paper idol

Qu Lebai never thought that he would be reduced to the current situation.Turning on the computer and looking at the manuscript, I felt that the previous outline was extremely embarrassing. No wonder the editorial department collectively typed back.

There is a word lingering in my mind, lingering.

sports.

She smashed the previous outline, but the new outline only came up with a theme.

When thinking about the new outline, Jing Rourou's face filled her mind.What is Jing Rourou's competitive history?How does psychology change?

She was full of curiosity about Jing Rourou, and when she reviewed the details of her relationship, she found that she didn't understand this person at all, and writing rashly would only be an offense.

But from another point of view, why didn't Jing Rourou offend herself?

Even if it is to urge myself to go to sleep, killing myself first and then winning will undoubtedly destroy my game experience.To put it in a big way, it means disregarding one's own wishes and disrespecting.

The justification of purpose can never justify action.

Before Rou Jiang sang a few songs, she successfully lulled her mind into a deep sleep.Now there is no interference, and the anger is slowly fermenting, becoming more and more heavy and sour.

Qu Lebai was angry.

When I got angry, I didn't want to use her as the protagonist, so I had to think of another outline.

But Muse never visited again.

……

At dawn, Qu Lebai was surprised to find that he had been wandering between "writing or not writing Jing Rourou" for more than four hours, and he hadn't come to a conclusion yet.

At this moment, the phone rang, it was the boss.

"Hello? You woke up so early? You obviously didn't sleep until after one o'clock last night." The boss said.

Only then did Qu Lebai remember that when he boarded Q last night, he left a message to the boss, which was almost exactly the same.The boss fell asleep and didn't reply at that time, so naturally he didn't know that he stayed up all night.

"Ah..." Qu Lebai said, "Morning."

"I read the message, and I just said one word - 'no'. This article really can't be delayed, the company's publicity has already been sent out." The boss first categorically denied Qu Lebai's request, and then softened With a calm tone, he said: "Did you encounter any trouble? Do you need my help? You can talk about any aspect of the matter, and I will try my best to help you solve it. The editor is always the author's most solid backing."

Qu Lebai was silent for a while, and said, "It's fine now, I've thought of a new idea."

"New idea? What new idea?"

Rou Jiang's face appeared before Qu Lebai's eyes again, but at the same time, there was also the scene where Rou Jiang shot himself headshot.She herself hasn't come up with a result on "writing or not", so naturally she can't tell the boss.

——As for saying that you have "already" thought of new ideas?It's purely blunt.

If you really can't think of an alternative, write this idea again.

Qu Lebai was silent for a moment, and the boss quickly understood the meaning and stopped asking about the content. "If you want to completely re-conceive, is it too late? There are still five days before the release of the article. Not only the outline, but also the first tens of thousands of characters of the text. Are you OK? Do you want to discuss it with me? Or we can open a room in a few days, If you have any questions, communicate directly face to face."

The boss is really a good editor who devotes himself to everything, and he cares infinitely inside and outside the words. He only needs to say "write for me with the pen".

Editors and authors are the most reliable partnerships, especially the boss who likes his own articles from the bottom of his heart.

Qu Lebai was very glad that he was taken over by the boss, but he also felt a little guilty.

She didn't tell the boss about her loss of inspiration, she lied.Editors and authors... when a person can't write, she is no longer an author.

"No. I can handle it." Qu Lebai said.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and the boss suddenly said: "Lele, it's been so many years, can't you still trust me? Why did you lie to me?"

"..."

It's because it's been so many years, so I can't say anything more.Without any discussion, the publisher released the news that he was going to start an online serial. Could he tell that he could not write it?

"The article will be published in five days. You don't have an outline yet, but you tell me you can handle it..."

"Not now, but it's coming soon. Boss, don't panic, I don't panic myself."

"I know how slow you write. You still have to go to work. There is absolutely not enough time these few days. Could it be that you have to open the skylight that day? What are you thinking? Where did you go when you were so passionate about writing?" The guy's voice suddenly became tired, as if disappointed.

Qu Lebai also knew why.

In the past, once I had an inspiration, I would report it to the boss. The two discussed together and selected the one that Qu Lebai wanted to write the most and the one that was the easiest to publish.At that time, the two could talk about everything, reporting progress every day, even if only a few dozen words were added, they had to communicate with each other.

In the past year, Qu Lebai hardly took the initiative to chat with the boss, and the topics of the novels were all selected according to the "editorial department's recommendation" every month.

From the big brother's point of view, he chose to self-isolate. To some extent, it can be considered a betrayal, right?

But I can't help it... I have lost the desire to express, and my soul is like a pool of stagnant water.

Everyone has a desire to express themselves, just look at the noisy Weibo.The writer's desire to express is perhaps the strongest.

They always take out themselves, dress up their hearts as best sellers, and take them to exhibitions.

It's not enough to empty out the heart, there are also spleen and kidneys lining up.

But Qu Lebai cleaned out his spleen, kidney, liver and lungs, and there was nothing inside.

Everything I want to say has already been said, and chattering will only be annoying.

If there is nothing new, naturally it cannot be written.

But how can you tell the boss this?The big brother cares about himself, all because he is a fortune—even if it is not for commercial value, it is because he has written interesting stories in the past, and he can write more interesting stories in the future.

Once you can't write it yourself, it is no longer a stroke of spring.Everything obtained based on this pseudonym will be reduced to nothing.A writer without works is nothing, and no one remembers a dry soul.

Readers will fall in love with more and more interesting writers, and big bosses will cultivate brighter rookies.

Instead of choking and asking for help, it is better to irrigate yourself with tears.At least before it really dries up, it can bear the last fruit.Even if it is astringent, it is also its own fruit.

So, how to say it?

Qu Lebai's voice sank, and it took a while before he said: "I will definitely be able to write it before the stipulated time, I swear."

"Hey..." The boss sighed a long time and said, "Okay, tell me if you have any difficulties, and I will solve them for you. I am an all-round editor."

Qu Lebai shook her head with a wry smile.

No matter how omnipotent the boss is, he cannot solve the problem of exhaustion of inspiration.She believed in the boss, but she didn't believe in herself.

The boss doesn't believe in himself either.

After hanging up the phone, Qu Lebai went to the bathroom to wash his face.Packed up my grooming, and rushed to work.