[Ask for collections, there were only eight or nine collections of new books uploaded yesterday, and the Sprinkle family is also a person who has completed this record, only eight or nine collections, this ...... Is this really not able to ignite the fire?

After checking two of his favorite books in a row with no results, Chenyang didn't bother to check it again, and he even accepted this kind of thing gladly, what is this little benefit. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Drip, drip, drip.

PP uploads.

PP is similar to QQ in the previous life, both are communication software.

"Mr. Chen, the newspaper will go into printing in the afternoon, when will your manuscript be handed in?"

The one who sent the message was a girl named Dai Miaohan.,For this girl,The memory of the original owner is not impressed.,But look at the group.,It should be someone from the printing department.。

"So fast?" Chenyang exclaimed, but his hands were not idle, "It's going to be right away, please wait." ”

Right away?

Dai Miaohan gave a disgusted look at the computer, and the ghost would believe that it would be a few minutes, and she still didn't know Chenyang's strength?

In the past, when I was doing columns, I didn't delay the draft, and the entire printing department worked overtime for him, so it seems that I really have to give him some hints.

Thinking about it, Dai Miaohan replied, "Teacher Chen, we will call it a day at five o'clock this afternoon." ”

Sure enough, there was no reply.

In the past, Chenyang was like this, taking shamelessness as a skill, as long as he didn't reply, he would definitely have to delay the draft, and in the end, he had to work overtime.

Thinking of working overtime every day, the resentment in Dai Miaohan's heart completely exploded, and her tone continued to worsen, " Teacher Chen, you can give a word, when can we give us the manuscript, it's not that we don't save face for you, you also consider our feelings, this week we have been working overtime for four days in a row, day and night, we are all colleagues, there is no need to do this, every time we delay the manuscript, we are really embarrassed, the printing department is facing the whole company, you can't just because you are alone to work overtime every day, right, this afternoon at five o'clock, if you do not receive the manuscript, I will reflect to the above. ”

Drip, drip, drip.

As soon as the last paragraph was sent, Dai Miaohan received a document from Chenyang, and at the same time, Chenyang's reply was also sent, "I'm sorry, I was correcting just now, I didn't see the dialogue, so the reply was late, I'm really sorry for the trouble I caused you before, I've corrected the typo, and I'll put this in this column." ”

Originally, Dai Miaohan was still angry, but now seeing Chenyang's apology like this, and comparing her attitude just now, she suddenly felt that her face was a little hot, and she replied embarrassedly, "Okay, that, I'm sorry Teacher Chen, this time I blamed you wrong, my tone is a little heavy, I have the opportunity to invite you to dinner to make amends." ”

Accept.

Open the document.

Chenyang replied again, "Okay, I can write this down, and I am not allowed to repay the account." ”

"Of course not. ”

After the message passed, Dai Miaohan closed the dialog box.

The printing department is the last correction checkpoint of the newspaper, and Dai Miaohan's task is to correct the manuscripts that have been corrected by the previous editorial department to check for typos and typography.

Soon, a manuscript appeared in Dai Miaohan's sight, and immediately, she sighed, "Little match girl? What kind of fairy tale is this?" ”

Chenyang is a well-known writer in the company, although he works hard, but he has no talent at all, and what is even more terrifying is that this person still doesn't know it, he has changed from a column to a serial, and the fairy tales are boring and boring, and they read like chewing wax, so that she can fall asleep as an adult when she reads it.

Seeing the title, Dai Miaohan subconsciously wanted to click the fork, anyway, she had done it before, and then handed it over to the next editor for correction, but now thinking of Chenyang's attitude of admitting her mistake just now and her way of speaking, Dai Miaohan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and after a simple struggle, she still decided to read this story.

"It's the last day of the year, it's snowing and it's terribly cold. ”

With a few numbers, a simple background is explained, Dai Miaohan, as an editor, has seen a lot of things over the years, but now, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't help but read it.

"A little match girl was walking down the street, her clothes old and torn, and a pair of her mother's big slippers on her feet. She had many boxes of matches in her pockets, and she kept shouting, 'Sell matches, sell matches!'

People are buying holiday food and gifts, and who cares about her?

At noon, she didn't sell a match, and no one gave her a copper plate.

As she walked, she stopped at the window of a building, and was captivated by the scene inside. Yo, how beautiful the Christmas tree in the house is, and the candy wrappers in the hands of those two children are so beautiful.

Looking at the happy scene of others, the little girl thought of her sick mother and dead grandmother, and cried sadly. What's the use of crying? The little girl wiped away her tears and walked on.

'Sell matches, sell matches!' Uncle, auntie, buy some matches!'

However, after buying the holiday gifts, the people hurried home, and no one heard her crying. The snowflakes fell on her long golden hair, and she looked so beautiful, but no one noticed her. ”

In the world of Chenyang, three-year-old children can know that this is a famous story in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, but now there is no such thing in this world, Dai Miaohan naturally doesn't know, at this moment she gritted her teeth and felt that her whole heart was being pulled.

Although no one read, she seemed to hear the childish voice of the little girl who was dressed in tatters and had her mother's big slippers on her feet.

Unconsciously, Dai Miaohan was fascinated, she seemed to be in that joyful Christmas, but she couldn't see the happiness around her, she could only see the little girl dressed in tatters.

She watched the little girl cross the street and her shoes were washed away by the carriage, she watched her stand in front of the closet and watch the roast goose swallow her saliva, and she watched her hide alone in the corner, trying to warm herself with matches, and she saw the fantasies in the matches.

Gritting her teeth, Dai Miaohan almost cried, but the story did not stop because of her tears, the little girl who sold matches lit the matches for the third time, this time, the little girl saw the kind grandmother, in order to keep the grandmother, she lit all the matches, and then threw herself into the arms of the grandmother and went to heaven together.

The New Year passed, and everywhere was filled with joy, adults and children came out, and they saw the little match girl, who was lying in the corner, with a smile on her lips.

For the first time, Dai Miaohan felt that the smile was so annoying, and was about to open the PP to accuse Chenyang fiercely, but he reacted when he was about to enter, this is a fairy tale!

The story is made up, and the ending is, of course, according to the author's heart.

Can...... Is this really written by Chenyang?

For a long time, Dai Miaohan couldn't believe that the manuscript in front of her was originally created by Chenyang in a few minutes.

Scrapwood actually wrote fairy tales that even she loved.

This, how is this possible!?