"I'm going for an interview!"

"The interview is over, waiting for the results. ”

In the following days, these two sentences became the opening words that my husband must say when he went out and came back, as concise as a work report, and hid in the game world after the report. He turned on his voice very loudly, and the computer heard the sound of "crackling" various fights, and from time to time the invective sound of "fuck!" and "fuck!" also burst out of his mouth, and the irritability was nerve-wracking.

I occasionally remind him that he seems to have amnesia.

"Why did you quit your job? Why didn't you do a good job? It's hard to find a job now. On the third day of Qiangzi's home, his mother couldn't hold back and asked in confusion, her eyes full of doubts and worries.

For the sake of my husband's face, I lied and said that he wanted to change his job before quitting.

"If you don't change jobs, your salary will rise slowly!" I turned my face to her and said to her, trying to avoid making eye contact with my mother every time.

"Can I get a salary increase if I change it?" asked my mother rhetorically.

"Almost, with his current ability, he can have a higher salary. "I definitely want to reassure her.

"Oh, it's okay to try it, it's really not good, just return it to the original unit, I saw that it was good before!"

"Mmmm, don't worry, Mom! Hadron can do it!"

"Mommy, hadron is great!" A few days after the phone incident, my daughter began to be naughty again.

"Qiangzi is also called by you, be careful that your father hears and beats you!" I twisted her nose and said, deliberately "but the oil is good! I won't report you, spare you once!"

She stuck out her tongue and ran away.

"It seems that I can't quit my job right away, I have to stick to it for a while, and wait for my husband to find a job. I thought to myself. opened WeChat and sent a message to the American editor Xiao Li, "Xiao Li, has there been anything in the company recently?"

"Xiao Wang, what kind of manuscript is missing in the recent issue?" asked the editor Xiao Wang, who is the editor of an official account and is responsible for submission.

I want to take advantage of these few days to be free, write a few more manuscripts, earn more manuscript fees, my husband doesn't know when he can start work, in addition to the mortgage of thousands of dollars per month, there are management fees, water and electricity bills, living expenses and other expenses, calculated that my salary alone is basically not much, if I encounter any troubles such as illness, I will be stretched. Urban life is like this, high wages, but also high consumption, can't stand the toss.

"Sister Lan, that day, Xiaoli from the marketing department interviewed Mr. Liu instead of you, and the manuscript was already arranged. When are you coming back to work?" Xiao Li quickly replied to the message.

"Okay, in another week, let's take our annual leave. "I'll go back to the message.

"Okay, come early if you can, there's a lot going on in the company lately. Xiao Li seems to have something to say.

"What's wrong?" I asked, wondering if it was still the overalls surnamed Liu.

"You'll know when you come, take a good vacation. She didn't go any further.

"Is it surnamed Liu?" I guessed.

"Mr. Liu's matter has been settled, it's okay. You have a good rest, let's talk again when we come back, I'll do things first, Mr. Zhang is here. She said.

The more I thought about it, the more strange I felt, what could make her feel so uneasy? This girl has no quarrel with the world, as long as the rest of the company has nothing to do with her, she rarely cares, and she does not go to people to tell right and wrong, in such a complex workplace, this is exactly what I appreciate. And the two of us can smell the same, probably because of the same temperament.

"Sister Lan, are you free? Recently, you need an emotional class, preferably a sad and tragic love story, which can make people cry, and the more attractive the title, the better. Editor Xiao Wang replied to the message.

Xiao Wang is a young man born in the 90s, with a hearty and straightforward personality. Their official account is doing relatively well, and the creation of the account is rooted in local literature, studying folk customs and folk customs, reflecting the people's livelihood and suffering, and the operation is okay. Recently, there has been a sudden change of direction, and under the tide of the self-media economy, the pressure of survival can be seen. I suddenly remembered the words "people take food as the sky", the first element of life is to solve the problem of food and clothing, and the media must first solve the problem of survival before they can stick to their own path. It's the same with people, they don't even have physical strength when they're hungry, and the so-called feelings can only be on paper.

"Xiao Wang, can you write anything else? I'm not very good at this kind of subject!" "I'm most afraid of writing love stories, even if it's fiction, it's not just about selling words, but also about putting in feelings. Since I got married, I have been working and family, and I seem to have become a little numb to the twists and turns of those little children.

"Sister Lan, try it, with your writing, as long as you want to write, it should be no problem, and the twists and turns of the storyline design are bizarre. Xiao Wang cheered me up, "There are many people who like to read this kind of manuscript, if you send a few articles a week, the manuscript fee plus the reading share, the daily meal can be settled." ”

Xiao Wang's last sentence touched me, isn't it just to make more money now, and it's also a new attempt.

"Okay, I'll try, it's really not good, don't force yourself if you can't get the draft, so as not to affect your fans. "I promised him.

"OK! Looking forward to the manuscript!" Xiao Wang added a mischievous smile at the end of the message.

With this task, my mind was running at high speed every day for the next few days, trying to collect clues from my surroundings. I want to start from my own personal experience, and find that I find that from falling in love to getting married, it seems to be plain and unattractive. So I recalled my friends again, and I didn't find anything special. I can't even determine the material, and I have already reached a dead end at the beginning of this article.

In order to stimulate the rigid brain cells, I read dozens of love stories on the Internet in a row, and I was moved to tears. I finally imagined all kinds of twists and turns in the plot, what "the clothes and belts gradually widen and never regret it, and make people haggard for Iraq", what "a lifetime and a couple, Orthodox Christianity ecstasy", what "miserable and miserable relatives", etc., I thought I could let go of the writing, but I didn't know that the head was opened, but I couldn't go on, and the pretended emotions were awkward and blunt in my heart, and it never became a true story.

I wondered if I didn't learn a solid writing class back then, which led to a particularly weak foundation in fiction, so I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find the previous writing textbooks, and reviewed various writing techniques again, but I still couldn't understand the essentials.

Seeing that three days have passed since I received the appointment, there is still no progress, my vacation is coming to an end, and I don't have enough time to ensure extra writing as soon as I go to work. For this reason, I was restless. The frustration that I had never felt before, made me become upset and irritable, and even began to doubt myself.

My mother looked at me often holding my mobile phone in a daze, and my heart seemed to be grass, but I couldn't help, so I sighed beside me, and occasionally complained, "It's better not to let me go to school at the beginning, this brain is so tired that I'm almost enchanted." ”

My daughter became quiet, except for going to the hospital, she only followed me silently and observed my every move.

There was no movement on my husband's side, and several interviews ended in nothing, either the treatment was not good, or the company was too small, or the company was too big and thought that my husband's qualifications were not enough.

People often say, "All encounters are just right, and fate has arrived." "Work also depends on fate, and it is obvious that my husband's fate has not yet arrived.

The two of us are like a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, I am tormenting on the way to writing, and he is tormenting on the way to find a job.