Female President's personal doctor

Chapter 294 Knowing the Writer
Chapter 305 Knowing the Writer
Yang Mingmei helped sort out the thick draft paper. Rows of words were messily written on the paper, occasionally drawn by a pen. There was an ink bottle at the corner of the table, the lid was opened, and a pen was drawn by it. Throw it to the table.

Qiu Taibai explained: "I have a habit, which is what people call working behind closed doors. Once inspiration comes, I will shut myself in the house and continue writing quickly even if I don't eat or drink.

I'm not afraid of writing, you see?The newly written manuscript on this manuscript paper, and then I will sort it out. What I am most afraid of is to rewrite it word by word on the grid manuscript paper. This is a particularly time-consuming and laborious task. "

Yang Mingmei was secretly amused, what kind of writer, someone in a state of madness.

So perfunctory: "I hope to see your masterpiece."

In fact, without Qiu Taibai's introduction, he knew the name of this person from the passenger registration book.

Qiu Taibai looked distressed: "It's so annoying. I just finished writing a book, and the editor urged me to come up again. This is really fatal. I am not a writing machine. I need to relax, I need to rest, and I just rested for half a day. Months, press release like death, to tell you the truth, the money for this hotel was prepaid by them in advance.

It's like feeding a chicken. You let the chicken lay eggs and you have to feed it. What have I become? "

Yang Mingmei laughed amused by Ye Qiuming's metaphor.

Yang Mingmei, who was originally unrestrained, immediately asked half-jokingly: "Then what kind of chicken are you? If the work you wrote today is published, will it be welcomed by readers?"

Qiu Taibai said dully: "This is an unpredictable thing. Anyway, I write it based on my own feeling. It has nothing to do with me whether this book sells or not. Just give me the manuscript fee."

Yang Mingmei began to tease: "If there is a ready-made book, can you give me one?"

Qiu Taibai immediately said: "It's a trivial matter." He opened the bag he carried with him, unzipped the zipper, and took out a thick book from inside.

Yang Mingmei looked at the title of the book and the author's name, and was taken aback: "Could it be that the author whose pen name fell into the water is you?"

Qiu Taibai nodded: "I just took such an unlucky name, like a person who fell into the water, stretched out his arms to ask for help, when is this day? I am bald, I really don't want to write, if it continues like this I'm going to have a nervous breakdown."

Yang Mingmei didn't expect that the one in front of her was a famous and well-known writer. His books were exceptionally bestsellers, and it could be said that one book was hard to find.

Generally speaking, they are writers. In order to promote their own books, they go to Xinhua Bookstore to sign their own books, but his books are not promoted at all. No one knows his real name. They can only read the introduction of the book and introduce the author in a few words. The pen name is Luoshui.

On the Internet, there are often anecdotes about writers falling into the water. Recently, I read a piece of news that said that falling into the water is a flirtatious young author, especially a young and unrestrained young author who earns a lot of money and goes to luxurious places.

But the person in front of him was completely different from the person described on the Internet. He was a bearded and unkempt young man in his mid-35s. There were bloodshot eyes at the corners of his eyes, apparently staying up late.

Seeing the unrestrained Qiu Taibai, Yang Mingmei felt that the opportunity was rare, and immediately asked: "Great writer, I have a question to ask, I read it on the Internet a while ago, you are a writer who loves to play with women, right?" What's your comment on that?"

Qiu Taibai laughed: "I've long been used to the days of being splashed with dirty water. Let them talk nonsense. I'm the one who is clean and the one who is turbid is turbid. I don't care about those bad things, but I am scattered. my energy."

Yang Mingmei disagreed: "Why don't you sue these people who spread rumors and slander you, and defend your own name."

Qiu Taibai explained: "I don't have the time to fight these boring lawsuits. Besides, the producers of these fake news rely on lace news to attract attention and win readers' clicks. They also want to eat and earn money. As for the manuscript fee, I will be generous and let them talk nonsense, even if they write me as the incarnation of the devil, I don't care."

Yang Mingmei picked up his manuscript paper, looked at it and asked at the same time: "How does the writer write, and why are the words on this manuscript paper divided into lines."

Qiu Taibai explained: "I just don't need this well-marked sentence. I will delete it directly when I sort it out."

I saw that each word on this manuscript paper was written vigorously and vigorously, and it seemed that there was a certain amount of effort. Every page of this manuscript paper was marked with the number of words.

Yang Mingmei asked: "Can I take a look at what I wrote?" She was immediately affirmed.

After just a few glances, I was immediately attracted by the content inside. After reading more than 20 pages in a row, I suddenly woke up and saw Qiu Taibai staring nervously, and then asked: "Do you think the content written at the beginning How about it, if it’s not good, you can bring it up bluntly, you are the first reader to read my book.”

It's a love story that starts out compellingly, with a straight-forward sequence of a tragic breakup.

Yang Mingmei immediately asked: "Why did we break up, a couple of childhood sweethearts broke up suddenly, I really can't accept it."

Qiu Taibai laughed immediately: "It seems that my book is a success. My flashback method is to give readers an impression, attract their hearts, and make them have the desire to read on. What will happen in the future, what will happen?" The reason is to break up, I haven't asked your name yet."

Yang Mingmei told him her name directly.

Qiu Taibai made a further request: "If you have time to spare, at night, come and help me copy the manuscript, which will relieve my great pressure. I am afraid that this copying will not let you help for nothing. , you have a sneak peek at this book, and at the same time I will give you part of the reward."

Yang Mingmei herself wrote good handwriting, and when she got off work at night, Yang Mingmei took a stack of manuscript paper back to her home, and wrote it stroke by stroke in the small grid of the manuscript paper, ready to hand it over to Qiu Taibai.

Qiu Taibai has no time for writing. When he is tired, he lies down and goes to sleep. When he wakes up, he gets up and writes again. He doesn’t care about the time. When he opens the door quietly, he sees Qiu Taibai lying on the bed with his clothes on, sleeping soundly .

Yang Mingmei didn't have the nerve to wake him up, so she put the manuscript paper on the corner of the table, picked up another stack of manuscript paper at the same time, covered him with a quilt, then closed the door and exited gently.

Seeing Qiu Taibai again, Qiu Taibai was stretching with the window open: "Yang Mingmei, I read the manuscript you copied. It is really a good handwriting. It was written by a delicate woman. I want to read it carefully. Take a breath, go outside to get inspiration, if there is any good place around, please recommend it to me, ask for a place with beautiful scenery and fresh air.”

Yang Mingmei accompanied Qiu Taibai to a small hillside. This hillside is where the nightclub is opened, and it is also a place where people often come here for entertainment.

In this secluded small forest, I saw a couple of lovers, arm in arm, taking a romantic walk.

Qiu Taibai's mood was particularly refreshing: "I didn't expect there to be such a good place. It's really refreshing. I'll be tired in the future, so I'll come here for a walk. I'm a road idiot, and I can't remember how to get there? You don't want to lead me out. , I lost my way."

As he was talking, he suddenly saw a rustling sound from the dense tree hair, and a young man and woman were hugging each other.

Qiu Taibai nodded his head: "Under the blue sky and the bright sun, it's indecent, how decent is it?"

(End of this chapter)