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    A week ago, after the recording of the withdrawn episode of "I am a writer, please feel free to complain", in the lounge of contestant No. 7.

    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 this lounge with two cameramen, one lighting and one sound engineer each.

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

    When Oscar came in, he shook hands with Feng Bujuezhi, as if he was being inspected by the leader: "Hard work, hard work, hard work"

    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 you." Oscar replied: "This is the director's rule. I am responsible for interviewing the eliminated writers. The editor or assistant director will record this section for 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.  .  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. 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 followed the interview script he had prepared in advance.  Questions began.

    "No."

    "Have you ever hesitated?" Oscar asked again: "After all, you are already a famous writer. Do you think it will be weird to compete with other writers on this stage?"

    "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 he had recorded previously.  "At that time, why did you give this program such 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 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, it is difficult to have an unexpected answer for the three key words of war, hero, and character, so I will 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 console."

    "Because the outline is all 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 I just started making it up the moment you asked me to announce the answer." Feng Bujue replied.

    "It looks like it to me." Oscar smiled: "Haha But the fact that a temporary editor can also take second place 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 kind of novelty. So the impression is particularly deep.  It also gets more votes. If any contestants follow suit in the future, they may be in trouble."

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

    Feng Bujue obviously would not mention the words "secret operation". He replied calmly: "Oh, at that time he felt that if I did this, I would definitely be eliminated, so he talked to me in advance.  Next we talked about the playoffs, and then we talked about Fight Club, Schubert and syphilis."

    Oscar¡¯s mouth twitched a few times, signaling to all units to continue recording. He then dragged the player¡¯s progress bar: ¡°Did you really read the entire book in the third round?¡±

    Feng smiled unhappily, "I noticed when you came inyou hid my envelope in the inner pocket of your coat, right?" He pointed to 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 them, and read: "He said with a proud look, my stupid servant, you  His father is"

    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 servant.  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 said with a smile. He seemed to be quite entangled with the novel in front of him. He added: "The writing style of this book is indeed good, but the plot is too clich¨¦ and lacks highlights. In addition, in it  There is a short story that copied Hemingway's "For Whom the Bell Tolls", except that the era and characters were changed, and the bridge bombing was changed to an assassination. As I was reading it, I felt a bit familiar. When I saw the sentence "No one can  I understood, "No man is an island". When this guy reached the 30th chapter, he basically didn't know how to continue, so he used a plot from another book, and then made up a rather boring one.  After reading the story, I couldn¡¯t write it 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

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

    "I am 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 throw him on the street to fend for himself." He shrugged: "Now I, an outsider, are asked to pretend to be his parents and bring him up, but 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 a little person like me. It's a pityit's okay, no regrets. As for regretssince 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 evaluation of other players¡¯ performance 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 who first came to "I  When I was a writer, the VCR I recorded was a mixed version, I hope you can take a look."

    ¡­¡­¡­¡­

    "The writer is"

    "Writer?"

    "Wellit means to me"

    "A writer is"

    "Those who use words to build dreams."

    ¡°A profession is also a career.¡±

    "The disseminator of ideas."

    "It's my life."

    "It is very ordinary, but it is extraordinary"

    "It means a road of no return? Haha cut this section."

    ¡°If someone else¡¯s writing is not good here or bad there, then when you write it yourself, can you do both?¡±

    ¡°Because I like writing, I naturally persevere.¡±

    "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 persevere 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, then 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 thinkthe word writer means to you?"

    After Feng Bujue read this not-so-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 was the whole process of recording the program.  hit him??It has never been shown.

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

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