today? Why did you come to this poor monk?"
Speaking of this, Yu Nian's eyes, which were originally full of energy, dimmed instantly, and he said bitterly: "Master, I actually want to ask you whether I should continue writing online articles."
Fang Zheng said: "Why do you want to ask this poor monk?"
Yu Nian subconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes and wanted to smoke, but when he took it out, he remembered that this was a temple and smoking was not allowed.
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Let's go out for a walk. You can smoke outside."
Yu Nian nodded gratefully and followed Fang Zheng out.
Although the snow on the mountain is thick, it has not snowed for many days in a row. The mountain wind is strong enough to blow the thick snow into a slate-like snow shell. When you step on it, you will not sink. It is like walking on the mountain. It looks like it's on the concrete floor.
The only difference is that it's a little slippery...
In addition, there are so many tourists. People who come every day have trampled their way through many places on the mountain with just their feet.
Therefore, it is not difficult for two people to walk.
Yu Nian lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then said, "I'm confused. I don't know if I should continue."
Fang Zheng said nothing and waited quietly.
Yu Nian continued: "I like writing, I have liked it since I was a child, but there has never been any channel for me to make a living. You know, the sales volume of traditional publications is not high, and the remuneration paid is pitifully small. The most important thing is Yes, it doesn’t matter if you don’t, it’s very difficult to be selected. So, even if it’s just a few dollars, it’s not that easy to earn.”
Fang Zheng nodded with deep feeling, because there used to be an old man in Yizhi Village who used to teach in a private school. He talked a lot, and every sentence was convoluted. At that time, Fang Zheng felt that the other party was bitter, but when Fang Zheng grew up, he realized that the old man's words were well-spoken, quoted from classics, and his words were very wonderful.
Fang Zheng still remembered that the old man got angry once and stood on the street and cursed for more than an hour. Finally, he recited an article. Fang Zheng was curious and listened to it, but he did not remember it.
Later, when I went to school and learned about this article, I realized that it was a poem used by Mr. Wen Yiduo to curse people - Dead Water!
The old man submitted an article to a county publication, but it was rejected.
It doesn't matter if he rejects it. The old man told others at first that there are too many excellent writers in the world, but what he wrote is still not good...
But when that issue came out, the old man took a look and found that the poem that took his place was actually...
“Ah, sky, you are so blue.
You are so blue…
I dream of flying up there,
It's a pity there is no chance. "
That's right, it's just such a poem that replaced the poem that the old gentleman had been pondering for a month.
So the old man got angry and ran to the county town all night, blocked the door of the publication and cursed with the people inside. Later I found out that the person who wrote the poem was a retired cadre who had nothing to do, but also wanted to be a scholar. , cultivate your sentiment.
That poem not only replaced the old gentleman's poem, but also won the city's grand prize that year. The cadre himself was so confused at the time that when he went to receive the award, he threw away the certificate and said: "What the hell... I Can that piece of crap win an award? Are you kidding me? Or are you scolding me?"
Then the veteran cadres walked away...
That became a joke at the time.
The old gentleman didn't know what happened next. Anyway, after that incident, he started to curse when he came back and started reciting "Dead Water" on that day.
Fang Zheng couldn't remember the entire content of Dead Water, but the last one or two sentences always made him feel very happy, so the impression was extremely profound. He can still recite it now: It's better to let the ugly cultivate it and see what kind of world it creates.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng also said casually.
When Yu Nian heard this, he said with emotion: "Hey, although it's not all like that, as long as you have bad luck and encounter one, you probably won't be in the mood to write."
Fang Zheng nodded slightly. The old gentleman from that time left Yizhi Village after that incident, and then there was no news from him.
I guess I'm also desperate for something...
Yu Nian said: "Fortunately, later on, Internet articles appeared, and I saw an opportunity again. When I earned my first remuneration from Internet articles, two hundred yuan for full attendance, I decided that this was the path, and it was mine. It’s my hobby, and if I work hard, it’s possible to support myself, that’s enough. Ten years have passed, and it’s really hard for me to give up suddenly... "
(End of chapter)