Be a real Phoenix man

He thought it was just a bookmark and asked casually, but he didn't expect Ye Qingluan to have such a big reaction.

Ye Qingluan's face turned pale suddenly, he stepped over in a few steps, snatched the feather suddenly, and hid it behind his back.Fang Yibai was taken aback.

"I don't know what it is, probably, maybe it's the birds floating down from outside..." Ye Qingluan struggled to think of an excuse, and after a while, he changed the subject jerky: "Mr. It’s too messy here, just take a look around.”

When Ye Qingluan said this, his eyebrows and eyes trembled slightly, and the broken hair on the top of his head was fluffy, like a cowering rabbit with lop ears.

Fang Yibai's heart trembled when he saw it.Now he is within easy reach of Ye Qingluan, as long as he stretches out his hand, he can touch Qingluan's soft black hair.That touch must be very nice.

Fang Yi Baiqiang suppressed the longing in his heart, and rolled his throat with difficulty.

"Qingluan, I really didn't expect you to be Qingluan." He still couldn't help raising his hand, and gently supported Ye Qingluan's shoulder: "You don't know that I have wanted to see you since a long time ago. "

"I've thought about it many times, what Qingluan will look like." I don't know whether it was intentional or not, Fang Yibai's voice was lowered, like a deep and moving piano, "I finally saw you today."

"Sure enough, you are exactly the same as I imagined." Fang Yibai chuckled, "The room is full of stacks of books, manuscripts are casually scattered aside, and the room is full of good smells."

Even though at first he felt that there was a gap between the young man in front of him and what he had imagined, the more Fang Yibai looked at him now, the more he felt that he fit in so well, and he was even more delighted than the thin shadow in his imagination.

Ye Qingluan's entire face was burning hot, he couldn't help but took a step back, avoiding the scorching heat on his shoulders.

"I'm not as good as you think. Really."

People like Fang Yibai had been looked up to him in the past, but now that they are so close, he is even more ashamed.What's more, now, he has an extra tail.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingluan's eyes dimmed again, he tightly clutched the lost feather on his back, his palms sweating slightly.

Fang Yibai noticed that he frowned slightly and asked, "Qingluan, what are you afraid of? Why don't you want to participate in the competition? Can you tell me?"

Seeing that Ye Qingluan didn't answer, Fang Yibai thought for a while, and said softly: "Are you afraid that you won't be able to compare with other authors?"

"Are you afraid that you won't be able to write wonderful stories again? Are you afraid that you will no longer be the 'Green Luan in the Sky and Walking on the Ground'?"

Ye Qingluan's expression moved slightly, and Fang Yibai's heart trembled slightly when he saw it.But he didn't change his expression. He stared carefully at Ye Qingluan's reserved, awkward, uneasy, and even flustered expression, and asked softly, "Are you afraid of meeting strangers?"

The few times I saw the young man, he would show such a bewildered expression, like a deer that suddenly broke into the city, which made people feel distressed.

Hearing this sentence, Ye Qingluan raised his eyes subconsciously, and then lowered them in embarrassment.

Not only is he afraid of meeting strangers, but now he can't meet people at all.The tail disappeared so suddenly this time, who knows what scene it will appear in next time.It's hard for him to take the risk.

But in fact, Fang Yibai guessed right.

Whether it's the tail or the natural shyness, maybe there are more of them, it's just an excuse, the real reason buried in his heart was just revealed by Fang Yibai.

He is afraid.He was afraid of being busy in front of everyone, and in the end his work was still a mess and made people look down.

He was afraid of disappointing Fang Yibai's expectations of him.

This reason, even he himself has been afraid to face up to it, but Fang Yibai said it all at once.

Ye Qingluan was a little embarrassed, he turned around and wanted to leave, but heard that charming voice from above his head again: "Qingluan, if you don't want to see any strangers, I will never force you again, including the author conference, You don't even have to show up for the online competition, okay?"

"But you must believe that your current work is the best, it is unique. Because," Fang Yibai's soft voice suddenly became louder, and he pointed to the underside of Ye Qingluan's computer desk, where he saw the area Pressed a thick box of manuscript paper: "It has condensed your painstaking efforts for many years and tens of thousands of words. Have you forgotten how many stories you wrote before?"

"Qingluan, not only did you create the stories you wrote, but those stories shaped who you are today. You are no longer the Ye Qingluan who had nothing and experienced nothing back then. You have written wonderful stories. Words, all of these words have accumulated your height today. Qingluan, have you ever thought that if your words really regressed back to the level of a few years ago, how could it cause tidal waves of debate in the comment area every time? Woolen cloth?"

"Boring words will not attract any controversy. Whether it's swearing, accusations, or heated arguments, it's not because your words are worthless. On the contrary, they just show that your words are full of disappointment. The tension that troubles people and makes people struggle, the characters in your pen have poked some people's pain points, so they will attract such painful insults."

Fang Yibai's voice was low and firm, drowning from Ye Qingluan's head like flowing water, and then slipping past his ears, slowly enveloping his entire heart.

Ye Qingluan opened his eyes wide, shocked by such wonderful words that he had never heard before, he was a little dazed.

In the past two years, he has gotten used to being criticized and scolded by everyone. Gradually, he accepted the fact that "his writing is getting worse and worse". But today, for the first time, someone told him that this is not the case.

His writing is still worth reading.

"So, promise me, will you give it a try? This time, let go of all the burdens, trust your own words, and write the stories you like just for yourself. No matter what the outcome is, face it bravely, okay?"

At the end of the conversation, Fang Yibai saw the slightly confused expression on Ye Qingluan's face, and couldn't help but gently stroked the fluffy hair.

A little bit, as if hoping to relieve Ye Qingluan of all the anxiety.

The heart was hit softly, Ye Qingluan raised his eyes, and said a word: "Okay."

Fang Yibai raised the corner of his mouth in surprise.

With Ye Qingluan's cooperation, the following things went much smoother.Three days later, Hualin Publishing House and Ruo Shuixue jointly issued an announcement announcing the upcoming online novel anonymous selection competition. The competition will last for three months, and the work with the most votes within three months will be crowned the winner.

Three months is enough time for many authors to write a medium-length novel.

As soon as this notice came out, coupled with the clarification announcement and lawyer's letter issued by Hualin Publishing House a few days ago, there was an uproar immediately.

The melon-eating crowd on Weibo quickly turned around and formed several teams.

Some started to support the publishing house and "Green Luan in the Sky Walking on the Ground", saying that if they really had an adulterous relationship, how would they go to great lengths to engage in anonymous competitions, and how could they have the confidence to send a lawyer's letter.

However, some people still insist on the same, and always feel that the publishing house is bluffing. Although the competition is anonymous to readers, how can their insiders themselves not know which book is written by who?Who knows what black-box operations will be carried out by then?

The two groups of people scolded so much that they even brought the flames of war to Ye Qingluan's column.

There are people who ridicule him "don't overestimate your ability to participate in the competition for fun"; there are also people who encourage him to "bravely participate in the bold counterattack, and finally slap the keyboard man in the face".The two groups of people quarreled and quarreled, but it brought the comment section of Ye Qingluan's post to a new height.

It is impossible for Ye Qingluan to be completely unaffected, but now, he doesn't have much thought to take care of these things.

He has to conceive a new article, and then participate in the competition when the competition starts a month later.

Fang Yibai is right, the millions of words he wrote in the past few years will not be useless, and the failed works written in the past two years will not be without the slightest merit.Every success and every failure shaped him, and he used to avoid them, but now he faces them squarely.

Ye Qingluan took out all the stories he had written in the past ten years, from the graffiti that he hid under his desk when he was a student, to the story of Mo Yu and Xiao Yan, which is still being serialized recently.Bit by bit, page by page, looking at my growth along the way.

His first article that could be written in full; the first article that was published on the website; the first article that made him a signed author; the first article that earned him income; A well-received text; the first text that allowed him to be on the gold list...

It turns out that after many years, looking back at the original imprint, he can still recall the mood at that time.

Although he was not accompanied by readers at that time, he never felt lonely.His words are everything to him.

Ye Qingluan opened up these stories, and began to analyze the pros and cons one by one, analyzing which ones had a clever plot, which ones were realistically portrayed, which ones were experienced in writing, and the most recent ones, and which ones Because of what lost a large number of readers.

After careful analysis, the results are quite impressive.Although it is impossible for his writing to regress to the point of being worthless, the stories he writes are indeed not as pure as before.

Because he wanted to please all the readers so much, he unknowingly added many popular hot elements to his stories. If these hot elements were listed separately and conquered well, they would indeed have their charm. Unfortunately, in the past two years, he has not been able to I settled down to think about it carefully, but wrote my own story in a nondescript way.

In fact, it's fine if you look squarely at it. Those readers are right, he should really wake up.

Ye Qingluan sighed, tilted his body, and lay down on the bed.

When Fang Yibai came to visit that day, his tail suddenly disappeared. It was a fluke. After Fang Yibai left, his consciousness relaxed, and his tail really grew wildly again.

Then, the monstrous exhaustion swept over.He suppressed his fatigue and pulled himself together to sort out his past works. After two days of staying up, he still couldn't bear it.But I was afraid that I would waste a lot of time once I fell asleep.

what should we do?

Ye Qingluan was lying on the pillow thinking of a way, and when he rolled his eyes, he suddenly saw what Jiang Tao had left here.

The two inexplicable instruments were still lying there quietly, and the messy wires on them seemed to be extended tentacles, waiting for his master.