It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter - chapter 570

“It would be great if I could be a copywriter (

It’s the end of the year again.

In detail, two major events have occurred this year.

One is that Su Chen ushered in his thirtieth birthday.

That’s right.

This “Su Huang”, who has created countless masterpieces, is already thirty years old.

Unconsciously, he has entered the life of thirty.

I didn’t intend to fight against time…

But when I was thirty years old, I had a few years of realism.

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

Whenever I think about this, I can’t help but sigh.

Although he looks very young, he can’t see any traces of time at all. Even if he meets a child on the street, he is willing to call his brother instead of his uncle…

But inwardly, he is no longer a young man.

On his birthday, everyone held Su Chen’s 30th birthday party.

It was sister Su Xiaoxiao who was born for Su Chen’s birthday.

And his assistant Otosha Fengyu Xiafan… Friend Dansansan.

And the vast number of Bilibili employees, Thunderstrike Library staff and so on.

In addition to the super-large three-layer cake customized by the secretary of the board of directors, Su Xiaoxiao personally baked cakes and French fries made in the microwave for him.

The party was harmonious and full of birthday atmosphere.

It’s really a happy scene.

——Of course, he hadn’t seen the thirty tombstones on the cake.

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

In addition, even on the Internet, on his personal Weibo and his personal Bilibili account, he was swiped by countless “Happy Birthday”.

to him.

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

The above is the first major event for the time being.

The second major event was a solid writer friend this spring.

Although the time spent with this friend was short, Su Chen remembered 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 at the time, I was still in a private message at station b.

It was one night in early spring.

Su Chen was checking his private mailbox.

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

He smiled at Heizi’s remarks, seriously responded to the various suggestions and blessings of the fans, and for the passers-by fans who came to him to privately write melons if there is nothing to do, choose to look through them and have a good time.

These types of private messages generally use content frantically to attract Su Chen’s attention.

There is a private message among them.

To be precise, there is a fan.

id is called “Shirakawa Yu”.

He is different from other fans.

You Shirakawa sent an address directly to Su Chen, Zhongshan Park in the same city, and the pavilion in the southeast.

It’s very strange.

At first, Su Chen thought it was a prank private message, and didn’t care.

Later he discovered that something was wrong.

This fan named “Shirakawa Yu” will leave him the same private message every day-the pavilion in the southeast of Zhongshan Park.

And the time for leaving messages every day is exactly the same, it’s 8 o’clock in the morning, just like checking in and clocking in.

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

Although he can guess.

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

But in the face of such perseverance, who guards his fans at the same time every day, he intends to favor it a little bit.

I replied to the other party in a private message.

Then go take a look.

then.

At eight o’clock in the morning the next day.

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

Su Chen stopped before that.

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

It was a young man who looked younger than him.

Sitting on the pavilion, wearing blue bluetooth headphones, probably listening to music.

The young man showed an unbelievable expression on his face when he saw Su Chen.

He is a big fan of Su Chen.

But he didn’t expect that he would give a private message every day with the mentality of a try. Who knew that he would really invite the chairman of the board.

Even Su Chen reviewed him in a private message.

——The reason is simple.

Have you seen fans make appointments with big stars, and then the big stars really come, really meet you?

The real celebrities have their eyes above the top. How can there be little fans in the mood?

You can’t even take a look at private messages, okay?

All in all, the young man never expected that Su Chen would actually come over at 8 o’clock in the morning.

…

There is no third person in the pavilion besides two.

Su Chen sat down with a casual chat mentality, and got acquainted with the other party.

This is how they knew each other inexplicably.

The young man’s name is Shirakawa Yu.

Twenty-five years old this year.

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

It’s just that they belong to different camps.

He is from Geffen Library.

His debut work is the newcomer award-winning work of the first newcomer award of Gefen Library.

The second and third works published thereafter are also full of fun and are well-known among the publishers they belong to.

However, because it is a small library, it is far from the scale of the lightning library, so Su Chen really has no impression of this person.

During the chat, Su Chen learned that he seemed to be Shirakawa Yu’s longing goal.

It was precisely because the other party had read his own works such as “Violet Evergarden”, “Your Name”, “Unheard Flower Name”, etc., that he decided to pick up a pen to write a light novel.

Sit in the gazebo and chat with each other for an hour.

Shirakawa Yu is a relatively speaking type, a type that 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, and there are many insights on popular analysis and big data, and they all share the same views as Su Chen.

As for asking him out to meet this time.

His reason is “because I think of interesting stories, so I rely on this to draw materials.”

In fact, Shirakawa Yu not only writes for novels, but also participates in the production of various animations and cross-media learning of illustrations.

Immediately, Su Chen felt that this junior was very interesting. Before leaving, he took the initiative to add the contact information of the other party.

He feels that this Shirakawa Yu has worked very hard a few years ago, and he silently embraced the ambition of “one day, I will become the protagonist”, and his down-to-earth learning 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 stay at “the turn of the pavilion”.

Just like the two protagonists in the Garden of Words, they relied on the “chance encounter” in the pavilion to communicate.

Shirakawa Yu is a full-time writer. He goes to the pavilion every morning at 8 o’clock in the morning and sits all morning. It is like the leisure life of those retired old people.

If time permits, Su Chen will detour to Zhongshan Park in the morning, sit in the pavilion, and listen to the young man talking.

For Su Chen himself, this happened this year. One of the things that made him feel the most interesting. There is a talkative writer friend who can talk about all kinds of topics together, and the relationship is limited to friends in the pavilion.

Very life sentiment, fun.

Some time passed.

One morning in early summer.

Pavilion in the park.

“Thank you, Mr. Su Chen, for awarding the award to my work. Thanks to you, my work can be animated smoothly and it was 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 his pen name was Shirakawa Yu, so he went along with the water and directly awarded the award to the other party.

“Oh, isn’t it? I seem to be quite discerning.”

Su Chen smiled from the bottom of his heart.

“But to be more specific, it’s that your kid’s work is well written, which makes everyone in the library very satisfied.”

“Don’t be it, I’m only half a bottle of water.”

“Don’t be so humble.” Su Chen patted Shirakawa Yu who was slightly panicked.

The latter chuckled.

…

Just as the original work was praised by Su Chen, the lightly modified animation released in the summer shows a breathtaking degree of completion.

High-level painting quality, careful modification of the original script to reach the script, quality performance and fascinating soundtrack…

All twelve episodes were broadcast with high evaluation results, and the number of broadcasts was one of the best in the new show during the same period.

The animation was successful, this is an undisputed fact.

Don’t talk about Gefen Library.

Now even if you look at the entire world of light novels, Shirakawa Yu is already a backbone writer.

but.

The increase in popularity means that cyber riots involving black fans and personal attacks will become even larger.

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

For a writer who has worked hard to make the work more interesting and to impress the readers, the pain is like watching his child be cut by others, and then cruelly criticizing the public.

Shirakawa Yu has never been in the media, showing weakness and breaking defenses in front of the public. On the contrary, he is even more cheerful than before.

In this way, he would honestly spit out frustrated words only when facing Su Chen, a friend of the pavilion time.

“You seem to be exhausted recently.”

“Frankly speaking, I’m almost exhausted… It’s really because people are afraid of being famous and afraid of being strong.”

Yu Shirakawa admitted frankly.

Su Chen also sighed frankly: “A young man like you is also upset by the malicious slander on the Internet? To be honest, I was a little surprised.”

“Of course it will.”

Shirakawa Yuu smiled feebly.

The next morning.

Su Chen looked the same again and took a detour to the pavilion.

But I was surprised to find that the old friend didn’t wait for him in the same place.

——It turns out that this guy will have some days when sunny days are not coming.

Su Chen didn’t think much.

but……

A week later, when he went to the pavilion again for a few days without encountering Shirakawa Yu, he realized that something was wrong.

Called over.

I don’t know if I don’t fight, I’m surprised when I hit.

The other party was admitted to the hospital.

Shirakawa Yu is in poor health, but she has recently suffered from stateless writing.

He vomited blood on the way home a week ago.

When Su Chen went to visit the sick at night after he was busy, he found that Shirakawa Yu took the laptop into the ward to write a novel.

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

However, Shirakawa Yuu had a calm and unremarkable smile on his face, and said to him:

“Mr. Su Chen, I seem to be dying.”

Advanced pancreatic cancer.

Shirakawa Yuu’s life is probably only a few months left.

The heavy facts startled Su Chen.

The current volume of the other side’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 a work ends, if the author is in a good mood, he may write a happy ending.

If the author’s mood is melancholy, and it happens to be rainy, it may give a sad ending with a literary atmosphere.

If the author is in danger, he will die soon…

Then it is impossible to have no subjective emotions between the lines.

Therefore, Su Chen knew very clearly.

Lying on the hospital bed, Shirakawa Yu worked hard to fight against the disease, and wrote novels, in exchange for readers’ unprecedented insults and attacks.

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

“What does the author want to express?”

“I don’t understand at all. The story is so happy at the beginning, who is it so heavy to show to?”

“Oh, the newcomers now start to make dung after a little bit of fame.”

“Pure passers-by, don’t blow up or black, I’m a fool when I read this novel.”

“The author is going to die! Is the code word not brainy before?”

“Really, go back and eat Xiang. If you don’t write well, it’s better to cut it at the waist than to hang around with bad money.”

Some people who have not read much about the content of the novel at all, glanced at the so-called “Shen Nong” speech in the book review area, and then came together to criticize and ridicule the author and personally attack the author.

“It’s really frustrating, especially the last two comments, which really shocked me now…”

Shirakawa Yu came forward to visit Su Chen, revealing his heart as if talking to himself.

“A novelist is really a career that suffers, Mr. Su Chen.”

“There is no big nerve like steel and iron, just a glass heart. If you can’t accept all the readers’ suggestions without changing your face, you will be criticized for being unworthy of living…”

“The more sincere I am when I face the story, the relationship between society, the public, the crowd… and them becomes more alienated.”

“The more you argue with reason, the more you will be ridiculed by them.”

“The ultimate concept of readers and authors… I really… don’t understand it anymore.”

There are several pipes in his body, which makes people unbearable to see. Only a twenty-five-year-old young man is muttering like this in the hospital bed.

Su Chen didn’t know what to answer.

For fear of stimulating the unstable emotions of the other party, I had to be silent.

That night, Shirakawa Yu lost consciousness in the hospital bed and was in a coma for a whole month.

It wasn’t until the broken and lonely autumn that I woke up.

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

Shirakawa Yuu, who could hardly move his body, could only move his mouth, and sincerely asked him for one thing.

——Complete the novel he is serializing now.

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

Shirakawa Yuu dictated the content, and he came to the code word.

Although Su Chen couldn’t bear it, he nodded and agreed.

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

Take time out every day to visit, and learn the follow-up content of the novel from the faint voice of the other person’s mouth…

Such days lasted for about two months.

When all the manuscripts were completed, Shirakawa Yu seemed to be asleep, closing his eyes with a serene expression.

I haven’t woken up since then.

He died after three days.

Someday in December.

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

…

Shirakawa Yu’s funeral was only attended by relatives and a few friends, and it was held very low-key.

Su Chen was the only one who came to see him for the last time as a friend.

Taking off his hat, Su Chen was very sad looking at Shirakawa Yu who was sleeping among the white flowers.

After the work is completed.

According to readers’ comments, the final reversal of the volume was unexpectedly beautiful.

Many readers express their heartfelt appreciation for this.

“The final volume is quite interesting.”

“Old Thief Shirakawa can do this wave.”

“It’s over!”

“I hope all the characters in the story will be happy.”

“Can the old thief Shirakawa’s new book be gkd? I like your style very much. I am waiting for your new book!”

Like this.

The voice of well-meaning readers overwhelmed the malicious slander and malicious criticism.

There are even many readers who are still unfulfilled 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 Yuu Shirakawa… There is only one embarrassing obituary.

The work done during cancer ~www.mtlnovel.com~ became his posthumous work.

Su Chen stayed in front of Shirakawa Yu’s remains, bidding farewell in a trembling voice:

“Yu, you can take a good rest… It’s really hard for you.”

In this way, he bid farewell to this young writer friend who had only known each other for less than a year, using death as a boundary.

…

Attended the funeral and was about to leave.

Su Chen was stopped by a strange woman.

“you are?”

He looked at the woman.

The woman’s white hair is very eye-catching, she is calm and calm, and she looks like a vicissitudes of old man and an immature child.

“I don’t think you need to be so sad.”

She patted Su Chen on the shoulder lightly and smiled at him, as if she could see through everything.

Su Chen was very uncomfortable by her gaze, and she couldn’t escape that smile.

He has a strong intuition-in the eyes of the other party, he may be a dull pupil.

“Yu Shirakawa is not dead, it would be better to say that on the contrary, 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 all the heroes of the story, you are the hero of this world, and he is the hero of the next world.”

“The protagonist? What’s the mess?”

Su Chen asked confusedly, “Who are you?”

“I am the author of the story, and you are all just my heroes…”

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 cast his eyes down in shock.

Several large letters are arranged on the dark blue cover.

——It would be nice if I could be a copywriter.

(Fan outside? End)