genius editor

When editor Jingyu was scrambling to circle people around in the hotel, Zhuang Mo and Ren Mingqing sat on the sofa and chatted.

They talk on the phone every day, but they haven't seen each other in the past few days. Zhuang Mo is busy preparing for the author conference, and Ren Mingqing is writing "The Chronicle of Greatness".

The reunion after a little farewell established the relationship between the writer and the editor. Both of them felt that the bond between them was getting closer. There were some things that they couldn't say clearly because of their identities before, but now they have no scruples.

Zhuang Mo logged into the Weibo homepage of Du Tashan, and handed over the phone to Ren Mingqing.Ren Mingqing suddenly found out that he had more than 1 fans and 99+ reposts. He couldn't figure it out. When he scrolled down, he found that they all left messages for "New Tenant". Zhuang Mo moved the article to his Weibo .Ren Mingqing glanced at him gratefully, and couldn't wait to read the comments from netizens——

"Scared to death..."

"The brain hole is really big. I thought it was suspenseful at the beginning, but I thought it was fantasy in the middle, and it turned into science fiction in the end."

"Why is it a BE... 555 I thought they were a couple"

"My wife's writing style is really good, I am a fan of my wife! What else has my wife written, I want to read it!"

"@易谷达爱出九见, ingenious"

"Support the original author () has followed"

"Didn't it say that dragon scales have healing effects? Why didn't An Zui just pull out a piece and eat it, so he wouldn't die?"

"Is there anything else? Reminder~"

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It seems that Ren Mingqing was suddenly pushed into the spotlight by Zhuang Mo. He has been writing incognito and silently for a long time. Apart from panic, he also has an indescribable warmth and touch.

He is an inconspicuous little character in reality, few people have paid attention to him, and few people have treated him well.Now, these strangers coming from all directions admire him because of his story, cheer him up, affirm him, appreciate him and even worship him from the bottom of their hearts, teaching him to be flattered.He saw a different self from the lines of everyone, and thus experienced a different world.That world was full of good intentions, and he was liked there.

He held the phone devoutly, feeling this wonderful experience with all his heart, an experience that he never had in his life-it turns out that being liked by others is such a happy thing.

Zhuang Mo stretched out his hand, and wiped away the tears welling up in his eyes with distress.

Ren Mingqing was a little embarrassed to do it herself, to clean up her emotions.

Zhuang Mo looked at the little writer who was barely calming down, and pampered his head: "There will be more in the future."

More readers, more comments, more affirmations, more likes.

With a blushing heart, Ren Mingqing continued to look through the readers' messages, carefully read them one by one, and then replied seriously one by one.After finishing the reply, he couldn't help but flip through it from beginning to end, secretly delighted.

It has been more than a month since he finished writing this story. He thought that both he and the story had come to an end, and slowly forgot about it.But at this moment, he seems to have returned to those crazy nights in the private room of the glamorous bar. He recalled every word he typed with his fingertips and the feeling behind each word.He was immersed in the story again, but the difference was that this time he was not alone.There were so many people staying with him in that private room, and they kept saying in his ears: This story is really good; And dragons really exist.

He is not alone, he is not lonely, the story connects him to other people in the world, and his story is not a dead thing because of it.It was originally just a fantasy, born in his own mind, and no one knew anything about it except him.He worked hard to convert it into words, and Mr. Zhuang helped him pass these words to other people.They received his strangest delirium, saw the dream in his mind, but were strangely touched by it, and passed it on to others.

From nothing to something, from one to one hundred.

Now "The New Tenant" is no longer just his phantom, it has become the dream of 1000 people, 1 people, and therefore it is qualified to become a movie, an animation, with specific sounds, shapes and images , like a dream come true.

If a story is not a dead thing at the moment it is read, and the world constructed by words only exists at the moment it is believed, then "The New Tenant" must be full of vitality now, and Ren Mingqing sincerely feels for it Happy.

Zhuang Mo looked at his side face, tapped the screen and whispered to him: "Even if you are no longer here, those stories are still made into exquisite hardcover books and placed in the window, sung in the streets and alleys, and passed on from word to mouth. Mom Tell the children, and the children tell the children's children. The story is forever, and the storyteller is immortal with the story."

Ren Mingqing burst into tears again.

"I don't matter, I just want them to be immortal." Ren Mingqing said.

"Then you have to be strong enough so you can create stronger stories."

"No... people don't create stories, but stories choose people." Ren Mingqing always has a lot of whimsical ideas, "Some stories are very familiar to you when you see them, just like a melody that you feel familiar with when you hear them. They Maybe it existed long ago, before the author created them, it existed in the collective unconsciousness of human beings, and then the creator was very lucky to be selected by it, and brought it to this world through his hand... They have their own world, they are Staying there is like having a lot of apples on a tree."

Zhuang Mo laughed, thinking that this kind of statement was childish and cute.

Ren Mingqing asked seriously: "How did you transfer this article to more than 1000 posts? I posted a novel on Weibo before, but no one read it." After recovering, he was very curious about this question.

Zhuang Mo showed him Zhihu, WeChat and the original Weibo, and Ren Mingqing was surprised to find that he had greatly underestimated Zhuang Mo's ability.Before he knew it, he had already become an Internet celebrity and Zhihu Big V.

"How did this happen?" Ren Mingqing seemed to have opened the door to a new world.

He has always felt that Internet celebrities are completely different creatures from him. Every day when he sees these po owners responding online, he thinks, wow, it's amazing, but he can't do this.

Zhuang Mobi shushed: "If I tell you, I won't have a trump card. Wouldn't it be good to keep me a little mysterious? I don't want to be abandoned by you."

Ren Mingqing stared at him in surprise, and then said with some disappointment: "Actually, I can't do without you. You are the postman who will deliver stories to many people. It doesn't matter who wrote the book in your hand. The important thing is that you have the ability to deliver."

Sometimes Zhuang Mo thinks that Ren Mingqing is too smart, and he easily understands the tension between distributors and content producers from what he has seen and heard.And he once again sighed with Ren Mingqing's simplicity, he would be poked by all of Ren Mingqing's childish metaphors, and he would go over and coax him softly: "No, the story is very important. If the story sent by the postman is not good enough, once or twice, people will choose to forgive He, by the third time, people don't believe him anymore, and shut their doors when he passes by. The postman and the storyteller are a pair, and each is necessary."

"There are many storytellers, but there is only one postman." Ren Mingqing looked at him quietly.

"But the postman only likes your stories, so he took the trouble to cross the whole city and deliver your books to thousands of households." Zhuang Mo's eyes were firm and gentle.