Moonlight Variations

After Hiukawa won the award, the level of the whole person has been raised to a new level. Hiukawa himself didn't feel much, but when other authors mentioned him, they were full of admiration...

For example, Chuli is the person who faces all of this most directly, as if Shiukawa won a Huazhi Award, and all her writers went crazy overnight.

Such as the mentally retarded ghost——

[The ghost behind you: What should I do! Hiukawa talked to me! ! ! ! 】

[The ghost behind you: I haven’t dared to reply yet.................. I haven’t dared to speak to Shirakawa for two days. I feel that a full stop of his is worth a thousand dollars. It’s one second more nonsense with me, and it’s for the literary world. A great loss. 】

[The ghost behind you: He actually asked me "what to eat tonight" just now-ah! look! It's these four words! "What to eat tonight", who won the Huazhi Award, reflects the shouts of the phenomenon of "Zhumen stinks of wine and meat and frozen bones on the road" in modern society, and the hesitation, pain and struggle of the dark class phenomenon! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: No, he asked you just because the two of us were vying for dinner or noodles tonight and were about to attack each other with vicious words. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey:...Where did I pick you up as a wise (mentally retarded)? 】

[The ghost behind you: Hiukawa eats whatever he wants. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: How about the festival, are you not my friend? 】

[The ghost behind you: I am also a big friend of Hiukawa, or his lackey, Wang! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey:...]

[The navy invited by the monkey: Do you still want to open your sign in the alley next to the toilet? 】

[The ghost behind you: Think. 】

[The ghost behind you: No, I have to make progress too, I can’t stand still! I heard that Genyuesha still has a way to publish in Japan. Can you help me go to Japan? I want to see so many people waving light sticks below, calling me as if calling the name of Hirukawa Dai: Oh greasy (*Japanese "ghost" pronunciation) Sama! 】

[The navy invited by the monkeys:............Oh, Sama, I beg you to pretend that you have never heard of this, what place is that in Japan? Have you heard of Japanese light novels? Selling two-dimensional things to Japan is just dreaming. The last time the agency exported Japanese comics to Japan, only 200 copies were sold in Japan. After that, the owner of the agency never mentioned the word "export to Japan" again. 】

[The ghost behind you: What if the nautical theme can break new ground, there is not a very popular nautical theme in Japan, right? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Have you ever heard of a comic called "One Piece"? 】

[The ghost behind you:……………………Yes. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: It’s okay to be motivated by Hiukawa to make progress. Can we stop jumping up and down the house like headless flies? Keep your feet on the ground, and want to manage your signature sale in the alley next to the toilet, provided that you have completed the book: for example, have you handed in this month's manuscript? 】

[The ghost behind you: Uh, let’s go now, for the baby's signing of the streets and alleys. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: It's the alley next to the toilet. I'll go to the garbage dump to pick up a table for you, and you can sign the sale on it. 】

And Suo Heng——

[Suo Heng: Teacher Shiuchuan is so powerful, he is tall and handsome, and good at writing. I really envy such a person. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Why are you even...Look at your Weibo fans, there have been hundreds of thousands of fans in the five months since you opened "Zhetian", so if you can wash your hair well, you are also long legs, white and rich. good. 】

[Suo Heng: ...I hate it, I only washed my hair today. 】

[Suo Heng: What was the teacher thinking when I won the award? I couldn't help but think about it. I must be very proud when I stood on that stage? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: At that time, what he thought was probably: want to pee. 】

【Suo Heng: ...】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I was not talking nonsense. He went to the toilet after receiving the award. This is a real hammer... I can't talk about it because of his face. 】

[Suo Heng: Then you said it now. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Because he was clamoring to eat fried noodles tonight, I was so tired after work that I had to go back and roll the noodles for him. I wanted to press his face on the panel with a rolling pin. real. 】

【Suo Heng: ...】

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Needless to say, other little transparent authors, in their eyes, Shiukawa is a god, and Chuli is the little fairy who stands behind the **** and is responsible for blowing trumpets and sprinkling petals when the gods appear... So this month, every The authors submit manuscripts very quickly, and the average number of words is two to five thousand more than last month.

Then, when people mentioned Chuli, he was no longer "the editor-in-chief of the "Moonlight" magazine of Won Yueshe", but "the editor of Hikawa"... Chuli believed that the main reason was that she went to the award ceremony, and then because Hiukawa forcibly exposed a wave--

Now the whole world knows their relationship.

Anyone who digs deep, someone digs into it. At the beginning, after the ghostwriter incident in Shiuchuan, he was silent and silently shot. Now it is so miserable and miserable to get Xiaoniao and Lao Miao, and almost everyone in the industry will be dragged into the black. The instigator behind the name is also Chuli.

Therefore, the whole world naturally regards Chuli as Hikawa's personal editor-of course, there are also some people who dismiss this relationship very much, thinking that editors can rely on their own beauty to get together with the author.

Chuli didn't mind this very much, and even when he heard this, the corners of her lips couldn't help but lift up to the root of her ears: "Beauty? Me?"

I don’t know what thoughts she was carrying to preach this kind of yin and yang words in the middle. She ran off the subject and ran to the corners of her lips twitching, so embarrassed that she could only nod and smile and compound "Yes, yeah"...

At the end of the month, Shirakawa also accepted an interview regarding this matter.

...

Chu Li remembered it very clearly, that day was a weekend.

When I was interviewed by yy voice on the computer in Zhouchuan, she was lying on a man’s lap watching the "Disappearing Heavenly Emperor Girl" update today, her teeth tickling such a beautiful book, why the **** was signed by Gu Baizhi When I suddenly heard the cute girl who was in charge of the interview in yy, he said--

"Teacher, the recent news about the editor of the teacher is also a hot topic of discussion among readers! According to a question from a fan of your ten-year-old fan, as far as she knows, you have been irregular for a long time in the past. Cooperative partner, there is no clear so-called “personal responsibility editor” setting...

In today’s general environment, there are also many authors who believe that editors have become a role responsible for cooperating with publishing houses, proofreading, and book sales. For authors, it seems that whoever does it is the same. There is no difference.

——And you also agree with this view. What do you think of this? "

The cute girl's voice fell.

Chuli's hand flicking on Weibo stopped.

She raised her eyelids and glanced at the man who was sitting cross-legged holding the computer. At this moment, the latter was looking down at her. The moment the two looked at each other, the air was a little frozen.

First gift: "..."

This ten-year-old fan of the brains, you really can ask questions, ff group leader, right? Which pot does not open, and which pot is specially mentioned.

Clearing her throat, in order to avoid the end of the interview, she and Hirukawa are both single, she threw away the phone and got up from the man's lap, lip-synched to him and said "I'm going to the bathroom, you continue", and then her legs fell on the sofa. Next, I put on my slippers and I was about to stand up——

Just at this time.

The wrist was clasped by the man, and the big warm and dry hand brought her back on the sofa with strong force;

The big hand pressed her forehead, and forced her head back onto her thigh;

Chu Li raised his head and looked at the man dumbfounded. The latter's face was calm, without any expression.

"My previous view is the same as that of many authors. In today's era of online literature, whether it is physical editors or website editors, there is not much that can be done on the works, and even some superfluous... Just like a person I am in The author’s friend serialized on the literary website said that his editor even only commanded the tower, wrote popular topics, and added eye-catching selling points. When he submitted an outline and wanted to get some writing opinions, the editor told him, You can’t sell it. You can write the subject of b... He said that he actually cried at the time. He was really sitting in front of the computer and cried. He said that he regretted showing the outline to the editor for his opinion because he suddenly felt that he wanted to. I can’t write anything."

The man's voice slowly sounded--

"This friend's experience is also experienced by many authors-in fact, in my opinion, the editor has done nothing wrong. He is just trying to get the author to have a good article... This is in information technology. The era of rapid, fast-food literary creation is a normal and correct choice-but this starting point unintentionally allows authors and editors to go further."

The man's words stopped temporarily.

Chuli blinked, and her heart was a little heavy: she had heard these words from Zhouchuan, a long time ago, when she asked him innocently, that's what he answered when she thought she didn't need editing.

Chuli moved, struggling to walk away.

However, Hiukawa's big hand pressed on her forehead invisibly increased its strength, and even let go of her head, stretched out his hand to pinch her face, and warned: Don't move.

First gift: "..."

Shirakawa: "So more and more authors think: Ah, I don't need to be responsible for editing, just write it myself."

Shirakawa: "They also gradually forgot. At the very beginning, the editor is actually the soul behind a book. The formation, composition, words and content of a book are of course full of the author's shadow, but at the same time, There will also be the will of the editor of this book..."

Hikawa: "A long time ago, editors existed silently as such souls."

Chuli stopped moving, she stretched out her hand and hugged the man's sturdy arm like a koala.

And the man's voice continued--

"But what I have forgotten does not mean that one day I will not be suddenly remembered when I meet the right person... Many people think that I have been very smooth from the beginning when I wrote the article, without the assistance of others at all. I even think so."

Hikawa paused.

"Until one day, I found out that when I was slandered and ghostwriter, I didn't even dare to take out my true debut. Female work, stand up to prove my innocence... At that time, I knew that I was not what I imagined. Perfect, my writing career is also full of regrets."

Chuli put his fingers into the man's fingertips and held them silently.

"You may have discovered that in "The Fate of Peach Blossom and Sword", the male protagonist is always dressed in black clothes. In my subsequent works, the male protagonist in white has almost become an iconic existence-this is actually not a personal evil. Fun is just a kind of subconscious self-evasion."

...

"Because I was denied by my father, so I evaded many things in the same negative way. I deny traditional literature and deny my own shortcomings. This makes me look deviant-but there is a saying that is well said and overconfident. In fact It's just an expression of inferiority complex."

...

"Until the day when the Huazhi Award was presented, I heard my father say to me,'I read your book, and it's actually pretty good.' I...it was hard to say clearly what I thought at that time."

The man laughed lowly.

But Chu Li climbed up along his arms, arched his furry head into his arms, and hugged his waist in silence.

She pressed her head against the man's chest, and could feel his chest shaking when he laughed.

There is also the voice of speaking, close at hand.

"I am very grateful that she asked me to send the "Luohe Book of God" to the competition, and then I seem to have gotten something I expected more than the Huazhi Award itself... From the age of sixteen, standing in the study room at home, handing it to my father From the moment the handwritten manuscript was issued, I waited for such a thing for thirteen years."

The man reached out and touched the head of the little girl who was snuggling in his arms--

"If you have to ask me what's going on, then I can only tell you proudly-yes, I finally have someone to blame, and there is nothing wrong with it. I am very excited about it. "

The author has something to say: here comes here comes ah ah ah ah

finally………………………………

The first gift: the daughter-in-law becomes a mother-in-law, and the iron tree finally blooms