Lu Weifu upstairs

The last update of this round was written by fire.This time, the comment area is finally no longer a bloodbath: fire neither writes about the male protagonist nor the female protagonist, but introduces another supporting role, Long Cuiren, into the story.

Xu Yihan flipped through the comments leisurely, and some readers were already guessing whether fire was black.

"She writes well," Xu Yihan touched his chin, and Fang Wen said, "It reads very smoothly."

Fang Wen nodded: "Old Hei is also an old author in the circle, and has been writing for seven or eight years."

"It's been so long? I'll check her column."

Sure enough, in Black's column, the first novel was published in 2009.In eight years, she has written more than 400 million words.

Xu Yihan frowned: "Why are there so few collections by readers, there are only more than 7000? After writing ten times and thousands of times for two years, they have collected more than 3."

Fang Wen said helplessly: "It doesn't mean that if you write well, you will become popular."

Xu Yihan: "How to say?"

"Take Shidu Qianqian as an example. Many of her fans don't like her because of her novels, but because she likes her. Of course, the rich and beautiful goddess is easy to attract fans—Mr. Xu, many readers don't care too much The quality of the novel, anyway, is to treat the novel as a pastime, and it doesn't matter to them whether it is good or bad. In contrast, Bai Fumei is more attractive, and Bai Fumei can write, talented, and It is more advanced than ordinary Bai Fumei."

Xu Yihan smiled: "If your words are heard by tens of thousands of fans, our company will be flattened."

Fang Wen continued: "Besides, there are too many online novels now. Whether an author is popular or not is often a matter of opportunity. Look at Pink Meow--she is Yang Xiaocheng--her level is average, but she Since the first novel, it has been recommended by the scanning number, and it is easy to become popular."

"Well, I know this, Siam Sweep tweets, right? I've seen this account recommend Yang Xiaocheng's novels."

"If one scan number tweets, other scan numbers will see and read this article, and they will probably follow along. And as long as the scan number pays attention to this author, then it is very likely that every novel by this author will be tweeted. Document number will be recommended, this is a very large traffic."

"What you said," Xu Yihan paused, "is like the favor of the author waiting to scan the document number."

"For some authors, it is true. Black is relatively unlucky. Although she has been updating articles steadily over the years, she has not written a popular subject, nor has she caused controversy, so she has... not entered the first-class author's ranks."

"Okay, I know about it," Xu Yihan said, "I have a chance to help her stir fry."

Fang Wen didn't answer, with a hesitant expression on his face.

Xu Yihan: "What's wrong?"

Fang Wen shook his head: "It's nothing, Mr. Xu, then I'll have a small meeting with the editor first."

"OK, let's go."

After Fang Wen left, Xu Yihan looked at Black's column on the computer screen and thought, Fang Wen probably didn't want Black to be "fired".Indeed, for an author who has been writing for eight years and has written more than 400 million words of novels, it would be too ironic if the way she finally became popular was through deliberate hype.But in fact, Xu Yihan only responded with his words. He really didn't have much interest in the author named black: no hot spots, no bright spots, no controversy, what's there to praise?What he wants to do through this game is to create gods. He wants to create an idol who will respond to everyone and make fans obey. Only in this way can he bring benefits.And the process of creating gods always needs someone to be a foil-who has time to care how many words you have written over the years, red is the last word.

On this day, fire finished writing the last update of this week in a smooth manner.And because of that ridiculous palette, Zhao Xin had to confess to Liu Yusheng: Lu Weifu was Donaldson, and Donaldson knew that the canned hairtail was Liu Yusheng.

On the phone, Liu Yusheng's voice was a little hoarse, and each word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "Donaldson, what happened back then, I really didn't mean anything..."

Zhao Xin quickly said: "I know, I didn't mean to blame you, I just wanted to tell you—"

"Since you don't blame me," Liu Yusheng interrupted him, "then let's pretend we don't know each other, okay?"

Because of Liu Yusheng's words, Zhao Xin didn't dare to respond on the Internet.And Liu Yusheng's Weibo has remained silent.

The day was surprisingly calm.

Xu Yihan came home from get off work early, and saw flowers on the table in the living room as soon as he entered the door.Those carnations that he dropped on the ground and bent down to pick them up were inserted by Deng Yuan in a small transparent plastic bucket, and a bright green ribbon was wrapped around the edge, and a small bow was tied.

Xu Yihan walked to the table, bent down and looked at the flowers: "This vase is quite... unique."

Deng Yuan smiled embarrassedly: "It's not a vase, it's the snacks you bought a few days ago. There is a bucket of biscuits in it. I think this biscuit bucket is quite suitable, so I used it to arrange flowers."

After he said this, Xu Yihan noticed that there were still some black marks left on the small plastic bucket, which were the offset marks left when the trademark was torn off.

"Go buy a vase," Xu Yihan put his arms around Deng Yuan's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Choose whatever you want, and I'll reimburse you."

"No, right? I think it's okay... The main reason is that the plastic bucket is in good condition, and it's okay to leave it alone."

"What does it mean to leave it alone?" Xu Yihan laughed, "Just throw it away."

Deng Yuan looked at Xu Yihan and said seriously: "This thing can be sold for money."

Xu Yihan: "..."

Deng Yuan's face was a little red: "Yihan, you may not know that these waste paper boxes and waste plastics can be sold for money. I just want to save up... Uh," as he spoke, he seemed to have a sudden reaction , All of a sudden, his face became even redder, "No, your house is so clean, there is no place to store these things - I will throw them away tomorrow."

Looking at Deng Yuan's appearance, Xu Yihan felt soft in his heart, as if he had become the cosmetic cream in Deng Yuan's palm again, being slowly melted by him.

"You can keep it. This bucket is transparent, and it looks pretty nice with flowers in it." Xu Yihan smiled slowly, "But I have a condition."

Deng Yuan: "Huh?"

Xu Yihan leaned over and approached Deng Yuan.

He whispered, "Sister, give me a kiss."

Deng Yuan's eyes were wide open, looking shocked.

There was still a smile on the corner of Xu Yihan's mouth, he turned the left side of his face slightly to Deng Yuan, deliberately closed his eyes and waited.

He counted silently in his heart, one second, two seconds, three seconds - he waited for Deng Yuan to kiss his cheek.

Four seconds, five seconds, six seconds—two soft and warm lips suddenly landed on Xu Yihan's lips.