Thriller Paradise Chapter 235: I am such a writer

A week ago, after the recording of the live session of "I Am a Writer, Please Tucao", the No. 7 player lounge.

Feng Bujue, who didn't write a word in the last round, was undoubtedly eliminated. After chatting with the other players for a while, he returned to the lounge with a cheerful expression on his face, drinking canned coffee. Just wait for the interview session to end, take the subway home...

Not long after, Oscar took two cameramen, one light and one radio, and knocked on the door of this lounge.

Feng Bujue went to answer the door, and after they all came in, he set up the camera and arranged the lights.

Oscar shook hands with Feng Bujue when he came in, as if he had encountered a leader's inspection: "Tough, hard work..."

Feng Bujue said: "No, no, you have worked hard..." He paused and asked: "Eh? You still have to do a seven-stage interview?"

"No, no, I'll just interview you." Oscar replied: "This is the director's rule. I am responsible for interviewing the eliminated writers. The editors or assistant directors will record this paragraph for the remaining six. "

"Oh oh." Feng Bujue nodded.

In the lounge, there are a few fixed positions that have been measured. The two folding chairs on which the writer and the host were sitting during the interview were lying in the corner of the room. Lines were drawn on the floor to accurately mark the chair should be Place. Several staff members worked proficiently for a while, and the preparation for the interview was quickly completed.

Oscar took a manuscript, sat opposite Feng Bujue, turned his back to the camera, and said, "So... shall we start?"

Feng Bujue replied: "Okay." He was the one who was anxious to go home. Naturally, he hoped that the recording was completed as soon as possible.

"When I received the invitation from the program group. Was there any tension or...pressure?" Oscar followed the interview draft prepared in advance by himself. Started asking questions.

"Nothing."

"Have you hesitated then?" Oscar said again: "After all, he is already a famous writer. I heard that it is weird to be on this stage to PK with other writers?"

"Compared with them, I'm a no-brainer. Why are you hesitating?"

"Haha..." Oscar smiled. He picked up the portable player in his hand, clicked a few times, and placed it in front of Feng Bujue. The picture was a previously recorded video. "At that time, why did you give this program such a title?"

"It should be because I foresee the follow-up development..." Feng Bujue replied.

Oscar then asked: "Let's take a look..." He fast-forwarded a few more pictures, "Why did you write such a paragraph in the first round?"

"Why can't you write it?" Feng Bujue replied with a smile: "As you said at the time, the three key words of war, hero, and character are hard to have unexpected answers. Then I will write you Someone you can’t even think of."

Oscar nodded, pushing the progress bar at the bottom of the player screen. "When the voting results were announced in that round, what was your prediction?"

"Last one..." Feng Bujue said: "I said it was overkill."

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

"Because the outline is here." Feng Bujue tapped his temple lightly with his finger.

"Which story did you come up with in a few minutes?" Oscar asked.

"Actually...the moment you asked me to announce the answer, I only temporarily started editing it." Feng Bujue replied.

"I look like it." Oscar smiled: "Haha...but the interim editor can also take the second place, which shows that you are really good."

"If you do this kind of thing a second time, it won't have such a good effect, right." Feng Bujue said: "This time it’s because the audience has never seen my curious way of playing. So the impression It’s very deep, and many votes. If there are players to follow suit in the future, it may be unlucky."

Oscar turned back and made a gesture. The two cameramen paused the shooting, and the radio operator also put down the microphone. "Ask a personal question... After the second round, Director Fei had a few quiet conversations with you. What's the content?"

Feng Bujue obviously wouldn’t mention the words “black box operation”. He replied calmly, “Oh, then... he thinks I’m going to do it like this, so I’m sure to get out of it, so I told him in advance. I talked about the wild card matches, and then we talked about Fight Club, Schubert, and syphilis."

The corners of Oscar’s mouth twitched a few times, signaling the units to continue recording, and he dragged the player’s progress bar again: "Did you really finish the whole book in the third round?"

Fengfu smiled happily, "I found out when you came in...you hid my envelope in the inner pocket of your jacket, right." He pointed to Oscar's suit, "Since I was prepared, Come, you can try it."

Oscar smirked, took out the envelope, took out the stack of stapled A4 papers from the inside, flipped to one of them, and read: "He said with a proud air, my stupid servant, Your father is..."

The other party didn’t finish reading this sentence, and Feng Bujue continued: "Your father is a hunchback, your mother is a prostitute, your sister is mentally retarded, and you are fortunate to be a nobleman, that’s me. Slave. What do you want?"

Oscar said in a heartfelt surprise: "Mr. Bujue, your memory is amazing." He seemed to be unbelievable, and he looked at the stack of paper over and over again, making sure that he couldn't see anything from the back. Later, he said: "It's more than enough to participate in the talent show."

"Haha...no interest." Feng Bujue laughed. He seemed to be quite entangled in the novel before him, and added: "The writing of this book is really good, but the plot is too clichéd and lacks highlights. In addition, there is a short story that copied Hemingway's "Who is the death knell", but changed the age and the characters, and then changed the bombing of the bridge to assassination. In the process of reading, I felt a little familiar. I saw the sentence' No one can be self-sufficient, no one is an island' I understand. This guy basically didn't know how to continue when he wrote Chapter 30, so he set a plot from another book, and later, he made another one. After a rather boring story, I can’t write it anymore."

Oscar was stunned when he heard it, and said in his heart: So you didn't just finish reading, you read it very seriously...

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

"I was very reluctant to touch other people's works, especially this kind of eunuch's works." Feng Bujue replied: "This kind of novel gives me the feeling... like a child of someone else's family. Before the child grows up, his parents don’t care about him, throw it on the street and let him fend for himself.” He shrugged: “Now let me be an outsider to pretend to be his parents and bring him up. I don’t want to do this. It's something. Since the parents of this child don't cherish him, what am I busy with? First of all, I am not the same with this kind of parents."

"Okay, I think I understand." Oscar continued, "I want to ask, how do you feel about being eliminated? Do you regret it? Do you regret not answering the question in the third round? "

Feng Bujue couldn’t say that he was rushing to get rid of it. He scratched his head and decided to say a few words: "Well...I think it’s good to be able to participate. Thank you The editor-in-chief can think of me as a small person. Regret... Fortunately, no regrets. Regarding regret... If you do, you won’t regret it."

The interview lasted for about 15 minutes, and there were quite a lot of things to record, such as evaluating the performance of other players at a certain moment, and some modular questions and answers.

At the end of the interview, Oscar looked at the manuscript in his hand and almost finished asking the questions, so he operated the portable player, "Before asking the last question... I have a paragraph from all the other writers. When I came to "I'm a Writer", the recorded R was a mixed-cut version. I hope you can take a look."

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"The writer is..."

"Writer?"

"Well...means..."

"The writer is..."

"Use words to build a dreamer."

"A career is also a career."

"The communicator of ideas."

"It's my life."

"It is ordinary, but extraordinary..."

"It means a way of no return? Haha...cut this paragraph."

"If someone's writing is bad here and bad there, then when I write it myself, can I do it all?"

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

"The place where everyone starts is the same. We are all chasing the same dream. But many people take a detour, or... give up halfway. But I think the one who can keep going, we Different routes will lead to the same end."

"Remind yourself at all times that I am a writer. This is not in the draft, we are professional. We are here to show what a writer should do, not let everyone tell us how to write."

"If anyone can write, what do we need professional writers to do?"

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Oscar continued: "As usual~IndoMTL.com~The writers who come to our show will answer this question..." He paused: "Mr. Bujue, do you think... the two words writer, What does it mean to you?"

Feng Bujue, after reading this not-so-long R, suddenly felt that this is a difficult question to answer, "Let me think about it." He showed a very serious look. This is the whole He never showed it during the recording of the show.

Feng Bujue was silent for a long time and finally said, "I'm done."

The receiver raised the microphone again, and Oscar turned his head back and said hello to the cameraman: "Here is a close-up." He turned to face Feng Bujue and said: "OK, please speak."

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

As long as you firmly believe this and be true to yourself, you can make dreams come true. "(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)