The next day, early in the morning.

When the sun rises high and a new day begins.

"Great achievement...... It's done!"

In the hotel room, Li Zi'an stretched his waist weakly, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes made him and the giant panda fight, and the whole person was haggard to the extreme.

A total of 240,000 words of "Sadness Flows into a River" was finally written by Li Zi'an, he sorted out the manuscript into the format required by Huaxing Publishing House, and then submitted the manuscript to the essay mailbox specified by Huaxing Publishing House, and after making sure that there were no mistakes and omissions, he fell straight on the bed.

Almost as soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep.

He has already done everything he should do, and whether he can survive in a desperate situation depends on God's arrangement.

……

Kyoto.

Huaxing Publishing House Headquarters.

Newsroom.

As one of the four major publishing houses in China with a history of 100 years, Huaxing Publishing House has five branches around the world and has more than 1,000 employees, and Gao Yiwen is one of these 1,000 employees, a review editor in the editorial department.

Gao Yiwen has worked for five years, and some time ago was temporarily transferred to the review team of the essay collection activity on the theme of boycotting school violence, and in the past two months, the manuscripts reviewed every day are difficult to count.

Today is the last day of the essay contest, and she is in a good mood when she thinks that she will have three days off after the essay contest is over.

In the morning, I came to the office area, turned on the computer casually, and then said hello to my colleagues around me.

"Sister Wen, we are all guessing who will win the grand prize in this essay contest, who do you have in mind?" asked the young male colleague opposite Gao Yiwen's workstation with a smile at Gao Yiwen.

Gao Yiwen stroked the broken hair in his ears and said with a smile: "Who else can there be, Bacheng is the young best-selling author Chen Guoping, the books he wrote used to be some chicken soup, but I didn't expect this time to transform into a realistic literary creation, not to mention, the writing is really good." ”

After hearing Gao Yiwen's speculation, everyone immediately showed a lack of interest, because Gao Yiwen almost completely matched their speculation, and they all felt that Chen Guoping had the best chance of winning the award.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Gao Yiwen smiled, opened the office system, and the manuscripts were randomly distributed by the system, looking at the dozens of unreviewed manuscripts that he still had, Gao Yiwen sighed lightly and began to conduct a short screening first.

""The Domineering Boy Falls in Love with Me"?"

""The Story of the Cohabitation of the Young Master of the Underworld"?"

"The Correction of the Bad Maniac?"

“……”

"Hehe......"

Looking at the names of those manuscripts, if she had just joined the essay group two months ago, she might have complained twice, but now she is as calm as water, and she has seen too many manuscripts with such names.

Gao Yiwen held his cheek with his left hand, and slowly rolled the mouse's pulley with his right hand.

Suddenly, Gao Yiwen's right hand paused.

"'Sadness Flows Into a River'?"

"That name seems pretty normal......"

Gao Yiwen muttered to himself, and then opened the manuscript casually.

……

Title: "Sadness Flows Into a River"

Author: An Zimu

Wedge:

Have you ever dreamed of such endless moonlit waters?

Huge black waves that rose silently erupted on the horizon with the power of silence.

In this way, from just wetting the soles of my feet, to covering the instep of my feet, and spilling over my calves, step by step, I walked towards the cold and silent abyss.

Have you ever heard such a voice?

It sounded far away, but very close.

It was as if a tiny bug had flown into the ear hole.

Buzzing in the ear cavity and flapping its wings.

……

Just a wedge, Gao Yiwen was attracted by the novel's delicate language and deep and calm style, which made him serious all of a sudden.

Gao Yiwen looked at the screen intently, then put on his office glasses casually, and put the notebook in front of him at the same time.

Soon, Gao Yiwen was completely immersed in the world of this story, and every character in it was so vivid and vivid.

Yi Yao, whose parents divorced since he was a child, lives in a nightmare of crying, moaning, cursing, poverty, and despair every day; Qi Ming, a good student in the eyes of teachers and parents, has excellent appearance and excellent grades, and can be called the pride of the sky; Tang Xiaomi, who is jealous and ruthless, is inconsistent on the outside and dark in his heart......

The story is set in the streets and alleys, and the disputes inside and outside the school make the five children in the mood for love begin to fall into tragedy.

Time ticked by, a few hours, a total of 240,000 words of the novel, Gao Yiwen quickly saw the second half.

Who says school violence can only be a brawl and a fight?

The wanton spread of gossip is actually the sharpest knife in the hands of school violence!

There is nothing more to kill than to punish the heart, and to kill people invisibly!

It's not uncommon on campuses today, but it's rarely expressed.

Gao Yiwen saw the back, tears couldn't stop flowing, she couldn't imagine that Yi Yao was in that environment, facing the suspicion and abuse of teachers and classmates, facing the secret ridicule of neighbors, and even her mother wanted her to die.

In that situation, how hard it is to be alive.

Perhaps, only death can be liberated!

So Yi Yao finally did not hesitate to take a leap and choose to be free, in this way to prove her innocence, but at the cost of her life.

……

Your heavy breath in the darkness is the familiar fog of the early morning alley.

Your warm chest.

A huge river of sorrow and silence flows slowly.

(Final)

……

When he saw the last word, the scroll wheel of Gao Yiwen's mouse could no longer scroll downward.

The story ends......

Gao Yiwen only felt that his heart was very painful, and that feeling was as if he had witnessed the sinking of five young people in the flower season.

She exhaled deeply, then slowly leaned back in her chair.

"Eh, what are you doing?!"

However, when she leaned back in the chair, she realized that she was unknowingly surrounded by a circle of people.

"Sister Wen, we just saw you crying a lot, so we all came over to take a look at you......"

Gao Yiwen was a little dazed: "Did I cry a lot just now?"

"You look at your trash can......"

When Gao Yiwen heard this, he looked towards his trash can, only to see that his trash can had already been filled with snot paper to the point of overflowing.

"Sister Wen, have you found any good works?

Gao Yiwen suddenly remembered at this time that he was reviewing the manuscript, and there were only a few hours left before the end of the essay competition.

"Get up, I'm going to see the team leader!" Gao Yiwen hurriedly got up from the chair and hurriedly ran towards the team leader's office: "The first name of this essay contest is here, in front of this novel, Chen Guoping is not worthy of lifting his shoes!"

Looking at Gao Yiwen's back, he left a confused colleague.

Sister Wen just said...... Chen Guoping doesn't deserve to carry shoes?"

"What kind of text, is it that good?"

"There should be, it shouldn't be bad to be able to make Sister Wen cry like that......"

"Why don't we take a look at ...... too?"

……

Soon, there were rumors in Huaxing Publishing House today, saying that the employees of the essay editing team were about to have a holiday, and the whole group of people who were excited cried all afternoon, and they were crying bitterly, and it was difficult to be self-conscious......

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