genius editor

A large part of the driving force of the author's writing comes from self-expression.They are storytellers, and they need audiences more than anyone else, and online literature especially meets this part of their needs—they post as much as they write every day, ensuring that every sentence they write will get immediate feedback from readers.

Ren Mingqing is an outlier among authors. He doesn't like to show his manuscripts to others. He is used to enduring the loneliness in the creative process, and he is even a little too obsessed with it.For him, writing a novel is writing a novel, and the moment the writing is finished, the matter is over.He was content and at peace because he expected nothing more from the story.He neither imagines that this novel will be popular and praised by others; nor does he imagine that he can profit from it.

But this time is different, because of that letter of solicitation, his work has completely become a commodity.Moreover, in order for him to finish on time, Zhuang Mo hired a clock for him, and this part of the money had to be paid for by the manuscript fee, so he had to impress the editor named "Yikouxian" to pass the manuscript smoothly.His situation is similar to spending too much in advance, and he is worried that Ant Huabei will not be available next month.

So he was very anxious when writing, unable to meditate, so that his fingers were weak, and he wrote and deleted.He had almost reached the climax, but he suddenly felt trapped in the difficulty of choosing, not knowing where the story should go.He struggled and struggled, and read it again from the beginning. Too many readings made him numb, and he began to suspect that this might not be a good story.Is it really fun?Is it too verbose?Would the editor want the hero to transform into a dragon?Can young readers understand?One question after another unrelated to the text popped up in his mind, and according to his usual weak and entangled nature, he thought the situation was not optimistic.He began to loathe himself almost immediately: I am just an ordinary novel lover, I am not capable of completing a commercial draft, I am not qualified.It is impossible for me to make money through writing, but now I am not only empty, but also owe Mr. Zhuang 1000 yuan.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhuang Mo took off his earplugs.He noticed that Ren Mingqing couldn't immerse himself in his work, and he only wrote [-] words in half an hour, and he copied all of them into a new document, which was titled "Scrap Manuscript".

Ren Mingqing was taken aback. For a moment, his eyes fell on Zhuang Mo's face in doubt, as if he didn't know why there was someone beside him.Soon he recalled his situation and felt that he had to stop the loss in time: it was only half an hour now, and now he walked out the door and said that Mr. Zhuang was leaving, so he could control the loss to a hundred yuan , instead of the original 1000 yuan.

But another thought popped up in his heart: "Actually, I can show Mr. Zhuang."

He carefully compared the two options, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the latter was feasible: "Mr. Zhuang is a professional screenwriter. He is very knowledgeable and can distinguish good and bad stories. He is also a reliable person, and he will not write a story because of my bad writing." And laugh at me, let alone cover up my shortcomings deliberately to comfort me. It only takes ten minutes to review the manuscript, as long as he says no, I will walk out of this door immediately, and I will never want to submit a manuscript again."

He made up his mind, and said to Zhuang Mo who was close at hand: "Mr. Zhuang, can you help me take a look?"

Zhuang Mo was stunned for a moment, happiness came too suddenly.He managed to maintain a calm expression, and said something insincere: "Yes, yes, but have you finished writing?"

"not yet……"

"Can't write anymore?"

Ren Mingqing's face was reddened when she saw through her thoughts.He owed Mr. Zhuang a lot of favors, and now he seemed to be taking advantage of his kindness.He said vaguely, "Forget it", and wanted to run away again.

"Sit down." Zhuang Mo took out his silver-rimmed glasses for work, "Let me see how well you write."

After reading it for the first time, Zhuang Mo glanced at Ren Mingqing, and he was too frightened to vent his anger.After reading it a second time, he put down his notebook and poured himself a glass of wine.

"I think you're not in a good state." Zhuang Mo said, frowning.

Ren Mingqing was like a prisoner waiting for trial, and at this moment he was completely sentenced to death.He cheered himself up, lowered his head and said, "I don't write very well..."

"Not very well written?" Zhuang Mo almost snorted, and for a moment, Ren Mingqing felt that he had cursed silently.

He didn't explain anything, stood up with the wine in his hand, and paced up and down the room, looking completely different from his usual gentle and refined appearance.Ren Mingqing could feel that Zhuang Mo was suppressing something, like a volcano about to erupt.He walked for about 3 minutes, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then started talking.

"There is nothing wrong with the story, it is your state that is wrong." He said, "You have completed most of the story, to the climax and the end, and this should be the most exciting part of a novel, so you feel very Stress. You dare not challenge it, and find it difficult; you also know that the story will end soon, and you have a lot of time to solve it. So you are stuck in a bottleneck, unable to concentrate, worrying about gains and losses, To worry about something that didn’t happen. Now you just have to do one thing: immerse yourself in it, and write about it.”

Ren Mingqing knew that what Zhuang Mo said made sense, but it was not what he wanted.He took a deep breath and asked cautiously: "...Then do you think you can pass the manuscript?"

Zhuang Mo sneered.

"Unless they're blind," he said.

Ren Mingqing felt that his expression was very strange when he said this, under the dim and ambiguous light, his eyes even shone like snakes.That glow is one of vaguely insane, megalomaniac, cynical.He didn't seem to be praising people, but Ren Mingqing felt keenly that he was not lying either.He was serious about giving the story a high rating, with an air that was almost contemptuous.

Ren Mingqing was strangely appeased.If Zhuang Mo behaved happily and praised him for his good writing, with his personality, he would probably feel that the other party was deliberately comforting him.But Zhuang Mo was very anxious. He was still going around in circles until now, leaning on the sofa to calm down, and deliberately turned his back to prevent him from seeing his expression. "He's also a writer, a professional writer. Maybe there's something in my story that makes him jealous."

When this idea popped into Ren Mingqing's mind, he was taken aback: How could he speculate about his benefactor so much!What was even more frightening was that when he thought of this possibility, his mind became dizzy and his body became light.The jealousy of others is a good medicine to heal himself. He glanced at his manuscript quickly, and suddenly felt that it was so beautiful again.

While confessing, Ren Mingqing hid behind the screen, trying to focus on the text instead of observing Zhuang Mo on the other side of the room.In order to escape his dirty thoughts, he hid in the fictional world, and it took him less than 5 minutes to completely enter the state.The speed of his typing on the keyboard gradually became faster, and his expression became more relaxed, showing a kind of determination and strength that had never been seen in real life, wantonly controlling the lives, deaths, honors and disgraces of the characters in his works.

Zhuang Mo turned around at some point, and looked at all this coldly - he felt that he had been cheated.

Ren Mingqing's current skills are by no means comparable to those of two years ago.Looking back on how immature those five drafts were, the current him is simply shocking.

Zhuang Mo stared at the stern face illuminated by the monitor, thinking: How many books have you written? 100? 500?or more?

A person's words cannot be deceived.There is no comparison between a novice and a person who has written 100 million words; there is no comparison between a person who has written 100 million words and a person who has written 1000 million words.This is not to say that he agrees with the long and smelly shroud, but that a lot of training will change a person's sense of language like washing the marrow.In the past two years, Ren Mingqing must have written many, many books, and his fluency of writing has reached such a peak that when Zhuang Mo read it for the first time, he forgot that he was an editor.He was like a junior high school student who read an interesting story and read it from beginning to end in one breath—and then found out it was an eunuch.This is unbelievable for him. He hasn't finished chasing anything, whether it's a TV series or a book, for nearly two years.His G-spot is too high, no matter how great a work is, there will be a mediocre stage, and Zhuang Mo's patience is extremely limited; at the same time, he is too professional, the author knows what to fart as soon as he lifts his ass.But just now, he lost his own thinking, forgot why he came here, and just immersed himself in the world constructed by Ren Mingqing, circling in the word maze.

Zhuang Mo was a little annoyed.In a sense, Ren Mingqing relied on his genius to defeat his genius as an editor.

The Bartleby syndrome he was worried about did not appear in Ren Mingqing, and Ren Mingqing hardly changed at all, and even became more radiant.His stories are still mysterious, suspenseful, and fast-paced;He has a strong personal style when he writes, which is extremely inconsistent with himself.He was impotent in real life, insensible from the habit of suffering, and at first glance looked like a hopeless mediocrity.Even Zhuang Mo sometimes thinks arrogantly that he lacks a deep soul.But in his stories, he is so sharp, accurate, and to the point. His psychological description is reminiscent of Dolce, and his acerbic appearance when he ridicules all falsehoods makes people think of Jane Austen and Maugham.No matter how funny or superficial the plot is, there is a strong and dangerous depth in his writing, just like standing on the sea overlooking Hemingway's huge iceberg.His articles are breathless.And he will always give 12 points of strength to the lingering darkness on the background color, making people wonder whether there is really such a strong heart in that weak body.

So how did it all come about?Did he deceive himself?He also concealed his true identity like himself?He is actually a famous writer who has written many, many books?Zhuang Mo stared at the face illuminated by the monitor, trying to find the answers to all the questions from his warrior-like expression.

Soon, Zhuang Mo overturned his assumption and became furious again.After reading Ren Mingqing's manuscript, he has been in a state of being on fire.

There is no doubt that Ren Mingqing is a genius, and he takes his genius seriously.Even without any guide, he did not go astray.He didn't easily consume his talents to create something fleeting in exchange for fame and fortune, and then the fame and fortune backfired.He constantly sharpens himself in the unfathomable tribulations, and his heart is still deep and pure.

But isn't this ridiculous?In this era where anyone can write two strokes, many people easily made a fortune, and many people used the name of the writer to deceive and get things that they didn't deserve at all with their abilities.They fart are sought after.Meanwhile, real writers are serving plates in bars.

He doesn't even know how well he writes.

Zhuang Mo "sorrows for his misfortune, but angers him for not fighting."He defended Ren Mingqing against injustice, even cynical, and hated Ren Mingqing's timid and cowardly expression.His appearance just now seemed to say: If you say that my writing is not good, I will go out and never write again.His eyes said so.

How could he be so unselfish?

"They're all blind." Zhuang Mo thought to himself.

He was so angry that for a short while, he decided to do nothing, letting Ren Mingqing's pearls and jades fall into the dust, it should be retribution.It was only when Ren Mingqing finally finished writing his story and handed him the notebook with a greasy face, that Zhuang Mo gave up the idea.He decided to continue with his previous plan.If the world didn't know about Ren Mingqing's existence, they wouldn't regret missing him.Moreover, for Ren Mingqing, becoming a famous writer is obviously a better destiny.After Zhuang Mo calmed down, he couldn't be too harsh on Ren Mingqing. After all, he regarded himself as the protagonist in the first business draft he wrote.