paper idol

Coming home from get off work, Qu Lebai saw the big guy squatting at the door.

The boss was wearing a professional suit, took off his high heels and sat on the computer bag, and the computer was spread out on his lap, still working.The travels are busy, and the brows and eyes are full of exhaustion.

The moment Qu Lebai saw the boss, he understood why the boss appeared.

The boss really likes his own writing, Qu Lebai can see it clearly.The boss has always been biased towards himself, and he has torn with his colleagues for himself.She also understands her glassy heart, and never forces herself to do anything—except for forcing herself to write the outline of a serialized article a while ago.The boss is doing the job of editor with the mentality of a fan.

This time, I was probably afraid of thinking too much.

However, the more considerate he received, the more uncomfortable Qu Lebai felt.The big brother's kindness is all for the sake of being able to write excellent works, but he is not even as good as a gunman...

Noticing Qu Lebai's return, the boss stood up and said, "Lele, you ignored Q and calls, so I had to come here... Your roommate hasn't come back, so you won't know who I am."

Even now, I am still taking care of my feelings.

Qu Lebai sighed, knowing in his heart that this war was inevitable, so he opened the door and said sideways, "Let's go into the room and talk."

The boss quickly closed the computer and put it in the computer bag, and put on his shoes.

As soon as Qu Lebai lowered her head, she saw a hole in the boss's stockings.The boss was a little embarrassed, and said: "The quality is not very good, I laughed..."

It's not easy for everyone.

After the boss came in, Qu Lebai poured him a glass of water.

The boss spoke first and said, "You didn't update the article today."

Qu Lebai was stunned for a moment, and remembered that this was not a magazine serial or a draft publication, but an online serial.She doesn't know much about online literature, but she also knows that daily and stable updates are necessary.

Then my heart became cold, and my face turned pale.

The publishing house has gun manuscripts, which are of better quality than their own, and can achieve the effect of promoting publication.In this case, I must be regarded as an abandoned child, but I don't know how they will deal with their pit, and how they will deal with themselves in the future.

Abandoned son...

This word reminded Qu Lebai of Rou Jiang, maybe it was the same situation that Rou Jiang faced back then.The club decided to give up on her long ago, so they didn't get her at a critical moment.Otherwise, a solo match that has not been notarized can really force active players to retire?That was the finals.

Ah, this is really destined, do I have to re-read "Fate Me" again?

Seeing that Qu Lebai didn't speak, the boss felt a little bit in his heart, and knew it was broken, so he hurriedly remedied it: "The editorial department explained it on your behalf, and this article is updated every week. It's about the same frequency as you used to submit to magazines for serialization, once a week. [-] words is fine—fortunately, you released a [-]-word manuscript on the first day.”

It is really difficult to edit these days. You have to appease the author and take the blame for the author.Qu Lebai has already imagined the scene where the boss is doing things for him like a spinning top.

Qu Lebai sat down facing the boss, and said, "Boss, tell me the truth, are you the only one in the publishing house who is looking forward to me? Are you the one who stopped the gunman's manuscript?"

Qu Lebai's eyes were full of painful hatred, and the boss could tell at a glance that she was blaming herself.But this is something my colleague did wrong, why should Lele blame herself?

"Of course not. The entire publishing house is very interested in this pilot project. If this model is really successful, we will strengthen cooperation with online literature stations in the future to seek common interests. Just because everyone has high expectations for you, so Only then will some colleagues make decisions without authorization and prepare plan B."

Qu Lebai doesn't believe it.

The boss continued to speak earnestly and said: "You are one of the first batch of authors signed by our company. As long as you have eyes, you can feel the charm of your words. Even from a purely commercial point of view, it is impossible to have a bad relationship with you." , because you have unlimited possibilities. This time the colleague has been criticized, and such a thing will never happen again."

"But for you, the important thing is the name 'Yiyichun', not me. As long as you bear this name, any book, no matter how bad, can be published, and people will buy it, right? So many books have been published in the past two years Books, every one of them is terrible, don’t they have sales? You guys want this pseudonym, I can’t stop it, I just hope you don’t force me..."

Qu Lebai almost choked up, unable to continue.She seldom talks about her views on her works with the bosses, and she maintains her final dignity as a writer like a dead end.But at this point, it is almost a self-confession, admitting that I lack inspiration.

Because she wanted to retain a little self-esteem that was enough to cover her body, she couldn't speak clearly, and could only hope that the boss understood the subtext in her words.

Unexpectedly, the boss showed an inconceivable expression, and said, "Why do you think so? The publishing market has been sluggish in the past two years, and your sales are not bad, so how can you write badly? Have you always looked at your works like this?" What? You don't like them yourself?!"

It's just that I don't like the works of the past two years.They are crudely made, as if forced to make up the number.

"No matter how smooth the gun manuscript is, it was not written by you. Without your aura, it will be exposed immediately. Maybe this writing mode is not suitable for you. Next time we will not get involved in such things. This time nominate your It's me, sorry."

"Do not……"

"I only have one request for you. You are not allowed to hate your own works, and you are not allowed to blame yourself. Look at your words, full of aura, how many people's hearts have been saved? Skills can be honed, but hearts cannot be faked. You have to believe in yourself, because I believe in you."

The boss looked at Qu Lebai sincerely, his eyes were so soft that they were in a mess.

Qu Lebai felt even more sad, as if he had lost all his strength, he was stretched out on the chair, speechless.

The more the boss placed high hopes on her, the more desperate she became.

They all say that the heart cannot be faked, but I clearly can't write it anymore.The life of a writer is unmistakably reflected in the quality. If the quality can be quantified, then the quality line graph is the heartbeat line graph of the writer.It's fine if others can't see it, but can't even your own editor see it?

So what do you mean "will be exposed"?Readers can only cheer "there's another good book to read".

Blind trust is the blade of backlash, cutting her heart to the brim with blood.

But she couldn't let go of her arrogance, self-restraint and low self-esteem. When the boss asked her "can the serialization be completed on time next week", she nodded involuntarily.

Writers are idols who don't know who they are, and who sell their hearts and dreams.

And idols cannot live up to expectations.

The boss smiled as he wished, and said, "I knew it, you are still a fortune from before."

But the truth is, I'm not anymore.

Qu Lebai shook her head with a wry smile, and sent the boss out.

As soon as the door opened, he saw Fu Qinfeng standing facing him. It seemed that he had not just arrived, but he might have been eavesdropping for a long time.

Qu Lebai looked as usual, and said: "The dormitory is noisy again? Move here to live. I will send my sister out first, and you wait in the room."

But the boss stopped and looked at Fu Qinfeng and said, "This is your sister? It really looks like you before, especially the eyes."

Qu Lebai forced a smile, and said, "It's time to get off work, hurry up and enjoy your life."

"It's my pleasure to ask you to press the manuscript, and I look forward to your work next week!"

After giving thousands of gifts, he finally sent the boss out.

Taking one last look before closing the door, the boss looked back at her with a strange look, and said, "I always feel that what you just said is calling for help, is that so?"

Qu Lebai was taken aback for a moment, then immediately closed the door, not knowing what the boss said at the end.

Maybe she was indeed calling for help, but obviously, Big Boss wasn't throwing the right rope.

After returning to the room, Fu Qinfeng was looking at her and said, "You can't write anymore, can you?"

Qu Lebai just said: "Have you reviewed it?"

"Why don't you tell her she's not your editor?"

Qu Lebai handed over the tablet and said, "I don't interfere with your life. If you want to read, you can read, and if you want to write novels, you can write novels. If you ask me for help, I will do my best to help. But corresponding to this, Don't interfere with my life either. Don't wash or cook for me, or cook porridge, and don't care about me."

Qu Lebai tried his best to keep his tone calm, but the calmer he became, the more indifferent he became. Fu Qinfeng suddenly opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Sister, is this... despising yourself for crossing the line?

When Qu Lebai saw Fu Qinfeng, he thought of his former self, especially his eyes.And because of begging but not being able to get more irritable, I don't want to take another look.She put the tablet on the bedside table, held the computer, and went to the living room.

At this point in time, Rou Jiang should have started broadcasting, right?