Genius writer

Lin Xiaoyao forcibly confiscated the mobile phones of Tan Si and Li Rang, and asked the technician to go upstairs to check their computers, and the ghostwriting incident came to light.Tan Si and Li Rang sat side by side on the sofa, as if they were caught criminals, one was remorseful and the other was distracted.Zhuang Mo sat across from them, drinking tea elegantly.And Ren Mingqing just learned that he was actually fighting with a team, and kept scratching his head, not knowing how to comment.

When Lin Xiaoyao collected enough evidence and went downstairs, he raised his mobile phone: "I will report this matter truthfully. We will wait for the news on how the higher-ups will handle it then."

"What are you doing!" Tan Si jumped up and stopped in front of her, "Sister Lin, although he is a ghostwriter, the plot ideas are all mine!"

"Then why don't you write it yourself?"

Tan Si hastily held his right wrist with his left hand: "My hand has fasciitis! I can't write anymore! Just like the landlord in the Republic of China who smoked a big cigarette and lay on the recliner every day, dictated the plot, and asked people to record it. Can you say that "The Legend of the Swordsman in Shushan" was not written by him?"

"Dictation? Your dictation team is quite large!" Lin Xiaoyao found a collection of more than 20 authors' files from Li Rang's well-organized computer.

"This is all for the icing on the cake..." Seeing that this reason could not convince Lin Xiaoyao, Tan Si found another excuse, "Sister Lin, you don't know, which of the current great authors still writes by themselves? Not all of them Are you looking for a gunman behind your back? My brothers, do you think they are still changing [-] a day? They are all based on the outline of the world, write a few key plots, and the rest are all done by the gunmen. If you don’t believe me, take a closer look. Well, they wrote it themselves. The general environment is like this, and I just follow the rules, who told you to set such a tight schedule?"

Lin Xiaoyao rolled his eyes: "Is this still our fault?"

"Of course you don't say that." Tan Si said haha, "but you have to know the purpose of inviting me here. You want a good manuscript, and you also need my fame to add to the game. If you meet these two conditions, you can It’s ok! Does it matter if this manuscript is all handwritten by me? Whoever will become the chief world architect after me and my Dutashan brother, don’t they all ask the team to be named, otherwise who can make such a big deal project? I’m bringing the team in now to get used to work more quickly!” When he said this, he couldn’t help pointing at Zhuang Mo and swearing, “Don’t give Xiaodu a team after you have the ability! He changed the script, changed the script and wrote the copywriting himself!"

Zhuang Mo said coolly: "The future is the future, and now is the present. What's more, I will add the names of all the people in our team who participate in the creation. Can it be the same as yours?"

Lin Xiaoyao said: "I don't care what your reasons are, what difficulties you have, and I don't care how many people in your circle are looking for ghostwriters, at least our draft competition this time clearly stated that you are required to create your own creations! Tan Master Si, Teacher Dutashan wrote every word and sentence by himself."

Tan Si was looked at with such contempt by the former fans, and sat back on the sofa just to make fun of herself.

Lin Xiaoyao walked to the door, turned his head and took a deep look at Li Rang, who was absent-minded, his calm and self-sufficient eyes were red, and there were even tears in his eyes: "Master Li Rang, I am very disappointed in you." After speaking, he left.

The more Tan Si thought about it, the more angry he got, he stood up and paced back and forth, and suddenly knocked Li Rang's manuscript away: "Look at what you did, what did I think at the beginning, I thought you could write Xiaodu."

Li Rang couldn't stand the anger, so he got up and went upstairs.

"You still blame others?" Zhuang Mo taught.

"Are you still scolding me?" Tan Si was thinking about Zhuang Mo, Zhuang Mo was caught off guard by stabbing a knife in the back, Tan Si was angry and sad, Zhuang Mo really did it.

Li Rang frustratingly packed his things upstairs, and came down with the box after a while.

"It's so late, where are you going?" Ren Mingqing asked worriedly.

"Let's go, let's go, why don't you wait for someone to catch up?!" Tan Si was in a bad mood.

Li Rang pushed open the door and rushed out.Although he is a gunner, he is not without self-respect.

"Chase." Zhuang Mo kicked Tan Si.

Tan Si copied her hands and sat down vigorously to the side: I am not going!

-

Although it is early spring, it is still cold.A thin layer of fine snow floated in the sky, and a thin layer was deposited on the ground in the blink of an eye.Li Rang was waiting for a taxi on the side of the road against the wind, thinking of the day when he was kicked out by Sihai many years ago, it was the same bad weather.At that time, he was also in such a state of distress, but he didn't know where he was going.

He is an author who became a monk on the way. After writing Tan Si's fan art in the post bar, he was a great success, so he couldn't help but feel elated.At that time, when online literature was in the ascendant, he felt that he had a lot to do, so he poured into the great tide of online literature.By chance, he joined Sihai's group of writers, and Sihai often taught novel writing in it.However, when he wanted to write and write for a living, he realized that things were not that simple.He soon discovered that it was impossible for him to work and create at the same time. He resigned from his comfortable and stable accounting position, quarreled with his family, and went northward with all his belongings on his back.

Li Rang always dreamed of that train afterwards.He couldn't figure out how he, who had a strict personality, was able to recklessly board that train back then.

Not long after, he and Si Hai had creative differences and broke up.This made him unable to stand on his own, so he was thrown into the cruel field of Shura.There are as many writers on the Internet as crucian carp crossing the river. After several years of development, the runway of online literature has already narrowed. The top writers have established their godhood. No one cares about writers.Are you going back to be an accountant?Still continue to write?

Li Rang, who has always had a decisive personality, hesitated abnormally, unable to make a decision for a long time.

He is dawdling, but the days don't dawdle, this city is lashing him to worry about today's livelihood every day when he opens his eyes, or he will just get lost.Li Rang has to support himself.He started to accept manuscripts of 15 yuan per thousand words to make ends meet, and then short stories, impulsive essays, scripts, outlines, game plans... whatever he had money to accept, he accepted everything.

He received business drafts more and more smoothly, but his own development was extremely difficult.

In the early years, in order to eat, I ignored my free creation, and serialized my own novels on the Internet intermittently, and I couldn't beat the street.

Later, he met a black heart company, tied up his ID card contract, and his well-written book was cut in half because of disputes. He could no longer show his face under his real name, so he could only hide his name everywhere as a gunman.

At this time, he was no longer what he used to be, and he quickly wore a new vest that was flourishing. Today, he is also a well-known platinum master in the red dot, but this has nothing to do with himself.He is not a god, he is just a man without a name.When he couldn't stand the routines of the assembly line all day long and wanted to imprint his own style on the works, he was kicked away without mercy.

Getting to Tan Si's side was just repeating the same fate.

It seems that God made a little joke with him: he can write everything that can be exchanged for money, but he doesn't even have a work that can make his name shine.

"Just because you can write Xiaodu..."

"You're not a genius..."

Cruel words rang in his ears.

He wondered if the unfavorable fate was a kind of warning from God to him, a warning to him for making wrong choices one after another back then.Could it be that when An An was eager to become an accountant, he would not live in such pain and depression, and no matter how hard he tried, there would be no results.

After all, he is not a genius, talking about dreams.

-

The door behind him opened and closed, and there was the sound of light and heavy footsteps.

"Your manuscript." Ren Mingqing just picked up the manuscript that was overturned by Tan Si in the living room, worried that Li Rang forgot to bring it.

Li Rang took it and said thank you.After thinking about it, I said sorry again.

"I'm also at fault." Ren Mingqing believed that Li Rang didn't do it on purpose, and they lacked a little communication at that time.He took out the commercial manuscript and taught others casually. It was wrong first, and Li Rang practiced it and changed it to commercial use. If he had clearly told him that it was not commercial, he would definitely not submit it.In the end, Li Rang withdrew the manuscript because he had a guilty conscience, and he couldn't say loudly like himself that I created independently.It is also fortunate that Li Rang is guilty, otherwise, he might have to spend some effort to prove that he is the original.

Li Rang didn't have anything to say to Ren Mingqing, and nodded coldly, meaning there was no need to send it away.

He has a very strong self-esteem, but he has always been depressed, and he has become eccentric in the long-term frustration. He is hostile to Du Tashan, and feels that Du Tashan is not worthy of the status it has today.He has always wanted to compete with Du Tashan and prove that he is much better than this "lucky author".However, now that he has learned that Du Ta Shan is the heir of the Four Seas, he can easily reach a height that he cannot reach, and he is full of frustration.

Sure enough, there are geniuses in this world, making all your efforts look like a joke.

Li Rang walked forward alone with his back bent.

The road was slippery in the snow, and Li Rang was wearing leather shoes and holding a heavy object. He accidentally slipped and fell.Ren Mingqing grabbed his arm in time, but the manuscripts in his arms were all scattered, falling to the ground and covered with snow, and the ink quickly smeared.

Li Rang panicked, knelt on the ground and frantically picked up the manuscript paper.But the wind picked up, and the manuscript paper was blown away.A car drove by, ran over the manuscript paper, and the manuscript paper was a piece of paste with tire marks on it.Li Rang knelt on the ground, feeling really cold.

Ren Mingqing walked down the sidewalk to help him pick it up, and Li Rang grabbed his arm.He turned around and saw Li Rang's face wrinkled into a ball.

"No need to pick it up, it's all garbage." Li Rang said tremblingly.

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have finally broken through a layer of shackles, and wept silently and distortedly.

He had never dared to say this sentence before, and he didn't even dare to think about it, but in fact, he had already vaguely known it in his heart.When he hesitantly stepped on the train going north, when he was judged by the world as "you are not a genius", when he accepted the impulsive essay of 15 yuan for a thousand words in order to make a living, when he no matter what When you can't leave your name.

The more middle-aged he is, the more he feels the silent resistance of fate, and tries to fight against it—no, I don't believe in fate.

All his self-esteem and conceit stemmed from this breath held in his heart: he wanted to prove that he was talented.If he didn't even have this breath, he might not have the courage to write again.

At this time, Li Rang had nothing to lose anymore, facing Du Tashan standing in front of him, he no longer concealed his inner jealousy and envy.He felt that he had been ruthlessly teased by fate.Du Tashan has everything he dreamed of at a young age.And he was 32 years old, nothing, nothing, failed, small, unworthy.

"Who said it was garbage?" Ren Mingqing helped him collect all the manuscript paper, sat down beside Li Rang with difficulty, and carefully patted off the snow with his blood-veined hands. "Is it because the characters are not three-dimensional?"

Li Rang was silent, feeling that no one in this world understood him.

"A person who embarks on the road of creation and wants to create the perfect work in his mind is a person with dreams.

"For his dream, he worked diligently, worked hard day and night, and never wasted his time. He is a hardworking person.

"He became a gunman for food and clothing. His name is not in the story. He is still conscientious and hardworking. He also taught the younger generation that a capable painter is a painter who can draw charm on a well-defined drawing paper. He is worthy of his works. people.

"He realized that he had shortcomings, asked others for advice, and revised the draft all night for this. He is a very humble person.

"When he realized that he had used someone else's manuscript to participate in the pitch, he immediately reined in the precipice and retracted his best work to date, and he was a very honest person.

"He is now in a bit of confusion, that is, he has never achieved his youthful dream, he has not created the outstanding works in his mind, nor has he achieved success in the worldly sense, money, fame and fortune, he has nothing. The people around him Most people are married and have children, and his parents are getting old. He realizes that he may not be able to live an ordinary life because of chasing dreams. He will panic a little... This panic will not affect his charm , There are many valuable qualities in him that will not be lost because of panic. You see, this is how the character is created."

Li Rang was stunned from the moment he started speaking, from crying silently to choking in uncontrollable pain.Du Tashan was trying to comfort him, but he seemed to see his life flashing before his eyes. He had a happy childhood and a free and undisciplined youth, but from a certain point of time, he became a creative, Create, create, create.He is like a desperate gambler, sinking deeper and deeper into the deep pit called "creation", constantly investing time and energy in it, and finally failed miserably.

"Yes, he once had a colorful life, but since he started chasing dreams, his world has become gray, and he can't go on after all. If he still doesn't understand 'one way to go' To black', he is just too stupid," he said.

Ren Mingqing remained silent, even if he had a lot to say, he could not interfere with Li Rang's choice.

Li Rang took his silence as a default, lowered his face, and laughed at himself: "If I had stopped when Si Hai told me 'you have no talent' back then, I would not have ended up where I am today."

Ren Mingqing was shocked: "What?"

"I also know that I am a writer without talent..."

"Wait a minute, Sihai told you back then that you didn't have talent?"

Li Rang smiled bitterly.

When he first started, in order to convince himself that this decision was right, he acted very strong.He worked hard and was pretentious, like he is now.At that time, he made the mistake of many newcomer writers. He didn't have much money in his stomach, so he couldn't wait to be recognized and succeed.He studies the wind direction on the Internet platform every day, what kind of subject matter and what kind of routines readers like to read, and when he knows a little about it, he works behind closed doors and makes up random things.

Si Hai kept telling him: "Don't worry, take your time."

He thought, how can I not be in a hurry?All over the world is famous, Xuan Yuandu has already taken the top spot, Tan Si became a household name in one hit, and the red dot platinum is earning millions in a month!

And he, he is older than Si Hai.

Zhang Ailing said: Be famous as early as possible.

He started late, if he doesn't hurry up, when will people know his name?

So he nestled in Sihai's small house, writing every day, every day, waiting for Sihai to praise him every day: "It's okay, you can write well, and then he can thank his teacher and come out of the mountain, waiting for his spring breeze to be proud."

Four Seas never let go.Four Seas finds new problems for his articles every day.Four Seas also asked him to write slowly first, just keep the 3000 hand feeling every day, and read more, disassemble more, and accumulate more in the rest of the time.He was impatient, and angrily felt that the world was perfunctory to him.Si Hai sensed the gap between the two from just a few words.He himself is not resident in City B, but works as a teacher in other provinces. For this reason, he hurried back from other places and brought Li Rang three blank cowhide books.

"I know you didn't do anything about what I said." Sihai is a very easy-going person. Li Rang is always disobedient, and he doesn't blame him. He silently prepares all the notebooks for him and gives them to him like teaching a child. He assigns homework. "I'll be in City B for these three days. You dismantled the recently popular "Alien Time". The plot points, character design, and words are the minimum."

Li Rang did not follow suit.It takes time and effort to disassemble the drama, and it is not enough to watch it once.If you want to learn writing experience, wouldn’t it be enough to read writing tutorials such as "Story", which is more complete.He has already registered the Red Dot Writer Account, and in the process of depositing manuscripts, he plans to open a hole immediately to make money to subsidize his family.He doesn't want to write to the world every day like this anymore. The articles he writes should be very valuable and worthy of readers' crazy for him.

The next day, Si Hai didn't come back, Li Rang didn't care.Apart from talking about writing, he and Sihai are the most familiar strangers the rest of the time.He plunges headlong into his creation, indifferent to other people and events, lest they waste his time, which is running out after all.He is very old, how much time is left waiting for him to become famous?

On the evening of the third day, Si Hai finally came back.He looked very bad, his face was sallow, and his expression was not as calm as usual.In his desperate despair, he found a little solace in the presence of someone else in the room.

He said to Li Rang: "There is something I want to talk to you about..."

Li Rang interrupted him: "I wrote something good, please read it for me." He hurriedly took out the manuscript.

The world is very lost.But he was well educated, and sat patiently at the desk.

Li Rang's text broke his good upbringing.The more he looked down, the angrier he became, and he even asked angrily, "Did you do the homework I assigned you?" Li Rang didn't even grasp the most basic narrative logic.

Li Rang quickly said: "No. Don't worry about that. The main reason is that I want to open a hole now. Last time you said no, this time I changed to a more interesting setting..." Li Rang also admitted that his writing is still not good enough. Sentimental, so he tried every means to get hot topics, so as to avoid his own shortcomings.

"There is no shortcut." When Li Rang was telling his story incessantly, Si Hai suddenly lost track of the beginning and end. "Everyone who wants to find a shortcut will eventually find that one step at a time is the shortest shortcut."

Li Rang was stunned.

"You can't wait to publish the article, fantasizing about becoming a god, how is this possible? Look, read a lot, learn, comprehend, and practice pen writing in a targeted manner. This is what you should do most. You are not a genius..."

When Si Hai said this, he hurriedly shut up, but Li Rang's expression had changed.

He felt that of course he was talented, otherwise he wouldn't have shined in so many fanfictions of "The Paradise".For this reason, he put all his eggs in one basket, gave up his family business and went north, and spent two months writing hard in Si Hai's small room, but in the end, Si Hai actually belittled him so much?All of a sudden, the anxiety of not being rewarded for giving, and the lack of self-confidence deep in his heart made him fight back in self-defense: "Are only you young and famous writers geniuses?"

He pushed the door out in a rage, leaving Si Hai who was anxiously calling him behind.

When he went back a few days later, Si Hai was no longer there.Four Seas' things have also been cleaned up, and it is obvious that they are leaving permanently.He thought it was a different kind of expulsion order, heralding a clean break.He is also unwilling to stay under the eaves of people who don't recognize his value, so he packs his bags and officially becomes the Beipiao family.

What Si Hai said soon came true.Li Rang was in a mess on the streets. When he was the poorest, he could only accept manuscripts worth 15 yuan per thousand words.But just like that, eight of the ten cheated, and two were dissatisfied with what he wrote, and bargained: "It's only worth five yuan."

In the afternoon when the 8-word manuscript was only sold for 400 yuan, he went downstairs and bought three notebooks, and opened "Alien Time".Those three notebooks were exactly the same as the ones Si Hai bought for him.

Li Rang's pen skills were not trained by the world, but taught by a university called society.

In the next few years, he also understood the seemingly endless words of Sihai at that time: All those who want to find a shortcut will eventually find that one step at a time is the shortest shortcut.

Li Rang can also add a sentence: In addition, it is either a fork in the road or a long detour.

However, the words "You are not a genius" seemed to be his curse, or his verdict, floating in his mind every day.The author who is so strong in the world, is the judgment made on him his destiny?He worked so hard every day, just trying to break this prophecy, but what if?

What if I'm really just a mediocre person?

What if all my years of hard work were in vain?

He panics every day: I have invested my whole life, and there is no turning back!

However, the most terrifying thing still came.

As an author, he failed to get ahead, and was reduced to being a gunner for Tan Si.

Even being a shooter was disgusted by Tan Si.

Li Rang laughed at himself, looking at Duta Mountain beside him, and then at himself, what did Sihai say wrong back then?

-

Ren Mingqing has always been thinking about Si Hai's last request, and after asking the ins and outs, he can figure out the cause and effect: "My teacher... passed away five years ago."

Li Rang was taken aback, Si Hai passed away?

Ren Mingqing calculated the time: "The day you had an argument with him, he had just been diagnosed with liver cancer, and he gave up his beloved girl for this."

Li Rang was at a loss, recalling Si Hai's desperate, sallow face under the dim light.

"His words not only hurt you, but he himself has always been worried about it. He left a will on his deathbed, saying that he said something very serious to an author. I hope that one day I can apologize for him, and I hope you can forgive him."

Li Rang shed tears.No wonder Sihai left when he went back. Sihai was admitted to the hospital, but he thought he wanted to drive him away.

Du Tashan wrote with all his strength and sucked his nose, and he spoke with a strong nasal voice: "Actually, my teacher was one of the least talented writers of his generation. This is what he said himself. He said that he Imagination is not as good as Tan Si, and writing is not as good as Xuanyuan, because this is not as good as that, so he can only work hard. The reason why he leads the class is also because he often studies novels. The accumulation and pen practice you have done today, They are all things he has done, including me, and I do too. You may think that I write easily, but in fact I have been writing for many years, with a total of more than 3000 million manuscripts. I also think I have no talent. "

Li Rang's frowning brows gradually loosened, and he looked at Du Tashan's sincere eyes, as if looking at himself in the mirror.They reconcile in this moment, empathizing with each other's experiences.

"Perhaps there are no truly talented writers in this world." Ren Mingqing cast his gaze into the distance and mused. "Any writer, standing at the place where the dream begins, cannot predict the future. But even so, they still went on the road one by one, carefully wrote every word and sentence, and compiled them into one book after another. They are all A warrior. The so-called genius is just a warrior who goes to the end."

Li Rang suddenly burst into tears.

He asked himself, you are 32 years old, do you still have the courage to go on?

"Boldly ask, how much is your current salary?" Ren Mingqing asked.

Li Rang came back to his senses: "...150."

"150?"

"150 million... ten thousand." Li Rang suddenly realized.

The floodgates of memory were opened, and gray torrents rushed out. This time he saw more details, and those gray memories suddenly became colorful.

In this way, he witnessed that young man named Li Rang went through the street, rejected manuscripts, cheated manuscripts, contract disputes, and gunman disputes. 15 million!

Maybe Li Rang really has no genius!He didn't become famous at a young age, and he didn't become a god in one book. He was nearly ten years later than Zongheng, Tan Si, and Xuanyuan, and he struggled to get to this step!

But when he got to this point, how many fellow warriors are left beside him? !

Draw your sword and look around in a daze!

When, in front of him, there were only a few opponents?

All over the world, Tan Si, Xuan Yuan...

He was far from them, but thought he was near;

Now that he is so close to them, he can touch them with his hand, how can he think that they are thousands of miles away?

Li Rang regained his breath. Under the cold street lamp, like a drowning person finally surfaced, gasping for breath—the spell that had troubled him for a long time and almost drowned him was already in his heart at this moment. It fell apart.

Seeing the hope ignited on his face, Ren Mingqing stretched out her hand in relief, pulled him up, and solemnly returned his manuscript to him.

When Li Rang wanted to take it, Ren Mingqing suddenly withdrew his hand: "Mr. An specially left you a legacy, and he wants you to travel around the world."

Li Rang: "What?"

"When I received this inheritance with notes, I was also at a loss. But when I saw you, I understood what was going on." Ren Mingqing patted his thick manuscript paper, "Maybe you have accumulated a lot of money. Notes, I have studied novels for a long time, but novels are hidden in life. To live, to experience, to feel. A lifetime is so long, you can walk slowly.”

Li Rang's heart was beating wildly.He felt a sense of liberation after walking in the dark for too long and suddenly seeing the light.

In the distance someone was standing under a street lamp.Li Rang stared at him, feeling that he saw the world that night in a trance.It's just that his expression is so peaceful and satisfied, and he waved to him with a smile.Li Rang took a few steps to meet him and looked at him absent-mindedly.

He walked towards Li Rang.In the blink of an eye, he changed into Lin Xiaoyao's appearance.Li Rang blinked, he didn't expect it.

"Daddy, I still don't understand why you became a shooter." Lin Xiaoyao cried until her eyes were red, and the two male gods she worshiped were all shattered tonight.Let's forget about Tan Si, but Li Rang?Why did Li Rang, who is serious about creating, want to be a shooter? "You were obviously such a genius back then..."

"It won't happen in the future." Li Rang smiled on her stiff and indifferent face, and reached out to touch her grandma's gray, which is more dazzling than a street lamp, "I won't write any more in a short time, I'm going to see the world .”

"Eh?"

Li Rang waved his hand, turned and walked forward, leaving Du Tashan and Lin Xiaoyao behind.Si Hai asked him to understand life, so the first person he wanted to know was Si Hai.He booked a train ticket to Fenghe Village, hoping to chat with Sihai after missing him for many years.

"Go on!" Li Rang walked on the deserted street, thinking, "Even if it's a little slower."

One day, he will meet them again and walk side by side!

This is the most genius decision of a writer who is not very genius.