Fang Zheng said: "Well...it's not that miserable."
Yu Nian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It will only be worse than you think, you know? I'm getting married today."
Fang Zheng nodded to express his understanding.
Yu Nian said: "But you must not know how many times I went on blind dates before I got to this point."
Fang Zheng said: "How many times?"
Yu Nian said: "I started going on blind dates three years ago, five times a month, sixty times a year, and one hundred and eighty times in three years! Basically, I used all the resources around me before I found someone who was willing to talk to me more.
Two sentences. In most cases, when the woman asks me what I do, I say I’m an online writer, and that’s basically the end of the matter.”
Fang Zheng said: "So miserable?"
Yu Nian said: "Absolutely. In the eyes of most girls, Internet writers are a group of poor and scumbag otakus. Because they don't know you, they can only ask their friends around them. Most of the Internet writers their friends know
They are all one of the five to six million people, or the kind who are barely making ends meet. So the feedback I get is...it is impossible to live this life."
Fang Zheng said: "Then do you hate them?"
Yu Nian shook his head and said: "If you don't hate me, why do you hate me? I'm not wrong in the first place. It's just a blind date, not a betrayal. Everyone has the right to choose their own happiness. I can't ask others to make do with me just because of my misfortune."
Bar."
When Fang Zheng heard this, he smiled: "It's good that you think so. You said before that you were still one thousand two thousand last year, so how much is it this year?"
Yu Nian said: "I can be regarded as a slow bird. After ten years of hard training, my literary skills finally exploded in the second half of last year. I can now earn more than 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month. Plus channel fees, and physical publishing
In terms of fees, the most I received in one month was more than 100,000."
Speaking of this, Yu Nian was quite proud, and then he did not forget to add: "Moreover, my copyright is also being negotiated. If it succeeds, I should be able to get about one million."
Fang Zheng gave a thumbs up and said: "Awesome, so your conditions should be very good. At least, better than most people in Songwu County, right?"
Yu Nian said: "I think so too, but when it comes to marriage, I think it's useless. The woman must also feel the same way..."
Fang Zheng said: "By the way, are you getting married today? Why did you come to this poor monk?"
Speaking of this, Yu Nian's eyes, which were originally full of energy, dimmed instantly, and he said bitterly: "Master, I actually want to ask you whether I should continue writing online articles."
Fang Zheng said: "Why do you need to ask this poor monk?"
Yu Nian subconsciously took out a pack of cigarettes and wanted to smoke, but when he took it out, he remembered that this was a temple and smoking was not allowed.
Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Let's go out for a walk. You can smoke outside."
Yu Nian nodded gratefully and followed Fang Zheng out.
Although the snow on the mountain is thick, it has not snowed for many days in a row. The mountain wind is strong enough to blow the thick snow into a slate-like snow shell. When you step on it, you will not sink. It is like walking on the mountain.
It looks like it's on the concrete floor.
The only difference is that it's a little slippery...
In addition, there are so many tourists. People who come every day have carved a path in many places on the mountain with just their feet.
Therefore, it is not difficult for two people to walk.
Yu Nian lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then said, "I'm very confused. I don't know if I should continue."
Fang Zheng said nothing and waited quietly.
Yu Nian continued: "I like writing, I have liked it since I was a child, but there has never been any channel through which I can make a living. You know, the sales volume of traditional publications is not high, and the remuneration paid is pitiful. The most important thing is
Yes, it doesn’t matter if you don’t, it’s very difficult to be selected. So, even if it’s just a few dollars, it’s not that easy to earn.”
Fang Zheng nodded with deep feeling, because there used to be an old man in Yizhi Village who used to teach in a private school. He talked a lot about it and was convoluted in every sentence. At that time, Fang Zheng felt that the other party was bitter, but when Fang Zheng grew up,
, only then did I realize that the old gentleman was speaking in a coherent manner, quoting from classics, and what he said was very exciting.
Fang Zheng still remembers that the old man got angry once and stood on the street and cursed for more than an hour. Finally, he recited an article. Fang Zheng was curious and listened to it, but he didn't remember it.
Later, when I went to school and learned about this article, I realized that it was a poem used by Mr. Wen Yiduo to curse people - Dead Water!
At that time, the old gentleman submitted an article to a county publication, but it was rejected.
It didn’t matter if he rejected it. The old man told others at first that there were too many excellent writers in the world, but what he wrote was still not good...
But when that issue came out, the old man took a look and found that the poem that took his place was actually...
"Ah, sky, you are so blue.
You are so blue...
I dream about flying up there,
It’s a pity there was no chance.”
Yes, it is such a poem that replaced the poem that the old gentleman had been pondering for a month.
So the old man became angry and ran to the county town all night, blocking the door of the publication and yelling at the people inside. Later I found out that the person who wrote the poem was a retired cadre who had nothing to do, but also wanted to be a scholar.
, cultivate your sentiment.
That poem not only replaced the old man's poem, but also won the city's grand prize that year. The cadre himself was so confused at the time that when he went to receive the award, he threw away the certificate and said: "What the hell..."
Can my piece of shit still win an award? Are you kidding me? Or are you scolding me?"
Then the veteran cadre walked away...
That became a joke at the time.
The old gentleman didn't know what happened next. Anyway, after that incident, he started to curse when he came back and started reciting "Dead Water" on that day.
Fang Zheng couldn't remember the entire content of Dead Water, but the last one or two sentences always made him feel very happy, so the impression was extremely profound. He can still recite it now: It's better to let the ugly cultivate it and see what kind of world it creates.
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng also said casually.
When Yu Nian heard this, he said with emotion: "Hey, although it's not all like that, as long as you have bad luck and encounter one, you probably won't be in the mood to write."
Fang Zheng nodded slightly. The old gentleman from that time left Yizhi Village after that incident, and then there was no news from him.
I guess I am also desperate for something...
Yu Nian said: "Fortunately, later on, online articles appeared, and I saw an opportunity again. When I earned my first remuneration from online articles, which was two hundred yuan for full attendance, I decided that this was the path, and it was mine.
It's my hobby, and if I work hard, it's possible to support myself, that's enough. Ten years have passed, and it's really hard for me to give up suddenly..."