In the Internet age, the biggest feature of all information transmission is "speed" - the gossip about whether the works of the popular best-selling author Zhe Chuan were written by his father Zhe Guxuan is everywhere by the evening. Other friends of Zhe Chuan or authors he knows will inevitably come to ask him what happened. Whether out of kindness or curiosity, asking too much always makes people a little irritated.

Looking back at the whole incident, from the time "The Divine Book of Luo River" was shortlisted to the present day, it has suffered an unexpected disaster. It seems to have a sense of a "happy event turning into a zombie" that is quite absurd.

In the evening, just after dinner, Jiang Yucheng also came to find Zhuchuan——

【Jiang Yucheng: Oh, I just woke up. 】

At this time, Chuan Chuan was already annoyed by this group of people, and he had no good temper towards Jiang Yucheng, a veteran...

【Zhuchuan: How? 】

【Jiang Yucheng: Not bad, when I open Weibo, you are everywhere... It's really annoying, what's going on?】

【Zhuchuan: From what you saw, three people can make a tiger, and you also come to "comfort" me?】

【Jiang Yucheng:………………I was shot at with you. If I comfort you, who will comfort me? Look at what the news says—"It is said that the famous bestselling author Chuan Chuan used his father's relationship to enter the National Writers Association as an outstanding young author...By the way, Jiang Yucheng was also one of them."】

【Tsukawa: …】

When the two of them were having this conversation in Q, Chu Li was lying on Chu Chuan like a lazy tree, squeezing a sofa with him. Chu Chuan was typing right in front of her. When she saw what Jiang Yucheng said, she laughed mercilessly until Chu Chuan fumbled and covered her mouth with his hand...

【Jiang Yucheng: Why the hell am I so unlucky that I have nothing better to do than to lie on the wall with you.】

【Zhu Chuan: I showed you Tmall. Along with The Divine Book of Luo River, The Lost Amusement Park has sold thousands more copies. Some merchants are eager to launch a package deal for both books with free shipping... It seems everyone wants to see what the powerful people in the writing circle look like.】

【Jiang Yucheng: tall, handsome, rich, funny, talented, mature, and intellectual.】

【Jiang Yucheng: What about the first ceremony? 】

Zhuchuan lowered his head and glanced at Chuli. Chuli reached out and tapped the three words "I'm here" on his phone and sent it out through Zhuchuan's phone. The man hummed with satisfaction and continued typing -

【Zhuchuan: In my arms.】

【Jiang Yucheng: ...I shouldn't have asked.】

【Jiang Yucheng: Are you two officially together? Ah, the whole world knows about it, so you must be officially together... I didn't expect that someone like you who never knew the word "responsibility" could be so brave.】

【Jiang Yucheng: I won’t say any more. Please let me know when you break up. Thank you.】

【Jiang Yucheng: I look forward to receiving such "good news" tomorrow. 】

【Zhuchuan: You are dreaming. 】

[Zhu Chuan: When I die, I will take her into the coffin with me. If I cremate her, I will mix her ashes with mine.]

Throwing away the phone, Chu Li discovered that Jiang Yucheng and Zhu Chuan still had a tacit understanding. Knowing that Zhu Chuan was already annoyed by all kinds of information from the outside world and didn't need comfort at all, Jiang Yucheng also never mentioned words related to "comfort"...

After coming over to say hello and confirming that Chu Chuan was still alive and still had the energy to argue with him, he decisively prepared to end the topic -

After all, when people are emotionally depressed, sometimes too much care or comfort can be a burden to them.

Sometimes they probably just want to be alone for a while and do something completely unrelated.

It’s a very simple truth, but many people don’t understand it.

Jiang Yucheng was probably someone who had been through a low point before, and he knew what it was like to expose wounds in the name of "caring," so he came and left in a nonchalant manner, leaving only one sentence in the end:

【Jiang Yucheng: It is better to say something you haven’t done. No matter how it will be interpreted, if you haven’t done it, you haven’t done it. There is no need to remain silent.】

Looking at Jiang Yucheng's last message, Chu Li and Zhuo Chuan looked at each other. Things had developed to such a heated level. Facing overwhelming doubts, Zhuo Chuan said nothing and remained silent from beginning to end.

Now that I think about it, what Jiang Yucheng said does make sense: Why should I allow you to spread rumors and smear me for something I haven't done?

So ten minutes later, there was the only positive response from Joo Chuan in the past few days, from the beginning of the incident to the full outbreak now. Joo Chuan posted a new status on Weibo:

[Zhu Chuan: I apologize if this has caused any misunderstanding. I have never said that "Eastern Charming Records" is my first work.]

“Have you finished distributing them?”

“I have sent them out.”

"Can I see it?"

"What are you looking at? You are a celebrity agent. You have to control everything that is posted on Weibo."

After the Weibo post was published, Chu Li took away Zhu Chuan's phone to prevent him from reading those random comments that would affect his mood. Without the Internet, the two of them simply sat on the sofa and watched Hermann's movies all night... starting with his first movie twenty years ago, a total of five movies. As they watched, they discussed Hermann's favorite shooting techniques and the writing style of the original works, as well as what he retained and improved from his first work...

Chu Chuan is indeed a fan of this world-class writer. He can combine Hermann's own growth history with each of his works and movies and give a different opinion or two...

"It was said before that Herman was looking for Chinese writers to collaborate on his next work."

"It's impossible to find me."

"What's the difference between a man without dreams and a salted fish?"

"What do you want to do now..."

"When The Magpie on a Different Branch was published, the whole world gave way to it. Even you, Zhao Chuan, had to step aside because of your conflicting schedule. Hey, who are you threatening with your white teeth? Am I not telling the truth? With such a great resource that everyone works together to obtain without even praying to God, how could the book not sell well? Aren't you tempted? Don't you want it? Don't you want to enjoy it?"

"...If you stop being an editor, you can become a salesperson."

"'The Startled Magpie on Another Branch' was published by Gu Baizhi. I heard it's selling really well. Oh, I'm so jealous..."

"I really want to throw you out of the house." Zhuchuan paused, "or stick the 30 Tenant Rules on your head."

"I'm not a tenant anymore," Chu Li leaned on the man's chest and raised her head slightly, staring at him with wide eyes, "Am I not yours..."

Stop halfway through.

Zhuochuan raised the corner of his lips: "My what?"

Chu Li blushed slightly, raised her hand and used her fingers to press the curve of the man's lips: "Don't laugh."

"I didn't laugh."

"You did. Oh, Mad, stop laughing!"

It was already one o'clock in the morning after watching the latest movie "The Magpie in the Palace". Chu Li yawned and was so sleepy that she was half conscious. She climbed out of Zhuchuan's arms and returned his phone to him. She watched the man go to Weibo, read the comments, and then closed it again.

"What do you mean?"

"'Why didn't you admit it earlier?' 'Oh, it was ghostwritten after all?' 'Apologize, everyone makes mistakes when they are young.'..." Zhu Chuan simply summarized the Weibo comments he had just seen with an expressionless face.

Chu Li rubbed his eyes, and was awakened a little by the thunder.

I checked Weibo and saw that some people even said, "Why are you apologizing if you don't feel guilty?" I was so shocked that I said, "These people have never gotten any points for reading comprehension since junior high school, right?"

Zhuo Chuan sneered: "If I want to scold you, I can use any excuse. I can even pretend to be a moron."

After a moment of silence, he reached out and patted Chu Li's head: "Go to sleep first. Go to Yuanyue Society early tomorrow to ask for leave. Just say you are going with me to collect materials and come home with me - let's see what my dad says. I don't know if he will care if the dirty water splashes on him. The Writers Association will not continue to play dead like this."

Chu Li hugged the man's waist and rubbed her head against his chest: "Sure, if this sentence is spread out, it will slander you, the powerful person in the literary world, for a whole day."

Zhuchuan tapped her forehead with his fingers and said, "Go to sleep."

Chu Li opened her arms, let go of the man, put her hands behind her back, took a step back, put about half an arm's length away from him, and looked at him with her head tilted.

Zhuchuan reached out his hand, pulled her back, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

Chu Li smiled silently, showing her big white teeth: "I am your girlfriend."

"Well," the man let him go, "you are, you are."

Chu Li turned around and jumped onto the stairs leading to the attic. After thinking for a while, he turned around and leaned over the handrail and stuck his head out: "So you have to write for me."

At a glance, she saw the man standing motionless in the living room, looking at her in the same way as when she left, but this time with a mocking expression on his face: "Bullshit."

Then he laughed again.

…

Return to the room.

Lying in bed, I listened quietly to the light footsteps of people walking upstairs in the attic.

The man's eyes dimmed slightly. He raised his hand, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and sighed lightly... At this moment, the mobile phone beside his ear, which had been switched back to vibration mode, vibrated wildly. He opened WeChat on his phone, and dozens or even hundreds of unread messages came pouring in.

This night was not truly peaceful.

[Teacher Chu Chuan, are you there? Regarding the comic adaptation of "The Divine Book of Luo River" that we discussed last time, we reported it to the boss and he said the price was a bit high. Do you think we can still negotiate? If not, we may give up this project. ]

…

[Teacher, regarding the copyright of the game "Luohe Divine Book" we talked about last time, our company's legal department still needs to look at the contract again. The contract we said we would send to you on Monday may be delayed by two or three days. Sorry, sorry...]

…

[Teacher, the project of "Eastern Charming Records" was stopped tonight, but it shouldn't be a big problem. I will let you know if there is any new progress.]

…

[Hello, Mr. Zhu Chuan. I have previously inquired with you about the film and television copyright of "The Divine Book of Luo River". After internal discussions within the company, we considered that the offer of 5 million is still a bit too high, so we will withdraw... Sorry to bother you. ]

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[Teacher Zhuchuan, I'm sorry to bother you so late. May I ask how you feel about the film and television copyright of "The Divine Book of Luo River"... It's a big deal now, and I guess some competitors must have withdrawn. We are really sincere about wanting to get it, so we persuaded the boss to follow up. Two million is really not a small amount, right? Please think about it again...]

…

All kinds of cats and dogs.

Monsters and demons.

Break out of the nest.

He simply ignored these people, the light from his phone flickered on the man's face, his fingers slowly slid through the various red unread messages——

[Mrs. Zhao: Xiaochuan, please give your mother the flight number and I will ask the driver to pick you up when the time comes.]

[Mrs. Chao: Don’t pay too much attention to online comments. It doesn’t matter what they say about things you haven’t done.]

[Mrs. Zhou: I saw the message and replied. Xiao Cheng said you are fine and let me rest assured, but now you are alone in G City and have no one to talk to. Mom is very worried about you.]

The finger paused on the phone screen.

a long time.

There was a thumping sound coming from upstairs, probably the sound of someone running barefoot from the bathroom to the window... The man lying on the bed turned over and typed slowly with his fingers -

【Zhuchuan: I'm fine, she's with me. 】

[Zhu Chuan: You told me before that men always think they have three heads and six arms and can protect them from wind and rain, but in fact, there still needs to be a woman standing behind them as a lighthouse pointing to the harbor of return... I used to scoff at this statement. 】

【Zhuchuan: Now, I got slapped in the face. 】

Fortunately, it was before the storm came.

He had his own lighthouse.

She always stood there in the darkness, like an eternal moonlight, dispelling the darkness.