Returning from Peng Long's appraiser induction conference.

Fang Yi continued to write his own:

"Song Mingshu was originally an editor in a small magazine, and he has been working in the magazine since graduating from university, and it is now in his sixth year.

Although the salary level in the magazine is not high, Song Mingshu is still content, able to support himself, and occasionally has a little spare money to buy a dress for his parents at home, so that his parents can be happy, thinking that he is living well outside, Song Mingshu feels that this day is very good.

It's a pity that there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people have good fortunes and misfortunes, and just half a month ago, the small magazine went bankrupt.

Originally, Song Mingshu thought that he was also a senior editor, and he could be promoted to editor-in-chief at any time, so that his parents who had worked hard all their lives would not only be able to live a good life, but also save some money for himself.

As a result, I became a member of the unemployed army.

I lost my job, but I still can't lose my old job.

Song Mingshu has a special love for the editing profession, otherwise he would not have worked in a small magazine for six years, and threw all his good youth on the piled up desk.

In the past, when he was an editor in a magazine, Song Mingshu's manuscripts were generally short stories of less than 10,000 words, but in the context of the commercialization of literary works, the value of such short stories is getting lower and lower, and it is becoming more and more difficult to do.

During this period of time after being unemployed, Song Mingshu interviewed on several literary websites, but unfortunately, the current commercial literature is a work of millions of words at every turn, and Song Mingshu's six-year experience in reviewing short stories in the magazine is useless, and the examiner in charge of recruitment on each literary website shook his head after seeing Song Mingshu's resume.

Yes, people live twenty-eight, all rely on their own efforts, not on anyone, but I didn't expect to end up like this.

In a five-square-meter rental room, Song Mingshu was lying on a single bed, smoking a cigarette without a mouthful.

As soon as the cigarette butt was bright and dark, a sense of frustration suddenly swept through Song Mingshu's body.

There was no money in his pocket, no matter whether Song Mingshu wanted it or not, he could only take out his mobile phone and dial a phone number to go out.

The phone was connected, and a slightly excited generous male voice came from there, "Mingshu, why do you have time to call home today?"

"Dad. Song Mingshu trembled his lips, and when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

How so?

Say you're unemployed?

Out of money?

Do you have a lot of money?

Twenty-eight years old, no matter whether Song Mingshu admits it or not, this age is already about to enter middle age.

is now a pillar of the family.

Song Mingshu grinned, "Dad, are you and Mom okay now?"

"Okay, okay!" The generous male voice over there also smiled: "Mingshu, you don't have to worry about your family if you are busy with work, remember to take care of yourself outside, now, the weather is also getting cooler, autumn is a tiger, you have to wear more clothes, don't catch a cold, by the way, is there something wrong with you calling back?"

Can I help you?

Song Mingshu pulled the corners of his mouth, forced a smile and said: "There is a happy event, I have found a girlfriend, and I will report good news to my family." ”

's own marriage has been a heart disease for his parents for the past two years.

Others are twenty-eight years old, and the baby is going to kindergarten, but he is twenty-eight years old, but he doesn't even have a girlfriend......

"Huh, really?" the male voice over there was visibly excited, "You didn't lie to your father, did you?"

"Dad. Song Mingshu couldn't help but feel sad, and said with a smile: "You don't have confidence in your son like this?"

"Yes, yes. Dad was excited, "Aren't girls beautiful? What do you do at home? Do you have enough money to spend?"

"Dad, do you check the household registration? pretty, pretty, I haven't asked what I'm doing at home, I'm fine, the money is enough to spend, I'm all right, you can put 10,000 hearts!"

"Dad, if it's okay, then I'll hang up the phone first!" Song Mingshu was a little absent-minded, and if he continued to make it up, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back his tears, and he was anxious to hang up the phone.

"Okay, you're busy with work, don't tire yourself. Dad hung up the phone in a hurry, and was busy reporting the good news to Song Mingshu and his mother.

I'm busy with work, don't be tired of myself?

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Song Mingshu's mouth, I am unemployed, I will have nothing to do.

Parents!

Your children are out of the house, and you're having a bad time.

Twenty-eight years old, no job.

Twenty-eight years old, no girlfriend.

Parents!

In fact, your children are not having a good time outside.

It's average, I don't have a lot of friends, and I don't like anyone.

But what do you want me to say?

Dad is almost sixty years old, and he still has to go to work every day.

I've worked all my life, and I didn't say I wanted to rest, nor did I say I was tired.

When I was a child, you bought me new clothes, and you never frowned.

At work, I bought my mom a coat.

My mother was reluctant to wear it, so when I met someone, I said that my son was sensible and bought you a coat.

The paper is short and long, you have taken care of me for more than ten years, and you have never boasted a word.

I bought you a dress, and you boasted about it for six years.

Don't be reluctant to put it on!

When I make money later, I'll buy you a better one.

In the past, my son was ignorant, and he often made you angry.

Now that my son is sensible, I have grown up, but I am not angry, and I am even more worried about you......

"Jingle Bell. A text message on his mobile phone pulled Song Mingshu out of his thoughts.

Song Mingshu raised his eyes and saw that there were two unread messages, one was sent by the bank, and there were 3,000 yuan more in his bank account.

The other one was sent by my mother, "Famous book, I just asked your father to give you 3,000 yuan, don't save it, pick a time to take your girlfriend to watch a movie and eat something." ”

It is said that parents love their children for a long way, and children miss their parents for a long time.

After reading the text message, Song Mingshu's eyes turned red, and he almost didn't cry"

After writing one chapter, Fang Yi immediately wrote the second chapter.

"The Grand Duke Dynasty is known as the first year of co-governance.

Inside Chang'an City.

A majestic figure in a golden dragon robe, standing in the majestic city tower with his hands in his hands, looked down at the soldiers walking by with their heads held high under the city tower, stunned.

In the bleak wind, the golden dragon robe was blown like a banner.

His long white shawl hair fluttered in the gale, but the majestic figure seemed to have no feeling at all.

In the distance, footsteps sounded.

On the tower of the city, a large group of people walked neatly.

Walking at the forefront of the crowd is also dressed in a five-clawed golden dragon robe, with a flying spirit, and there are five majestic banks that swallow thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in every gesture.

Immediately behind the five majestic figures were a large group of ministers with black veils on their heads and ruyi in their hands, or princes in python robes with extraordinary appearance, or generals and marshals in gold and silver armor and swords in their hands.