You can't afford to hurt a man who puts a marriage notice in a pirated text

Chapter 11

The editor of the publishing department tactfully knocked on him again: [Bailuyuan, are you there? ] Bai Luyuan replied: [Sorry, I'm not online now, please leave a message if you have anything to do, and it will reply automatically. ] The editor immediately exploded: [Bailuyuan!come out faster!I know you are here!I have something very important to tell you about the manuscript! ] Bai Luyuan reluctantly climbed up the line, and said gloomily: [Why, didn’t I hand in the finished version of the manuscript...] Before NO.15 of this month, Bai Luyuan went through untold hardships, countless psychological struggles, countless Blood splattered on the screen, and finally handed over the publishing draft of his "Shenzhou Shenlu Zhishuangzhaolouji".

For any author, sorting out more than 100 million words is a huge project, not to mention the... messy one like Bailuyuan.

Even the editor was shocked that he actually delivered the manuscript on time.

Of course, if the editor knew that what he submitted was a pirated article downloaded from the OOXX book friend forum-of course the editor would not know!

The editor coughed and said: [Well, you handed in your online version verbatim?I see you haven't changed at all...] ​​Bai Luyuan said with a stiff face: [Yeah, what's the matter? ] After finishing speaking, he added a sentence: [Isn’t that right? 】

When he said this, he felt extremely awkward inside.It automatically replayed in his mind a few days ago, on the first day when he updated "Shenzhou Luchen: Pulling Tianhe", he put on a face that was considered constipated by the members of the department, and brushed the fastest pirated article in history with complicated emotions Building, after swiping through several pages of [Punching in the Front Row] [Occupying Seats in the New Building]——

[Administrator] [Mao Qiuqiu]: [=ω=All typos have been changed.After all, it was an article written in the early morning, and Bai Da is in a bad state ╮(╯﹏╰)╭It’s always bad to stay up late TVT] After posting this sentence, there is another row of Tuzki — but it’s not Tuzki rubbing his face, but Tuzki showing love sideways.

Bai Luyuan looked at the row of Tuzkis, his expression cracked again.He looked at the replies from the crowd below with a more complicated mood [Hehe, meow, thank you for your hard work, touch] [Pull the hair~~~ Xiaomiao read the most carefully...] He raised his eyebrows, opened the frame, and looked at his text— —However, you know that when the author looks at his newly written article, he can't always see anything.

He endured it for a long time, and finally poked open the private chat dialog box of classmate Mao Qiuqiu again: 【What?There is a typo this time? 】【Mao Qiuqiu】:【=ω=Bai Girl～】【Mao Qiuqiu】:【Of course there are, several of them... I have caught bugs. 】He said with a gloomy face:【Which ones are they? 】really.Readers have discerning eyes.While looking at the typos, he silently corrected them on the word in the office - after correcting them, he slowly mentioned a sentence: 【Why aren't these places mentioned in the book review area? ] After finishing speaking, he couldn't help adding: [Although he usually doesn't read readers' comments very much, he still listens to correct typos. ] Mao Qiuqiu was still the same, and said with a smirk: [I dare not say...] Bai Luyuan felt that his face must be green and white at this moment.

On the one hand, he thinks, is it that I am so unreasonable in the hearts of readers and cannot listen to opinions!Am I so scary!

On the one hand, he thought again, I dare you to steal even a text, and said that you dare not even say a typo...

As a result, Mao Qiuqiu smiled stupidly and said: [>ω

Then he said: [Besides, if he doesn't have a single typo, how can I correct it... I feel a sense of accomplishment when I correct his typos every day, and I will talk nonsense! 】Bai Luyuan spat out another mouthful of blood.

Thinking back on these things, he felt that his expression must have looked gloomy.At that time, after closing QQ, he gritted his teeth and opened the stolen briefcase again, trying not to look at the weird and hot personal notice, and finally clicked on the so-called "perfect version" TXT .

The words of the people in the OOXX group are still vivid:

[Oh, there is absolutely no typo! 】

[If there are typos in Bai Dada's articles in this forum, meow meow, don't mess around! 】……

He knew he should read it in its entirety, otherwise what if there was something wrong in the document?It's best to read it several times, after all, this is a published manuscript... However, he couldn't read a single word.

I have been angry all my life and become today, and no one in the world is facing the setting sun.Good friends gradually disappear after thousands of calamities, and Shenzhou sinks and lands sink for a hundred years.Every time I cast my eyes on those words, those nights that I used to type day and night will resurface before my eyes.What is writing?It's a blood transfusion.When you decide you are a writer, every word you write is bleeding.The blood flowed to the computer bit by bit, did you see that densely packed keyboard is the needle tube, sending the blood to the hearts of readers outside the network cable, filling their empty hearts... You have successfully updated.

It was undoubtedly another night of satisfaction and pain, especially writing this kind of article. After writing, you feel that you have died once.If you're an author, you'll understand one day—how could you want to rewatch your own death?

What's more, there is this situation:

The more I look at it, the more I like to think that I am the only one in heaven and earth. Why is it that I am the one who won the Nobel Prize for Literature? Why is it that I am the one who wrote such an article? How I wish it was someone else. People! Then we can become confidantes! Life! I’m so lonely like snow!——” In the pain; the more I look at it, the more disgusted I feel that what I have written is a pile of rubbish, worthless, full of pretense and distortion The mood and the unspeakable dark heart, I am simply a scum, what face is there to continue writing--the author in pain.

—If you are a writer, you will experience these situations one day.

——These two situations are not very good, but the world has not yet produced an author who can look at himself completely objectively and calmly. There has not been before, not now, and there will never be in the future.

Unfortunately, Bailuyuan belongs to the latter of these two situations.

He looked at the article he had written for more than half a year, and the more he read it, the more he felt unhappy, and the more he looked at it, the more gloomy his face became. It seemed that ten thousand horses were roaring in his heart: ——Damn it!Is this article written by me!

——It's really TM pretentious!Such pretentious writing!Such a pretentious mood!Others scolded me for pretending to be aggressive, it's really not wrong to scold me! !

——Damn it!What kind of text is this!The author has twisted his mind!Stupid!Even if the era of the Republic of China is gloomy, it is not written in this way!Why was the hero's friend castrated in prison from the very beginning! ! !Why! ! !Why! ! !Has there ever been such a plot in history! ! !Even if it is half overhead, it is not done like this! ! !Does any online novel do this! ! !If you write a eunuch article, be careful like the Qingxi Chronicle, you are an eunuch! ! !

——Even if this is the author's making up!Why do the hero and the hero's gay friends look so gay!So basic!No wonder readers are calling gay!Fuck!Is the author as basic as he wants to express! ! !

——The character who was so popular earlier was listed so early by the author! !The author is sick! !Pretentious! !I don't believe in love anymore! ! !

——The structure collapsed into a mess! !The author thought he was deconstructing, so deconstruct a P! ! ! !

——What the hell is this shit! ! !It must be the wrong way for me to open it! !

——You can’t afford to hurt every author who re-reads his own articles and then falls into self-disgust! ! !

Then he finally couldn't stand it anymore, completely defeated, and could only close the document in depression, and fell into the scrutiny of himself again: no.Bai Luyuan said in his heart, in fact, I shouldn't be that bad... After all, so many people clicked in to read it - and after all, this is a story I wrote.

——It doesn't mean anything, it's just a story.

As soon as he closed the document, his confidence returned a little bit.

He looked at a point in the void, and his heart was filled with a feeling... like boiling hot water, but also like a rushing river.This is the real, first time since he finished, he tried to re-read his own text.

Before, he had always rejected himself out of a certain emotion, and refused to go to it—this is a problem that any author will have.

He frowned and thought for a while, and finally knocked on Maoqiuqiu's dialog box as if he couldn't control it: [Can I ask a question? 】【Mao Qiuqiu】:【=ω=Let’s talk about it~~】

He pondered for a while, and typed out a line with difficulty: [It is a question related to Shenzhou Shenlu.You also know the situation of this article, it’s very controversial... especially the one where one of the protagonists was clicked in prison...] [Mao Qiuqiu]: [You mean the hero’s good friend?That's official. 】 Bai Luyuan's expression cracked again.

[Mao Qiuqiu]: [What should I say about this question...Actually, I agree with him for handling it this way...Everyone knows the character prototype, right?But again, this is not a historical novel, but a fantasy novel.Scratching my head... I don't know how to describe it. In short, it's the first time I've seen such a novel since I grew up. ] After saying this, he sent another Tuzki rubbing his face.

[Mao Qiuqiu]: [Bringing a knife into a fast, worthy of the boy's head... He was so passionate in history, and then he was ruined, and this person's text itself is divided.Our former history teacher said that he was young and undecided, and it was always difficult to achieve great things. To put it bluntly, he was unreliable. Look the same.But although there are many ways to interpret his views from different angles over the years, they have not really been exhausted.I think he is divided in himself—I mean both connotatively and literally.He was not alone at all. 】【Mao Qiuqiu】:【He failed to assassinate the prince and was released, how could he be released so easily?I didn't believe it at first.It said in the article that the prince said that he wanted to use the knife to make a quick success, so give him a knife. When he is released from prison, he will no longer be the same as before. This is really amazing, and it explains his later life Distortion... Some people think the plot is ridiculous, but from the perspective of the historical structure, this is just a symbol of the author, a metaphor, which means that this character is a fragmented text... Although history may not be like this, but This is just a fantasy novel!Strictly speaking, it’s not even half-baked, at most it’s just a borrowed prototype, and it’s not a real historical text—isn’t this the story of the hero who is caught in the cracks of history and fights for love and justice through the torrent of time and space in order to seek hope? what!This is also the deep love between the male lead and his good friend who has traveled across Shenzhou Shenlu for a hundred years! 】【Mao Qiuqiu】:【The hero is a warrior of love!So what if it was split!Both the male protagonist and the good friends are full of hearts of striving for light!Fight for the justice and peace of history, warrior of love, Bai Da! ~(≧▽≦)/~! 】【Mao Qiuqiu】:【Ah... Miss Bai of TVT accidentally swiped the screen of Nei Niu... When it comes to Bai Dada's problem, I'm always very talkative... and few people like to listen to my long-winded This... I, I,,, I was wrong TAT] When Bai Luyuan saw this, for the first time, he didn't vomit blood on the screen.

Although his expression is still stiff, at this moment the rushing river in his heart seems to be rolled up high - those water droplets rolled up to the sky, turned into white clouds, drifted away, and never disappeared again .

He should probably say thank you, you said everything I wanted to say.

Maybe he should say thank you, it's embarrassing but he understands me well, it's hard.

Maybe he should say thank you, you have read this story... so thoroughly, even though I may not analyze it as well as you, I still thank you for liking it so much.

But he is Bailuyuan, and he never said such things to readers.

He was just in a complicated mood, letting those heavy and self-disgusting attitudes go away with the wind, and then typed a sentence slowly: [Very well spoken, you are worthy of being from the Chinese Department. 】Mao Qiuqiu was sitting in a dormitory several hundred meters away, seeing this sentence, for some reason, she suddenly felt blushing again.He sat in front of the computer, scratched his head, said with a smile, and then threw a Tuzki expression.

Bai Luyuan sat on this side of the campus network, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly—in fact, he thought that your literary theory teacher should teach well, right? Which professor from the Faculty of Liberal Arts led their class?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clicked on the educational administration management system...he couldn't help shivering as soon as he clicked on it, and then decisively turned it off!

——Why should I care about a reader?

Bai Luyuan thought gloomyly.

——Especially you are still a thief!So what if I like to read Lao Tzu's articles!

——So what if you are close to Lao Tzu!Why did I want to find out who you are!