After rebirth, she first killed the book thief, and she was busy writing articles to save people Chapter 479: I am the protagonist

Novels are fiction.

But the book about death that Jiang Baige wants to write is her own story, trying to restore her feelings about death.

For someone who has been in the online literature circle for many years, this is a huge challenge.

Because in the "circle" of literature, although many people read online literature, and there are also many online literatures that have been adapted into TV series and movies, have a huge influence, and have been published as best-selling books, online literature has always been outside of "literature".

People who read online articles are "not up to standard", and the same goes for people who write online articles.

No matter how many readers you have or how popular your books are, they cannot be compared with "pure literature" where publishing a short story in a magazine only earns a few thousand yuan and publishing a book only prints a few thousand copies.

Online literature always seems to be inferior.

But when Jiang Baige decided to write this book, she did not consider whether she would be accepted by the "literary circle".

She was fed up with the various structures in the patriarchal society that made women lose their power and voice, and various "circles" were one of them.

If you want to fit into a circle, you have to cater to it and give up something.

But she couldn't do any of them.

She even refused to give face to Zhao Bi, who used generous conditions to recruit her to the Blue Literature Network, let alone others?

You can call her egocentric or self-centered...

Only she, who has lived two lifetimes and never lived past the age of 30, knows how short life is and how worthless it is to worry about others.

In the past, she focused on writing about women's stories and women's growth in the female-oriented romance novels, which has the largest readership, for her own sake.

Now, as an online writer, she is going to challenge non-fiction literature, also for her own sake.

On the day Lin Xingran left Zhalan, Jiang Baige sent a push message with a very eye-catching title: "I broke up with my best partner because of writing a non-fiction book."

This title really attracted traffic, with over 10,000 views on the day it was posted.

Lin Xingran didn't see this push notification until the next day, and Jiang Baige's phone was bombarded with calls.

But it wasn’t a question, it was an attempt to “take credit”: “If an editor comes to you to help you publish your novel because of this post, you have to treat me to a meal.”

In the article, Jiang Baige said that she was going to write a book about death, but she didn’t mention that the person who was going to die was herself; she said that Lin Xingran didn’t support her doing this, but changed the reason to: “You are an online writer, why are you writing non-fiction!”

Then come to the conclusion -

Are online writers not qualified to talk about literature? After all, she is a graduate of a formal school, and she does not believe in evil. So she must finish writing this non-fiction book.

Finally, a small advertisement: If any editor is interested, please leave a private message.

After going through the whole process, she has figured out online marketing.

Jiang Baige smiled and replied to Lin Xingran: "Don't tell me, don't tell me, when I woke up this morning, I actually received a few private messages from you."

"But have you ever thought about this? If you write this book about dying and the examination shows that there is nothing wrong...what will you do?"

Jiang Baige didn't answer.

She didn't know what to say.

Because she knew that there was no such possibility, but she couldn't explain to Lin Xingran why she knew that there was no such possibility.

The topic fell into silence, and the two ended the conversation tacitly.

After this phone call, Jiang Baige completely entered a state of "reclusion". Apart from reading and watching the sea, she also wrote.

She revised the opening several times before choosing the one she liked best:

"I looked at the medical report in front of me. The words 'late-stage pancreatic cancer' stung my eyes. But I didn't despair. I just threw the report away. What a cliché, I thought. It really only deserves to appear in my dreams.

But wasn't I at the book signing event? How could I fall asleep and have a dream? The next second, I felt like I was punched in the head.

I suddenly opened my eyes. It was a pitch-black night and a snow-white room. I remembered.

I fainted at the book signing event and am now in the hospital. I thought I would be able to go home soon, but my best friend said: Xiaobai, the doctor said you need a more detailed examination.

Just when my wonderful life was about to begin a new chapter, the nightmare began. "

……

Every word in this book reflects Jiang Baige’s truest feelings.

She did not even shy away from her "rebirth", but simply used clever artistic processing to express it through imagination, hallucinations, dreams, and conjectures.

It can be said that this book is completely candid and contains no secrets.

She even didn't dare to look back, for fear that she would feel ashamed and embarrassed, and then revise it beyond recognition, turning it directly from non-fiction into fiction.

Her relationship with the B&B owner gradually became closer.

After her boss knew that she wrote novels, he stubbornly called her a "novelist". Jiang Baige tried to stop her several times but to no avail. She then began to enjoy the vanity satisfaction brought by this chance acquaintance.

Occasionally, when she felt tired of writing, Jiang Baige would go to her boss for tea.

Maybe a little wine in the evening.

However, Jiang Baige's alcohol tolerance was not good. After drinking, he would always sleep in his room for the whole day, but after waking up, his brain would be clearer than ever before.

She included this section in her book as well.

In fact, she wrote about all the people she had met over the years who she had helped and who had helped her.

Of course, she was very careful to protect their privacy.

She also wrote about her dream after her death - to set up a foundation that would use the money she earned while she was alive to help others.

When Lin Xingran saw this, he smiled: "You started paving the way for the foundation's future so early? It seems... your determination to die is stronger than I thought."

The second half of the sentence was said with gnashing of teeth, but after all, she has a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

No one read the manuscript written by Jiang Baige, and she needed opinions, so naturally she could only entrust it to Lin Xingran, who was an editor and one of the only two people who knew about the whole thing.

Jiang Baige wrote this book for almost a month, from the time she arrived in Zhalan at the end of October until the first snow fell in Zhalan in November.

If I write online articles on a regular basis, I can write at least 200,000 words in this month, which is enough for a non-fiction book.

In fact, writing inspiration and writing speed are not a problem for Jiang Baige.

Her problem is: Kawen.

"I said there are no boundaries in writing, whether it's online writing or non-fiction, I'm afraid of getting stuck."

Jiang Baige sighed and threw the typed manuscript aside.

After the first snow, she was almost done with the book.

Because this book records her life, she is dying now, but she is not dead yet, so she doesn't know how to predict her own death.

I can make it up, but is that still non-fiction?

She shifted her gaze from the sea outside the window back to the computer screen, preparing to force herself to write.

The black screen lit up again, but it was not the electronic document she was familiar with, but a series of familiar faces flashed before her like a revolving lantern...