paper idol

After being hospitalized overnight, Qu Lebai finally rushed out the new serial.

Maybe it's because it's the first draft, maybe it's because of psychological effects, Qu Lebai always feels messed up and can't see anyone at all.

She was helpless when she was asked to change, and the previous feeling of "everything needs to be changed" disappeared.Only then did she know that being able to change at least shows that the foundation is not bad, and if the written thing is completely rubbish, it is impossible to even modify it.

Without Rou Jiang's company, it seems that I can't write anything.

Can't write.

These five words are like a curse, even if you try hard to change, even if you bite the bullet and choke out a few words, you can't change the status quo.

"If you do it, you will get better", this sentence is a complete lie, and it is a lie that tricks you into "nothing can be done well".

Just when Qu Lebai was so upset that he wanted to commit suicide, the door of the ward suddenly opened, and the boss appeared at the door.

The boss brought a bowl of fragrant food and said to her: "Your sister said you were sick, so I came to visit you. Although I only brought a bowl of wontons, this is your favorite. I waited in line for a long time to buy it." Arrived."

Qu Lebai put away his broken heart, finally put on a peaceful smile, and said, "Thank you, how did she contact you?"

Rou Jiang's phrase "making facial expressions is too tiring" suddenly flashed across her mind, and she felt empathy.

"She somehow found out about our agency's call for papers, which contained my email address, so she sent me an email, and begged me to give me a few days of grace." The boss smiled and said, "Your sister , quite unusual. I don’t even know when the call for papers was released, but she was able to find it.”

Qu Lebai smiled.

No matter when it was released, Fu Qinfeng might have found it for a long time.

"Is the body really unable to hold on? If writing essays hurts the body so much, why don't you... take a rest first?" The boss looked at her tentatively.

The boss didn't know that she stayed up all night playing games to this point, and thought it was the creation that made her work so hard, so he felt very distressed.Qu Lebai could also understand the meaning in her eyes: If serialization is such a heavy burden for you, then let's forget it.As for the company and planning, I will figure out a way.

But, Qu Lebai knew what was going on with her, so how could she compromise?

She couldn't accept the praise, nor the kindness that shouldn't belong to her.These are all like cheating.

Is she willing to degenerate herself, but wants the boss to take responsibility for herself?How will the company view itself, and how will readers view themselves?

If I stop here, then the pseudonym will no longer belong to me.

Qu Lebai took a deep breath and said, "No... I finished writing, um, I finished the first draft. Can you... help me look at it?"

Originally, I planned to show Rou Jiang a leisurely look after the modification, but I didn't expect to face the boss first.

The boss is his own editor, so he can naturally be trusted.Even if it's a semi-finished product that doesn't make sense, it's completely fine... right?

The boss showed a surprised expression on his face, and said: "I used to never show people the first draft before it was finished, why this time..."

Qu Lebai said: "The essence of serialization is not to show the draft to others? Especially like me, I have to go back and change a line every time I write three lines."

I must stabilize the morale of the boss and tell the boss that I can do it.

But that was just an ineffective first draft... I don't even know where to start to make changes, and Qu Lebai himself doesn't make any sense.

She almost opened the file for the boss with the feeling of being publicly lingering.

The boss stared at the screen, very seriously, and even the punctuation marks had to deduct certain meanings.

In the process of reading the article, the big brother didn't say anything, and his expression didn't change, which made Qu Lebai feel uneasy, wondering how the other party thought of this semi-finished product.

After a while, the boss finally came back to his senses and said, "It's good, it's good, let's post it."

"Is there nothing to modify?" Qu Lebai asked.

After asking in this way, the boss seems to have recovered a bit of the status of a professional woman, pulled the document to the front, and put forward many amendments.

Editors and authors have different standpoints and have different ways of viewing works.What Qu Lebai wanted to ask was "Is it good-looking" and "Can it touch people's hearts", but the boss told her "How to make it smoother" and "This change will be more mainstream".

Qu Lebai felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know where it was.

When the boss put forward all the modifiable details and summed up the sentence "The writing is very good", she finally reacted.

She doesn't really want to hear compliments or some trivial problem, what she wants to hear is criticism, "Your idea is boring", "Your whole essay sucks".

The boss likes and cherishes himself so much that he even has a fan filter—or rather, Qu Lebai believes that the other party has a fan filter, so everything will definitely be greatly reduced.

When the other party cannot be fair and fair, frankness becomes a unilateral demand.She is asking for the love and praise of the boss, which is in a certain sense difficult for others.

She looked at the faint smile on the big man's lips, and felt strange in her heart: Maybe the other party didn't like this article at all, but she couldn't say it because of emotion and affection.

She bit her lip and said to the boss: "Actually... I have another version, do you want to see it?"

She still has Fu Qinfeng's continuation in her hand, and she wants to know, can the boss recognize herself?Do you really think you are good at writing?

The boss read Fu Qinfeng's manuscript very quickly, almost ten lines at a glance.

Seeing this speed, Qu Lebai's heart sank.

Sure enough, after quickly scrolling to the end of the document, the boss's eyes lit up, and he said, "You've recovered! It's still the same as before!"

Qu Lebai felt that the smile on his face could no longer be held.

"Although the writing style is unpolished and the length is not enough, this is your style! You should stand on the top of the mountains, you should be a childish boy, and you should draw your sword to help when you see injustice!" The boss was very excited , Said: "What everyone wants to see is you like this!"

"So your real first draft is like this? How about..." The boss stared into Qu Lebai's eyes and said, "Don't revise. The more you revise, the more discouraged you will be. This is how you should be. "

Qu Lebai felt ridiculed, and lowered his head slightly, avoiding the eyes of the boss.

style... this kind of me...

It turns out that readers love the kind of aura that is not afraid of anything, but the youthful spirit is limited and quantitative. Where can I get so much anger and arrogance?

Outside of the work, the author is irrelevant, or even non-existent.Almost no one can fall in love with someone through a work.

What they love is a style, a temperament, at best, a fragment of you in the "now".Authors change, but aesthetics remain forever.If you want to last long, you can only change in a good direction, and this process is destined to abandon some readers and attract others.

If you go in a bad direction, you can only be abandoned by everyone—just like yourself at this moment.

No one will love you forever.No one will love you forever through works.

You can only love yourself.

Qu Lebai suddenly figured this out, but what followed was a huge emptiness and helplessness.

She puts all her energy on "a stroke of spring", longing for it to be admired by others, so that she can feel the joy through a layer of veil.But for readers, they just want that unique flavor.

Publishing houses have seen through this for a long time, so they have been asking themselves to "stick to the style".

But, I have changed... I have become such an unpleasant appearance.

More people will be disappointed and leave, and they will only get further and further away.

If we continue to wear the skin of "a stroke of spring", I'm afraid even it will be criticized.

Qu Lebai was a little out of breath, but the boss asked her: "Which version do you want to post?"

Qu Lebai said, "Let me think about it."

The boss nodded thoughtfully, and said: "There are still two days, you think about it slowly. Just give me a message after you think about it. There are still things in the company, and I have to deal with them first. I wish you a speedy recovery."

Qu Lebai watched the big brother leave the ward, and when he heard the word "recovery", he felt it was very meaningful.

She took a deep breath, and finally opened the serialization page with trembling hands.

She hadn't logged in since the first day she glanced across the board.She is afraid of seeing others disappointed in her, so she doesn't look or think about it.

As long as you can't see it, it doesn't exist.

But today, she has to know how others view "a stroke of spring" and how they view herself today.

[The style of writing has changed... it's a bit heavy... Let's see if you get fat.Big cheer. 】

[Is there a replacement? 】

[Maybe the level is the same, for publishing manuscripts, there are always editors to help revise.It can only be said that the editor is really awesome. 】

[Did you find a ghostwriter before, or are you looking for a shooter now?Is it at this level after becoming popular? 】

[The superstar has fallen, the superstar has fallen, what a girl with aura back then, she is useless...]

[The Great God only has this collection, and I feel a little distressed... If you donate one for friendship, you will pay for your youth! 】

……

She made the mistake of listening and believing again. In the lively comment area, she glanced over and picked out all similar comments.She knew it couldn't be like this, and tried to focus on the praise, but her eyes were always distracted and she couldn't see clearly.

She felt like she was going to cry.

Then, I really cried.

The author has something to say: this is the end of chapter V, thank you for your support.