Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 420 Come again?This wave is the protagonist shining into reality!
The weather in December is getting colder.

Light rain, mixed with strong wind, the cold in the south has always been a magical attack, and ordinary people really can't bear it.

Pedestrians hurried on the road and returned to their residences. After a busy day, the work is always heavy, but after the heavy work of the day, there is not much time for them to control freely.

night.

Or rather-

stay up!

Unknowingly, it has become the choice of many people.

They turn on major music platforms at midnight, put on headphones, and immerse themselves in another world, or stay up late to catch up on dramas, watch live broadcasts, and eat supper.

Nights are long...and short!

It was clearly late at night, but there was a light on every window.

The people in the room, with smiles on their faces, are immersed in their own worlds, as if only at this moment, this period of time belongs to them, they can do whatever they want, completely belong to them!
This scene has never been an exception, and it is a very common phenomenon among young people.

Shanhai Publishing House.

After finishing the work at hand, Ai Jianbo walked out of the editor-in-chief's office with his briefcase in the lobby, only to find that there was still a workstation, and the computer was turned on.

He walked to the desk with curiosity, and saw that it was a new editor, Li Xiao, who had just joined the job for a few months.

Ai Jianbo stood in the aisle and asked with great interest: "Li Xiao, why don't you leave? It's past ten o'clock!"

Li Xiao was startled, looked up and found that it was the editor-in-chief, he quickly stood up and explained:
"Editor-in-chief, I have a lot of manuscripts in hand recently, and I'm still reviewing them..."

"Then it doesn't have to be so late to review manuscripts? Hurry up and go back to rest and sleep. It will be the same if you are busy with this work tomorrow." Ai Jianbo patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile:
"I know you young people are working hard, but you can't get tired of your body. Your body is the capital of revolution!"

"Hey, okay, you go first, I'll leave after I finish the work at hand, anyway, I will be alone when I go back, why don't I finish these things, today's work, today's end!"

As a fresh graduate this year, Li Xiao thought he was very familiar with the city he had lived in for four years, but it was not until after graduation that he realized that after losing the safe haven of the school, the whole city is big, but there is no His shelter.

Li Xiaopiao drifted like a duckweed, submitted his resume for an interview, fought his way through thousands of troops, and finally successfully applied to become an ordinary editor of Shanhai Magazine.

Logically speaking, with a job, Li Xiao should be considered rooted in this city, but is that really the case?
His connection and bond with the city is only this job.

The one I went back to was not called home, it was just a place to sleep.

After all, there wasn't a single light for him to open the door, and no one was looking at him with concern.

He is a wanderer wandering alone in this city. Li Xiao simply puts all his thoughts on his work. He looks forward to the hard work and the harvest in the future.

That's why he stayed up late to work.

The young people have just left the ivory tower of the university and started to make a living on their own. They lost the role of a student given to them since childhood and transformed into a social person.

He could only turn the fear in his heart into enthusiasm for work.

And all of this, Ai Jianbo saw it in his eyes, he is also a person from the past, thinking of this, Ai Jianbo shook his head and sighed, and said to Li Xiao: "You boy, I don't know you yet, you are all from the past, busy with work. Good thing, I won't say much."

"Well, come to my house this weekend. My sister-in-law and you are both from the Northeast. I'll let him make dumplings. It's not easy for you to be here alone in winter..."

Li Xiao was slightly dazed. This was the warmth he suddenly received in this rainy, cold and lonely city. Li Xiao showed a genuine smile and nodded heavily:
"Alright, editor-in-chief!"

Ai Jianbo patted him on the shoulder again, turned around and left with his briefcase in hand.

Li Xiao was busy until twelve o'clock, turned off the computer, hailed a taxi, and rushed home.

After returning home, eating instant noodles, sitting at the dining table, he opened the Qihang Novel APP. As a heavy novel lover, editing is his hobby and his profession.

It is one of Li Xiao's rare blessings to find an industry where his hobbies and occupations are so highly matched.

Of course he envied Li Xiang's life, he was young and successful, but his family knew his own affairs, so it was fine for him to review manuscripts, but let him use words to describe a world and a story that the public loved. He asked himself what to do. less than.

Internet writing seems to have a very low barrier to entry. If you have a computer, you can type and do it.

But in fact, the hidden threshold of this industry is very high. Don't you see how many people rush to the street, and it takes three or four years?

Even Li Xiao once had a creative urge, but that time, he didn't even reach the threshold of signing a contract, and then he recognized himself, chose to give up, and entered the editing industry instead.

As a serious old bookworm, Li Xiao must not only pursue one author after chasing books.

To be precise, even though his current salary is not high, as a college graduate who can already support himself, he still chooses to support his favorite authors by subscribing to genuine copies.

Li Xiao took a closer look, Shanshui Yicheng, Dragon King, updated a chapter of the novel.

Right!

For late procrastination like their masters, they are basically updated before [-]:[-] in the evening. This kind of fish-catching skills is really enviable.

"and many more!"

Li Xiao gasped. He looked at "Celebrating More Than Years" on the top of the bookshelf, and found that Li Xiang had updated [-] words!

"Is it Chinese New Year today?"

Li Xiao hurriedly drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and clicked on "Celebrating More Than Years" with great interest to follow up.

【Chapter 30—Eternal Romance】

[Listening to the last sentence, the officials were very puzzled. This poem appeared in Beijing in the spring and has already spread all over the world. Except for the big characters of Dajiang, which makes it uncomfortable to read, many poets have always thought that there is nothing in this poem. There are things to pick, but the essence is in the last four sentences. I don't know why Zhuang Mohan said otherwise.

His Majesty frowned, knowing that plagiarism was a very serious accusation, if Zhuang Mohan had no proof, he would never have dared to make such irresponsible remarks in Qing's palace.

"It's empty talk."

Zhang Ziqian, the Minister of Rites who had been sitting beside Fan Xian, smiled and said:
"Mr. Zhuang Mohan's generation, the students often hold the scriptures annotated by the master to study when they were young. Naturally, no one in the world dares to doubt what the master said, but the matter involves plagiarism. Perhaps the master has been deceived by a villain."

He glanced at Guo Baokun, the son of his boss, and was not too shy about revealing who he said the villain was.

Zhuang Mohan raised his head, and there was a trace of complicated emotions in his eyes full of wisdom:

"The last four lines of this poem were written by my teacher when he was traveling in Tingzhou. Because it is the posthumous work of my teacher, I have kept it in my heart for decades, but I don't know where Mr. Fan got these words by chance. They were originally buried in the dust. The pearl can see the light of day again, the old man also thinks it is good, but Mr. Fan invites the name, but the old man does not take it, the scholar first pays attention to cultivating the heart and virtue, the words and sentences of the article are of the bottom line, the old man loves his talent like his life, and he does not want to point it out lightly In this matter, I came to the Qing Kingdom to observe the young master's behavior, but unexpectedly, Mr. Fan did not know how to repent, and on the contrary, he was even more victorious!"

Fan Xian almost laughed, thinking shamelessly!Shameless!
But the others couldn't laugh. The atmosphere in front of the palace had already become very depressed. If this was true, not to mention that Fan Xian would no longer have the face to enter the officialdom and the literary world, even the entire Qing court would lose face. 】

Li Xiao's eyes widened. He watched "Celebrating More Than Years" yesterday, and he got stuck in the climax, which made him a little bit out of his wits when he was working today.

He thought he would not be able to watch the entire climax until tomorrow, no, it should be when the update is this afternoon, but he didn't expect to see the climax after midnight, the update volume of 3 words, this wave is cool!
"Wait a moment!"

When Li Xiao saw this, he felt a little suspicious, so he continued to look down.

[Zhuang Mohan smiled slightly, asked his followers to take out a piece of paper, and said:

"This is the teacher's handwriting. If the Fang family reads it, they will naturally know the age."

He looked at Fan Xian, and said sympathetically, "Young Master Fan has a talent for poetry, but the meaning of painting a tiger is too strong, but he doesn't know that poetry is the voice of his heart. How about the last four characters of this poem? How did you write it based on Mr. Fan's experience?" come out."

At this moment in the hall, only Zhuang Mohan's slightly old but extremely steady voice explaining poems could be heard:
"Thousands of miles of sad autumn, how cool, sick for a hundred years, it is the time when my master climbed the mountain alone, the surging river, full of desolation... Mr. Fan is still young, I don't know why he has been sick for more than a hundred years."

Zhuang Mohan Yue said that everyone felt more and more that such a poem could not have been written by a young man, and Zhuang Mohan's voice sounded again:

"Fan Shuang's temples are full of gorgeous hair, and Mr. Fan has black hair, so I can't help but say I'm worried."

Zhuang Mohan finally said softly:
"As for the last sentence of "Xingdingzhuojiubei", regardless of Mr. Fan's glamorous family background, there is no need to speak of it, but if you say "Xindingzhuojiubei" five characters, I am afraid that Mr. Fan will not understand why the teacher said so."

He looked at Fan Xian, and there seemed to be some unbearable brows:

"The first teacher suffered from lung disease in his later years, so he could not drink alcohol, so he used the word "Xinding."

As soon as these words came out, the officials of the Qing Kingdom were finally discouraged, the piece of paper was no longer needed, and only talking about these unexplainable problems, it was extremely difficult for Fan Xian to escape the charge of plagiarism...]

"I rely on!"

This exclamation was almost the emotion that almost all the fans of Sword God expressed when they saw this passage.

Isn't this why Li Xiang was accused by Zheng Guoqiang of plagiarizing Mo Ziyuan at the Mid-Autumn Festival party because of a water tune song?

Unexpectedly!

After such a long time, Li Xiang actually wrote this incident into the novel again!
This wave...

This wave belongs to the two-way interaction between fiction and reality!
This is the main character reflected in reality!

"Hiss... Sword God's meme is so amazing!"

Li Xiao had a smile on his face.

As a senior die-hard fan, he naturally knew the cause and effect of this incident. It was precisely because he knew the reason that he could see a different taste from it and smile from the bottom of his heart.

【Fan Xian staggered out, his eyes full of amusement and sarcasm, and he shouted loudly: "Come on the wine!"

Seeing his mad look, the maids at the back did not dare to go forward, but a minister felt that Fan Xian was aggrieved all the time. She hugged a wine jar weighing about two catties from behind and sent it to Fan Xian.

"Thanks!"

Fan Xian laughed, smashed the wine jug to seal the mud, lifted the jug and drank like a whale sucking the long sea, but after a while, he poured the wine in the jug into his belly. After a belch, he felt drunk. He drank a lot, and when he was rushed to drink at this time, his complexion was even more rosy, his eyes were crystal clear, but his body was shaking non-stop.

He staggered to the chief as if he was dancing, pointed at Zhuang Mohan's nose and said:

"Everyone, you really insist on saying this!"

Zhuang Mohan smelled the smell of wine coming to his face, frowned slightly and said:

"Young Master, it is good if you have a heart of repentance, why bother to hurt yourself like this!"

Fan Xian looked into his eyes, smiled slightly, and seemed to be a little slurred:
"Everything has a cause and an effect. Mr. Zhuang accused me of plagiarizing these four sentences from my predecessor. I don't know why I copied them. Could it be that the late students won't be able to win the fame before and after their lives based on the previous short song!"

The five-character first and last name is excellent!
Even Zhuang Mohan was a little moved, he was preoccupied with some important matter, and he had no choice but to deliberately frame the young man in front of him today. He couldn't bear it anymore, so he slowly moved his head away, and said lightly:

"Perhaps Mr. Fan copied this poem too!"

"Who copied it? Is it because I wrote a poem that I copied it? Could it be that Mr. Zhuang's disciples are all over the world, and his poems are known everywhere, so he is qualified to be identified as a plagiarist!"

Seeing Zhuang Mohan's fingers lightly tapping the scroll on the table, Fan Xian sneered and said:

"Master Zhuang, it's okay to use this trick to fool children. You said that I copied Lingshi's poem. I wonder why this poem never appeared in the world before I wrote it."

Zhuang Mohan didn't seem to want to argue with him, but Fan Xian said softly:

"Mr. said that Wansheng's hair is not white, so he can't say that his temples are frosty, and his body is healthy, so he can't be sick for more than a hundred years... However, Mr. I don't know, Wansheng likes to make trouble the most in his life, and he intends to start from the beginning of this life. You don't know my past, so you don't know. It's so boring to blame me and hurt me."

I don't know if he really drank too much, or if he had a rare chance to vent his pent-up depression, Fan Xian's clean and detached face suddenly showed a bit of madness.

"Shinon's heartfelt voice!"

Zhuang Mohan looked at him and said gently:
"Fan Xiaoyou has no such past, how can he write this poem?"

"Shi Nai Wen Dao!"

Fan Xian looked at him and said coldly: "The way of poetry always pays attention to genius. Maybe my poems are forced to express sorrow, but who said that things that have not been experienced can't be transformed into their own poetry?"

His words were extremely arrogant, and he compared himself to a genius, so he used this to prove that Zhuang Mohan's previous poetic theory did not exist!

Hearing this, Zhuang Mohan frowned slightly, and said with a wry smile:

"Could it be that Mr. Fan can write wonderful words anytime and anywhere that have nothing to do with what happened to him?"

Everyone doesn't believe it, even if they are geniuses in poetry, they definitely don't have such abilities.

Seeing that the other party fell into his own calculations, Fan Xian smiled slightly, took a sip from the wine jug on the other party's table without courtesy, and looked at him quietly, but the drunkenness in his eyes gradually became stronger, and suddenly waved his green sleeves , drink three times:

"Paper!"

"Molai!"

"People!"】

Seeing this, Li Xiao got goose bumps all over his body!
Before the sword god was in the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Festival, he also wrote a hundred drunken poems. Could it be...

Li Xiao thought of a more terrifying fact!

But this is too appalling, right? !
(End of this chapter)