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Fu Qinfeng is still writing, and Qu Lebai is still dawdling.

Rou Jiang is still live broadcasting, occasionally chatting with Qu Lebai about the progress of team formation.

The matter of Wang Chuan ended in a farce, and Bi Meng tweeted angrily denouncing him as "nonsense". There was a riot, and the man Wang Chuan was devoted to also got involved.The three of them tore up a love triangle-themed coercion, and the attention was even higher than that of Roujiang. In the end, the lovers got married, and Beamon broke with the couple, but Roujiang was not torn apart.

Rou Jiang said: "Look, it's okay if I don't respond, anyway, it wasn't to tear me apart in the first place. Maybe it's just that my love life is too peaceful and boring."

"But you're hurt."

Hearing this, Rou Jiang smiled meanly, and said, "You know what, actually I was not seriously injured. During the live broadcast, I was given a needle because the air conditioner was blowing too much and I caught a cold. It was all just pretending, forget about it. Chuan was really right. She pushed me a bit, so she got a gash in the face."

Qu Lebai was stunned for a long time, then said: "...It's fine, as long as you don't get seriously injured."

"I don't want to break with her, so I pretend to be weak, which saves the most effort. There are so many people who speak up for me, most of which are because I got hurt." Rou Jiang said: "So public opinion, how should I put it... um, It is necessary to lie a little now and then."

There was sarcasm in the tone, but it was more self-deprecating.Qu Lebai felt a little uncomfortable when he heard it, and blurted out: "But you are really hurt."

Rou Jiang seemed to be stunned, and Qu Lebai added: "Small injuries are also injuries. You did nothing wrong, and you didn't get anything afterwards. You only caused a mess. Others will always remember that you were torn apart." Appears to have done this'. Why are you swallowing this breath?"

Rou Jiang said: "Beamon has agreed to join my team."

"What does it matter?"

"Wang Chuan's current boyfriend is Beamon's current boss. If it didn't happen, Beamon would probably renew his contract for the sake of his sweetheart, but now it's impossible. For me, this is the benefit. Fame or something , It’s really not as important as the team.” Rou Jiang said: “As for the fans...you can’t see them, you can just pretend they don’t exist, what do you think?”

Qu Lebai felt that Roujiang was right, but also felt that something was wrong.

But she knows that she takes other people's opinions too seriously, which is not a good thing.

Perhaps, I should learn from Rou Jiang.

……

After this month's salary was paid, Fu Qinfeng forced Qu Lebai to eat at Haidilao, saying he wanted to treat him.

Qu Lebai felt that Fu Qinfeng's salary was tight, so he should save some money to prevent accidents and plan for a rainy day.

But Fu Qinfeng said to her seriously: "Sister, I want to resign."

Qu Lebai hurriedly asked her: "Why? For the high school entrance examination?"

Fu Qinfeng avoided her gaze, lowered his head and said, "No...I want to write a novel."

At that moment, Qu Lebai felt that time had flown back, as if he saw himself back then.

She knew that a young man's heart could not be worn out, but she was also worried that Fu Qinfeng would go to his present in the future.

She wanted to support Fu Qinfeng passionately, but she couldn't help being pessimistic for him.

It turns out that the parents are in this mood when they change places?

It's strange, I clearly walk this road step by step, but when I look back, I can't help being the one blocking the road.

Maybe I am really old.

Seeing that Qu Lebai did not answer, Fu Qinfeng raised his head and asked, "Is it not possible?"

Qu Lebai came back to her senses, and hurriedly said, "This...you can do whatever you want."

She doesn't want to be the bad guy, but she isn't the good guy either.She is not Fu Qinfeng's real elder, she is unwilling to take responsibility, and will be blamed in the future, but fortunately, Fu Qinfeng is an adult.

"This pseudonym can be given to you, but you have to bear the corresponding responsibility."

"What responsibility?"

"Being a writer is not just as simple as writing novels. There are also various things to deal with, and various people to communicate with. I can't handle these for you. If you want, take Weibo over. Use it. Well, there is...QQ."

Qu Lebai's tone was as calm as possible, but when he spoke, his heart seemed to be bleeding.

Ghostwriting is not a long-term solution. Even if the term "pen name inheritance" sounds a little nicer, the essence remains the same.She teamed up with Fu Qinfeng to deceive everyone, including the company and the editor in charge.

At first, she regarded "One-stroke Spring" as a story, and she didn't want to continue the story, but wanted to give it an ending as perfect as possible.She seduced Fu Qinfeng, so she should have thought of today, the day when she was not willing to let go after being praised.

But she consciously ignored it.

Didn't she come here by herself?Writing novels is certainly enjoyable in itself, but getting praise is also an important part of the feedback mechanism, just like playing games for fun, but also want to win.

She knew that one day, the boss would confront her on behalf of the publishing house, but that was for the future, and now it was better to fulfill the children's dreams.In the beginning, who is not for a dream.

But Fu Qinfeng stood up suddenly, and said loudly: "There are so many messages every day, all for you! You want to leave like this, do you feel sorry for these people?! Sister, why do you just want to escape? Boss, then If you like your text, are you going to give her all the brains to me?"

"You don't want to communicate with the boss?" Qu Lebai couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "It's impossible for a person to just do what he likes to do."

"..."

"You don't want to be trapped in this shell, so I told the boss that I will never write this book again. The choice is yours, but you can't regret it after you choose."

"...But you walked away, sorry to your readers. You are deceiving them."

Qu Lebai sighed, and finally opened Weibo and the serial page.Sure enough, almost all the evaluations are praises, joy and encouragement, cheering and calling.

Qu Lebai spread these evidences in front of Fu Qinfeng, and said, "Look, these people are praising you... No one can see that there is a replacement. What they want from Yichun, they have already got it." I lied to them? Does anyone know? No one knows, no readers have any direct or indirect contractual or guarantee relationship with me, what have I lied to them?"

Qu Lebai said again: "No one cares about me at all. Readers only care about the text, and it has nothing to do with the hen that lays eggs. Whoever can write a great article is the one who is a stroke of spring. And now, a stroke of spring is you, you It's a fortune. In the final analysis, the relationship between the author and the reader is just a transactional relationship, money and novels, and nothing else exists. As for "likes" and "feelings to be let down"...even I can't recognize them, and Why do you say that these things exist? Why do you ask me to be there all the time? They like you very much and look forward to your novel."

The entire basis of a writer's existence is the work itself, and if you can't write good-looking novels, you are nothing.It's not like she hasn't seen it before when the song ends and the tea is cold. Doesn't the evaluation of the first few chapters confirm this sentence?

Qu Lebai thought, maybe now, she has disappointed the readers.

Even disappointed in myself.

Fu Qinfeng suddenly broke out and said loudly: "If you really care about Wen, if you really care about me...why don't you praise me?! Why no one praises me..."

Fu Qinfeng roared until his voice broke, and even cried.She squatted down with her knees hugged, her shoulders shrugged, and she was very sad.

Qu Lebai was stunned for a while, then simply sat cross-legged on the ground.She recalled these years, patted Fu Qinfeng on the shoulder, and said softly: "Don't place too many expectations on readers... The novels you write are just novels, no one will love you because of this... The novels are written well. Goodness is the last word, it’s good to see them boasting, and it will hurt if you entrust too many things.”

"I... I don't expect anything, I just hope they will praise my novel, sister, can I really write it well?" Fu Qinfeng looked up at Qu Lebai with tears in his eyes, like a wounded little girl leopard.

"I didn't write well, so I was abandoned. Look at you again, what do you think? They only care about writing, not people." Qu Lebai stroked Fu Qinfeng's back lightly, her palms wandering along the spine, Touching the soft body with fingertips, it seems to feel infinite vitality.

Even if you hesitate temporarily, you are still positive and energetic.

"What about you? Don't you care about me?"

Qu Lebai was taken aback.

Fu Qinfeng's tears hung on his eyelashes, they were heavy and might fall at any time.At the last second before falling, Fu Qinfeng reached out to wipe away the tears, and his eyes became bright again, like a drawn sword.

Fu Qinfeng said: "Sister, you don't care about me, you only care about this pseudonym, you want to finish this novel, right?"

Asked again that she was speechless, Qu Lebai smiled wryly, thinking of the questions Fu Qinfeng had asked these days, suddenly felt that she had really underestimated Fu Qinfeng.

I underestimated children who are sensitive and have the heart of a child.

Qu Lebai didn't speak, but Fu Qinfeng stopped crying.She stood up, walked to the bag, took out her mobile phone, handed it to Qu Lebai, and said, "This is a novel I wrote."

Qu Lebai took it and saw the familiar interface.

Fu Qinfeng had read it to her before, a novel written by himself.

Almost no one cares about that novel, and there are only a few hits.But Qu Lebai thought, this is not the real reason for Fu Qinfeng's sadness.

Sure enough, when I looked through the comments, I saw a few comments.

The same ID has commented several times in succession: [The writing style is too bad...but the plot is okay, the author cheers] [Why is the heroine so stupid?Have no brains at all? 】【Universities don't have fixed seats, a little common sense, okay? 】【This primary school student's writing... I can't stand it any longer, goodbye author! 】

There are also comments from other people, but they also point out the problem more or less, and like to express "restraint"-the kind of restraint that is almost absent.

Fu Qinfeng said: "Am I really good at writing? Are they really praising me because I am good at writing? When those people praise me for good writing, are they praising the writing or the pen?"

This question really stopped Qu Lebai.

She wrote novels early, and the channels are different from Fu Qinfeng's.At that time, the editor-in-chief encouraged her and taught her some novel writing skills, and it was many months later when she actually came into contact with the readers' evaluations-there were also mixed with the positive reviews that the publishing house forged for sales.

She has never faced readers directly, not to mention that Fu Qinfeng is too immature, and there is indeed room for improvement.

Perhaps this is a side effect of the development of the times. Internet serialization is indeed very different from physical publishing.

Qu Lebai didn't know what to say, but after a while, Fu Qinfeng suddenly smiled in relief, and said, "I will continue to write novels, and I will figure this out by myself. Sis, don't worry."

Qu Lebai looked at Fu Qinfeng's smile, but couldn't let go of her heart.

She always felt that something else was added there, and she couldn't understand it anymore.