It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

"It would be great if I could be a copy master ()"

It's the end of another year.

In detail, two major events took place this year.

One, Su Chen ushered in her 30th birthday.

That's right.

The "Emperor Su", who created countless masterpieces, is already thirty years old.

Before he knew it, he had entered the life of thirty years old.

I didn't intend to fight against time...

But when I was thirty, I had a real sense of time.

No longer a youth, but a thirty-year-old man (strike out).

Every time I think about it, I can't help but sigh.

Although his appearance is very young, there is no trace of age at all, even if he meets a child on the street, he is willing to call him brother instead of uncle...

But in my heart, I am no longer a young man.

On the birthday, everyone held Su Chen's 30th birthday party.

The one who gave birth to Su Chenqing was his younger sister, Su Xiaoxiao.

And his assistant Yinsha Fengyu Xiafan... friend Dan Zong Sansan.

As well as the vast number of Bilibili employees, Leijian library staff and so on.

In addition to the oversized three-layer cake customized by the director secretary, Su Xiaoxiao also baked a cake for him and French fries made in the microwave.

The party was harmonious and full of birthday atmosphere.

It's a truly pleasing sight.

——Of course, he pretended not to see the thirty tombstones standing on the cake.

On her birthday, Su Chen received countless birthday gifts and birthday wishes.

In addition, even on the Internet, under his personal Weibo and personal Bilibili account, there are countless "Happy Birthday" swiping the screen.

to him.

A private message full of blessings and visions is the best gift for everyone on the Internet.

The above, tentatively be regarded as the first major event.

The second big event is this spring, a strong writer friend.

Although the time spent with this friend was short, Su Chen remembered it deeply.

Because, the last side was at the other party's funeral a few months ago.

Thinking about it now, when I met this unexpected friend, it was still a private message on station b.

It was a night in early spring.

Su Chen was checking her private mailbox.

After becoming the chairman of Bilibili, he still reads tens of millions of private messages every day.

Heizi's remarks were laughed off, and fans' suggestions and blessings were seriously replied. For passer-by fans who came to him to private message him for a meal if they had nothing to do, they picked and browsed and had a good time.

These kinds of private messages usually crazily use the content to attract Su Chen's attention.

One of them was a private letter.

To be precise, there is a fan.

The id is called "Shirakawa Yu".

He is different from other fans.

Bai Chuanyou directly sent Su Chen an address, Zhongshan Park in the same city, and the pavilion in the southeast.

It's just weird.

At first, Su Chen thought it was some kind of prank private message and didn't care.

It was only later that he realized something was wrong.

This fan named "Bai Chuan Yu" would leave him the same private message every day - the gazebo in the southeast of Zhongshan Park.

And the time to leave a message is exactly the same every day, it is 8:00 in the morning, just like signing in and clocking in.

So, Su Chen, who noticed this phenomenon, immediately became curious.

Although he can also guess.

This kind of boring private message is mostly to trick him to a meeting place.

But in the face of fans who are so persistent and watch over him at the same time every day, he also intends to give him a little favor.

I replied to the other party in a private message.

Then go check it out.

Then.

Eight o'clock in the morning the next day.

The gazebo in the southeast area of ​​Zhongshan Park.

Su Chen stopped before that.

In the empty and quiet gazebo in the early morning, there was actually a person sitting there.

It was a young man who looked younger than him.

Sitting on the gazebo, wearing a blue bluetooth headset, probably listening to music.

The moment the young man saw Su Chen, there was an unbelievable expression on his face.

He is Su Chen's loyal fan, that's right.

But he didn't expect that he would private message every day with the mentality of giving it a try, and who knew that he really invited the chairman of the company.

Even Su Chen reviewed him in a private message.

——The reason is very simple.

Have you ever seen a fan make an appointment with a big star, and then the big star actually comes and meets you?

Real celebrities, with their eyes above the top, how can they be in the mood for little fans?

You don't even take a look at the private message, okay?

All in all, the young man never expected that Su Chen would really come over at eight o'clock in the morning.

...

Apart from the two of them, there was no third person in the gazebo.

Su Chen sat down with the mentality of chatting casually, and got to know each other for a while.

That's how they got to know each other inexplicably.

The young man's name is Bai Chuanyu.

I am twenty-five years old this year.

Like Su Chen before, she is a writer who writes light novels for publishing houses.

It's just that the camps they belong to are different.

He is from Geffen Library.

His debut work was the winner of the Newcomer Award in the first Newcomer Award of Geffen Library.

The second and third works published subsequently are also full of fun, and are well-known among the publishing houses to which they belong.

However, because it was a small library, far from the size of the Leijian library, Su Chen really didn't have much impression of this person.

During the chat, Su Chen learned that she seemed to be Bai Chuanyou's longing target.

The other party decided to pick up the pen and write light novels precisely because he read his works such as "Violet Evergarden", "Your Name", "Unheard Flower Names" and so on.

Sitting in the gazebo with the other party and chatting for an hour.

Bai Chuanyu belongs to the type who is more able to speak, the type who is good at communication, and makes people feel that the language is lively and interesting.

In addition, the other party's professional knowledge is also very strong. There are many opinions on popular analysis and big data, and they all have the same views as Su Chen.

As for asking him out to meet this time.

His reason is "because I thought of an interesting story, so I rely on this material."

In fact, Bai Chuanyu not only wrote manuscripts for novels, but also participated in the production of various animations, and learned cross-media in illustration.

Immediately, Su Chen felt that this junior was very interesting, and before leaving, he took the initiative to add the other party's contact information.

He felt that this Bai Chuanyou worked hard like a boss a few years ago, silently cherished the ambition of "one day, I will become the protagonist", and made down-to-earth learning and progress... This attracted Su Chen.

After that, the two did not communicate often.

Maybe they don't want to disturb each other's life.

Just stop at "Gazebo Turn".

Just like the two protagonists in the Garden of Words, they rely on the "encounter" in the pavilion to communicate.

Bai Chuanyou is a full-time writer, and he will come to the gazebo at 8 o'clock every morning, and he will sit here for a whole morning, which is very similar to the leisurely life of those retired old people.

If time permits, Su Chen will take a detour to Zhongshan Park in the morning, sit in the gazebo, and listen to this young man's talk.

For Su Chen himself, this is the most interesting thing that happened this year. There is a talkative writer friend who can talk about various topics, and the relationship is limited to acquaintances in the pavilion.

Very life sentiment, fun.

Some time passed.

One morning in early summer.

Park gazebo.

"Thank you, Mr. Su Chen, for awarding the award to my work. Thanks to you, my work can be successfully animated and successfully purchased by station b."

By chance, when Su Chen was looking at the latest issue of the library list, he found a work that he was extremely satisfied with. Then he saw that the author's pen name was Shirakawa Yuu, so he followed suit and directly awarded the award to the other party.

"Oh, really? It seems that I have a good eye."

Su Chen smiled from the heart.

"However, to be more specific, it's because your kid's work is well written, and everyone in the library is very satisfied."

"Don't dare to take it, I'm only half a bottle of water."

"You don't need to be so modest." Su Chen patted Bai Chuanyou who was a little panicked.

The latter smiled lightly.

...

Just as the original work was praised by Su Chen, the lightly revised animation released in summer showed an astonishing degree of completion.

High-level painting quality, a script carefully revised from the original work, textured performances and a fascinating soundtrack...

All twelve episodes were aired with high ratings, and the number of broadcasts was one of the best among the new episodes in the same period.

The animation was successful, this is an indisputable fact.

Don't say Geffen library.

Even if you look at the entire light novel world, Bai Chuanyou is already considered a solid writer.

but.

The increase in popularity means that the base of online violence of black fans and personal attacks will become larger.

——As Bai Chuanyu’s popularity has risen, the number of cases of malicious attacks on works and authors has also risen sharply.

For a writer who puts all his effort into making his work more interesting and trying to impress readers, this kind of pain is like watching his own child being hacked to pieces by others, and then cruelly condemning the public.

Bai Chuanyou has never been in the media or in front of the public to show weakness and break the defense. On the contrary, he is even more cheerful than before.

With this kind of him, only when facing his friend Su Chen in the gazebo time, would he honestly spit out words of frustration.

"You seem to be exhausted recently."

"Frankly speaking, I'm almost exhausted... People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong."

Bai Chuanyu admitted frankly.

Su Chen also sighed frankly: "A handsome young man like you will also be annoyed by the malicious slander on the Internet? To be honest, I am a little surprised."

"Of course it will."

Bai Chuanyou smiled weakly.

the next morning.

Su Chen went back to the same old style and took a detour to the gazebo.

But he was surprised to find that his old friend was not waiting for him at the old place.

——It turns out that this guy also has times when the sun doesn't come.

Su Chen didn't think much about it.

but……

A week later, when he went to the gazebo again for several days without meeting Bai Chuanyu, he realized something was wrong.

Called the past.

I don't know if I don't hit it, but I'm startled when I hit it.

The other party was actually admitted to the hospital.

Bai Chuanyou is not in good health, and recently he has been exhausted mentally and physically due to stateless writing.

He vomited blood on the way home a week ago.

When Su Chen went to visit the doctor after finishing his work at night, he found that Bai Chuanyou had brought his laptop into the ward to write novels.

Unexpectedly, the other party was more energetic than expected, which reassured Su Chen slightly.

However, Bai Chuanyu said to him with a calm and disrespectful smile on his face:

"Mr. Su Chen, I seem to be dying soon."

Advanced pancreatic cancer.

Bai Chuanyu's life is probably only a few months left.

The heavy facts startled Su Chen.

The current volume of the opponent's novel is the final volume, an important turning point.

The words written by the writer are generally closely related to their own situation.

For example, on the day when a work ends, if the author is in a good mood, he may write a happy ending.

If the author is in a melancholy mood and it happens to be a rainy day, he may give a sad ending with a bit of literary flavor.

If the author is in danger, he will die soon after being terminally ill...

Then it is impossible to read between the lines without subjective emotions.

Therefore, Su Chen knew very well.

Lying on the hospital bed, Bai Chuanyou put in all his heart and soul, and even fought against the serious illness to write novels, in exchange for unprecedented insults and attacks from readers.

Because the recent content is too dull and boring compared to the original content, which makes people uncomfortable to watch.

"What does the author want to express?"

"I don't understand at all. Who will read such a joyous plot at the beginning, but it's so heavy now?"

"Hey, the newcomers now start to make dung as soon as they become famous."

"Pure passerby, if you don't brag, you won't be black, and I will be an idiot if you read this novel."

"Death to the author! Didn't you use your brain before coding?"

"Really, go back and eat Xiangxiang. If you can't write well, it's better to cut it in half than to hang on to the bad money."

Some people who haven't read much novel content at all, after glancing at the speech of the so-called "Shen Nong" in the book review area, they are full of hostility, and come together to criticize, ridicule, and personally attack the author.

"It's really frustrating, especially the last two comments, it's really a big blow to me now..."

Bai Chuanyou came to visit Su Chen, revealing his heart as if talking to himself.

"Novelist is really a hard-working profession, Mr. Su Chen."

"If you don't have a big nerve like steel and iron, you are a glass heart. If you can't accept the readers' suggestions without changing your face, you will be criticized as unworthy of living..."

"The more sincerely I face the story, the more alienated I am from the society, the public, the crowd..."

"The more you argue, the more you will be ridiculed by them."

"The concept of reader and writer... I really... don't understand anymore."

There are several tubes stuck in his body, which makes people unbearable to see, only a young man of twenty-five years old, muttering so on the hospital bed.

Su Chen didn't know what to answer.

Afraid of stimulating the other party's unstable emotions, he had no choice but to remain silent.

That night, Bai Chuanyou lost consciousness on the hospital bed and was in a coma for a whole month.

I didn't wake up until the broken and lonely autumn came.

When Su Chen came to visit again, it was already October National Day.

Bai Chuanyu, who could barely move his body and could only move his lips, sincerely asked him one thing.

——Complete the novel he is serializing now.

Of course, the method is to use the short time in consciousness to convey to Su Chen the manuscript to be written.

Bai Chuanyu dictated the content, and he coded the words.

Although Su Chen couldn't bear it, she still nodded in agreement.

So, he began to help the twenty-five-year-old light novel author with simple but complicated "ghostwriting" work.

Take the time to visit every day, and learn the follow-up content of the novel from the weak voice in the other party's mouth...

Such days lasted for about two months.

After all the manuscripts were finished, Bai Chuanyu closed his eyes with a peaceful expression as if he was asleep.

I haven't woken up since.

He passed away after three days.

Some day in December.

Yu Shirakawa, a light novelist who is more enlightened than anyone else, has completed his life.

...

Only relatives and very few friends attended Bai Chuanyu's funeral, and it was held in a very low-key manner.

Su Chen was the only one who came to see him off as a friend.

Taking off his hat, Su Chen was quite sad when he saw Bai Chuanyou who was sleeping forever surrounded by white flowers.

After the work is completed.

According to readers' comments, the reversal of the final volume is surprisingly good-looking.

Many readers have expressed heartfelt appreciation for this.

"The final volume is quite interesting."

"The old thief Baichuan can do it this time."

"Finish flowering!"

"I hope all the characters in the story can get happiness."

"Can you gkd the new book of the old thief Bai Chuan? I like your style of writing very much. I am waiting for your new work!"

like this.

The voices of well-intentioned readers overwhelmed those malicious slanders and malicious criticisms.

There are even many readers who are still unsatisfied and have high expectations for the new work.

But it's a pity.

What awaits this group of people is not the new book by the young writer Bai Chuanyu...just a sad obituary.

The work completed during the cancer period became his posthumous work.

Su Chen stayed in front of Bai Chuanyou's remains, and said goodbye in a trembling voice:

"Yu, you should have a good rest... I've really worked hard on you."

In this way, he bid farewell to this young writer friend whom he had known for less than a year, with death as a boundary.

...

Attended a funeral and was about to leave.

Su Chen was stopped by a strange woman.

"Who are you?"

He looks at the woman.

The woman's white hair is very eye-catching, and she looks calm and calm. Her appearance gives people the impression that she is not only like a vicissitudes old man, but also like an immature child.

"I don't think you need be so sad."

She patted Su Chen's shoulder lightly, and smiled at him with a calm expression, as if she saw through everything.

Su Chen was very uncomfortable being looked at by her gaze, and couldn't escape that smile.

He has a strong intuition - in the eyes of the other party, he may be a elementary school student who is slow to calculate.

"Bai Chuanyou is not dead, rather the opposite, he is in the same situation as you." The woman said to herself.

"Same as me?" Su Chen was taken aback.

"Yes," the woman continued, "you are the protagonist of the story, you are the protagonist of this world, and he is the protagonist of the next world."

"Protagonist? What's the mess?"

Su Chen asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

"I am the author of the story, and you are all just the protagonists in my writing..."

After the woman finished speaking, she took out a book from somewhere and handed it to Su Chen.

"This is your story."

"my story?"

Su Chen lowered his eyes in astonishment.

Several large characters are arranged on the dark blue cover.

——It would be great if I could be a copy master.

(Extra? End)