When an Angst Writer Meets a Doting Writer

Chapter 12: Festival

I wrote in the evening and said that I suddenly felt that I was stupid. The author who didn't want to be red was not a good author. Why didn't I want to be red? The work I wrote was for people to see. If I am not red, then does it prove that I am not well written? Then why should I insist on wasting my time? ”

"Deeply can't think about these problems in the middle of the night..." Xu Chi smiled and looked at one of Tang Yan's eyes. "I know that I have drilled the horns, but I can't drill this strange circle."

Tang Yanzhi’s gaze looked at the front and blocked like a car show. His fingers tapped on the steering wheel. He looked at the road ahead and said to Xu Chi: “You said that you are a writer of abuse. Do you like to write abusive text?”

"I don't like why I write?"

"Well... then our problem becomes simple, you just feel that the text you wrote is not seen, and some readers can't understand you."

“Is this question very simple? These two questions are enough to crush many authors.”

"Well, if there is someone who can help you, like me, I have 40,000 powder on Weibo. I will forward your work, then blow it, you will be red, are you willing?"

"I do not want to."

"Why don't you want to? You only have one channel that can redeem. Now I have given you this channel. Why don't you want it?"

"What I want is that after the reader has read my text, I really feel that my text is well written, and then I will give Amway to others, instead of looking at my face and running to see my text, although I say that you may I feel a little bit sensational... but I think the two methods are different."

"What's the difference? Just a red channel. What do you care about? After you are red, someone will be willing to read your text, and then write a comment to you really, we just put these two The order is reversed and the result is the same."

"Not the same." Xu Chigu said, "I don't need to buy or come to the heat or glory, in case my Wenda can't reach the height you blow? Isn't that awkward?"

"No," Tang Xiaozhi laughed. "My fan filter is very heavy."

Suddenly, "hmm?"

There was no sign of smooth roads, and Tang Yinzhi continued: "Let's talk about it."

"Ok?"

"Do you like sweet text?"

"I... I don't feel anything. I don't feel anything. I don't like it. I don't like it. I will watch it, but I probably won't have the urge to chase."

"I understand that everyone has different hobbies. My initial thought of writing sweet text is... I hope my readers will feel warm, happy, and less negative energy in life, even if they read my text. I also feel completely ok to pass the time."

"To be honest, today's circle is somewhat commercialized. Some authors will choose what readers like to read and write. I don't think there is any problem. Everyone chooses differently. After all, I have to eat."

"It's more popular, I feel the sweetness of today..." Tang Yizhi made an analogy, "a bit of a 'fast food culture' trend, my fans occasionally said, I read a sweet text, When you close the phone, you forget all the protagonist names in the story."

"This kind of contrast, but the abuse of the text will give people a deeper impression, at least sometimes mention a essay, the following half of the comments are beaten content of certain."

"It can be such a text... After all, it’s a minority... like my text... I’ve written most of it.”

Tang Haozhi took the sentence "not to pounce on the street but only to see fewer people" and slammed it back. "Since your attitude towards sweet text is not so fond of the abuse of the text, I think you should not write."

"It is not easy to write sweet texts. It should be said that it is not easy to write every article. Now there is a lot of competitive pressure in sweet texts. So many sweet words, why do you think you can write better than others? ?"

"Even the author is not loving, how can you expect readers to love the text you wrote?"

Xu is silent.

"We will talk about the reader's question. Each reader is an independent individual. They all have their own ideas. You can't ask every reader to follow your wishes. Even I receive hundreds of articles every day. The naive stupid white sweet comment, just like you like to eat apples and I like to eat watermelon, you can't follow my head and tell me that watermelon is not good, then let me eat apples?"

"So most of the time, I will use these comments as a driving force for me. Although these comments are not good, they can quickly explain the weaknesses of your work. As for those who have no brain criticism, the authors are not correct. 'Yes, you can smile and see it."

"You can read every comment, but not every comment goes to the heart. The author's heart is too small. There is not much place in the character of the plot. You can't put the garbage into your heart."

"So all in all, I think, the author and the reader are not easy. If you can understand each other, if you can't... I can maintain a delicate balance. I think it is very good."

After Tang Haozhi finished staring at Xu Chi, Xu Chi smiled and said with a natural smile: "I am just making a hypothesis. You are so serious about telling me so much?"

Tang Yan’s eyebrows also smiled. “I’m serious about everything about you.”

[53.]

When the words were exported, both of them were stunned.

"I..." Tang Yanzhi’s death is a remedy. "I mean, I treat you as a friend, so I am serious about your problems."

He also nodded and emphasized: "I am a straight man, like a fake."

"I know..." Xu Chi’s pear vortex loomed, "but I am not."

Don Juan is stunned.

If someone else says this, then there may be hidden meanings, such as "I am not a straight man, you don't want to be so good to me", or "I am not a straight man, you are so good to me, I am afraid I will I like you, but the character changed to Xu Chi, with a late character, Tang Yanzhi knows that he wants to say only the fact that "I am not a straight man."

However, Tang Yuzhi was still beaten by Xu Chi, a straight ball that could not be prevented.

"I......"

"What's wrong?" Xu Chi looked at the vehicle in front and began to move slowly, ambiguous: "Is it troublesome for you?"

“Nothing...” Tang Yuzhi’s urgency said, “Just...just some accidents.”

"Is it unexpected?" Xu Chi turned to look at Tang Yinzhi, and slowly smiled. "I know that you are a straight man, so I don't have any special feelings for you. You said, we are friends. So I don't want to deceive you. I know that there are some straight men who are afraid of each other, so I want to tell you in advance that I want to continue to be a friend and take the initiative to see you completely."

Don Juan wants to ask if you used to make friends like this before? After a little familiarity, I told the other person about her sexuality, which was so overwhelming, but he also had the feeling of lifting his own rock and licking his feet.

"Nothing... I don't exclude homosexuality..." Tang Yuzhi affirmed, "Not at all."

"That's good..." Xu Chisong breathed a sigh of relief. "My friends are few and I don't know how to make friends... Although we don't have many meetings, I can see that you are I really treat me as a friend..."

In fact, all that Xu said was all shit. When Tang Yuzhi told them these things like comfort and reminders, he was hot and wanted to tell him the secret.

Tell him the secret of hiding himself for more than twenty years.

[54.]

The car slowly moved, and Tang’s hand was put on the steering wheel again. He was now full of bitterness and couldn’t speak, wrinkling his face into a bitter face.

Xu suddenly asked: "What happened?"

"what?"

"Your face..." Xu later reminded, "It wrinkles like a steamed buns."

"Oh..." Tang Yan was driving and looking for an excuse, "I am thinking about the matter."

"What's wrong with the text?"

"You must have read the text I wrote."

Xu Chi did not deny, "Yeah."

Tang Yizhi used one of the most popular questions, "Is it beautiful?"

"Quite good looking."

"Do you keep up to date every day?"

"Ok."

"You are not saying..." Tang Yu's afterglow saw Xu Chi, "Is there no urge to chase after sweet words?"