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Chapter 55 The Troubles of Happiness (Please read~)

In the quiet study room, the warm yellow light is particularly soft, the tea cup on the desk has a faint fragrance of tea, and the slowly rotating fan blows the white manuscript paper away.

Qin Zhaoyang and Chen Shiping were sitting at the desk chatting about novels. The old man and the young man would laugh happily when they talked about something interesting.

Outside the study, Mrs. Qin, who was about to remind her husband to take a rest early, heard the laughter coming from inside. She smiled helplessly and turned around to go back to the bedroom to rest.

At the desk, Qin Zhaoyang tapped his fingers on the table, looked at Chen Shiping and said seriously: "Shiping, I have to remind you, don't become the character in your novel. The society is very tolerant, but also very harsh."

Chen Shiping was startled for a moment, then nodded and replied, "I understand, thank you for reminding me."

"Understanding and being able to do it are two different things. If you become famous at a young age, you will inevitably feel impetuous." Qin Zhaoyang continued with some emotion: "The characters in the book will suffer disaster, let alone the reality."

There was a brief silence in the study room. After a few minutes, Chen Shiping broke the silence, said goodbye to Qin Zhaoyang and left.

After leaving Qin Zhaoyang's home, Chen Shiping wandered the streets for a long time, his mind filled with novels.

When he returned home very late, the empty small single room was dark, but Chen Shiping felt very warm.

Turning on the lamp in front of his desk, Chen Shiping took out new manuscript paper and started copying the novel.

This time Chen Shiping wrote very seriously, because this copy was sent to Mr. Ba.

As the saying goes, words are like people, and Chen Shiping wanted to leave some good impressions.

When Chen Shiping raised his head after copying three chapters, it was already dawn outside.

Chen Shiping felt that his mind was a little dazed while copying books. He rubbed his sore wrists, turned off the desk lamp and stretched to get some sleep.

Not long after I lay down, there were dogs barking outside and banging on the door.

"Shiping! Open the door, I brought the dog back to you!"

Yu Hua's voice rang outside, and Chen Shiping suddenly sat up from the bed. Only then did he remember that he had sent the dog to Yu Hua yesterday.

After getting up and opening the door for Yu Hua, Hachigong ran in and yelled at Chen Shiping several times, as if he was complaining about throwing it to someone else yesterday.

Yu Hua came in holding a bag of steamed buns and stuffed it into Chen Shiping's hand and asked curiously: "What did you do last night? It feels like you didn't sleep all night."

Chen Shiping yawned and explained that he had gone to see Qin Zhaoyang yesterday to discuss the publication of his novel. Chen Hong's face flashed in his mind, but he was quickly distracted by Yu Hua's curiosity.

"Are you being asked to make corrections?" Yu Hua sat down on Chen Shiping's chair with familiarity, crossed his legs and said, "We discussed it for a long time yesterday, and we all felt that your novel will definitely be corrected or even attacked."

Chen Shiping frowned and asked, "Why?"

Yu Hua reached out and took out a bun from the bag in Chen Shiping's hand, took a bite of the bun and said:

"Why else? Look at the literati in your book. Is there any good person? From your perspective, the cultural world is all pathological. Who do you think it is?"

Chen Shiping was speechless. He sat on the bedside and started eating steamed buns. After a while, he said, "Isn't it good for me?"

"Okay! You will explain it like this when the time comes, and then let everyone examine you as a person. If you find something wrong, just wait to be criticized."

Yu Hua ate the bun in one bite, patted Chen Shiping on the shoulder and said, "Mo Yan and I chatted for a long time yesterday, and I thought I should remind you. Fortunately, you were doing business last night and made me worry in vain."

"Don't let people connect novels with personal life, otherwise you will be told that the good ones are your own inner secrets. You say you wrote something bad, but you have to write this."

Chen Shiping: "."Is it that serious? We didn’t think too much about it.

However, Chen Shiping couldn't help but feel a little worried when he thought about what happened to Lao Jia after he announced the abolition of the capital.

The novel has 400,000 words, and the reviews that criticize and analyze the novel have millions of words.

The person holding the pen will write really hard, peeling off your skin, cutting open your flesh and blood, breaking your bones bit by bit, and examining bit by bit with a microscope.

To a certain extent, literati are scarier than keyboard warriors!

At that time, let alone doing anything outrageous, even if you had this thought in your mind, you would not be discovered!

Chen Shiping suddenly felt a little chilly in his bones. No wonder Qin Zhaoyang reminded him of it last night. It is true that the literary world is not easy to get along with, and it is far less tolerant than the entertainment industry.

Damn, I should have known better than to write this thing!

Chen Shiping didn't have any regrets in his heart, he was just annoyed that he didn't consider the consequences before writing.

It seems that we can only wait until the novel is published and the storm has passed before we can spread the word.

It was originally intended to add honor to oneself, but in the end it turned into a shackles.

After Chen Shiping and Yu Hua finished eating steamed buns together, they went out to school. Before going, he called Chen Hong. The chat was not long and unpleasant.

If it's not pleasant, it's not pleasant, and Chen Shiping is not happy either. He simply doesn't bother to think about it that much. He finishes the novel first and then thinks about other things.

In the next few days, apart from completing the exams before graduation, Chen Shiping spent the rest of his time copying novels.

After I finished writing it, I went to find Qin Zhaoyang as soon as possible, but instead of asking him to help send it to Mr. Ba, I planned to go to Shanghai myself.

One is to visit this literary giant, and the other is to take a look at Xiao Baicai.

Qin Zhaoyang was also happy to be the middleman and called Mr. Ba to make an appointment.

Chen Shiping took the train to Shanghai to visit Mr. Ba the next day.

In the distinctive old Western-style building, the branches planted in the yard are lush and leafy. Chen Shiping couldn't recognize what kind of tree it was, but he just envied the environment.

The old man with a chin in the shade sat leisurely in a rocking chair, wearing reading glasses and reading Chen Shiping's novels.

Mr. Ba's old and kind face didn't have much expression, and Chen Shiping couldn't tell what he thought of the novel, so he could only sit aside and not dare to disturb him.

Time passed little by little, and at noon, Mr. Ba put down the manuscript in his hand and invited Chen Shiping to have a meal at home.

Stir-fried green vegetables, braised lion's head, and soft and glutinous rice are Mr. Ba's lunch.

It was very light, but the taste was surprisingly good. Chen Shiping wondered if Mr. Ba's chef was the chef of a big hotel.

Mr. Ba took a nap after dinner before getting up. Then he sat on a deck chair in the yard and continued reading a novel. Chen Shiping still sat next to him like a primary school student.

Time passed little by little, and when the sun was about to set, Mr. Ba finished reading the novel. He took off his glasses and stared at the green leaves in a daze for a while before he came back to his senses.

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit tired as I get older." Mr. Ba looked at Chen Shiping and said, "How old are you this year?"

"Twenty-five." Chen Shiping replied honestly.

Mr. Ba nodded and said: "It's good to be young, have ideas and passion.

The novel is well written. Although it has the shadow of its predecessors, it is also combined with the current social status quo. It is a bit too decadent and too pessimistic, which is not a good thing. "

Chen Shiping nodded and replied: "You always say that there are some difficulties in life where you create, and it is inevitable to incorporate this emotion into the text."

Mr. Ba hummed and did not ask Chen Shiping about his original intention and creative background.

He just pondered for a while and then said: "It's okay if you want to publish it, but some words still need to be written in a vague way. The audience of the magazine is too complex, and the impact on young readers must be considered."

"I understand what you mean." Chen Shiping didn't feel any disappointment and had already been prepared for this.

Mr. Ba returned the manuscript to Chen Shiping and said, "Take it back and revise it. Bring it back after you've finished revising it."

Chen Shiping was overjoyed and did not expect to have another chance to ask for advice.

Mr. Ba paused and smiled and said to Chen Shiping: "Your writing of Xu Sanguan is very good, and the movie is also good. You can contribute more to Harvest in the future."

After leaving Mr. Ba's house, Chen Shiping was both happy and irritated. He was happy because he was recognized by the old man, but he was irritated about whether he should vote for the contemporary generation or the harvest after making changes.

Is this considered the trouble of happiness?

(End of this chapter)