After Chu Chuan won the award, his status was raised to a new level. Chu Chuan himself did not feel much, but when other authors mentioned him, their faces were full of admiration...
For example, Chu Li is the person who faces all of this directly. It's like when Chu Chuan won a flower branch award, all her authors went crazy overnight.
For example, the mentally retarded ghost——
[The ghost behind you: Ahhhhhhh what should I do! Master Hirokawa talked to me! ! ! ! ]
[The Ghost Behind You: I haven’t dared to reply yet… I haven’t dared to talk to Chu Chuan for two days. I feel that every period he says is worth a thousand gold. If he talks to me for one more second, it will be a great loss to the literary world.]
[The Ghost Behind You: Just now he actually asked me "What are you eating tonight" - Ah! Look! It's these four words! "What are you eating tonight" won the Squid Award, reflecting the cry against the phenomenon of "rich people feasting and drinking, while the poor people are freezing to death on the streets" in modern society, and the hesitation, pain and struggle against the phenomenon of the dark class! ]
[The Monkey's hired soldier: No, he asked you only because we were arguing about whether to have rice or noodles tonight and we were almost using vicious language to attack each other.]
[The monkey's hired navy: ... Where did I find someone as smart (or stupid) as you? ]
[The ghost behind you: Mr. Chuan can eat whatever he wants. 】
[The monkey’s hired navy: Where is your moral integrity? Aren’t you my friend? ]
[The ghost behind you: I am also a friend of Mr. Chuan, and also his lackey, woof! ]
[The navy hired by the monkey: …]
[The trolls hired by Monkey: Do you still want to hold your book signing in the alley next to the toilet that is packed with people? ]
【The ghost behind you: Think. 】
[The ghost behind you: No, I have to make progress too. I can’t stand still! I heard that Yuanyuesha has a way to publish in Japan. Can you help me become famous in Japan? I want to see so many people waving glow sticks down there, calling out to me like they are calling out the name of the great Shukawa: Oh-sama! ]
[The Monkey’s hired navy: …………………Oh, you idiot, please just pretend you haven’t heard of this. What kind of place is Japan? Have you ever heard of Japanese light novels? You’re just dreaming if you want to sell 2D stuff to Japan. The last time our company exported Japanese comics to Japan, we only sold 200 copies in Japan. After that, our boss never mentioned the words “export to Japan” again.]
[The Ghost Behind You: What if the nautical theme can open up new horizons? There isn't a popular nautical theme in Japan yet, right?]
[The sailors hired by the monkey: Have you ever heard of a comic book called "One Piece"? ]
【The ghost behind you: ………………………………Yes. 】
[The naval forces hired by Monkey: It’s fine if you want to improve yourself because of what you’ve been inspired by Chuan Chuan, but can you please stop jumping around the room like headless flies? Be more down-to-earth and do your book signing in the alley next to the toilet well, provided that you have finished the book: For example, have you submitted the manuscript for this month?]
[The ghost behind you: Well, let's go now, for the baby's autograph session that crowded the streets. ]
[The Monkey’s hired army: It’s the alley next to the toilet. I’ll go to the garbage dump and find you a table. You can lie on it and sign autographs.]
And Suo Heng——
[Suo Heng: Teacher Chu Chuan is amazing, he is tall and handsome, and he is also good at writing. I really envy people like him.]
[The water army hired by the monkey: How come even you... Look at your Weibo fans, it has skyrocketed to more than 100,000 in the five months since the release of "The Great Ruler". So you can wash your hair properly. You are also long-legged, fair, rich and beautiful, good girl. ]
[Suo Heng: ... Damn it, I just washed my hair today. ]
[Suo Heng: What were you thinking when you received the award? I can't help but think about it. You must have been very proud when you stood on that stage, right?]
[The water army hired by the monkey: At that time, he was probably thinking: I want to pee. ]
【Suo Heng: ……】
[The water army hired by Monkey: I am not making this up. He went to the toilet after receiving the award. This is true... I cannot tell anyone about it because of his face.]
【Suo Heng: So you said it now.】
[The water army hired by the monkey: Because he insisted on eating fried noodles tonight, I was exhausted after work but still had to go back to roll noodles for him. I really wanted to press his face against the board and hammer it with a rolling pin. ]
【Suo Heng: ……】
above.
Needless to say, as for the other unknown authors, in their eyes, Zhaochuan is a god, and Chu Li is the fairy standing behind the god, responsible for blowing the trumpet and scattering flower petals when the god appears... So this month, every author submitted their manuscripts very quickly, and the average number of words increased by two to five thousand compared to the previous month.
Then, when people mentioned Chu Li, they no longer referred to her as "the editor-in-chief of Moonlight magazine of Yuanyue Society", but "the editor of Chu Chuan"... Chu Li thought that the main reason was because she went to the award ceremony, and because Chu Chuan forced a wave of exposure -
Now the whole world knows about their relationship.
If you dig deeper, you will find out that Chu Li was the mastermind behind the incident in which Chu Chuan was ghostwritten but remained silent and took action quietly, but now Xiao Niao and Lao Miao have been treated so badly that they are almost blacklisted by the entire industry.
Therefore, the whole world naturally regarded Chu Li as Zhuchuan's personal editor - of course, there were also people who were very dismissive of this relationship, thinking that how could an editor rely on her beauty to get together with the author.
Chu Li didn't mind this at all. When he heard this, he couldn't help but raise his lips to his ears: "Beauty? Me?"
I don't know what the person who was spreading such veiled words had in mind. She went off topic so much that the corners of his lips twitched. He was so embarrassed that he could only nod and smile and say "yeah, yes"...
At the end of the month, Zhuchuan also accepted an interview regarding this matter.
…
Chu Li remembers it very clearly, that day was a weekend.
When Zhuo Chuan opened the YY voice on his computer to accept the interview, she was lying on the man's lap and reading "The Lost Emperor Girl". When she was itching to read such a good book, how could it be signed away by Gu Baizhi, she suddenly heard the cute girl in charge of the interview in YY say -
"Teacher, recently the issue of your editor has also been a hot topic among readers! According to a question from a fan of yours who has been a brain-dead fan for ten years, as far as she knows, for a long time in the past, you did not have a fixed partner and did not have a clear so-called 'personal editor' setting...
In today's environment, many authors believe that editors have become a role responsible for coordinating with publishers, proofreading, and book sales. For authors, it seems that it doesn't matter who does it, and it doesn't make any difference who the editor is.
——You also agree with this view. What do you think about this? "
The cute girl's voice fell.
Chu Li stopped scrolling through Weibo.
She raised her eyelids and glanced at the man who was sitting cross-legged with his computer in his arms. At this moment, the man was looking at her with his eyes downcast. The air froze for a moment when the two of them looked at each other.
Chu Li: "..."
My classmate who has been a brain-dead fan for ten years, you really know how to ask questions. You are the leader of the FF group, right? You keep talking about that one.
She cleared her throat. To avoid the interview ending and both she and Chu Chuan becoming single, she threw away her phone, climbed up from the man's lap, and mouthed to him, "I'm going to the bathroom, you continue." Then she dropped her legs under the sofa, put on her slippers, and was about to stand up.
At this moment.
The man grabbed her wrist, and with his warm, dry hand, he brought her back down to the sofa with a strong force.
He pressed his big hand on her forehead and forced her head back onto his thigh;
Chu Li raised her head and looked at the man in confusion. The latter had a calm face without any expression.
"My opinion is the same as that of many authors. In today's era of online literature, whether it is physical editors or website editors, they can't do much for the works, and some of them are even superfluous... Just like an author friend who serializes on a literary website said, his editor only knows how to command the tower, write popular topics, and add eye-catching selling points. When he submitted outline A to get some writing opinions, the editor told him that it couldn't be sold and he should write topic B... He said that he actually cried at that time, and he really cried while sitting in front of the computer. He said that he regretted showing the outline to the editor for his opinion, because suddenly he felt that he couldn't write what he wanted to write."
The man's voice slowly rang out.
"This friend's experience is also what many authors have experienced. In fact, in my opinion, the editor did nothing wrong. He just tried hard to make the author have a good article. This is a normal and correct choice in an era of rapid information technology and fast-paced literary creation. However, this starting point inadvertently allowed the author and editor to go further."
The man paused for a moment.
Chu Li blinked, her heart heavy: she had heard Zhao Chuan say these words before. A long time ago, when she asked him naively why he thought she didn't need an editor, this was his answer.
Chu Li moved, struggling to leave.
However, Zhuchuan's big hand pressing on her forehead increased its strength invisibly, and even let go of her head, stretched out his hand and pinched her face, warning her: Don't move.
Chu Li: "..."
Chu Chuan: “So more and more authors think: Ah, I don’t need to be an editor, I can just write it myself.”
Zhuo Chuan: "They have also gradually forgotten that, at the very beginning, the editor is actually the soul behind a book. The formation, structure, wording and content of a book are of course filled with the shadow of the author, but at the same time, there is also the will of the editor-in-chief of the book..."
Chu Chuan: “From a long time ago, editors existed silently as such souls.”
Chu Li didn't move. She reached out and hugged the man's strong arms like a koala.
And the man's voice continued -
"But just because something has been forgotten doesn't mean it won't suddenly be remembered one day when you meet the right person... Many people think that I have been writing very smoothly since I started, and I don't need help from others. I even thought so in the past."
Chu Chuan paused.
"Until one day, when I found myself being accused of ghostwriting, I didn't even dare to produce my real debut work to prove my innocence... It was then that I realized that I was not as perfect as I imagined, and my writing career was full of regrets."
Chu Li put her fingers into the man's fingertips and held them silently.
"You may have noticed that in Love and Sword, the male protagonist always wears black clothes, while in my subsequent works, the male protagonist in white clothes has almost become a symbol - this is not a personal bad taste, but just a subconscious self-escape."
…
"Because I was once denied by my father, I avoided many things in the same way. I denied traditional literature and my own shortcomings, which made me look unorthodox. But there is a saying that goes, overconfidence is actually just a manifestation of inferiority."
…
"Until the day when I heard my father say to me, 'I read your book, it's actually quite good' on the day of the Flower Branch Award, I... it's hard to explain what I was thinking at the time."
The man laughed softly.
Chu Li climbed up along his arms, buried her hairy head in his arms, and hugged his waist silently.
She rested her head on the man's chest and could feel his chest vibrating when he laughed.
There were also voices, very close at hand.
"I am very grateful. It was she who asked me to submit The Divine Book of Luo River to the competition. Then I seemed to have received something I had been looking forward to more than the Flower Branch Award itself... From the moment I handed my father the manuscript of my handwritten book when I was sixteen years old in the study at home, I have been waiting for something like this for a full thirteen years."
The man reached out and touched the head of the little girl nestled in his arms.
"If you insist on asking me why this happened, I can only proudly tell you that yes, I, Chuan Chuan, finally have a personal editor. There is nothing wrong with this, and I am excited about it."
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