Thriller Paradise

Chapter 235: I am such a writer.

A week ago, "I am a writer, please vomit freely", after the completion of the recording, the seventh player lounge.

In the last round, the words that were not written in one word were undoubtedly eliminated. After chatting with other players for a while, he returned to the lounge with a happy face and was drinking canned coffee. Just wait for the end of the interview, take the subway home...

Not long after, Oscar took two videographers, one of the lights and the radio, and knocked the door of this lounge.

They didn't feel that they should go to the door. After they all came in, they began to set up their seats and set up lights.

When Oscar came in, he shook hands with the seal, and he encountered the leadership inspection: "Work hard and hard..."

Feng did not know: "No, you have worked hard..." He paused and asked, "Hey? You still have to do seven interviews?"

"No, I will interview you one." Oscar replied: "This is the director's rule. I am responsible for interviewing the eliminated writers. The six players are left to edit by the editor or the assistant."

"Oh." Feng did not feel nodded.

There are several fixed seats that have been measured in the lounge. The two folding chairs that the writer and the host are sitting on are diagonally lying on the corner of the room. The floor is lined with a line to accurately indicate where the chair should be placed. . Several staff members were skilled and busy for a while, and the preparation for the interview was completed quickly.

Oscar took a manuscript, sat down opposite the camera, turned his back to the camera and said, "So... let's get started?"

Feng did not feel replied: "Okay." He is the one who is eager to go home, naturally he hopes that the sooner he records, the better.

"When receiving the invitation from the program group. Is there any tension, or... stress?" Oscar followed the prepared draft in his hand. I started asking questions.

"No."

"Is there any hesitation?" Oscar said again: "After all, it is already a famous writer. I heard that it would be strange to go to this stage and other writers pk?"

"Compared with them, I am a nameless pawn, hesitating."

"Haha..." Oscar smiled. He picked up the portable player at hand and clicked a few times. He was in front of the cover, and the picture was a previously recorded image. "At that time, why did you give such a title to this program?"

"It should be because I felt the follow-up development..." Feng Shuhui returned.

Oscar then asked: "Let's see it again..." He quickly entered several pictures. "Why did you write such a paragraph in the first round?"

"Why can't you write it?" Feng did not smile and replied: "As you said at the time, the three keywords of war, hero, and character are hard to have an unexpected answer. Then I will write a question that everyone can't think of. The character is slightly."

Oscar nodded and pushed the progress bar below the player screen. "When the round of voting results was announced, how do you predict yourself?"

"The last one..." Feng did not know: "I have said that some of them are overkill."

Oscar then asked: "In the second round, I noticed that there isn't a word on your console."

"Because the outline is here." Feng Jie tapped his temple with his fingers.

"That story is what you spent a few minutes to come up with?" Oscar asked.

"Actually... the moment you let me announce the answer, I started to edit it temporarily." Feng did not return.

"I am ashamed." Oscar smiled. "Haha... but the temporary editor can also take the second, indicating that you are really good."

"If this kind of thing is done for the second time, it won't have such a good effect." Feng did not know: "This time because the audience has not seen this kind of fun tricks. I was particularly impressed. There are also many votes. If there are players to follow suit, it may be unlucky."

Oscar then turned back and gestured. The two videographers paused and the radio receiver dropped the microphone. "Ask a private question... After the second round, Fiji talked quietly with you. What is it?"

It’s obvious that I won’t mention the black box operation. He replied calmly: “Oh, then... I think I’m going to do this, I’m going to be eliminated, so I’m talking to me beforehand. After the resurrection, we talked about the fight club, Schubert and syphilis."

Oscar's mouth twitched a few times, indicating that the units continued to record, and he dragged the player's progress bar: "In the third round, did you really read the entire book?"

I didn't feel like laughing. "When you came in, I found out... You hid my envelope in the inner pocket of the shirt." He pointed to Oscar's suit. "Since it is prepared, you Can try it."

Oscar smiled, took out the envelope, took out the stack of a4 paper from the inside, and flipped it to one of them, and read: "He said with pride, my stupid servant, your father. Yes……"

The other party did not finish this sentence, and he closed the door: "Your father is a hunchback, your mother is a prostitute, your sister is mentally retarded, and you, fortunately, become a nobleman, that is my slave. What extra luxury do you have?"

Oscar was surprised and said: "I don't feel the teacher, you have this memory." He seemed to be unbelievable. He also turned over the stack of papers on his hand and confirmed that nothing could be seen from the back. Dao: "It’s more than enough to go to the talent show."

"Oh... no interest." Feng did not smile, he seems to be quite entangled in the novel in front of him, added a comment: "The writing of this book is really good, but the plot is too cliché, lack of highlights. In addition, There is a short story that copied Hemingway’s "Who is the death knell", but changed the age and characters, and then changed the bridge to assassination. During the reading process, I felt a little familiar, seeing the sentence, "No one can Self-contained, no one is an island. I understand. When the guy wrote the 30th chapter, he basically didn’t know how to continue, so he set a plot of other books, and later, it was quite boring. After the story, I can’t write anymore."

Oscar listened to it, and said: You have read more than just reading it.

"Is it really so... I don't want to write the final chapter for this book? Even if you just write it, you will have a certain number of votes." Oscar asked again.

"I was particularly reluctant to move other people's works, especially the works of such eunuchs." Feng Shuo replied: "The feeling that this novel gives me... is like a child from someone else's family. This child has not yet When he grows up, his parents leave him alone and throw it into the street to let him die." He shrugged: "Now let me an outsider pretend to be his parents, bring him up, I don't do it." Since the parents of this child do not cherish him, what am I busy with? First of all, I am not a passer-by with such parents."

"Well, I think I understand." Oscar answered. "I still want to ask, what do you think about being eliminated? Do you feel sorry? Do you regret your move in the third round without answering questions?"

It’s impossible to say that he’s just running out and playing. He scratched his head and decided to say a few words: “Well... I think it’s good to be able to participate. Thanks to the editors of the program group. Think of this little person. Sorry... okay, no regrets. As for regret... since I did, I will not regret it."

The interview took about fifteen minutes, and there were quite a few things to record, such as evaluating the performance of other players at a certain moment, and some model questions and answers.

At the end of the interview, Oscar looked at the manuscript on the hand, and the question was almost finished. He operated the portable player. "Before asking the last question... I have a piece of all other writers here." When it is a writer, the recorded vcr is a mixed version. I hope you can take a look."

............

"Writer is..."

"Write a hand?"

"Well... it means to me..."

"Writer is..."

"Use words to build people who dream."

"A profession is also a career."

"The communicator of ideas."

"It's my life."

"It is very ordinary, but it is extraordinary..."

"Is it a no return? Haha... I cut it off."

"It’s not good to say that people’s texts are here. It’s not good. If you write them yourself, can you do it well?”

"Because I like to write, I naturally persisted."

"The place where everyone starts is the same. We are all chasing the same dream. But there are many people who have gone on a detour, or ... halfway through. But I think that those who can persist in walking, we will go the same way. ”

"I want to remind myself all the time, I am a writer. This is not in the draft, we are professional, what is it for us to express our writers, rather than letting everyone tell us how to write."

"If anyone can write, then what do our professional writers do?"

............

Oscar said: "According to the usual practice, the writers who come to our program have to answer this question..." He paused: "I don't feel the teacher, what do you think... the words "handwriting" mean to you?"

After reading this not long vcr, he suddenly felt that this was a difficult question to answer. "Let me think about it." He showed a very serious look, this is the entire recording process. He has not shown it.

After a long silence, I finally said, "I think so."

The radioman lifted the microphone again, and Oscar returned to the cameraman and said, “Give a close-up here.” He turned his head and said, “Oh, please.”

Feng Shuh said: "For me, the writer is... someone who can use words to change the world.

As long as you believe in this and be true to yourself, you can make your dreams come true. ”

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