He Shengming held a manuscript of about 100 pages, lowered his head, and walked quickly towards the elevator as if he was stepping into the air. Everything around him no longer seems to have anything to do with him. Tears swirled in his eyes, but he bit the flesh in his mouth and refused to let the tears fall. For a whole month, in addition to eating and sleeping every day, he was bored and rushing to catch up with the manuscript. Even in the most uncertain days, he didn't think about stopping this job, and even worked a little harder than before. not only wrote until one or two o'clock in the morning every night, but also prayed day and night that Lin Guorong would never have an accident and that he would get through this difficulty.

Last night, he specially set aside half an hour to watch "Dongou News Network", and when he finally saw Lao Lin appear in the news, at that moment, he was so excited that he almost knelt down for the leaders on the screen. He naively thought that it was finally going to end. Lao Lin is safe and sound, his life will continue to move forward according to the original trajectory, and his life is finally about to come out.

He Shengming, under the domination of great excitement, had insomnia last night. After writing 4,000 words very quickly, he lay down early just after 11 o'clock, but he couldn't sleep. So I simply sat up again and continued to write, not wanting to think about it, and wrote until dawn. Until he came to work in the morning, he was still as awake as if he had taken a stimulant after an all-night stay.

It wasn't until noon that he saw Lu Jianbo tidy up his desk and leave the office with a lonely face, that He Shengming's excitement weakened slightly, but only a little.

After Lao Lu left the office, He Shengming secretly inquired about the situation with other colleagues, and learned that Lao Lu was transferred from his post because he "made a mistake", and went directly to work at Dongou Daily's station in Jiangbei Town in the afternoon. At that time, he didn't think about it in the direction of the "prodigy turmoil" at all, and even sympathized with Lao Lu being secretly demoted, and at the same time a little complacent, thinking that he was now ghostwriting for Lao Lin and had a yellow coat. As soon as this matter happened, he was about to soar, and after lunch, he even wrote more than 3,000 words in the afternoon, which was so hilarious that it was almost against the laws of physiology.

But who would have thought that just when he felt that he couldn't stop, Ding Shaoyi suddenly made a phone call that shattered his dream.

When he was full of excitement, holding the manuscript of more than 100 pages and more than 200,000 words, he rushed into Ding Shaoyi's office, thinking that he would have the appreciation of the senior leaders of the unit from now on and live a decent life from now on, but what he ushered in was a bucket of cold, ruthless, cruel, more vexatious than Qiong Yao, more gloomy than Yang Guo, pure natural and pollution-free Tianshan School, two hundred years of secret brewing, invincible and cool liquid nitrogen!

The manuscript of more than 200,000 words, Ding Shaoyi read it in front of him, with a perfunctory attitude that his IQ would not exceed 20 at most, and then told him with a smile: "You write this thing a little bit worse." Let's stop this thing for a while, it's been hard these days, go back and rest first, and in a few days I may arrange for you to go to a new job......"

He Shengming almost went crazy at that time.

200,000 words! You read it in 20 seconds and tell me no!

Aunt Ding, do you dare to tell me, what is the name of the hero and heroine of my book?!

He Shengming wanted to fight with Ding Shaoyi, explain to her, and even confront her.

But the cruel truth is that in the face of the strong Ding Shaoyi, he didn't dare to say a word.

Oh my God, stab me to death!

He Shengming had a voice crying in his heart, ticking, booming, and like a blood collapse.

The tears in his eyes were accumulating more and more, and the temperature of his body was getting higher and higher.

In the past nearly 30 years, he has tried to become excellent but finally ended in mediocrity, and in the past 30 days, he has worked hard day and night, and all the scenes flashed in his mind. He was desperate, but even angrier. He was unwilling, but more of a pain. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. There are few people on Ding Shaoyi's floor, and there is almost no one in the corridor. But when the elevator goes down, what he has to face is a house full of people. You can't cry in front of so many people.

Lao Tzu is so old, even if he is unemployed, he shouldn't be so sad......

Although I was blowing out, although my family was busy trying to find me a partner as soon as they heard that I was working at Tilin Guorong, although it was a bit embarrassing that a moth suddenly appeared at this time, but it was not enough to cry......

The elevator light is getting closer and closer, and the more He Shengming wants to control it, his nose is getting more and more sour.

At the moment when the elevator door opened, a voice suddenly sounded behind He Shengming: "Uncle!"

He Shengming turned his head sharply, and two lines of hot tears rolled down. Lin Miao was stunned and shouted, "How can I, Lin Miao, let you see me in tears like this?

He Shengming saw that he couldn't take it anymore, so he simply broke the can, closed the elevator door, squatted down and looked at Lin Miao, his nasal voice was very heavy, and he scolded with tears and laughter: ", why does Lao Tzu die in the hands of your kid every time?

"Oh, it's a term I coined, and you can compare it with your crush, which means that although I'm embarrassed to say it, I've been secretly worshipping it. Don't feel embarrassed, I can actually understand your feelings. After all, saying that I worship you to a person who is two wheels younger than yourself is indeed a little hard to kneel in your heart, it's okay, since I have seen it, you will worship me openly in the future, I don't dislike you. Lin Miao patted He Shengming's shoulder.

He Shengming stared at Lin Miao for a long time, then suddenly hugged Lin Miao and cried.

Lin Miao gently patted He Shengming's back very painfully, and comforted: "Cry, it's good to cry, I used to cry when I was beaten, but I cried much more than you, I hid in the bathroom and cried, and I couldn't cry when I cried." Or are you happy, you can still howl, do you know what is the highest decibel crying animal in the world?"

He Shengming burst into tears: "What is it?"

"Come with me, I'll tell you. Lin Miao pulled He Shengming and walked towards the conference room.

The conference room on this floor, as long as Ding Shaoyi doesn't use it, it is empty.

He Shengming was dragged by Lin Miao and followed him into the conference room indifferently.

The huge conference room is nearly 80 square meters, and above the podium there are banners left over from the last meeting.

He Shengming came to this conference room for the first time, but Lin Miao was as familiar as entering his own house, walked to the counter where the hot water bottle was placed, turned a few bottles upside down, and finally found a bottle with water, picked it up and poured a cup of boiled water that had been cold for He Shengming, handed it to him: "The "Demon Hunting Notes" that my father asked you to write, Aunt Shaoyi killed you, right?"

He Shengming took the cup and took a sip.

Cool water moistens the throat, and the body feels much better.

He nodded and sighed.

Lin Miao stretched out his hand, took the manuscript from He Shengming's hand, and then walked to the door and turned on the light. The room suddenly lit up. Lin Miao looked at the manuscript and said, "It's normal, this was originally going to be serialized in the newspaper, and the requirements for quality were already very high." Even if everything is fine lately, there is a good chance that your book will be shot on a technical level alone. ”

"You haven't even seen it!" He Shengming said dissatisfied.

"Well, I'm reading it......" Lin Miao put down the thick stack of manuscripts and only picked up the first few pages, "Actually, I don't know how to write, but if it's picky, I'm still quite good." ”

Lin Miao said with a glance at his eyes, and after a while, he turned four or five pages.

When he saw the sixth page, he stopped, then climbed onto the conference table, sat next to He Shengming, shook his legs, and discussed with He Shengming in a game-like attitude: "First of all, the first question, I don't like you at the beginning. When writing a story, the context of the story is of course important, but if you spend so much time to explain it, it doesn't make sense. The so-called background of the times should be presented in a specific environment, and what the reader wants to see is what the protagonist does in the world where the story takes place, rather than listening to you and introducing the whole world like preaching, and not writing a travelogue or geography, right?

And if you do this, the pace of the early game will be slow. What is a storytelling, the simplest way to tell it, either give a suspense first, or give a contradiction first, you are good, come up and don't talk about anything, first talk about how the vampire ancestors came to be? I just want to know who the protagonist is, where is the protagonist, and what is the protagonist going to do? When he meets his ancestor, shall we introduce it? When your story is almost unfolded, readers will have the patience to read down......

"No, Jin Yong doesn't ...... either"

"Jin Yong is Jin Yong! Can you compare with others? Everyone, is it better to be realistic? We are all just debuted, and we are a little in awe of the market, okay? Don't compare with Jin Yong at every turn, even if you are really only eight buckets high and rich and five cars, but there are so many works of other people there, you should at least keep up with others in terms of quantity, and then do it with others?"

He Shengming was speechless.

Lin Miao put down the manuscript, patted him again, and said, "But don't be discouraged, I'm still quite optimistic about you." This project can't work, let's go individually. I recently had an idea, why don't we write a fairy tale and read the book of the master of the pearl building?"

He Shengming shook his head.

Lin Miao said: "It's okay, I haven't seen it either." ”

He Shengming said depressedly: "Haven't you seen you say an egg?"

"Uncle, don't just come and go, what if you talk too much, what if you really get an egg one day?" Lin Miao said calmly, "Besides, I haven't seen it, just because I don't understand it at all." I have a story right now that I think is particularly suitable for your writing style. Your writing habits don't match the fantasy setting of the modern urban setting at all, and it will only be 60 points at most when you write it, which will kill the passing line. I'm with you, and I'm the best story for you now. The background is probably like this, the demonic energy in the world, Yijiazi erupts once, and every time it erupts, there is a heavenly demon born. So how did this demonic qi come about, it is the greed, hatred, hatred, hatred and hatred in the human world, so in order to suppress this thing, there are immortal cultivators who build a large array in the place where the demonic qi gathers, and build a Taoist courtyard on the formation, suppress the evil qi with their own righteousness, use the righteousness of heaven and earth to resolve grievances, and use the righteousness of the world to eliminate demonic qi......"

"Why are you so angry?"

"Foolishly, you can also create your own, anyway, that's probably what it means. ”

He Shengming nodded slightly, and suddenly asked again: "This is also written for your father?"

"It's not. Lin Miao said, "My dad probably won't be able to write it." ”

He Shengming's eyes were suddenly lost, and he stood up and said, "Then what's the use of you telling me this?"

"Eh!" Lin Miao grabbed his clothes, "Big brother, my dad doesn't write, I can write!"

He Shengming didn't realize that Lin Miao's name had changed, and he turned his head and said suspiciously, "You wrote?"

"yes. Lin Miao looked up at He Shengming and said, "It's rare that I have made a name for a prodigy now, if I don't publish a book while the iron is hot, and harvest a few more waves of leeks, am I worthy of God's appreciation for food?"

"Can you really write?" He Shengming didn't dare to believe it.

"Why am I lying to you? I don't talk to the publisher this time, I'm your Party A, if you want, I'll give you a little deposit first, if it's more, 1,000 yuan, you write me 20,000 words first." Whether you want to continue to work together depends on the quality of what you write. Lin Miao said, turned around and opened the zipper of the schoolbag, and took out a wallet from inside.

There were just ten big bills in the wallet, which were given by Lao Lin.

Lin Miao took out the money and handed it to He Shengming.

He Shengming stared at the money in Lin Miao's hand for a long time, and suddenly gritted his teeth: "Forget it! You take the money, I'll write the things first, I won't take advantage of your children in vain! But there is one thing to say, I can't just take the money! I want to sign it too!"

Lin Miao thought for a while and said, "I can't give you this signature, but if the market response to this book is good, I can let you and my dad co-sign a book." ”

He Shengming hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay!"

"Then let's move on. Lin Miao hurriedly took back the money, thinking that it was dangerous, and cut back to the topic, "According to what you just said, you can design it yourself." What is righteousness, righteousness is the skill of the immortal cultivator, the more awesome the exercise, the stronger the skill, the higher the realm, the more righteousness is enough. What else is called the righteousness of heaven and earth?,Heaven and earth can have a ghost's righteousness.,It's not good to perform.,You can't always fight and jump out of the middle of a fight and shoot the enemy to death.,It's not interesting to cheat.,So I think it's best to be a treasure of heaven and earth.,Get a magic weapon yourself.,It's best to have an evolution process here.,Weapons and people slowly become stronger together.,There's a lot of things that can be designed here.。 There are hundreds of shops selling these messy things in the industrial park on Hubin Road, don't be in a hurry to write, go over and have a look first, and look for inspiration......"

He Shengming listened carefully.

Lin Miao said dryly, but she felt that the cups in the conference room were so dirty, so she couldn't bear to drink water.

After being forced for more than ten minutes, when he saw that he was almost done, when he stopped, he saw He Shengming staring at him motionless with "secret worship" eyes. Lin Miao sighed, patted He Shengming's arm again, and changed his title back.

"Uncle, I can understand. When people reach middle age, they obviously feel that they seem to be a little capable, but compared with the above, others are not worse than you; I can't go up again, I can't hold it down below, and I am squeezed in the middle, not to mention being angry at both ends, I am simply beaten on both sides.

But life is like this, there are always those who are weaker than you who live better than you, and there are always those who are younger than you who stand taller than you, but what can we do? If you don't grit your teeth and stiffen up, you take half a step back every day, and if you retreat, there will be no way out.

Stay up, although you may not be able to survive it, but people have to live first. It's okay to admit fate, but it's not okay to admit defeat, admitting defeat is equivalent to suicide. Uncle, come on, I'm only thirty years old, and I still have a long way to go, and there are great opportunities!" Lin Miao said, climbing down from the conference table with her hands and feet, "I'll come to you next Sunday, you can make me an outline." ”

He Shengming nodded Mu Ran.

Lin Miao picked up her schoolbag and waved to him with a smile: "Goodbye, uncle!"

Then he jumped and ran out.

He Shengming sat alone in the conference room and was stunned for a long time.

Suddenly burst into tears, but showed a smile again.