Lu Weifu upstairs

"Are you out of your mind? He refused..." Remembering that Fang Wen and Zhang Li were still at the side, Xu Yihan swallowed his last words, "Okay, okay, let's do this first."

"Official Weibo," this time Zhao Xin was very reluctant, "condemn all actions of interfering in the game and attacking the author."

"Why are you being so serious? They're not targeting you!" Xu Yihan had no choice but to nod to Fang Wen and Zhang Li, and made a gesture of "you go and do it first".

Xu Yihan was the only one left in the office. He stood up and walked to the window, his tone a little irritated: "You can also reason with me, okay, I know Liu Yusheng made a clerical error, and Fang Wen already mentioned it to me—but he did make a mistake. R is written to death, right? What happened to those fans cursing?"

"He is the author, and he has the right to decide what characters and plots to write. Even if Shidu Qianqian used a lot of pen and ink on R, even if Liu Yusheng deliberately wrote R to death, so what? In the final analysis, this is his responsibility as the author. Right, those people have no right to scold him," Zhao Xin was almost aggressive, "If he incites fans like Shiduqianqian, if he really plagiarizes, if he spreads rumors... I don't mind if others scold him. But these He didn't do a single thing, he was just writing."

"Forget it, Zhao Xin," Xu Yihan laughed suddenly, because he remembered a small matter about Liu Yusheng that Zhang Li had mentioned, "Yes, you are right, readers are not qualified to decide the plot in essence, and they are not qualified to decide what should be Tragedy or comedy, it is not qualified to decide whether the protagonist lives or dies. Those people scolded Liu Yusheng for writing R to death. You know? It’s his second book, right? A wealthy reader tipped 5000 yuan in one go, and at the end, Liu Yusheng asked that reader to decide which male lead the heroine should be with.”

Xu Yihan looked down at the ant-like pedestrians downstairs, and continued: "5000 yuan. 5000 yuan can make him give up his freedom as an author. Look, how is he more noble than those who scolded him? You said those People have no right to scold him, but have you ever thought about how this trend came about? Isn’t it brought up by authors like him? Is the author so innocent? You authors, you can’t wait to put the storyline in the copy before writing. Tell me again, is it the ending of a comedy, who is the protagonist, is he a virgin, and even whether he has had children...Why did the author say these things? Isn't it just to use this kind of trailer to stimulate readers and attract readers? No Is it because I am afraid that the plot characters I wrote will be scolded by readers? Isn’t it because readers don’t like tragedies so they deliberately declare it to be a comedy? Isn’t this—isn’t it flattery? Then when someone comes to clear the mines, you are not happy, and someone comes to scold the plot. When you get angry, you think this is disrespect for the freedom of the author, then you—do you respect yourself enough? When you flatter readers, don’t you already hurt your own freedom?”

After Xu Yihan's words, Zhao Xin was speechless.

"...I'm not scolding you, I know you're not like this," Xu Yihan sighed softly, and rarely explained seriously, "It's just that this circle is like this, the readers you don't like are like this, and so are the authors you sympathize with Yes, don’t be too serious, because it’s useless.”

Zhao Xin kept repeating what Xu Yihan said, 5000 yuan, in his mind.

5000 yuan can determine his ending, yes, 5000 yuan is very cheap, isn't it?What is the author's free author rights, 5000 yuan is all.

"Do you know?" Zhao Xin felt his throat was heavy like rust, "When he was in college, his monthly living expenses were only 800 yuan, Xu Yihan, [-] yuan, not pounds. Later, because of me, he dropped out of school and went home. When he was writing the second book, I thought maybe the debt owed by the family to pay for his education had not been paid off.”

He had known for a long time that Liu Yusheng's family was poor, poor and short of money.But when Xu Yihan really said about the 5000 yuan—the words "5000 yuan" condensed into a tear of hot wax, burning a black hole in his heart.

Liu Yusheng didn't want to do this either, he knew that Liu Yusheng didn't want to do this either.

"Hey, that's it." Xu Yihan didn't respond to the "800 yuan", he just comforted Zhao Xin and said, "Liu Yusheng also rejected you, right? Don't... push yourself too hard."

Zhao Xin didn't say anything, and hung up the phone.

He was sitting at the desk, looking out the window, he could see a verdant greenery.He was already too familiar with this scene.He lives in the family building of this university. His parents are university professors. He is disabled, but he has never been embarrassed by money. When he first started writing, his mother even comforted him and said, it’s okay even if you don’t work, don’t Put pressure on yourself and don't get too tired, okay?And my father said, writing is hard, we don't ask you to make a lot of money writing, so you can write what you want.

But Liu Yusheng, Liu Yusheng's situation is not like this.

Zhao Xin remembers a teacher who taught contemporary literature once said that good writing may make readers feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable, and unhappy, but it is precisely because of such good writing that readers remember it—maybe they don’t like it, but they can’t. don't remember.And Liu Yusheng has written a lot of stories that make readers comfortable and happy. If you want to be sweet, you must be pampered. Can it be said that it satisfies the readers' desire for obscenity, right?It is true that Xu Yihan has reasons to say that he writes flattering texts, and has reasons to say that he faces readers with a flattering attitude, but what Xu Yihan doesn't know is that the money earned from flattery is very important to him: he has to support himself and support his readers. Mother, support the family.That night, when Zhao Xin learned that Liu Yusheng approached his editor and said he wanted to withdraw cash, thousands of questions raced through his mind. Can Liu Yusheng borrow money if he has no relatives or friends?Don't have your own savings?Are you still living such a poor life?At that moment, Zhao Xin even thought vulgarly and sincerely, if only he could support Liu Yusheng, he would not let him be so embarrassed again.

What made Zhao Xin even more painful was that he knew that Liu Yusheng didn't want to do this—if his writing was inherently flattering, then why would he find the leading actor in "The Man Upstairs" again after he had already become famous and faced the infamy of plagiarism? ?He can completely forget about the disabled man and continue to write about his sweet fantasy.If he was born to flatter, why did he choose words?There are too many ways to make money by flattery in this world, and writing is probably the most useless one.

The mind can be free, but writing is not free; ideals have dignity, but life has no dignity.The bitterness in this was also because of Liu Yusheng, and Zhao Xin suddenly realized it.

He can't blame him, he has no right to despise him, he just wants to hug him and give him some comfort.