Human emotions are a very subtle thing - just like Zhuochuan, who always figures things out in one second and thinks it's nothing, and then in the next second he can't figure it out and thinks what the hell is going on?
It’s hard to say when my emotions reached the brink of collapse.
Thinking back carefully, it seems that I was able to smile and tell those who came to care "I'm fine" in the last second; the next second, I suddenly thought of those readers who left, and thought about how they felt when they turned around and left, what they said and did, and when such negative emotions flooded in...
The emotions that had been accumulating for so many days burst out.
In fact, there are quite a few readers who encouraged him on Weibo or sent emails to Yuanyueshe. They believed from the beginning to the end that Zhuchuan was not the author that outsiders said he was. Such encouragement was very useful. Maybe for a second, Zhuchuan felt that he had been redeemed and had the motivation to stand up again...
But among the twenty pieces of encouragement, there was a piece of sarcasm, which could completely wipe out the power brought by all the encouragements.
He didn't want this either.
But there is no way not to care.
“…”
At this moment, Zhuchuan looked at Chu Li who was sitting at his feet and crying. He thought that she must be very tired, living in the low pressure at home every day. As usual, he should pick her up, pat her back, and then comfort her with a smile that it was okay, why cry, everything would pass.
But when he struggled to move his fingers, he found that he didn't even have the strength to bend them... He could only reluctantly, with almost imperceptible strength, shake the soft hand that was holding his index finger, and said, "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"……I don't know either."
I'm sorry that I'm not like the hero in the novel, who stood up and supported you after the sky fell...
I really——
Not a guy who can write romance novels.
Zhechuan placed Chuli on the sofa at home. Ergouzi understood the crying of his mistress who took him for a walk every day, and also understood the death of his male owner who fed him every day. He whimpered, and his tail no longer flew up but hung down between his legs. He turned around, lowered his head with his ears drooping, and returned to his doghouse, where he curled up.
Zhuchuan sat on the sofa, quietly waiting for Chuli to cry enough——
Seeing the person beside her sobbing, she was unwilling to let go of his hand: she was really frightened by his impulsive words "I won't write anymore"...
Zhuochuan sighed, raised his hand and touched her head, always feeling that he shouldn't be like this - just walking out of the room and seeing her crying about her own affairs - at that moment the negative emotions reached an unprecedented peak: he realized that he didn't want this incident to hurt or implicate anyone around him again.
Following in the footsteps was Jiang Yucheng, who was called the “second generation of the literary world”, or Chu Li.
As a result, I impulsively did something worse and said something I shouldn't have said, which made her cry even more sadly...
Is there any way to make up for it?
………………At the moment, it seems that, yes.
She mentioned the matter of the unfinished manuscripts again. Now Zhuchuan was a little hesitant. There was a voice in his mind saying: Agree to her and give her the manuscript. Even if she is not your girlfriend, putting aside the emotional matter, you should recognize her ability as an editor.
Editor-in-charge.
Personal editor.
It's not □□, there's no need to resist so much——
What's more, just like after Suo Heng passed away, he never complained about what Lao Miao did wrong or did not do well... Because it is too ridiculous for a dying person to be afraid of something stupid.
After all, they have nothing to lose.
That day, Zhuchuan walked out of his room, went into the study, and then locked himself in the study for the whole night.
…
The next day, Chu Li got up from the sofa with her eyes swollen like peaches. She looked at the time and found that it was time to go to work - the living room was empty, and Zhuchuan's room door was open, with no one inside.
Chu Li arrived at the door of the study, pushed it open on tiptoe, and saw the man sleeping soundly on the desk. Next to him was a pile of neatly arranged manuscripts.
Chu Li walked in and flipped through the pages. He found that the manuscripts were arranged as much as possible in order. The handwriting and yellowed paper showed the age of these things. Occasionally, a chemical formula or mathematical calculation draft would appear on a sheet of paper. Perhaps this guy suddenly ran out of draft paper during class and pulled it over to use...
Then, after two or three lines, continue writing the unfinished content as if nothing had happened.
...At that time, "creation" should have been a simple and pure thing for Chu Chuan, right?
Chu Li put down the manuscript and was about to go back to the living room to get a blanket for the man. However, just as she turned around and was about to leave the study, she heard a noise behind her... Chu Li turned around and looked at the man who slowly got up from the table behind her. She smiled at him and said in a hoarse voice, "Did I wake you up?"
Zhuchuan rubbed his brows and said, "It's okay."
There was a moment of silence.
Then the two of them called each other's name in unison.
After a slight pause, they smiled at each other, and Zhuchuan said calmly, "You speak first."
"Zhu Chuan, I really look forward to the day when you can hand me that stack of manuscripts, but I hope that at that time, the person who receives these manuscripts in your eyes is not your girlfriend, but your editor..." Chu Li hesitated and said slowly, "I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do because of the relationship between us. Right now, publishing this truly your first personal work to the public is the most effective solution, but after thinking about it, you do have your concerns..."
She took a deep breath and said, "If you have made up your mind, please give it to me. In the name of editor, I swear that I will do my best to make it a good book, just like I will do my best to make every book that passes through my hands: package it well and use it as the best medium to allow the author and the reader to have a face-to-face dialogue."
“…”
The man behind the desk was silent for a moment after hearing this.
"That's what I was thinking of saying," Zhu Chuan lowered his eyes, and unconsciously placed his hands on the drafts at hand. His slender fingers slid slightly across the paper, and he said lightly, "I want you to give me some more time to think about it."
Chu Li nodded: "Then I'll go to work?"
Zhuchuan: "Go ahead."
Chu Li walked a few steps out, then stopped, turned around, and looked at Zhu Chuan. When her eyes met the man's, she held onto the door frame and scratched the door frame with her fingertips, leaving a small nail mark. She hesitated, "... Will there be an update today?"
Her eyes were full of caution.
And fear.
As if forcing herself to raise her head and face everything that happened in the nightmare, she swallowed her saliva, thinking that if Zhuchuan repeated the desperate words from yesterday, she might, might... well, she didn't know what she might do.
——It is the act of “writing” that makes “Tsukushige” successful.
——is an indispensable part of him.
——Watching his fingertips jumping on the keyboard, typing out interesting stories one after another, that focused profile was already a familiar sight to Chu Li...
——She can't lose.
——He can't lose either.
Under Chu Li's nervous gaze, she stared at the man without blinking until he showed a bitter smile on his face and nodded and said "yes". She let go of the door frame, trotted in front of him like a gust of wind, and kissed him on the lips...
Zhuochuan, let's just keep this sentence [or just don't write it] as a secret between the two of us. I'll help you put it back into Pandora's box... and you promise me that you will never, ever open it again.
…
Next, on Wednesday, Chu Chuan was silent.
On Thursday, Chu Chuan remained silent.
On Friday, Zhuchuan remained silent for so long that Chuli wanted to remind him: Do you have a manuscript you want to show me?
Then it was Saturday.
When the working party was on break and the primary school students were on holiday, when Chu Li was worried that there was no progress at all and was ready to spend the worst weekend in history with her head down, on Saturday morning, after making breakfast, Chu Li turned on the TV as usual, and was stunned to find that her future father-in-law was on the TV.
Chu Li: "..."
Joon Gu-sun appeared on a highly rated, widely watched talk show that almost every household watches in the morning during breakfast... and was talking about Joon Chuan.
[A long time ago, as early as the first or second year of high school, Zhuochuan once showed me a book he wrote - note that I used "write" here, which means writing one word at a time on composition paper or draft paper... At that time I told him, Zhuochuan, if you want to write a book, I support you, but you are still young, if you want to write a book, write something serious, these things will be good for you.]
…
[Why do I say this? Because when you are writing something serious, such as a historical novel about the Tang Dynasty, you will want to look up information. As an author, you certainly hope that your article is comprehensive. In the process of looking up things, you will come into contact with a lot of knowledge that you cannot learn in class. This knowledge will be deposited as knowledge, and it will be there for the rest of your life and will benefit you for the rest of your life.]
…
[This is the attitude I think young people should have towards writing - don't start writing for fame, to be a talented writer, or for money... You can learn these things when you grow up. When you enter the industry, you should have a pure and joyful attitude towards writing.]
"Teacher Zhao Guxuan mentioned to us the early writings of teacher Zhao Chuan. Let's get back to today's topic: Teacher, did you really provide professional guidance on "Eastern Charming Records" back then?" The host handed the microphone to Zhao Guxuan with a smile.
[I was just answering this question. I don’t agree with what he wrote at that time, and I don’t think he was too hasty to become famous as a writer… So I won’t do such a thing to force the issue.] Zhao Guxuan said, [I know that people on the Internet now think that his first work is too mature. In fact, it is not his first work. Before that, he had experience in writing hundreds of thousands of words…]
The camera panned to the audience, and everyone was shocked and agitated.
The person said: “We have never heard of this.”
Zhu Guxuan had a blank expression: [Because of that work, my father and I had a big fight. Zhu Chuan tore up some of the manuscripts and burned some in front of me. I don’t know where the remaining manuscripts went. If you are interested, you can ask him to have a look——]
The show was filled with loud noises from the audience and buzzing discussions.
Jo Gu Xuan: [As for the truth of this story, it is very easy to verify. Just ask his high school classmates. I think a lot of them have seen that weird thing... I heard that it was very popular in his school at the time and everyone was reading it.]
Joon Gu-sun: [I don’t know why some people are making up rumors about me composing for my son. Do you have any evidence? Whether it’s human or material evidence… you don’t have any.
But I do.
I have witnesses, they are the classmates who watched Chu Chuan write the manuscript; I also have physical evidence, of course you have to ask Chu Chuan for the physical evidence, although I think he may not give it to you, because in recent years he would be like rabies if the manuscript was mentioned at all...】
Zhao Guxuan: [I would like to remind some people here that the world is not as beautiful as it seems on the surface, nor as dark as you imagine... The door of the Writers Association is always open, and we welcome capable young authors to join. If you want to come, just create your works. The works themselves are the only stepping stone to enter the Writers Association.]
The show's interview came to the end, showing the time of the interview, which was probably last Wednesday, the day before Chu Li and Chu Chuan took a plane back to Chu Chuan's home together -
It’s just that the program was scheduled to be broadcast only at this time… Although he said, “Never mind, let the people on the Internet curse you to death,” he actually took action long before his son opened his mouth to ask for it.
"……ah."
Chu Li took out his phone and checked the Internet in confusion. Miraculously, the Internet responded to this matter almost immediately.
Some Weibo posts that had long ago said things like "Zhu Chuan had other works before "Eastern Charming Records", I've seen them", "I was Zhu Chuan's classmate in high school, I don't know what you are criticizing, I watched him write "Eastern Charming Records" during self-study, the only difference between the manuscript and the published version is the typos", "You definitely don't know how good Zhu Chuan's debut romance novel was, how many of us girls were fans of it, and of course the main reason was because he was handsome" were dug up... These Weibo posts were all posted a few days ago, but were drowned out by the criticism at the time.
At this time, the show has entered its finale, but there is still an Easter egg at the end——
In response to the follow-up that occurred a few days after the recording of the program, regarding the incident in which Zha Chuan exaggerated and falsified sales, the program team had another telephone interview with Zha Guxuan!
Joon Gu-sun still behaves like a very experienced driver——
【Nowadays, everyone is playing this game. You can check the number of books sold in recent years one by one. You will find that the numbers are always different from the "best-selling books" in your memory... If everyone brags, you will be embarrassed to call one person a hypocrite, right? If you don't brag, others will. Can you bear to sell 300,000 books, but end up losing face to the book that sold 30,000 books but boasted about its 350,000 books?】
…
[The copyright holders who feel they have been wronged and paid a high price do not need to be angry. In fact, in the final analysis, what you bought is still a bestseller. You spent 5 million to buy a book that boasted sales of 1 million but actually sold 300,000. Then you spent 1 million and bought a book that boasted sales of 300,000 but actually sold 30,000... There is no difference. It is just a saying. Don't care how much the book publisher boasts. If it sells more, it will only boast more. It does not affect the fact that it is a bestseller. Do you understand what I mean? Of course, I think this phenomenon is not worth promoting. The entire book publishing industry should be harmonious and clear of this kind of exaggerated and boastful atmosphere.]
Although I always feel that something is not quite right, it is well-reasoned and convincing.
Chu Li discovered that when Chu Chuan was normal, he was always very dramatic and greasy.
...Looks a bit like his dad.
Teacher Zhou Guxuan was just an old hand in a serious appearance. During the whole interview, everyone, including the host, was stunned by what he said... That convinced expression could not be produced by the show effects.
“…”
Chu Li put down the remote control.
He stood up and walked to Zhechuan's door. After listening to the silence inside, Chu Li reached out and knocked on the door: "Zhechuan? Wake up, come out and have a look... Teacher Zhe Guxuan just whitewashed you on TV. This whitewashing, Diao Pai whitewashing, was even broadcast on CCTV. It's quite amazing!"