"You really don't believe that I'm destined to die alone?"

"Don't believe me?"

"Why?"

"The old man won't be so young, little brother, don't make trouble, call the real old man out."

"Why don't you believe it?" Wei Xia shook his head in distress: "Who told you that you are destined to be lonely and old age?" ”

"Intuition. [Fengyun Novel Reading Network]" Cocoon said, pointing to her forehead: "Young people can't write a novel like "Ghost Lost Heart". ”

"Don't you know that there is a special creature in this world called genius." Wei Xia was very distressed.

That reason is that he really can't write "Ghost Lost Heart" at his age, if he doesn't copy Qu Muyun's fourth-level writing ability, Wei Xia's writing ability is definitely the same as before, a comparison of scum.

However, copying Qu Muyun's writing ability, Wei Xia had many more insights, perceptions, and knowledge in his mind, as if he had experienced it himself. It is equivalent to Qu Muyun's various emotions after experiencing some things, and he really felt them.

Therefore, Wei Xia is now very naïve like his peers, and sometimes he is extremely mature.

In this way, Wei Xia's other half of his heart, or the other him, is equivalent to a middle-aged man who has gone through vicissitudes, with unusual experience and massive knowledge. Of course, I can write "Ghost Lost Heart".

In the eyes of others, it is a little abnormal for him to write a novel written by a high school student like a man who is not confused.

It's normal for cocoons not to believe it.

"Since you don't believe it, then I'll prove it to you." Wei Xia was helpless.

"You prove it at will." The cocoon still looked disbelieving.

After some proof, Wei Xia told the chat history between him and Cocoon, and then borrowed a laptop from the bartender in the café, logged in to the author's background, and asked Cocoon to read his author information, and Cocoon believed that Wei Xia was destined to die alone after watching the fire together for a long time.

"Who would have thought that the destined to die lonely and sought after by hundreds of thousands of readers, the old man in their eyes is big, and the old man is actually a high school student." The cocoon was unbelievable, looking at Wei Xia's stains, looking left and right.

At this time, her attitude towards Wei Xia changed slightly, but she still regarded Wei Xia as a junior.

"I really don't know how your brain grows, or what you have experienced, you can actually write a high-quality and high-level novel like "Ghost Lost Heart", as far as I know, in the online literature industry, there are no more than ten authors who can write "Ghost Lost Heart" with deep connotation, but it is sought after by different types of readers."

Cocoon is telling the truth, many popular networks have no connotation, just want to be refreshing.

However, many novels with connotation are very niche, and few people like to read them.

There are not many novels like "Ghost Lost Heart", which have both connotation and are loved.

"I'm just telling my own story." Wei Xia said this sentence full of meaning.

The cocoon burst out laughing, covered his mouth and chuckled: "It's the same as the truth, "Ghost Lost Heart" is a supernatural suspense novel, if you say this, have you really seen ghosts?" ”

"Yes." Wei Xia nodded seriously, pointed to his heart, then looked at the full chest of the cocoon, stretched out his finger, and said, "There is a ghost living in everyone's heart. ”

The cocoon was stunned, reached out to open Wei Xia's hand, and said, "If you say that you are fat, you will gasp, and you will still pretend to be in my face until it is over." ”

"You've seen through it." Wei Xia spread his hands, and then Zhengse said: "I hope that after signing a contract with Xinchang, you can keep it secret for me, and don't tell others my age, real name, and real identity." In real life, I just want to be an ordinary person. ”

"I understand this, although many people seem to be beautiful, but their hearts are miserable, and they can't go back to the ordinary life of the past after becoming popular. And you are still a student, but you can write an essay like "Ghost Lost Mind", if it is known to the outside world, it will definitely cause an uproar. Cocoon nodded.

"It's good that you can understand, I hope you don't take my disrespect for words at ease."

"You know, how can I bother with a child."

Wei Xia has a black line on his forehead, his age is hard, even if Cocoon knows that he is the author of "Ghost Lost Heart", he still treats him as a child.

"Let's not talk about that, let's talk about the contract." Wei Xia said.

Cocoon nodded, took out a side of the document from the bag beside her, handed it over, and said: "I have prepared the contract, the same conditions as we negotiated last night, you can see, if there is no problem, we will sign the contract, and then discuss some work after the sale of "Ghost Lost Heart", and then I will need your help." ”

Wei Xia took the document casually and asked, "What do you want me to help with?" ”

"Your fans in the old lang are a large group, and you will need to promote it on the old lang Weibo, and of course, we will also help you to promote it."

Wei Xia nodded, he knew that many books would be promoted after they were published, such as asking critics to make the book affordable and then posting it to newspapers, or asking celebrities to help promote it in some places such as Weibo.

Of course, only a very small number of people can receive this kind of publicity, and most writers do not have this kind of treatment, as for some famous writers such as Han Han, Guo Jingming, Yi Zhongtian, Mo Yan, etc., after their new publications are put on the shelves, the news will report them, which is equivalent to propaganda in disguise.

Wei Xia is a pure newcomer in the publishing industry, and he has no foundation, so it is impossible to receive this kind of treatment.

"Oh, by the way, you will need to go to some of the larger cities in China to sign the sale, such as the imperial capital, Pearl City and other large cities."

"Still want to sign it?" Wei Xia opened his mouth wide: "Didn't I say that I didn't want to reveal my true identity?" ”

"Don't worry, this will not reveal your true identity, and the signing of new writers will not attract the attention of the media. And you're wearing a big hat and sunglasses, and who will recognize you. ”

"Okay." Wei Xia nodded in agreement, looked at the contract, looked at it, frowned, raised his head, and asked, "Why do you still want to sell the traditional copyright of "Ghost Lost Heart" to you?" ”

Wei Xia knows that traditional copyright probably refers to a kind of copyright that translates novels into traditional Chinese characters for sale, and generally sells novels in traditional Chinese and other places.

Because to this day, the common font in Taiwan is still traditional Chinese.

However, the publication of traditional Chinese books is generally carried out by local publishing houses in Taiwan.

"Oh, our Hsin Chong Publishing House has a branch in Taiwan, and this time the publication of traditional Chinese characters will be carried out at the same time, and the publication of traditional Chinese characters will be carried out by the branch in Taiwan, you can rest assured. The traditional royalty is the same as your simplified royalty, and the publicity over there will not be lower than here, and our Xinchang Publishing House still has a pretty good status in Taiwan. ”

Wei Xia nodded, if Wantai is regarded as a province in China, then, in the whole of China, among all the provincial-level administrative regions, the best sales of published books will be Wantai.

Wantai is a place of great concern for writers, and the market there is very prosperous.

Wei Xia looked at it, there was nothing wrong with the contract, so he signed it, and then went to the printing shop with Cocoon to make two copies of his ID card, signed his name, one was given to Cocoon, and the other was kept for himself.

The contract brought by Cocoon was two, and after Wei Xia signed it, Cocoon signed it on behalf of Xinchang Publishing House, stamped it, and then held one copy with Wei Xia.

"I still can't believe it, you are actually destined to die alone, you know, I have read "Ghost Lost Heart", I think I have experienced a lot of wind, I have this unique view of everything, but I have to admit, I can't write a novel like "Ghost Lost Heart". Wei Xia, are you really a high school student? Cocoon already knew Wei Xia's name at this time.

"Since you don't believe me, then think of me as an old monster who has rejuvenated, or a stranger with a childlike face, or, in fact, I am reborn."

"Well, the world, there are no wonders, rejuvenation, and there are a few such cases in the legend of the eternal childhood, but it's too for you to say that you were reborn and came back."

"How could it not, actually, before I came back from rebirth, I was a loving couple with you, believe it or not." Wei Xia approached the cocoon.

"What are you talking about?" The cocoon looked away.

"Hahaha, who is joking with you, I'm serious." Wei Xia restrained his smile and looked serious, as if he was stating a fact: "Believe it or not, but, sooner or later, I will take you back from other men." ”

"You-" Cocoon's face suddenly sank: "Wei Xia, don't make such jokes!" ”

"Ok, ok, smile, don't be so rigid."

Originally, Wei Xia wanted to leave the cocoon after dinner, but the cocoon seemed to have something to go back to deal with, so he refused.

Wei Xia and Cocoon come to the airport and send Cocoon away.

"Little man, if you have time, come to the imperial capital to play with me, and I will find time to accompany you then." If you still want to meet me, please cooperate with me next time. Also, I believe that you will join the Chinese Writers Association in the near future, and I am also a member of the Writers Association. The cocoon waved at Wei Xia from afar.

The green silk is fluttering, the smile is like a flower, and the style is varied.

At this time, the cocoon seems to have the charm that fascinates all men in the world.

Wei Xia actually felt a kind of reluctance in his heart, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

Hell, this woman.

Judging from the charm that only mature young women exude from her, Wei Xia believes that she is indeed in her thirties, and women of this age should all be married to women, and their children may have gone to school.

Wei Xia felt that this was a mysterious woman, but he didn't know that in the heart of the cocoon, he was also a mysterious little man, cute and interesting, with the vigor of a young man, but with the composure and humor of a middle-aged man.

"How could I have some weird thoughts?" Wei Xia threw the nonsensical thoughts out of his mind, waved his hand at the cocoon, turned around directly, and strode away.

The mountains are high and the rivers are far away, and there is a fate to see you again.

Goodbye