The author is not very old, and lives alone in a small three-story house, in the depths of a certain urban area. This urban area retains its original appearance when the city is developed, and it is now a popular tourist check-in place with a certain sense of age in Kuncheng.

In Queenstown, except for those rich people in high society, it is already a great thing to be able to own a house by one person. Xia He hadn't carefully checked the author's background, but she could probably guess something.

In this city, it is easy to live, except for those who are engaged in business, they are in politics, or they are in the margins. Looking at the area where the author lives, it doesn't look like a businessman, so he has a certain political connection.

The author is not good at talking, and before Xia He has parked his bicycle, he begins to educate Xia He about being unpunctual, begins to complain that the publishing house does not pay attention to it, and begins to personally attack the editors.

Xia He sighed helplessly, fortunately her movement was not much, otherwise the author's target of attack would have become herself.

This era is too impetuous, and people don't get too many things, so they either feel sorry for themselves or start hating society. They will attribute all the reasons to society, that is, they will not look for problems in themselves.

When he entered the room, the author sat down directly, took the manuscript and began to say his thoughts, Xia He could only quickly glance at what he had written, and then patiently listen to what he wanted to express.

He spoke a little babblingly, but his thoughts were very clear, so Xia He didn't have much trouble listening. Xia He knew that he couldn't get used to the editors who were holding the computer and the recorder, so she took her notebook and pens of various colors to make different notes.

Xia He was a little helpless, she didn't know how a person like this could survive in this society for so long. But after thinking about it, people like Zhao Xiaojing can also have a family and a job, and the author is just more aggressive, in essence, he is not the kind of bad person who is so bad that he can't be helped.

Xia He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and forgot to buy water on the way, but fortunately, it was the author who was talking all the time, and until now she entered the house, she has said no more than five sentences in total. 510 Literature

"That's about it. The author picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of hot tea, then slowly lit a cigarette.

"Understood, don't worry, I will convey your meaning to the editor-in-chief. Natsuwa put away his pen.

In fact, she understands the author's worries, if the author can't understand what he wants to express, then he will feel somewhat lost, and he wants the editor-in-chief to understand his thoughts, and not to change or delete large paragraphs.

Everyone wants to find an outlet to shout to society, but not everyone can do it smoothly.

Xia He knew that Chang Qiming would definitely delete according to the ideas that the publishing house wanted to express, and the author didn't seem to want Chang Qiming to be his editor-in-chief, but he was not satisfied after changing it several times, and then Chang Qiming opened it directly, and the author didn't dare to do so much anymore.

On the way back, Xia He was in a happy mood, plugged headphones in his ears, and listened to the music slowly flowing into his ears.

It's been a long time since she's listened to music with headphones, and she doesn't really like to use headphones, which makes her feel isolated from the world, but now she's slowly getting used to it, slowly enjoying the world of music, and not caring about all those distractions.

"Call Fang Zeyu at night!" When crossing the long alley in the warm wind, those memories about Fang Zeyu seemed to come to life, and the scenes were vividly projected in my mind.

It's weird, when I don't want to think about him, those memories come back.