The whole entertainment industry begs me not to drink CP

Of course Tu Bai didn't understand what the Winter Banquet was saying.

If he hadn't been paying attention to Summer since he was not popular, and knew that he had a trumpet, Tu Bai would have thought he had mistaken him.

After all, the personality contrast between the two accounts is too great.

Blue Ocean Literature Network is very strict, many subjects and content are not allowed to write.But Summer is an author who is unrestrained in writing. In order to drive, he got a Weibo trumpet dedicated to drag racing, and named it "Winter Banquet", which happened to be opposite to "Summer".

At that time, Summer was not yet popular, and there were not as many readers as there are now. Those who knew the trumpet of "Winter Feast" were some old readers in the early days.Old readers are very tight-lipped, so until now not many people know that the same person is behind these two accounts.

The text written by Summer is very tense, and this tension is not only reflected in the plot, but also fully displayed in the sex scenes he wrote.

Sometimes, Tu Bai always doubts whether Summer has a split personality.

When he writes plot novels under Summer's account, his writing style is sophisticated, whether it is character setting, plot arrangement or the rhythm of the full text, he has mastered it just right, and it always affects the readers' senses.The words in his pen are like plasticine in the hands of a child, allowing him to manipulate.

Reading his novels, one second the readers were still crying and scolding the author because of the plot that caused liver pain, and the next second they burst into tears and screamed for laughter.

Summer seems to relish the feeling of being in control of her readers' emotions.

In his words, he is the king, and everyone must bow to him.

But when he drives under the pseudonym "Winter Feast", what he writes is completely different.He is very good at describing delicate details, and the car drives tenderly and lingeringly.Reading the articles he wrote always gives people the illusion of being there.

For example, when he writes about kissing, it is as if someone is really pinching his chin with his slender fingers. The fingers gradually tighten, and the warm touch is covered, and the lips and tongue are entangled like sexual intercourse.

Every time after watching the car released by the Winter Banquet, Tubai, who was red-faced and hot, had only two words in his mind: awesome.

Regardless of whether S University has a split personality or not, he must be an experienced driver with rich personalities!

However, for a period of time last year, without knowing what happened, the style of Winter Banquet suddenly changed drastically, and the car written was particularly violent.Many readers were hooked after reading it, and many people complained that the speed was too fast and motion sickness.

It was only after Tubai finished reading that he was worried that something had happened to him and his mood was unstable, which led to a sudden change in his style of writing.

Sure enough, during that time, the novel being serialized by Summer suddenly fell into a very depressing plot.When Tu Bai chased the serialization, he could even feel the despair and pain overflowing from between the lines.

This deep-rooted sense of despair is too real, and it is impossible to tell whether it is the pain of the protagonist or the pain of the author himself.

Some readers were so abused that they couldn't stand it and abandoned the article one after another.

Speaking of which...it seems to be this time last year, right?

After that novel ended, it became Summer's most controversial book.Readers who like it strongly recommend it, and readers who don't like it can't read it at all. Even Summer himself marked the copy as "written at a low point, follow the article carefully".

There are two schools of performance, one is the "experiential school" and the other is the "method school", and the "immersive performance" belongs to the experiential school.

At that moment, Tu Bai was thinking that Summer should be an author of "immersive writing".His emotions are completely synchronized with the emotional tone in the story, and one can even judge the state of the author himself at that time from his novels.

Maybe, those who engage in creation are more...Emmmm, special?

Thinking of this, Tu Bai raised his eyes to look at Shen Jianxia who was at the side.

Shen Jianxia changed into her pajamas, sat in front of the desk, leaned back, and leaned lazily against the back of the chair, with her long legs propped up casually.

He held the mobile phone in one hand and looked down at the screen. The line between the jaw and the neck is very beautiful, and the Adam's apple is raised, which looks very sexy.

Who would have thought that such a male vixen is actually a virgin who is not in a relationship?

Are you a virgin?

Must be.

Tubai clicked his tongue, turned his head back, put down his phone, and began to remove his makeup.

Hearing Tubai's "tsk", Shen Jianxia raised her head inexplicably, and glanced at Tubai, completely unaware that her image was ever-changing in the other party's heart, from being an "experienced old driver" to being an "innocent" A virgin in a relationship."

After the gala, there was only one month left before the self-enrollment examination for the Art University.

The special recruits became busy, and they stepped up their training every day, and they didn't even go to the classroom.Tubai and Shen Jianxia were also getting more and more busy, and they could hardly see each other during the day, and only saw each other when they went back to the dormitory to sleep at night.

To be on the safe side, when signing up, Tu Bai took both performance and dance exams at the same time. Now he finally realized Shen Jianxia's daily busy life, and he could only reluctantly cut off the entertainment time of reading novels and drinking CP.

However, what is strange is that Summer, who is open all year round, also asked for leave on Weibo, saying that the next month will be temporarily changed from daily to every other day.

The comment section wailed.

Maybe there is something important in real life that needs to be busy?Tubai thought.

After reading Summer's Weibo, Tu Bai commented on the large account, "Come on, I love you [heart]", then switched to the small account, and went to the Winter Banquet's Weibo.

Sure enough, the Winter Banquet also updated Weibo simultaneously, but there were only three incomprehensible words.

[@冬日宴: It’s been a year. 】

one Year?

Tu Bai suddenly recalled that this time a year ago was the time when Summer and Winter Feast's style of writing changed suddenly.

Sure enough, did something happen to Summer at this time a year ago?

"Starting tomorrow, I won't be able to go back to the store to help." Shen Jianxia took off his rubber gloves, walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, took a handful of cold water with both hands, and washed off the hot sweat on his face. The exam is about to take place, so hurry up and study.”

"Still taking the same exam as last year?" Hearing Shen Jianxia's words, Sister Fei, who was tidying up the stove beside her, stopped what she was doing and turned her head to ask.

"Yeah." After Shen Jianxia washed her face, she tore two pieces of tissue from the paper box next to her and wiped off the water droplets on her face.

"Still taking the exam?" Shen Guangzong, who was sitting at the dining table while eating and watching TV, raised his voice, "Didn't you pass the exam last year? Why haven't you given up yet?"

Shen Jianxia ignored him, crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can.

"What if I don't pass the exam again?" Sister Fei frowned, obviously disapproving of Shen Jianxia's decision, "Since you can be recommended to the Chinese University, why do you have to go to an art university?"

"I don't miss Chinese." Shen Jianxia replied.

"Then what do you miss? Art?" Sister Fei frowned even more.

"Screenwriter." The child didn't know what he was taking the exam for two years, and Shen Jianxia was quite speechless to his parents.

But he doesn't need extra care.

Sister Fei's brows haven't been stretched since Shen Jianxia said that she will take the exam next month.

She was fat, and when she made facial expressions, her facial features were squeezed into a ball by the fat on her face, and she looked very happy: "Jian Xia, it's not that my mother disagrees, but I hope you can understand that our family's economic situation, There is no way to afford you to study art."

"I will apply for a student loan, and I will also work part-time." Shen Jianxia glanced at her, with a very flat tone, "I won't ask you for a penny."

"Why are you talking to your mother like this?" Shen Jianxia spoke very bluntly, and Sister Fei was a little annoyed, "Is that what I mean? Is it a question of money?"

"Isn't it?" Shen Jianxia laughed and asked calmly, "I also took the high school exam by myself. The tuition and miscellaneous fees were all free, and I didn't ask my family for a penny. Even the school's monthly meal allowance, I followed Is it not enough for you to ask to buy fruit from the school store to bring back?"

What Shen Jianxia said was all the truth, Sister Fei was at a loss for words for a moment, but she couldn't find the words to retaliate.

When Shen Jianxia was admitted to Zhicai Middle School, his parents didn't agree with him at first, because the tuition fees were too high, and they didn't want to spend unnecessary money.

Later, the school cherished talents and was really reluctant to give up the seedling of Shen Jianxia. After considering Shen Jianxia's family situation at its discretion, the board of directors decided to grant full fee exemption.

Not only that, he was also given a meal allowance every month, and Shen Jianxia was able to enter Zhicai Middle School to study.

The price of private schools is not low, in order to save money, Shen Jianxia never eats at school.When he went home to help in the evening, he ate at home by the way, and prepared lunch for the next day, and put it in the public refrigerator on the dormitory floor for one night, and then took it out at noon the next day and heated it in the microwave before eating.

Even the cheap bread and milk that I ate every morning couldn't be sold in the store, and it was about to expire. In order not to waste food, Shen Jianxia only used it for breakfast.

As for the school's monthly meal allowance, Shen Jianxia used it to buy fruit and took it home, but most of it went into Shen Guangzong's stomach.

"Mom, look at him! Why don't you just buy some fruit and come back, what's the matter, do you think you are great?" Shen Guangzong next to him took the opportunity to stir up the flames, "Shen Jianxia, ​​your parents raised you so big, shouldn't you listen to them ?"

"A little fruit?" Shen Jianxia turned to look at Shen Guangzong, and smiled disdainfully, "Shen Guangzong, don't you have a conscience? I have been giving money to my family since I was 12 years old. Let alone 12 years old, you still have it when you are 22 years old." Reach out and ask for money at home?"

Shen Jianxia rarely mentioned this matter.But as long as it is mentioned, Shen Guangzong will be speechless.

After all, Shen Jianxia had contributed short stories to juvenile magazines when she was 12 years old.

At that time, Shen Jianxia's pen name was not "Summer Bai", but another name was used, and the writing was not about Tanmei, but ordinary juvenile fantasy themes.

A child's mind is simple, no matter how precocious Shen Jianxia's mind is, the child still has a little vanity.He didn't deliberately hide the publication of the novel from his family and friends. Shen Jianxia's parents were very happy when they found out, and they would show it off to everyone.

Within a few days, everyone in the street knew that the second son of Huanxi Shaolu's family was an incredible genius who had written books and became a writer at a young age.

At that moment the whole street was a sensation.

The manuscript fee was paid directly into the bank card. Shen Jianxia didn't have a bank card, so he asked the editor to deposit the manuscript fee into Sister Fei's card.

But Sister Fei never gave Shen Jianxia the manuscript fee.Every time, she used the same excuse to prevaricate: "What do children do with so much money? Mom will keep it for you, save one piece with the New Year's money, and return it to you when you grow up."

After writing the magazine for a year or two, Shen Jianxia wrote better and better, and also gained some readers.The magazine is striking while the iron is hot, and intends to make a collection of short stories published by several resident authors before and publish them as a series of books.Therefore, Shen Jianxia signed a publishing contract with them.

At that time, Shen Jianxia's parents were overjoyed, and when they saw anyone, they said, "Oh! Our family, Shen Jianxia, ​​is going to publish a book!"

Even the friends who were friends at the time said to Shen Jianxia: "Jianxia, ​​when you become a writer in the future, don't forget us!"

Unexpectedly, Shen Jianxia signed the contract, handed in the manuscript, and received the final manuscript fee. After waiting and waiting, seeing that five or six covers were made, the magazine has not heard from it for a long time.

It turns out that under the impact of the Internet, the publishing industry is declining day by day.Coupled with the poor management of the magazine, the sales dropped sharply, the editors switched jobs one after another, and the personnel changed greatly. The magazine was even worse and unable to publish more books.

But the hateful thing is that in order not to compensate the liquidated damages, they have been deceiving the contracted authors, comforting them that they will definitely publish it, and asking them to wait patiently.

Seeing that Shen Xia was a child again, it was even easier to fool her - why did the child ask so many questions?You don't even understand.

The contract was signed for 18 months, and Shen Jianxia's first class lasted for two years.

Two years ago, Shen Jianxia's parents announced that their second son was going to publish a book, but who would have thought that the baby would be stillborn.

Many inexplicable people still remember this, and come to ask Shen Jianxia every now and then: "Where is your book? Why hasn't it been published yet? Remember to give me a copy after it is published! I am your fan and will always support you !"

Shen Jianxia was embarrassed and annoyed, it was too troublesome to explain, and they couldn't understand.Or rather, they don't want to hear it at all.

out yet?When it comes out, bring it and give me a copy.

not out?Then you are a liar!You lied!

Later, Sister Fei was also annoyed by the question, and said directly: "What kind of book is published, he was deceived by others!"

Shen Jianxia was even more embarrassed.

Until later, Shen Jianxia, ​​who couldn't bear it anymore, asked the magazine to terminate the contract.

For this matter, he had a very unpleasant fight with the editor who was in charge of him at the time.The editor-in-charge reprimanded Shen Jian Xia Yitong as an "elder", accusing him of being young and frivolous, irresponsible, how could he choose to leave the magazine at the most difficult time.

Shen Jianxia didn't refute, but she didn't let go either.He may not want the liquidated damages, but he must settle the contract.

In the end, the editor-in-charge threw down the sentence "Since you insist on terminating the contract, then we will not see you in Jianghu", which blackmailed Shen Jianxia.

The ridiculous thing is that it didn't take long for this righteous editor to quit himself.

The authors in the same batch are already desperate, no longer have the hope of publication, and let the manuscripts that have been written so hard be just abolished.

Only Shen Jianxia took the returned manuscript, found another publishing house, and kept submitting manuscripts.After waiting for another year, this collection was finally given out.

At that time, Sister Fei asked him: "You won't be cheated again, right?"

Shen Jianxia was speechless and helpless.

Both parents are laymen. They obviously don't understand anything, but they don't want to understand. They also like to pretend to understand and point fingers at the side.

The book was published smoothly, and the manuscript fee was paid off, but it went into Sister Fei's pocket—it was only later that Shen Jianxia found out that Sister Fei gave the manuscript fee to Sister Fei, who had just graduated from technical secondary school and insisted on asking for it without telling Shen Jianxia. Shen Guangzong, who went to Beipiao, said that he borrowed it from Shen Jianxia.

Shen Jianxia was very angry, but she couldn't make trouble with her parents because of this little money.

If Sister Fei made it clear to him that the money was lent to Shen Guangzong, Shen Jianxia would definitely lend it.No matter what, Shen Guangzong is his brother, and it is impossible for Shen Jianxia to ignore him.

But Sister Fei didn't ask him at all, and gave the money to the eldest son directly.If it wasn't for Shen Jianxia who wanted to buy a computer to write a manuscript and needed money to ask her about it, she might never have told Shen Jianxia where the money went.

Later, Shen Guangzong couldn't get along in the imperial capital, so he came back in despair, and Shen Jianxia didn't ask him for the money back.

Just honor your parents.

Shen Jianxia started writing magazines at the age of 12, and published her first book at the age of 15. Due to various reasons, she stopped writing novels.

In the same year, he was admitted to Zhicai Middle School.

At the age of 16, Shen Jianxia picked up the pen again and used the pseudonym "Bai De Summer" to write web articles, publish books, become popular and even sell copyrights at sky-high prices.

Only this time, he didn't tell his family a word, keeping his mouth shut.

No one knew that "Bai's Summer" was Shen Jianxia, ​​and no one knew that Shen Jianxia was still writing novels.

The best way to communicate with family members is to choose not to communicate.

However, Shen Jianxia always felt very puzzled.

Why since he was a child, his parents used persecution education for him.

There is no encouragement, no concern, only endless blows.

Shen Jianxia used the breakfast money she had saved to buy extracurricular books, and they would say—"Why do you buy so many books all day long? Why don't you just read them once and throw them away? Waste of money!"

When Shen Jianxia writes novels, they will say - "Oh, amazing, I can write novels now. Do you have money to get it? You still write without money? Waste of time!"

When Shen Jianxia signed the publishing contract, they would say—"How much money did they give you? Where is the money? Did you get it? It's not much money."

When the publisher breached the contract, they said again—"You must have been deceived, right?"

Although Sister Fei claimed that her education method was correct and could help Shen Jianxia avoid arrogance and impetuosity, they said that because they were worried about him. Shen Jianxia should understand the good intentions of his parents.

But Shen Jianxia knew in her heart that this was not the case.

They didn't treat Shen Guangzong like this.

Shen Jianxia is not a fool, nor is he stupid, he is actually more sensitive than anyone else.He can accurately capture even a slight difference in the way parents treat their two sons.

It is because he knows everything, so he pretends not to understand.

However, they are all their children, so why is it different?

Shen Guangzong couldn't think of words to talk back and forth against Shen Jianxia, ​​so he could only rely on his loud voice to yell loudly: "Mom, I said a long time ago not to let him go to any noble school. You see, he went to the next door Zhicai to study for three years. Hanging out with those rich kids, now I even forget my last name!"

"Shut up." Sister Fei turned her head and glared at Shen Guangzong, then turned her head and looked at Shen Jianxia, ​​her tone slowed down, "Jianxia, ​​it's good to have dreams, mom and dad support you, but first, you have to recognize Reality--"

When did "dream" become a derogatory term?

"It's not a dream." Shen Jianxia interrupted her, "It's career planning."

"What is career planning?" Sister Fei frowned, apparently this word was too new for her to digest.

"It's what I chose, the path I will take in the future." Shen Jianxia replied.

At this time last year, Shen Jianxia took part in the self-enrollment examination of the Art University along with the last special enrollment.

The exam is divided into two rounds, the first is the written test and then the interview. Only after passing the written test can you be eligible for an interview.

Shen Jianxia got into the interview by relying on two years of self-study, but unfortunately, in the end, because she didn't have any relevant practical works, she was rejected with a difference of 0.5 points.

But the other seniors and sisters who took the screenwriting exam together entered the industry early on by virtue of their family's unique resources.Some short films that participated in the screenwriting were sent to the Korean Short Film Festival and won the grand prize. Some were accepted as close disciples by well-known domestic screenwriters and wrote scripts with their teachers. There have been several titled TV dramas early on.

The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their special abilities, but Shen Jianxia, ​​who did not have any resources and channels, was at a disadvantage in this competition.

What Sister Fei said is actually not wrong, art is not something ordinary children can learn.

But that doesn't mean it shouldn't be learned.

Shen Jianxia was depressed for a long time because he didn't get the recommendation quota.He took half a month's leave, locked himself in the dormitory for half a month, and didn't even go home.

It is said that pain is the easiest way to inspire inspiration. During that half month, Shen Jianxia was upside down day and night, almost without sleep, holding the computer and writing 20 words in one breath, releasing all the resentment and helplessness in his heart.

Later, the book exploded.

The first film and television copyright that Shen Jianxia sold belonged to this book.

After venting, Shen Jianxia forced himself to cheer up and make a new career plan.

Novels have to be written, and screenwriters also have to take exams.You must do what you want to do, maybe you will fail, but you must not be a dreamer who only dreams.

The family doesn't care what he's doing, they only know that this kid has a higher heart than the sky, and he's not going to let him go, but he wants to get into a dead end, chasing dreams that shouldn't be there.

Chengfengxiang has no dreams, and they do not allow others to have dreams.

People who were born on this street of three religions and nine streams, their grandparents are the bottom, their parents are the bottom, this generation is the bottom, and generations are the bottom.They have been locked here for generations. They were born, grew up, married, had children, and died of old age. They would never step out of this dirty narrow street to take a look at the outside world.

The world in their eyes is always only a long and narrow sky above their heads divided by dilapidated buildings on both sides of the street.Even if this narrow sky is cut to pieces by illegal wires, they firmly believe that this is the complete world.

But Shen Jianxia felt that she was different.

Even knowing that the peers around him who grew up with him were mocking him behind his back as just the second son of a roasted brine seller, the crow still wanted to fly on a branch and become a phoenix, only learning art and not eating, Shen Jianxia never thought of giving up.

He is unwilling and does not want to succumb to mediocrity.

Standing in the bustling crowd, Shen Jianxia heard her own ambition amidst the hustle and bustle of Chengfeng Lane day after day.

The beast in his heart growled, telling him in a hoarse voice, one day, you will go out.

Shen Jianxia knew that no matter what, he still had some things to do.

He has too much ambition and wants to see too much.I want to go to Iceland at the northernmost end of the earth to see a gorgeous aurora, I want to dive into the deep sea of ​​the Maldives to see colorful coral fish, and I want to do more things that I have never done before.

Only the tropical rainforest in the hot summer, the endless Hoh Xil, the cherry blossom rain in Hokkaido, and the rose glass window that no longer exists in Notre Dame de Paris.One day, he wanted to see the splendid world beyond Chengfeng Alley with his own eyes.

Alone is fine.It's better to have someone to accompany you.

You must take a look at this world, so that you can live your life without regrets and die willingly.

"I chose the road myself, and I don't ask you to support me." Shen Jianxia sighed, "However, I have already walked very hard, I just hope you don't add bricks to this road."

"...Then it's up to you." Fat Sister was speechless, she knew that her second son was born stubborn, she wouldn't listen to what he said, and would never look back until he bumped into the south wall, "You decide for yourself."

"My life is of course up to me." Shen Jianxia smiled, "I'm an adult, I'm not a giant baby, I don't need you to feed me food."

"Shen Jianxia, ​​who are you talking about?" Shen Guangzong put down his chopsticks and asked angrily.

"Who do you think I'm talking about." Shen Jianxia took off her apron, hung it on the wall, walked past Shen Guangzong smoothly, opened the door curtain and went upstairs.

Back in the room, Shen saw that Xia La opened the door, and the first thing that came into view was a poster stuck on the wall.

Shen Jianxia sighed, leaned against the door frame, and looked up at the poster.

The teenager on the poster has curved eyebrows, long eyelashes, big eyes, a small and delicate nose, and a small mole on the bridge of his nose. He has a sweet smile.

This poster is new, it hasn't been posted for half a year, but there are some other stickers and posters on the side, some have turned yellow, some have curled up, and they all look old.

Each picture is different, some are still photos, some are life photos, but the teenagers in the pictures are all the same person.

Shen Jianxia stared at the face on the poster that was so familiar, she was in a daze, her chest was heavy.

Everyone thought he was always full of energy and never tired.

In fact, he will be tired, but he never talks about it.

I am used to looking up, because I am attracted by the bright starlight, so I want to chase the star and emit the same light as it.

But when he really moved his mind and tried to walk to that person and stand side by side with him, he realized that it was not as simple as he imagined.

Every step is so difficult.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly.

Shen Jianxia paused for a moment, took out his phone, and looked down, someone had sent him a message.

[Little rabbit is in vain] Little ghost, what time do you go back to the dormitory at night?

[Xiaotujibabai] Can you bring me a midnight snack?

Seeing the content on the chat page and the head portrait of the rabbit Judy, Shen Jianxia took a deep breath, and the depressed mood was swept away, and even the corners of her lips curved slightly unconsciously.

He moved his fingers and quickly typed a line.

[White79_Sum] Immediately.

[White79_Sum] Brother, what do you want to eat?

The author has something to say: It will be uploaded tomorrow (Sunday), and the update will be postponed until after 23:0. Xiao Tubai and Jianxia give me a lot of fun ^[-]^/

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