Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

He stopped suddenly, and after a few seconds, he smiled awkwardly: "Hey, no, it's not his fault, it's mine."

His words made Zhao Xin's chest sore, Zhao Xin said: "Then let the heroine change her mind and go back to China."

"I wrote more than 1000 words about the exhibition that Bing Wang introduced to the hostess, as well as the pigeons in Milan and the sunset in Sicily... She described so many things that I didn't see any of them. Being scolded by her fans."

Zhao Xin was silent.He can understand Liu Yusheng's difficulties: writing needs to be experienced.Some content can be imagined, while some content requires real experience and experience, just like an art exhibition, only those who have seen it can write what they see, hear and feel.People who haven't seen it can of course make it up and imitate it, but the things created in this way are either boring to imitate or embarrassing.

So Zhao Xin never writes about the protagonist running wildly, he has never run wildly, and he doesn't want to deceive himself.

"No. 19," the nurse poked her head out of the acupuncture room, "Is No. 19 here?"

"exist."

"Ready to come in."

Zhao Xin had no choice but to comfort Liu Yusheng: "It's okay, you write according to your idea first... I have something to do here, I will contact you later, okay?"

Liu Yusheng quickly said: "Then you go ahead! I'm actually fine."

Zhao Xin: "wait for my call?"

Liu Yusheng smiled warmly: "Yes, good."

Zhao Xin entered the acupuncture room.

He had tried countless treatments for his legs.At first, his parents trusted western medicine and took him to many hospitals, but nothing worked.Finally, I found an American doctor who had been a doctor for the US national gymnastics team and was said to be very experienced in rehabilitation.

The American checked his legs, stood up, and shook his head.He said: I'm sorry that...

Don't listen to what follows.

Western medicine is ineffective, so we have to rely on Chinese medicine: traditional Chinese medicine, massage, diet... still fetching water from a bamboo basket.Up to now, he only does acupuncture when his legs hurt. As for whether it is helpful or not?Zhao Xin thought, it would be useful to give parents some comfort.

The slender, cold silver needles slowly pierced his skin.

"Smoking a lot recently?" the doctor asked.

"A little more than before."

"It can't be like this," said the doctor and Zhao Xin, who are already familiar with each other. "You must eat healthily and ensure rest time—your body is your own, and nothing is as important as your body, is it?"

Zhao Xin nodded.

The body was his own, along with the crippled, numb handicap.

Fate is unreasonable, if you encounter it, you have to bear it.But after getting in touch with Liu Yusheng during this period, he couldn't help but loathe his body. If it wasn't for the disability, he wouldn't have hurt Liu Yusheng back then, and wouldn't have caused such consequences.Body more important than anything else?No, most healthy people are not aware of it. Only disabled people like him are extremely sensitive to their bodies because of their disabilities.This kind of sensitivity is integrated with the body. It cannot be changed by growth, writing, even if it is sought after by many readers.

Extremely sensitive, extremely self-loathing.

After finishing acupuncture, Zhao Xin didn't call Liu Yusheng.He suddenly didn't know what he could say—under the pen name of "Lu Weifu", disguised as a female voice, pretending to be a healthy and normal person—it seemed that everything he said was a lie, deceiving himself and others.

And Liu Yusheng didn't call again, at 45:5 in the evening, he was in Chapter [-] of "Don't Need Superpowers in Azure".

Zhao Xin didn't watch the update two days ago, so he didn't know what stage the plot had reached.However, he just glanced at the comment area, and his mood became even heavier.

The comment area is full of Bing Wang fans, scolding Liu Yusheng.

Yanerer: I'm convinced, the plot written by Bing Wang is so exciting, now it's so fake, it's too exaggerated.

Kui Xiaoyan: I feel that Mrs. Yusheng is not very suitable for writing this kind of content - - it is a bit embarrassing, but it is really not easy to continue writing this content that I have forgotten.

Will you eat alfalfa for you: Does the heroine pass the security check when entering a museum... This is common sense, right? ? ?To be honest, this thousand fans are really mad, they are really a dog tail! ! !

Xuan Gu Gu Gu: This is the difference between those who have been to Italy and those who have not. Bing Wang can describe a station and a store in such a specific way, not to mention that there are a lot of narrations about Italian history and culture.The description of the sound of rain, to be honest, is applicable to any city, it is a bit boring.

Bad afternoon: What is this writing about? Ms. R is drinking coffee on the street, sunbathing on the beach, swimming in the sea... No, can we make it more simple?

……

Liu Yusheng didn't write according to his own ideas, Zhao Xin thought.

Chapter 28

Two hours after Yusheng posted the novel update, a tag called "Please let go of ten degrees and thousands of thousands" was topped on Weibo.

Only a few people in the company were still working overtime. It was almost eleven o'clock at this time, and it was the time when everyone checked Weibo before going to sleep.Editor-in-Chief Fang sat in front of the computer in the office, pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, and clicked on #求你去过十度千千# from the Weibo hot search list again.

At this time Zhang Li came over and handed over a bowl of steaming oden: "Editor-in-Chief, are you hungry?"

"...Thank you, why don't you leave?"

"My boyfriend is still working overtime. He will drop by to pick me up later." Zhang Li smiled and sat down beside Editor Fang. "Editor-in-Chief, did you see this too?"

"Well, you can just call me Fang Wen, the cultural text."

Zhang Li got closer and looked at the screen: "Then you call me Xiao Zhang, don't call me Minister Zhang, I'm a polished commander."

"Okay, tonight's hot search...we bought it?"

"No," Zhang Li paused, then sighed, "You can also see that someone bought Hot Search on purpose?"

Fang Wen took a bite of the shrimp balls, and said vaguely: "Ten degrees and thousands of thousands are not popular enough to be on the trending list."

"Hey, but she still has a lot of fans? Did you read today's comment section? The sound of the rain was scolded so badly... Actually, I don't think he wrote very badly, did he? I can read it okay." ," said with a smile, "I'm a layman, just talk about it casually."

"Shidu Qianqian has not yet entered the first echelon of Danmei authors, and, Danmei," Fang Wen shook his head, "Now Danmei novels are already a big market, and the traffic is also huge, but I think Danmei novels themselves are impossible. It has developed to the scale of romance novels and male video novels, so even top-notch BL writers still have limited influence."

"Why? Because the majority of consumers in the Tanmei market are women? But now those boy groups are so popular, aren't they also supported by female fans?"

Fang Wen looked at Zhang Li, her eyes widened, and she looked extremely serious and puzzled.

Fang Wen suddenly felt a little awkward. He is 33 years old and has been in the editing industry for 11 years. During these 11 years, he has brought out several excellent authors and witnessed them transform from small writers who no one cares about. He has become a master who responds to everything, but he has also seen more people who give up halfway—study, work, and family may all be the reasons for an author to give up writing, but the more common reason is that he can't keep going.

This era no longer believes that "the fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys", and "be famous as soon as possible" is the last word.And those unknown authors squeeze out hundreds of thousands or even millions of words every year when they are busy with their livelihoods.But how many readers do they have?How much can you earn?Writing has never been an easy and pleasant thing. Many, many authors have come like this, persisted, and finally left because they could not persist. The words they left behind have become the silent bricks at the bottom of the pyramid.This is not something to be ashamed of, it is something to be regretted.

So being in this seemingly young and dynamic industry has never been as fun as imagined, and becoming famous has never been as simple as imagined.

But even so, there are still a steady stream of authors rushing to this industry. Under lucky circumstances, they can earn [-] cents to [-] cents for writing [-] words. In fact, if they devote their writing time and energy to other things , They are likely to have greater benefits-but there is no way, there are always these cute fools who offer their thoughts and words like sacrifices.

"However," Fang Wen said very slowly, "despite the fact that there are many loyal readers, despite the fact that there are many writers who love Tanmei, even though the quality of Tanmei novels is constantly improving, and even though Tanmei novels are no longer niche——

"In this country, danmei will never see the light of day."

Zhang Li was stunned for a few seconds before saying: "Are you too pessimistic? You see, the change of concept and the change of the system all need a process. We are still in this process, right? Other countries can change. Maybe we also-"

Fang Wen: "You also said that it is another country. Danmei and our ideology are originally opposed to each other."