paper idol

Fu Qinfeng squatted at home, facing the computer without saying a word.No matter what the boss asked her what she was doing or what she wanted to do, she would not answer at all, as if she was dazed.

The boss sat in the living room, made a bucket of instant noodles for Fu Qinfeng, and then sat on the sofa to deal with his own affairs.One after another, Aite was killed in the company's work group, asking her: Have you finished comparing the old articles of Yichunchun, what should I do if I serialize the new article, where is the person of Yichunchun, and how much compensation can I get... The boss just thinks Distraught, when nothing happened, one or two fell in love with a stroke of spring, but now the role changes quickly, and it is exhilarating to press for compensation.As for herself, she has to sit here, looking for "similar products" for previously published books, ensuring that published novels will not fall into a similar copyright crisis, and taking care of the children.

In their line of work, I have seen many similar situations.Once found to be involved in infringement, can be found more, without exception.People who don't make mistakes never make mistakes, and people who make mistakes can't turn back. There is no such thing as "correcting evil and returning to the right" in their dictionary.

But the boss thinks that Qu Lebai is different.She had seen the contract signed between Qu Lebai and Fu Qinfeng, Qu Lebai cut off all escape routes, and almost took all the risks on herself.If Qu Lebai still wanted to continue to "make mistakes", the price would be too high. She would not get any benefits or guarantees, except fame.And fame?It is precisely the most indispensable thing for Qu Lebai.

The boss came to a conclusion: Qu Lebai didn't want to hang out in this industry for a long time, and she wanted to quit.But... I don't want to write anymore, why didn't I tell myself?I am her editor!An editor who deserves to share weal and woe!

But now, the boss has to deal with various situations that emerge one after another while checking the old articles.She helped her forehead, saw the instant noodles soaked, got up and walked to the study and knocked on the door, "Xiao Fu, the instant noodles are ready. Do you have time to talk? Just a few minutes while eating the instant noodles."

The study room was not turned on. Fu Qinfeng sat in the dark and narrow study room, raised his head with disheveled hair, and did not move.

"Don't be silent, some things cannot be avoided."

Only then did Fu Qinfeng nodded, and walked out slowly.

The boss took Fu Qinfeng to sit on the sofa and handed over the instant noodles.Both of them looked tired, and they had been like this ever since Qu Lebai left without saying goodbye.

"Worried about Lele?"

Fu Qinfeng nodded.

"Why don't you call the police? It's been 48 hours, and I can't get through the phone, and my parents and friends can't be reached..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out, Fu Qinfeng vehemently retorted. "No!"

The boss looked cold and said, "Tell me the contact information of her parents, I know you know."

Otherwise, how would Qu Lebai's parents know where she is?

But Fu Qinfeng just shook his head, not knowing what state of mind it was.

The boss sighed and asked another question: "You can't write it anymore, can you?" Normally, she wouldn't use such a "conspicuous" word, but the word "you" made her feel a little absurd.

Fu didn't answer this question, and asked after a moment of silence: "How much will Sister Bai have to pay? If I give up the copyright of that book, will she still have to pay?"

"It's not just a copyright issue," the boss said: "Even if you give up all rights, just like Lele gave up, she will also violate the contract and infringe on the rights and interests of the company and readers. Besides, the division of copyright in this case is very difficult. It's complicated, that book... has no chance to be published. And Lele may lose some money." "Maybe" is a modifier, and the key lies in the depth of "some".

"How much will I pay? According to what we talked about before, how many books do I have to write to pay back?"

Only then did the boss know that Fu Qinfeng wanted to resolve this matter on Qu Lebai's behalf.She shook her head helplessly and asked, "Can you still write it?"

"..." Fu Qinfeng fell silent.

"I didn't want to say it at this time, but you have to make it clear that you are not qualified to create independently. Creation requires inspiration, and there are many sources of inspiration, such as social relations, natural landscapes, anecdotes, and works of predecessors... and you , your creative inspiration comes from only one person, the same person.”

"Your creation mode is fan-like. I discovered this. I wanted to correct you slowly, but now I need to make it clear. The basis of fan creation is emotion-love for characters, or love for the mode of getting along. Love. It's kind of like love, intense and lonely, adrift, groundless, and usually short-lived. You base your creations not on characters but on... a love for Lele, so that as soon as she disappears, You won't be able to write it." The boss looked at Fu Qinfeng guiltily, and said, "Sorry, I don't want to be so straightforward."

There was a brief injury and loss in Fu Qinfeng's eyes, but after that, she quickly adjusted, and even echoed: "I admit, what about Sister Bai? What is her source of inspiration?"

Fu Qinfeng knew that he both relied on and respected Qu Lebai, so that his writing was like a "stroke of spring".There are quite a few beginners who imitate the style of their favorite writers, but there are not many who reach her level.Fu Qinfeng had never talked about Qu Lebai's style with the boss, and now that he was chatting, he was naturally curious about the opinions of professionals.

"Herself," the boss said without hesitation, "Lele is a very self-centered person. There are a thousand colors in the world, but she can only see the one she wants to see. When communicating with the outside world Before, she made her own decision about sex, how the world is made up, and other people’s moods and thoughts. She only touches when she thinks it’s “safe”. Is it good or bad. This character is really not suitable for getting along with people in daily life. She has few friends, which is one of the reasons. I know this, but I didn’t remind it, because she is a writer, which is good for writing. It all only happened in her own world, and it was what she interpreted it to be. Writing and daily communication are not the same thing, and they can even be regarded as opposites. Creators need pain and distance, but understanding is a drag. "

"Lele's inspiration is her vigorous self. She used to be angry, but now she is helpless. She is more and more describing the protagonist's involuntary, trying to reconcile with the readers. I thought it was her transformation, but I never thought about it. It was she who was asking for help and playing games with herself. Maybe she didn't even think about it clearly, whether she wants to maintain the old her, or want to become the new one." After saying this, the boss was silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply In one breath, he asked Fu Qinfeng: "What about you? Have you thought about who you want to be?"

Fu Qinfeng was taken aback.

What does she want to be like?After removing the influence of Qu Lebai?

People always say that young people are magnificent because they have less experience.One year is equal to one twentieth of a young man, and one sixtieth of an old man.In Fu Qinfeng's life of less than 20 years, Qu Lebai's existence was very important.She set up a banner for her, told her how to live, and even laid the foundation for her aesthetics, making her fall in love with youthful spirit.But she really wanted to scold like that?Does she enjoy writing—the kind of writing that describes her own characters and plots while also describing herself?

Fu Qinfeng lowered his head and thought for a moment, then finally raised his head to look at the boss, and said, "Boss, can you take me to the school? Just take a look."

In the next few hours, the boss took Fu Qinfeng around the school.This is the best high school in the district, and every student's face is full of dissatisfaction with the education for the exam.And this dissatisfaction is the essence of youth, and it is also something Fu Qinfeng has always envied and looked forward to.

She never realized she liked this.When the mandrake made her write a campus script, she was ready to move, but she didn't realize it; when she was writing at her desk, there was an exercise book next to the computer, but she didn't realize it.When the big brother accompanied her to visit the school, she suddenly realized that this company made her mistakenly think that she had parents and family affection.

She yearns for seemingly ordinary things, family affection, companionship, school, youth...

She loves writing whether true or false, or yearns for Qu Lebai whether true or false, but she really loves herself.She stood in front of the playground, watching the high school students' copious and lazy movements when they were doing radio gymnastics, and something tickled her heart.She turned to look at the boss and said, "I know the phone number of sister Bai's parents. Do you want to go with me to see them?"

"Feng'er, why are you here? Is your work going well recently? I heard that you want to take the graduation certificate test, have you passed it?"

Qu Lebai's parents were very enthusiastic towards Qinfeng, asking questions, which made Fu Qinfeng a little difficult to deal with.

The boss said that she had no position to show up, and was waiting downstairs in the hospital, so the task of inquiring about the information fell to Fu Qinfeng.Fu Qinfeng looked at the familiar elder's face, bit his lower lip, and replied: "I'm fine at work, and I'm preparing for the exam recently. I was very busy before, so I didn't have time to come and see you. I'm very, very sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay, you are busy, you are busy, just come and have a look when you have time."

While playing with Rongrong, Fu Qinfeng casually asked: "Where's Sister Bai? Has she come to see you?"

Qu Lebai's mother showed a very surprised expression and said, "Don't you live together? She often comes here to take care of Rongrong recently, don't you know?"

Fu Qinfeng's heart twitched, it seemed that they still didn't know about Qu Lebai running away from home.She always felt that it was her own fault, so she was too embarrassed to mention it in front of the other party's parents, so she could only quickly lower her head and evade, "I... I studied so hard..."

"A few years have passed, Lele has changed a lot. If you have something to say, you are willing to tell us. It was like that when you took care of Rongrong. You have finally grown up..." Qu Lebai's mother sighed heavily. In a low tone, he said: "It's just that she doesn't seem to write novels anymore, and I don't understand such things, Feng'er, tell me, can you say that you can't write if you don't write?"

Fu Qinfeng felt even more guilty, unable to say a word.

"Every time she comes here, she is accompanied by a good-looking girl. She is much better than she was alone before. It seems that she has really changed a lot in the past few years... I have suffered..." Thinking of her daughter's previous few days Crying bitterly every day, and thinking of what her daughter-in-law told Jing Rourou, Qu's mother felt that that friend was not in vain, and she was a little moved and relieved, and she shed tears.

Fu Qinfeng was taken aback.

Pretty girl?A good-looking girl that Qu Lebai knew well?Can you accompany the girl who came to visit her parents?

A name flashed across his mind, Fu Qinfeng was a little annoyed.Qu Lebai has been away from home for so long, and there are only a few people she knows well, so she should have thought of it earlier.

That beautiful anchor is called "Rou Jiang".