Chapter 235 I Am Such a Writer

() A week ago, after the recording of the live session of "I am a writer, please feel free to complain", in the lounge of contestant No. 7.レ思♥路客レ

Feng Bujue, who didn't write a single word in the final round, was undoubtedly eliminated. After chatting with other players for a while, he returned to the lounge with a happy face and drank canned coffee. Just wait for the interview session to end and take the subway home...

Not long after, Oscar knocked on the door of the lounge with two cameramen, one lighting and one sound engineer each.

Feng Bujue answered the door, and after they all came in, he began to set up the camera position and arrange the lights.

Oscar shook hands with Feng Bujuezhi when he came in, as if he was inspecting by the leader: "Work hard, work hard..."

Feng Bujue said, "No, no, thank you for your hard work..." He paused and asked, "Eh? You still have to do seven interviews, right?"

"No, no, I will interview only one of you." Oscar replied: "This is the director's rule. I am responsible for interviewing the eliminated writers. The editor or assistant director will record the remaining six."

"Oh." Feng Bujue nodded.

There are several fixed camera positions that have been measured in the lounge. The two folding chairs where the writer and host were sitting during the interview are lying in the corner of the room. Lines are drawn on the floor to accurately mark where the chairs should be placed. Location. Several staff members worked skillfully for a while, and the preparations for the interview were quickly completed.

Oscar held a manuscript, sat opposite Feng Bujue, turned his back to the camera, and said, "Then... shall we get started?"

Feng Bujue replied: "Okay." He was the one who was in a hurry to go home, so naturally he hoped to finish recording as soon as possible.

"When you received the invitation from the program team, were you nervous or... pressured?" Oscar started asking questions according to the interview script he had prepared in advance.

"No."

"Have you ever hesitated?" Oscar asked again: "After all, you are already a famous writer. I heard that you are going to compete with other writers on this stage. Does it feel weird?"

"Compared with them, I'm just a nobody. Why are you hesitating?"

"Haha..." Oscar laughed. He picked up the portable player at hand, clicked it a few times, and placed it in front of Feng Bujue. On the screen was a video recorded before, "At that time, why did the program have such a name?" A title?"

"It should be because he had a premonition of the subsequent development..." Feng Bujue replied.

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

"Why can't you write it?" Feng Bujue replied with a smile: "It's like you said at the time. It's hard to have an unexpected answer for these three key words: war, hero, and character, so I'll write one that no one can think of. Character."

Oscar nodded and pushed the progress bar at the bottom of the player screen, "When the voting results are announced in that round. Where do you predict you will be?"

"The last one..." Feng Bujue said, "I said it was a bit overkill."

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

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

"How many minutes did it take you to come up with that story?" Oscar asked.

"Actually... the moment you asked me to announce the answer, I just started making it up temporarily." Feng Bujue replied.

"It looks like it to me." Oscar smiled: "Haha... But the temporary editor can also take 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." Feng Bujue said: "This time it's because the audience has never seen my novelty style, so they were particularly impressed. It also gets a lot of votes. It might be bad luck if any players follow suit in the future.”

Oscar then turned around and gestured, the two cameramen paused filming, and the radio engineer also put down the microphone, "Ask a personal question... Director Fei had a few words with you after the second round. What was it?" content?"

It was obvious that Feng Bujue would not mention the words "secret operation". He replied calmly: "Oh, at that time... he thought I was doing this. He was definitely going to be eliminated, so he talked to me in advance. Then we talked about Fight Club, Schubert and syphilis.”

The corner of Oscar's mouth twitched a few times, indicating to all units to continue recording. He then dragged the progress bar of the player: "In the third round, have you really read the entire book?"

Feng smiled unhappily, "I noticed when you came in...you hid my envelope in the inner pocket of your coat, right?" He pointed at Oscar's suit, "Since you came prepared, you You can try it.”

Oscar smiled, took out the envelope, took out the stack of A4 papers stapled together, flipped to one of the papers, and read: "He said with a proud look, my stupid servant, your father yes……"

Before the other party finished reading this sentence, Feng Bujue continued: "Your father is a hunchback, your mother is a prostitute, your sister is mentally retarded, and you are lucky enough to become a noble, that is, my slave. . "What else do you want?"

Oscar was surprised from the bottom of his heart: "I don't know, Teacher, your memory is amazing." As if he couldn't believe it, he turned over the pile of paper in his hand and looked at it. After confirming that nothing could be seen from the back, he looked at it again. Said: "It's more than enough to participate in the talent show."

"Haha... not interested." Feng Bujue laughed. He seemed to be quite entangled in the novel in front of him. He added: "The writing of this book is indeed good, but the plot is too cliché and lacks highlights. In addition, there is a short paragraph in it. The story is copied from Hemingway's "For Whom the Bell Tolls", but the era and characters are changed, and the bridge bombing is changed to an assassination. As I read it, I felt a bit familiar. When I saw the sentence "No one can save himself." , "No man is an island" and I understood. This guy didn't know how to continue when he wrote Chapter 30, so he used a plot from another book, and then made up a rather boring story. After that, I couldn’t write anymore.”

Oscar was stunned when he heard this, and thought to himself: It turns out that you not only finished reading, but also read it very seriously...

"Are you really that... unwilling to write the final chapter of this book? Even if you just write it casually, you will still get a certain number of votes." Oscar asked again.

"I'm particularly reluctant to touch other people's works, especially this kind of eunuch's work." Feng Bujue replied: "This kind of novel gives me the feeling... like a child from other people's family. This child has not yet When he grows up, his parents will ignore him and leave him to die on the street." He shrugged: "Now I, an outsider, have to pretend to be his parent and bring him up. I won't do that. Since this child’s parents don’t cherish him, what should I do? First of all, I am not the same person as this kind of parents.”

"Okay, I think I understand." Oscar continued, "I also want to ask, how do you feel about being eliminated? Do you have any regrets? Do you regret that you did not answer the question in the third round?"

It was impossible for Feng Bujue to say that he was just playing for the sake of being eliminated. He scratched his head and decided to say a few words: "Well... I think it would be great to be able to participate. Thank you to the editors of the program team for being able to participate." Thinking of me, a little person. It’s a pity...it’s not a pity. As for regrets...since I did it, I won’t regret it.”

This interview lasted for about fifteen minutes, and there was quite a lot to record, such as comments on the performance of other players at a certain moment, some standardized questions and answers, etc.

At the end of the interview, Oscar looked at the manuscript in his hand. He had almost finished asking the questions, so he operated the portable player, "Before asking the last question... I have a paragraph where all the other writers are new to " "I am a writer", the VCR recorded is a mixed version, I hope you can take a look."

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"The writer is..."

"Writer?"

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

"A writer is..."

"Those who use words to build dreams."

"A career is also a career."

"A communicator of ideas."

"It's my life."

"It's very ordinary, but it's also extraordinary..."

"Meaning a point of no return? Haha... cut this section."

"If someone says something is not good here or something is not good there, then when I write it myself, can I do both?"

“Because I like writing, I naturally persevered.”

"We all start from the same place, and we all chase the same dream. But many people take detours, or... give up halfway. But I think that for those who can persist to the end, we will reach the same destination by different paths. "

"You must always remind yourself that I am a writer. This is not a draft, we are professionals. It is us who show what writers should be like, rather than letting everyone tell us how to write."

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

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Oscar continued: "According to convention, writers who come to our program have to answer this question..." He paused: "Teacher Bujue, what do you think...the word writer means to you?"

After Feng Bujue watched this short VCR, he suddenly felt that this was a difficult question to answer. "Let me think about it." He showed a very serious look. This was the recording of the entire program. He never showed it during the process.

After a long silence, Feng Bujue finally said: "I've thought about it."

The radio engineer raised the microphone again, and Oscar turned back to greet the cameraman: "Here's a close-up." He turned back to Feng Bujue and said: "OK, please speak."

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

As long as you firmly believe in this and be true to yourself, you can make your dreams become reality. "