On the pedestrian street, there is a bustling crowd......

This is the most prosperous area of the city, where people are leisure, shopping, sightseeing, and a weak figure in the crowd is moving slowly. Today, she has an appointment, and she has to arrive early.

Although she doesn't like that person, as long as it is related to the work, she has to do it herself.

A café in Yunhua City.

"Lodiu, I'm here to inform you of something...... The plot of the novel needs to be revised......" Fan Xuan said proudly.

Luo Didiu was slightly stunned, and asked with some confusion, "Why?

"The fire is very hot, but at today's signing meeting, a reader asked a question, so I answered casually!" Fan Xuan laughed softly, "In order not to let them see the flaws, your next plot can only be as I say!"

"How can you !! you do this? After all, you are just the image spokesperson of this book, how can you tamper with the direction of the plot at will!" said Luo Didiu with some anger.

"I'm just an image spokesperson, wake up, Luo Didiu!" Fan Xuan's eyes flashed with a hint of disgust, and said with some disdain, "Who doesn't know now that I'm the author of this book? As for you, aren't you just a disabled girl from an orphanage? What qualifications do you have to argue with me here!"

Silence, deathly silence, a chill flashed in Luo Diu's heart, what Fan Xuan said was not bad. Although this book was written by her, in the eyes of all readers, the author is Fan Xuan, the one who has appeared so many times, and now even if she jumps out to refute it, it will be useless.

"Okay, I'm busy, go and change it according to what I said!" Fan Xuan stood up, and when she left, she said a little provocatively, "Of course, if you think you can't modify it...... I would also suggest to the editor that I find another ghostwriter... After all, readers, they recognize my name, and I don't mind replacing you!"

With that, he walked out, and the empty café was empty, and Luo Didiu was the only one left. Looking out the window, Lodiudiu's thoughts went back to a few months ago.

months ago......

"Didiu, this time, your book is selling very well! Fans have asked us to hold a new book signing? How about it? Do you want me to arrange your itinerary?" the editor-in-chief, Xue Lin, looked at Luo Didiu with an excited face. Looking forward to her reply......

A moment later

Luo Didiu slowly raised his head and looked at Xue Lin, "Sister Lin, I, I don't want to come forward to participate in the signing meeting" Luo Didiu was a little embarrassed.

"Why, why? Fans are waiting to see the true face of the great god," Xue Lin looked puzzled.

Luo Didiu lowered his head slightly, looked at his legs, and his innate inferiority complex once again prevailed.

Since childhood, because of his disability, Luo Didiu does not know how much ridicule, discrimination and bullying he has suffered from the world. Her life experience and her flaws have made her unconfident in herself. Whenever she saw someone looking at her with that kind of strange eye, she hated to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Therefore, she does not like crowded places, so she will be nervous, inferior, scared, and even suffocated......

Xue Lin stayed at her house for 4 hours, and her mouth was worn out, and this girl just refused to nod her head in agreement.

"Well, in that case, I can only resort to one last resort" Xue Lin had lost her patience and stood up, preparing to leave.

Just after taking a few steps, Xue Lin turned around again, "Oh, by the way, this time, I'm not here to inform you, but to tell you that if you don't come forward to participate in the signing meeting, then, we can only implement the next plan!"

Hearing this, Luo Didiu raised his head suddenly, "What plan?"

Xue Lin looked confident, hooked her lips, and said with a faint smile, "Find someone for you!"

"What, find someone for me?" Luo Didiu looked at Xue Lin in disbelief.

"Aren't you deceiving the readers, deceiving the fans?" said Loditius.

Xue Lin disagreed, chuckled, her face was still full of confidence, "This, don't worry, we have all arranged, as long as you don't say it, I don't say it, Fan Xuan doesn't say it, who will know?"

"But......" Luo Didiu wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Xue Lin.

"Okay, we're definitely going to hold a book signing. Since you have decided not to show up, this option is the best one. You don't have to worry so much, just write your next book. We'll do the rest!" and turned to leave.

And now, the guy who was just arrogant at her is the one who impersonated her!

Thinking of this, Loditius sighed, picked up the coffee cup and drank the last few sips of coffee. Then, rocking his wheelchair, he left the café.

In late autumn, the cold wind struck, and the yellow fallen leaves on the trees were swept up by the autumn wind, turning around on the ground, giving people a particularly depressed and desolate feeling.

………………

When she returned to her residence, it was already late, and she skillfully opened the door, looking at the light in the room and the smell of food wafting into her nose, and a trace of warmth flashed in her heart. This house was rented by Chen Ziyu back then, and although she is making a lot of money now, she has no idea of moving out of here.

It's their home, even if it's a little simple, but it gives her a sense of warmth.

As for Chen Ziyu, he is her elder brother, who grew up together in a welfare home since childhood, childhood sweethearts, two little guesses, the two are so good that they are inseparable......

"Are you back?What will happen to today's signing?I heard that it is very popular?" Chen Ziyu asked with concern.

"Well, that's good!" Lodiudiu smiled noncommittally.

She doesn't want Chen Ziyu to worry, so even if something doesn't go well, she will only hold it in her heart alone.

Chen Ziyu was busy in the kitchen, talking about something, but these Luo Didiu didn't seem to hear anything, and sat in front of the computer in a wheelchair, looking at the computer screen in a daze.

It's her book, and each of the characters in it has its own direction, and once it changes, most or all of the previous ones mean that it will also change. Although there is a clamp outside the fan, every character, every plot, and every main line

and branches, all of which are written word by word by the author.

And that impostor girl, just because of her casual remarks, wants her to change the direction of the plot? Does she know what the author needs to pay to conceive a work? Why did she, Fan Xuan, command me to revise it according to her wishes?

Thinking of this, Luo Didiu's heart became even more depressed. The editor asked her to change it, which was logical, and that Fan Xuan was just a layman, why should he criticize her works? The more Luo Didiu thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, but because Chen Ziyu was still here, she was afraid that he would worry, so she endured it and didn't have a seizure.