Genius writer

Zhuang Mo and Ren Mingqing resolved their relationship problems and returned to Beijing for a three-day trip.He secretly arranged for Mu Yisu to come to the studio to take care of Ren Mingqing and diagnose his mental state by the way.Mu Yisu was so intimidated by him that the sky was falling, and he pretended to travel to G City, and found that Ren Mingqing was good, writing seriously, and working hard. He really became more and more curious about Gao Yuan.

Ren Mingqing talked to Mu Yisu about his amnesia. According to Zhuang Mo's account and his fragments, he already suspected that he had a split personality.As a novelist, he was still very imaginative about his illness.

However, due to space constraints, and he was still working, Mu Yisu didn't try hypnosis, but prescribed a little more medicine for him, and stayed by his side to observe his condition.Now everything is based on work, and the two agreed to go back to City B for further diagnosis.

However, as soon as the word split personality came to mind, Ren Mingqing suddenly had an inspiration—look, what a good setting.

When the inspiration comes, even the door can't stop it. He sits in front of the computer, his head is racing, but he still has to write biographies. "What I'm writing is not what I want to write", which made him sit on the ground and split.

He had an idea: I didn't write much in this biography, so I might as well start over and write stories about split personalities!He finds the split personality a little more interesting.

But when he saw the notebook on the desk, he picked it up and flipped through it again.He and Zhuang Mo decided on this plot earlier, he wrote the detailed outline, and after Zhuang Mo passed it, he just had to write according to the detailed outline.If he changed his mind suddenly, would Zhuang Mo be angry?

Ren Mingqing frowned and thought about it for a while, suddenly wondered: Why should I worry about him getting angry?I am the original author, and he is my editor. As long as I write well enough, what if I change the outline?Is obeying him more important than writing high-quality stories?

Ren Mingqing thought about it carefully. The stalk of split personality itself is more interesting than the previous stalk. He already has a rough idea of ​​the story based on it. Not only can he guarantee the standard, but he can also guarantee it to be amazing and explosive.

He saved the word on hand, opened the blank document, and started writing!

This writing took three days.

In the past three days, Ren Mingqing was full of inspiration, relying on Ma Qianyan, Tan Si looked at his typing hands and cried angrily: "Young man, what's the matter with you, please give us retired old people a little care..."

Sitting on the sofa and watching TV, Mu Yisu couldn't help but look sideways at him frequently, and the title of the thesis "Report on the Positive Correlation between Genius and Pathology in Patients with Schizophrenia" popped up in his mind.

Ren Mingqing worked so hard, not only because the inspiration was rushing in his head and he couldn't stop it at all, but he also had the idea of ​​competing with Zhuang Mo for sovereignty.

In his bones, he was in awe of Zhuang Mo.Zhuang Mo has outstanding abilities, a domineering personality, and what he says is what he says. Basically, Zhuang Mo decides on everything in the family, and their way of getting along has always been like this.In other matters, Ren Mingqing can be a hands-off shopkeeper, but when it comes to writing, he is not so willing to accept Zhuang Mo's jurisdiction.

Ever since he entered L4, Zhuang Mo's hands stretched out very long.Not to mention business operations, Zhuang Mo also has absolute control over the article, which violates Ren Mingqing's self-esteem as an author and makes him wonder "who is the creator".

During a manuscript review meeting, Party A actually felt that the most important thing was Zhuang Mo's world view, which made Ren Mingqing very worried--Zhuang Mo is very insightful, but even if Zhuang Mo's bonus is taken away, he will say every word. Is the written work not worth mentioning?

As an author, how could he fail without Zhuang Mo? !

So he re-conceived this short biography to claim his sovereignty over the work with absolute quality.It just so happened that Zhuang Mo went on a business trip for three days at the right time, leaving him enough time to complete the creation.

He was still cowardly, and wanted to have a good talk with Zhuang Mo, but he didn't have any real goods, so he felt a little guilty.

Ren Mingqing was so absorbed in writing that she couldn't even feel that Zhuang Mo had disappeared for a while, because being too immersed in the story destroyed his perception of the flow of time.He plunged headlong into fantasy, except for retaining the most basic physical needs, all his thoughts traveled to another world.

He wrote very happily, and wrote 7 words without any revision.

I read it once after writing it, and it was really well written; after reading it a second time, it was still really well written.

But it's a pity that he didn't count on this matter.

He first showed it to Mu Yisu for judgment.

Mu Yisu fights wits with mental patients every day. He hasn't read a novel for more than ten years. After reading it: Well, novels are so interesting?I ordered a kindle online, and asked Ren Mingqing to copy all his novels into it, and they had to be in txt, not word. He can be called a leader in the world of whoring.

Mu Yisu reacted so strongly that Tan Si, who came down to eat, was also full of curiosity: "Show me! Show me!"

Mu Yisu is quite illiterate in the world of novels, but Ren Mingqing conquered his heart without any sense of accomplishment. Just when Tan Si came, Ren Mingqing seemed to see the Red Army as ordinary people: "Look quickly! Look quickly!"

Tan Si is different from Xuanyuan. Although he thinks he is the most powerful, but online articles are just what he needs. He loves to read silly online articles, and there are also those kind of very low emotional stories. , my wife is a rich and beautiful woman, I eat soft rice every day and suspect my wife is cheating, my wife cried and begged for forgiveness, we had a very high-quality sex life that night."For this kind of story, he can read more than 5000 chapters with relish.

After reading Ren Mingqing's manuscript, Tan Si only said six words: "You are so awesome!"

When it comes to writing, Xuanyuan is narrow-minded, while Tan Sixin is very big. He is truly number one in the world and has overwhelmed other authors for five years. With such absolute confidence, he can make fair judgments on other people's works. evaluate.Ren Mingqing's writing is good, good is good, he will not talk nonsense on this.

Tan Si gave a rainbow fart to Ren Mingqing, and when he went back to look at Li Rang, he picked his nose and eyes: "Why can't you learn from Xiaodu?!"

Li Rang gave him a hard look: "Are you sick?" At such a time, let others lose their aspirations and destroy their prestige? "Press yourself to write it again."

"Didn't I fucking write it?" Tan Si sat down in his seat with a cigarette in his mouth.

The workload is too much, and it is not easy to have a team. Tan Si has worked very hard these two days, and the output has exceeded the past year.Comrade Xiaodu can write [-] characters in three days, and his old brother can at least write his mother's [-] characters in three days!

But as Tan Si was writing, a frustrating thought came to her mind.He turned around and said to Li Rang, "I think Lao Shen may be sincere to Xiaodu."

Li Rang: "Are you sick?!" Otherwise?Are you sincere?A few days ago, someone beat you to the hospital or did I bring you back?

Tan Si collapsed on the chair and lay down.It was the first time he read Comrade Xiaodu's manuscript, and seeing his strength, he was convinced.Then if Comrade Xiaodu is an author of this level, old Shen, he really didn't just pick someone up at random to anger him!

Tan Si was a little sad, did Lao Shen really not want him anymore?

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Several families were happy and some were sad, and received fierce praise from Tan Si. Ren Mingqing realized that he was still talented, but since he wrote the book "Reincarnation" with Zhuang Mo, Zhuang Mo used all kinds of cumbersome methods. Opinions restricted all his free play, and over time, he forgot what it felt like to be free.Otherwise, like Tan Si, he could simply write exquisite works, which is his talent.

He couldn't help but become more suspicious of Zhuang Mo's way.

Ren Mingqing has only one kind of pride, which is the pride of being an original author.He can write poorly, and he can write imperfectly, but he must be "I write my heart by hand".Since he has endless thoughts, why should he be given so many rules?

That night, he printed out the work, with great ambitions.He felt that Zhuang Mo had to admit to this manuscript - he could do it himself.He fell down contentedly, imagining how Zhuang Mo would bow down when he read it tomorrow.

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It was midnight when Zhuang Mo stepped into the house.He didn't have to rush so fast, but Ren Mingqing was in City G, so he missed him.He used to be a bachelor who advocated freedom, but now he wants to fly back to Ren Mingqing whenever he is free.He has a very strong sense of bond and belonging to him.Because Ren Mingqing had already fallen asleep, he hurriedly took a shower, and spent the night on the sofa holding the quilt, swearing that this was his last day to stay here.

Zhuang Mo didn't sleep deeply. When he woke up in the morning and opened his eyes, he saw Ren Mingqing squatting beside him, staring at him intently.

"I love you." Zhuang Mo stretched his waist, admiring his delicate face contentedly.

How could Ren Mingqing hold back: "Don't talk about that, I wrote something." After he finished writing his proud work, he desperately wanted to see Zhuang Mo, see his surprised expression, and listen to his honeyed praise , but Zhuang Mo was sleeping, so he suppressed his excitement and went into the kitchen to make a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

Zhuang Mo originally said he would arrive today, but he appeared on the sofa early in the morning. He must have caught the plane ahead of time.Arriving in the middle of the night, he definitely didn't even have time to eat supper. Ren Mingqing gave him noodles and said, "Eat something first." After eating, he reviewed the manuscript.

Zhuang Mo took the manuscript paper from the coffee table, leaned on the sofa and looked at it: "Take your time eating, it is my duty to give priority to satisfying your desires."

Ren Mingqing brought him a bottle of milk and stuffed it in his mouth, sat beside him, and watched it with him next to his arm.

Ren Mingqing completed it in one go, did not return the manuscript, just finished writing last night, and was still in an unreal state, and her evaluation of herself fluctuated extremely.One moment he felt that he had written the best work ever written, and the next second he felt that it might not be that good, no, no, no, it was not that good, and there were even problems everywhere.So the words and sentences he wrote word by word suddenly became blurred, and Ren Mingqing lost the impression of his own works.He needs to get to know them again from the standpoint of a third party and an outsider.

As soon as Ren Mingqing touched Zhuang Mo, Zhuang Mo stretched out his big hand to massage the back of his neck.The little guy worked in front of the computer for too long, and his neck was too stressed. Zhuang Mo didn't forget to help him relieve his fatigue even though his mind was on the manuscript paper.

As Zhuang Mo turned the page, Ren Mingqing became more at ease when he read it. Every sentence was his favorite, and every character was extremely vivid and three-dimensional. It might be a little strange to say it, but he was really proud and surprised: I actually wrote this.I wrote more decently than I imagined.This completely relaxed his body after three days of exhaustion, and gave him the self-confidence to surpass the crowd.

Half an hour later, Zhuang Mo reached the end.It's not that he didn't read it seriously, but that Ren Mingqing, as a very experienced author, has mastered the writing, rhythm, and content information volume with a high degree of proficiency. Reading his writing is a very refreshing reading experience, without any stagnation.Zhuang Mo quickly finished reading.

"How is it?" Ren Mingqing looked at him expectantly.

That's right, he modified the detailed outline that Zhuang Mo had finalized without authorization. If it was placed before writing, Zhuang Mo would never agree.But he cut first and then played, and produced high-quality works. Even judging by his high standards and strict requirements for himself, there is nothing to criticize. It is the highest quality text since he wrote "Reincarnated Wheel", and he has sufficient self-confidence Zhuang Mo would also like it.

"I think they should all be deleted." Zhuang Mo said mercilessly.

Ren Mingqing looked at him in shock: "What?" He had expected Zhuang Mo to recognize his ability, and then they would talk about the issue of creative sovereignty.He never expected that he would die before leaving the school.

Zhuang Mo said bluntly: "This manuscript should be completely deleted."

"Why?" Ren Mingqing couldn't understand, "I wrote it for three days and..." That's pretty good.

"Yes, it's very good-looking. From the perspective of ordinary readers, this is a very attractive novella. Your writing is impeccable. There is no problem with the plot or the characters. This is even the best you have written in the past six months. The best chapter." Zhuang Mo praised him without hesitation, and comforted Ren Mingqing who was on the verge of going berserk.

"So it's so good, why delete it all?" Ren Mingqing couldn't suppress his depression, stood up, and kept pacing back and forth.

"Because it's different from what we said. You and I have worked hard to figure out the clues, and the outline of this character has been finalized long ago." Zhuang Mo's tone also became tougher. He didn't understand why Ren Mingqing wanted to write about it all of a sudden.

"But this is my novel! I'm the author! You've finalized it, so shouldn't it be changed?" Ren Mingqing worked hard for three days and three nights, dedicating all his talents and hard work, so what about Zhuang Mo's hard work? If he can be compared with him, why should he completely overthrow it if he violated Zhuang Mo's ideas?

Zhuang Mo told him the reason: "When you write a novel, you will write an outline, why? Because a novel is not a short story, it is a high-rise building, it consists of many parts, and they cooperate with each other to finally present a lofty, stable, straight-through The effect of the clouds. They occupy their respective positions and have a certain proportion. If you mess around because you like which part, the building will collapse. Your single character biography explodes to [-] words, open a new map, add new settings, and release How will the branch line of the brain hole be rounded up in the end? There is no room for negotiation, and it must be deleted."

Ren Mingqing is easy to talk about other things, but when it comes to creation, he vowed to die. Zhuang Mo's statement is not sufficient: "Writing has a much higher degree of freedom than building a building. Buildings will collapse if they do not follow the laws of physics, but creation has There’s a lot of room for negotiation. Now I’m not writing a novel at all, and the biographies of the characters are divided, and we even deliberately keep lines so that we can open new maps in the future, so how could it ruin the whole story?”

Zhuang Mo sighed.

Ren Mingqing pleaded softly again: "You said at the beginning that my child is your child, and now you are going to strangle the child to death. Is this how you are a father?" He wanted to win in his heart. There is nothing left, he just feels wronged for him, for his own story.

Tan Si, who was listening to their quarrel at the dining table, spit out a mouthful of porridge. In order not to revise the manuscript, Comrade Xiaodu really could give out all kinds of weird reasons!

Zhuang Mo was silent for a while, and said, "That's right."

Tan Si fanned the flames: "Old Shen, this is too much. If you kill your wife and son, call the police!"

Zhuang Mo ignored him, stared at Ren Mingqing and said, "Do you know why I must do this?"

"Why?" Ren Mingqing asked.

Zhuang Mo looked at him frankly: "For money."

Ren Mingqing was caught off guard.

"If you are creating freely, I won't stop you, but today you are writing a commercial draft. "Reincarnation" alone costs 2000 million, and the biographies we have decided now are related to later IP development. Yours Personal remuneration is about sharing. "Glory of Heroes" has a monthly turnover of 40 billion, and even if you take 0.001% of the share, it is a huge outrageous figure. L4 paid you to write it."

Ren Mingqing never thought about this.

"Our manuscript starts from writing the first word... No, when the first version of the outline is finalized, the structure, tonality, style, and material have all been determined and cannot be changed—because we have to match the game .This hero has a split personality, how does it behave in the game? The ultimate transformation? He doesn’t have this gameplay at all, you imposed it on him, how did the production team use your text?”

Ren Mingqing suddenly came to his senses: "Then you changed the protagonist to Gao Jianli, not to increase the sense of history, but you have already decided to sell it to "Glory of Heroes"?"

Zhuang Mo said calmly, "That's right."

Ren Mingqing was too confused.He has been with Zhuang Mo for so long, and he has always believed that Zhuang Mo will help him write better articles, but now he realizes that Zhuang Mo's position is not for better articles, but for money.Zhuang Mo was able to kill such an excellent novella for money today, but fortunately he found out, so before he knew it, how much did Zhuang Mo do something in the novel under the guise of doing his best?

Ren Mingqing rushed into the garden, wanting to be alone.

Tan Si didn't understand why Zhuang Mo and Ren Mingqing had a quarrel about revising and revising their essays so late, and he didn't even understand that they had differences on the original intention of writing essays to make money.

"Back then we were desperately earning money." He looked at Ren Mingqing's back with emotion.

In order to make people continue to buy books, he can pull out any plot.

"That's you, not me." Zhuang Mo said.

"Night Sailboat" is a money-making work, he never gave it to him, and Tan Si quarreled with him a lot about it.

As an editor, Zhuang Mo will help the writers straighten out the chaos when they are too commercial; and he will work hard to deal with the writers when they are too pure, so as not to let them starve to death.

It's just that both hate him.

Zhuang Mo put Ren Mingqing's manuscript paper on the table cherishingly: "Compared to him, I really... have a very heart."

As soon as Ren Mingqing went out, he met Li Rang.Li Rang smoked under the willow tree and treated him coldly.

Ren Mingqing froze for a moment, he didn't expect that there would be other people here.

Probably because his body language was too embarrassing, Li Rang took the initiative to talk to him: "Just now you and your editor were arguing in the room."

"Sorry, did I disturb you?"

Li Rang didn't answer, and Gu Zi smoked in his trouser pocket. He thought this question was stupid.The two of them were arguing endlessly downstairs, so he could only go outside to relax after eating.Tan Si was about to overthrow everything and start over with a single mouthful. He was under a lot of pressure.

"You have 7 words deleted?" Li Rang gloated a little when he said this.He had just been deleted completely, and he never thought that this "big god" would have such a time.

Ren Mingqing had never chatted with Li Rang, and Li Rang exuded strong hostility towards him.But since he asked, he answered truthfully: "It doesn't meet Party A's needs."

Li Rang sneered: "Buried in the editor's arms and cried for this kind of thing?"

Even though Ren Mingqing knew that he was hostile to him, such a sharp question was beyond his expectation, and he looked at Li Rang in surprise.

Li Rang looked at the sky and smoked a cigarette calmly: "How much did L4 pay you? 1000 million or 2000 million? They even gave you your name. You will appear on the homepage of "Glory of Heroes", and everyone will know about you... …take people’s money and do things for others, not to mention what they give is far beyond money. You still put your own creative desires above Party A’s actual needs, ha ha. God gave you so much, so much Fortunately, I turned you into a little prince who doesn't know the sufferings of the world."

"Creation should be free." Ren Mingqing has no intention of arguing with him whether he is a little prince who does not know the sufferings of the world.He can restrain his aura for the sake of commercialization, but that doesn't mean he thinks it's right.The best works can only be created by letting go of your hands and feet. I write my heart by hand, and this should be the meaning of the author's existence.

"Free creation is like drawing on a piece of white paper. Commercial creation is like drawing on a piece of paper that has been daubed a few times. Here is a tree and there is a flower. Because of this There are already trees and flowers on the piece of paper, so I said, I can’t draw beautiful pictures on it, this is just making excuses for my incompetence.” After Li Rang finished speaking, he threw the cigarette holder on the ground and picked it up with the sole of his shoe , then left with a gloomy face.

Ren Mingqing didn't know why Li Rang said these words to him, but he didn't feel offended, instead he felt a sense of enlightenment, followed him, and walked into the studio slowly.

Zhuang Mo was revising the manuscript that he had killed in front of the computer.He erased everything related to "Glory of Heroes" and "Reincarnation", gave them a new name, and pushed them to the right people as independent short stories.Ren Mingqing may not be rare, but this is his job.

Seeing Zhuang Mo's serious work, Ren Mingqing felt more and more shaken in his heart.Zhuang Mo's dark circles were heavy, obviously he didn't sleep well.He quickly withdrew his gaze, afraid that if he looked at it again, he would abandon the original intention and principle of creation, and follow Zhuang Mo as if he didn't know anything.He wants to make sure of one thing now.

Ren Mingqing stepped aside and printed out all his manuscripts since "Reincarnation".Then sit on the couch, forget about everything, and start over.

It took him a day, as an ordinary reader, to read his own works in half a year.

When the sun was setting outside the window, he turned the last page.

He realized that no matter what Zhuang Mo's intention was to change his article, Zhuang Mo had fulfilled his duty as an editor: to help himself to make the article better.

He cherishes today's 7 words, and feels that this is a work of inspiration. Before belittling himself, the writing was very stagnant and not smooth. In fact, the final presentation of the two is similar.

He also didn't feel that what Zhuang Mo asked him to change, lowering the average level, was at most just a little more difficult.As Li Rang said, business drafts are more difficult, so can’t they be written well?able to write.

Zhuang Mo had already achieved a perfect balance between the market and personal talent for him when he knew nothing about it.

He moved to Zhuang Mo's side: "You're not just for money, are you?"

Zhuang Mo sat on the chair with his legs crossed, and said calmly, "I'm just doing it for money." After saying that, he pointed the monitor at Ren Mingqing and let him see it for himself.

The left screen is a word document, and he changed the background of his manuscript; the right screen is WeChat, and he pushed this manuscript with 4 buyers, and the highest bid is currently at 84.

Ren Mingqing shook his head: "You...you are not."

After reviewing his article calmly, he was convinced that Zhuang Mo was not this kind of person.

If he wants to make money, doesn't Zhuang Mo have any other choice?He can go back to be his president, or choose another author—not to mention, Tan Si is here, waiting for Zhuang Mo to get back together every day, but Zhuang Mo didn't do that. For the quality of his works, Zhuang Mo would rather I have to stay here when I make a video call, write a review paragraph, encourage him, accompany him, and ask pertinent questions; he can only write, and Zhuang Mo will go outside instead of him, swaying and swaying, paving the way for him wholeheartedly.

He is so smart, why bother working so hard if it's just for money.

Ren Mingqing felt that Zhuang Mo's reaction could only be anger.

He hugged Zhuang Mo's waist: "I'm sorry!"

Zhuang Mo said indifferently: "Why do you apologize? I really do it for money and fame."

Ren Mingqing was a little unsure if he was talking angry or not.

"You are a literati, you can be noble, I like it very much, and I admire your nobleness. But I am an editor, and my duty is to sell your books. You can live in poverty, but I can't. You are nameless and profitless, that is I'm incompetent." Zhuang Mo said calmly, "It's just fame and fortune, and I have to go to the market to earn it. And since there is a market, I have gone against my will. I am the one who wants to apologize, and I made you write a story against your will."

Zhuang Mo was not angry, he felt sorry for Ren Mingqing.

Since the beginning of "Reincarnation", he has strongly intervened, because there are many requests from Party A beyond the text.Ren Mingqing didn't understand, and he didn't want Ren Mingqing to understand, because Ren Mingqing didn't have that much energy, and he couldn't handle texts and wanted to engage in the market, so why should he be an editor?Moreover, this kind of thing is very philistine, and once people become vulgar, they cannot be saved.It is enough if there is one vulgarity among two people.

So Zhuang Mo coaxed Ren Mingqing to write, where he pointed, Ren Mingqing hit.

Writing an article is extremely hard work. Ren Mingqing has been following his pace during this time. Whether it is the previous novel or the current case, he needs to hold back his aura and do the work of an architect.

Although Ren Mingqing writes every day, his inner desire for creation has not been fully satisfied.The commercial requirements and the desire to create freely diverged, and he betrayed himself.He worked so hard to write 7 words, and felt that he played very well, but he couldn't use a single word. His loss can be imagined.

"It's just that I let you chase fame and fortune, and I have a bit of an unreasonable thought. I am an editor, not an author. Without your talent, I am destined to not be able to write any beautiful articles in this life. I can only borrow your hand , to bring excellent works to this world. Song Zhiwen once said that since ancient times, all are dead, and immortal literature. But the silent literature at that moment is difficult to survive in this era. You are popular, you are famous , maybe my unreasonable idea can come true." Zhuang Mo paused, and said slowly, "So, Duta Mountain is the most brilliant work of my life."

Ren Mingqing froze in place, speechless. Zhuang Mo had never said these words to him.

Zhuang Mo fondled his head: "I'm making things difficult for you."

Ren Mingqing was simple-minded and had no desires, so he took advantage of Ren Mingqing.Whether he realizes his career value or life value, he relies on Ren Mingqing's pen.However, what he wanted was not what Ren Mingqing wanted.So Zhuang Mo has always protected him very well, hoping that when he comes and goes, he will be as clean as when we first met.

Ren Mingqing shook his head, held his warm hand, and put it on his cheek: "I am Duta Mountain. I want to climb to the top with you."

He realized that it was pointless for him to struggle with commercial writing or freelance writing.It is him, Zhuang Mo, and everyone's common pursuit to create vivid, interesting and beautiful works.

He tries to do his best every time, and his heart is turbulent at the end of each article.The money is given by others, but the story is his own.

"Writing is fun." He recalled the most fundamental original intention.

As long as he is still writing, let Zhuang Mo think about other things, let Zhuang Mo make decisions, and finally get worldly money, fame and fortune, isn't he serious about creating?

He is a hundred times more serious than writing casually by himself!

Ren Mingqing leaned in front of the computer: "Who are you going to sell this time, and what do I need to repair?"

Zhuang Mo was stunned for a while, looking at his profile as if he had never seen him before.

He didn't expect Ren Mingqing to understand, nor did he think that Ren Mingqing would be willing to go with him.

Zhuang Mo was ecstatic, but quickly calmed down again: "You don't have to do these things for me."

"It's not for you." Ren Mingqing said, "I'm Duta Mountain."

He didn't have the slightest sense of belonging to the pseudonym "Duta Mountain" before, but now he wants to be Duta Mountain, the one who climbed to the top with Zhuang Mo.

Zhuang Mo was so happy that tears welled up in his eyes. He thought maybe no editor was as lucky as him.He took some time to sort out his emotions, and then adjusted the word document: "It's just... a modern background."

Tan Si was so touched that he was about to cry. Why did Lao Shen and Xiaodu quarrel because of the change of the text, and they still quarreled so much that they confessed to each other? What kind of touching love story is this?

Ren Mingqing: "It's fine if you changed the background, why did you change Eyan to be a writer? She is a painter."

Zhuang Mo: "You don't know anything about the industry of painters. You write blindly and are not professional at all. If you change it to a writer, these plots are also valid. Of course, it is even more difficult for a writer to show cowardice."

Ren Mingqing: "But there is a big problem with the design of the ending. The painting is figurative, but the text is not. How can the text reflect this huge picture?"

Zhuang Mo: "Why can't it reflect the formation of words? Isn't the concept of formation of words very cool?"

Ren Mingqing: "That's a very common technique, it's meaningless at all!" He grabbed the mouse and wanted to change it back.

Zhuang Mo: "You just listen to my changes, don't make up your own mind, as soon as you write about painting smoke, it doesn't match the overall style, it's very dramatic."

Ren Mingqing: "You are! You have completely changed the logic of my plot!"

The two turned each other for Xiuwen in an instant, and their eyes met fiercely in the air——

Ren Mingqing: Mr. Zhuang, you asked me to change the text, you are a stinky shit!

Zhuang Mo: If I tell you to change the text, if you don't change it, you're just... a cute, lovable stinky shit!Although cute and cute, it still smells like shit!

Tan Si: "..."

He threw his coat over his shoulders and went upstairs humming a little tune: Sure enough, until the end of the world and the end of time, the editor and the author will still be sworn enemies!There is no editor and author in this world who can not be torn apart in the tug-of-war of text revision!Neither can Lao Shen and Xiao Du!

Because of the tearing all day long, Ren Mingqing's output is 0.

However, Zhuang Mo helped him earn 90 yuan, and it was not without gain: "Change into clothes and go out to socialize."

Although Ren Mingqing agreed to board Zhuang Mo's thief boat, he didn't like to socialize: "I won't go, just go by yourself." He also added, "I promise not to be jealous."

Mr. Zhuang is nothing!Whoever is jealous is a puppy!

Zhuang Mo flicked his forehead: "I must go today."

"Is it important?"

"Yes."

"Where are you going?" Ren Mingqing was pushed upstairs by Zhuang Mo, and asked Zhuang Mo while changing his suit.

Zhuang Mo fiddled with his hair: "You'll know when you go."

When the two went out together, Tan Siyi ran up and jumped into their car: "Come on, let's go—hey, the big girl with yellow flowers is going too?" He gave Ren Mingqing a lot of nicknames, and this one was just to tease him about the door If you don't leave the door, you won't take another step. "But yes, such a star-studded dinner party."

There was a drama awards ceremony in City G that night, and they were all invited.

When he arrived at the place, Zhuang Mo suddenly took out the ring from his pocket and put it on Ren Mingqing's ring finger.On his ring finger is also shining bright diamond ring.

"Hi!" Ren Mingqing exclaimed.

Zhuang Mo solemnly took his hand and walked into the social arena.Ren Mingqing blushed with embarrassment, but Zhuang Mo's hands were too strong, his mind was strong, and he seemed to drag him away if he didn't leave. In the next 15 minutes, Ren Mingqing was forced to meet many people.Because the presence of their tightly holding hands and shining rings is so strong, others will inevitably bring the topic to them.

"Yes." Zhuang Mo said how long this has been going on, why don't you know, "Old husband and wife."

Half an hour later, the news that Shen Congxin and Du Tashan were actually a couple spread to the whole circle.Tan Si belatedly said "Fuck", these two are actually a couple? !No wonder!No wonder the person surnamed Shen got married so soon, and his marriage partner is Xiaodu!

Tan Si notified Li Rang immediately: Oh my God, Lao Shen is actually gay!

Tan Si: He is gay and he hasn't taken a fancy to me for so many years

Tan Si: He really doesn't love me anymore! ! ! !

Li Rang: Don't come back today.

Gay in the gay gas, see beat to death.

Tan Si notified Xu Wei again.

Xu Wei: Take snapshots for archives, take photos of them holding hands and intimate photos.

Xu Wei always planned ahead, but Zhuang Mo was smarter than him, and left the scene early after traveling around.It seems that they just came to the venue to come out of the closet, and they ran away as soon as they were done.

Back in the car, Ren Mingqing still didn't have any sense of reality. He didn't have the slightest preparation, and looked at Zhuang Mo inexplicably.

Zhuang Mo hadn't let go of his hand yet, his breath was a little messy, and seeing his bewildered face, he couldn't help laughing: "Are you happy?"

Ren Mingqing blushed.He didn't know why Zhuang Mo did this.

"In the future, when I go out to socialize, if there is any romance, I will also have an excuse: I am married, my wife is from Duta Mountain, I rely on my wife for food, and I will not engage in those who have nothing - can you feel at ease?" Zhuang Mo Taking his hand and kissing it narrowly, Ren Mingqing felt that he was scalded by the heat in Zhuang Mo's eyes.

In fact, Zhuang Mo didn't know how far Ren Mingqing could go with him.

Today he found out, he has the good fortune to climb to the summit with Ren Mingqing, and then enter the grave together.

"I love you."

"That painted smoke..."

"It must be changed."

"..."

Ren Mingqing: My husband is a bad guy!