Lu Weifu upstairs

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.It's not a shame, it's a shame.

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."

Zhang Li was silent.

Fang Wen drank the fresh Kanto soup in one gulp, and the warm soup entered his body along the esophagus, which made him a bit regretful. Xiao Zhang kindly bought Kanto soup for him to eat, why did he make such a mess? heavy?

"This oden is quite delicious," Fang Wen smiled at Zhang Li, "Where did you buy it?"

"Uh, when you leave the company gate, turn left and go straight to the T-junction, turn right and go straight, there is a sushi restaurant, walk along the path next to the sushi restaurant—forget it," Zhang Li pouted resignedly, "I don't know Qing, southeast and northwest, I will bring it to you next time I go shopping."

"Okay, thanks," Fang Wen asked again, "Did you tell Mr. Xu about this?"

"Not yet, he didn't answer his phone calls, and he didn't reply to his WeChat messages."

"Maybe she's asleep."

"Hey," Zhang Li suddenly lay down on the table, and looked sideways at Fang Wen, "Is the sound of the rain really badly written?"

"of course not."

"Huh? Then why are so many people scolding him?"

"Because his style is too different from Bing Wang's, and Bing Wang's style is too obscure, so obscure..."

Zhang Li followed his words: "It's a bit pretentious."

Fang Wen did not deny it, and continued: "The style of Yusheng is relatively concise and clear. He will not spend thousands of words to tell a historical story of a museum...so fans who forget about illness will say that he is superficial. In fact, the key issue It doesn’t matter whether he’s been to Italy or not—the heroine of Sick Forgetting went to Italy to see an art exhibition, and the heroine of Yusheng wrote that she went to Italy to bask in the sun. There is no difference between these two things. It’s just more advanced, but basking in the sun also has the meaning of basking in the sun.”

Zhang Li: "And then?"

"Bing Wang suddenly wrote that the heroine is traveling abroad, which has nothing to do with the hero's story line. I guess this is what Yusheng didn't expect, but he still bite the bullet and continued writing, because you see, most of the comments in yesterday's comment area It's Bing Wang's fans who are praising her. If the sound of Yu directly writes that the heroine has returned to the country, it means that the chapter of Bing Wang will be cut in half. This is definitely something her readers don't want to see. But Yu Sheng... he Maybe he wanted to please those readers, he might feel that if he writes along the plot of his illness and forgetfulness, those readers will not be disappointed."

"Ah," Zhang Li smacked her lips, "so he was self-defeating."

Fang Wen said lightly: "No, he can write well, but someone deliberately blackmailed him."

"Hey - I'll try to call Mr. Xu again." Zhang Li dialed Xu Yihan's number, and hung up after dozens of seconds.

"I still haven't answered, Mr. Xu went to bed so early?" She stared at the phone screen and said doubtfully.

Of course Mr. Xu would not go to bed so early.

He just muted his phone.

Deng Yuan has already changed his clothes and is currently putting on makeup.And Xu Yihan was sitting on the sofa beside him, watching him quietly.

The song "Yesterday once more" was playing in the speaker, the rhythm was as gentle and graceful as the tide in the late night, this old song from the 70s was as clean as a cloud, without complicated accompaniment, and without ambiguous electronic sounds. Presented in such a way, in such a night, it is extremely tender.

Assistant Xiao Peng bought two skirts, and what Deng Yuan was wearing at this time was one of the light beige cashmere skirts.It was a fitted dress with a shirt collar, long sleeves and a hem that fell just to the knee.Deng Yuan fastened all the buttons, and tied the narrow belt into a bow around his waist. This skirt, which was not loose, wrapped his body slightly tightly.

Deng Yuan's back was facing Xu Yihan's makeup. This was the first time Xu Yihan had witnessed the whole process of makeup - he had girlfriends before, but he had never had the patience and interest to watch them put on makeup.

Deng Yuan was painting eye shadow, he leaned forward, his cheek was close to the mirror, and he held up a small brush to swipe on his right eyelid.From Xu Yihan's angle, he could just see Deng Yuan's slightly tightened shoulders due to leaning forward and raising his hand.Deng Yuan's shoulders are rounded, not thin.Deng Yuan said that the medicines he took would increase his appetite, and the body's hormones were artificially disturbed, which would also cause weight changes to some extent.Deng Yuan is not fat, if he must say it, he should be a little plump.Xu Yihan liked his round and soft shoulders.

"...Okay," Deng Yuan turned around, his tone a little unconfident, "Yihan, look at this... okay?"

Probably to match the skirt, his eye shadow is also a light almond color, only at the end of the eyes, there are two thin brown spots.He was barefoot, and his toes were painted water red, which made his skin white as porcelain.

"Oh, and this, I almost forgot," before Xu Yihan could speak, Deng Yuan quickly turned around and carefully put the wig on his head.The wig is black and wavy, parted diagonally, hanging softly on Deng Yuan's shoulders.

Deng Yuan looked at Xu Yihan anxiously: "Is it possible?"

Xu Yihan's Adam's apple rolled up and down. Under the warm yellow light, Deng Yuan looked like a little girl who didn't dare to dress too flirtatiously, but was already swaying. Sneak out and go on a date with the man she loves.

"...It's not so close." Xu Yihan took a step forward and looked at Deng Yuan with deep eyes. From Deng Yuan's dark eyes, he saw a small self.

Deng Yuan: "Huh?"

Xu Yihan leaned over, raised his hand, jumped with his fingertips, and unbuttoned the top button of the dress.The shirt collar was open, revealing a small patch of soft skin.

"Your chest is a little tight, that's all right." Xu Yihan said.

"Oh...Okay, okay." Deng Yuan turned his face away, not looking at Xu Yihan, "Then let's start filming?"

Xu Yihan didn't respond, he took two steps back, his eyes enveloped Deng Yuan like lights from the ceiling.The song on the speakers finished playing, and the room was so quiet that Xu Yihan could clearly hear his own breathing, heavy breathing.

"Sister," he heard his own low voice, "you are so beautiful."