Resume. It's easy to say, but those details alone are enough to kill someone.

Yue Qingyan went out and found that not only was the place where he lived different, but the address was also far away. The terminal station of Metro Line 12, Qixin Road. The neighborhood is nice, just a 5 minute walk from the metro station. But this place is too far away. There are supermarkets and convenience stores, but you don't feel the breath of life at all. The community itself is also brand new, and it is estimated that I will start listening to the sound of decoration in each house very early in the morning, right?

He did need to buy all kinds of things, but when he went out, he found that he had to go back and copy down his address. I don't know my mobile phone number, and I have to look at the settings in my phone to see the local number. When I arrived at the subway station, I found that Faust had indeed prepared documents for him, but there was no bank card and no cash, except for the money in Alipay, there was not a penny, and even buying a transportation card was tossed for a long time.

However, anyway, when he got on the subway, Yue Qingyan could breathe a sigh of relief. I entered the address on the subway, and I started to buy and buy with the wifi on the subway.

Yue Qingyan wanted to go and see the friends of the original studio, the boss, and ...... A girl who was very good to him.

The boss's pen name is "Tangtou Poem", and he was originally a well-known author on the Internet. After making money from online articles, I went to open a restaurant, and then I came back to write online articles at a loss, and I made money and went out to start a company, and then it was over again. It's unreliable to think about anything else, so I set up a studio, and in addition to writing articles by myself, I also took a group of people to write together. In some cases, he drafted an outline and asked the gunman to write it, while others worked together to cultivate an author's name and write several books simultaneously or in stages. Now the studio has a total of 9 books in the hands of the synchronous update, plus some customized articles and magazine manuscripts outside, and a small number of game plot documents, it can be said that the business is very diversified and very strong studio. However, the boss's body is generally getting worse and worse. I have to write essays every day, deal with family affairs, and deal with many troubles in the studio, and read everyone's manuscripts, which is really easy to throw away.

In the studio, the competition between several writers is also fierce, but overall it is relatively benign. Who can write, what can be written, and how fast can be written, everyone knows in their hearts. Therefore, there is not so much trouble, and it is not a very difficult draft, it is just pure implementation or something that can be added to it. The reason why Yue Qingyan has always been able to have a bit of a status in the studio is also because he is still good at using his own methods to implement the outline, not how to write the complete outline.

Everyone can meet when they go to the manuscript and have a meeting in the studio, and I can't say how good the friendship is. Yue Qingyan wasn't prepared to put much energy into them. In the future, when Dao Zuo meets, if he has the ability, he may pull a hand, or he will be taken care of by the other party, who knows?

Yue Qingyan sat down in the corner of the small restaurant where everyone was used to having lunch, and listened to them chatting across a table. They exchanged information about the recent writing of the manuscript, but none of them mentioned Yue Qingyan. Sure enough, Yue Qingyan did not exist in the world they were in. And the manuscript, title and content of the manuscript they wrote were also changed. There are routines for how to change the content of basic business web articles, and there are too many differences. In the environment of the studio, there are no particularly powerful people. If I really had enough ability or knowledge, I would have written it myself. Even if there are two or three books on the service street, maybe you can mix it up with the most basic author welfare, and maybe when a book will become popular. The service street has passed, or the service street is so bad that it can't live, so it will consider being taken in by the studio and mix it up for a while.

After listening to these previous friends, Yue Qingyan relieved his heart. Except that there is little intersection with them, except for the author and the title of the book, there are not many changes in other aspects.

Then, Yue Qingyan was about to go to see the girl.

The girl's name is Ding Chen, and she is still studying at university. Count it out, it can be regarded as Yue Qingyan's younger sister. When she was a freshman, Yue Qingyan was already a senior and had even started to work as a writer. When they were in school, they met because of the club, and it was not a club like the Literature Club that looked a little literary and artistic, but a track and field club. Don't look at Yue Qingyan as a writer, he is very capable of running. Daily exercise or something, less than 10 kilometers is considered a warm-up. And Ding Chen accompanied the girls in the same dormitory to participate in the track and field club, and she ...... Except for exams, I probably never had the opportunity to run more than 500 meters. Then, in order to promote the backwardness of the club, Yue Qingyan often accompanied Ding Chen to run circles to "promote the backwards". Yue Qingyan only joined the club so that he could be exempted from the ghost morning jogging system in the school, and it didn't matter anyway. But the friendship between Yue Qingyan and Ding Chen was established in this kind of lonely and silent company, often without speaking throughout the whole process.

I don't know what's going on, but Yue Qingyan is still working as an online writer and let Ding Chen know. Ding Chen also wants to engage in the cultural media industry in the future, and he is quite concerned about Ding Chen being an author. It can be said that in addition to coding words and reading information, getting along with Ding Chen is probably the most relaxed and pleasant. Although it is clear that the relationship between the two is not ordinary, no one said anything, but just maintained an ambiguous relationship. It's OK to make an appointment for a meal, a movie, or even go out together, but it's really polite, and both of them seem to be waiting for each other to act first. Yue Qingyan felt that he couldn't take care of Ding Chen, and Ding Chen was still a shy and introverted girl, anyway, it was so deadlocked.

It's quite easy to find Ding Chen. Although Yue Qingyan has been away from school for a while, he is still quite familiar with the situation in the school after all, and he still looks like a student. Sneak into the school, go to the teaching building, and see that Ding Chen is okay and leave. That's what he intended.

However, the time and place that he thought would not touch his mood at all were completely involved in it. Even the sunlight, the trees, and even the noise of the students gathered in the school are so intimate. Yue Qingyan walked around the school unconsciously.

Seeing that it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon, with Yue Qingyan's understanding of Ding Chen, there should be a class this afternoon. Although I don't know what classes she is taking now, in general, most of them are various public classes at this point in time. And Yue Qingyan ran to the front of Building No. 4, which had the most public classes. Take a seat on the steps in front of the school building and unscrew the drink you bought at the kiosk. Yue Qingyan quietly watched the people coming in and out of the teaching building.

Ding Chen appeared with her bedmate. The two seemed to be chatting about something. Yue Qingyan felt a little relaxed, it seemed that Ding Chen had not changed anything because of what was missing in his life, who was missing. That's great.

Ding Chen and the one who slept with him...... What is it called, the girl named Tong Yuelong passed by Yue Qingyan's side together. Yue Qingyan didn't deliberately raise his head, his head was slightly to the side, and he could already see her clearly from the corner of his eye. This beautiful and healthy girl has brisk steps and well-toned calves. Yue Qingyan knew, when they were exercising together, he helped Ding Chen stretch and knew the warm touch.

Yue Qingyan didn't leave immediately. He sat down and continued to take two sips before getting up to leave. However, at this moment, Ding Chen's voice sounded from behind him:

"Classmate, what's your name? I think I've seen you somewhere. ”

Yue Qingyan was stunned. It was as if the whole body was swept by a peculiar feeling, warm and faint. He knew too well that since Faust had said that he had been completely removed from his original relationship, there would be no exception. It was really impossible for Ding Chen to remember himself, however...... She still said this, is that because, in her life, there is still a sense of familiarity and familiarity that Yue Qingyan has brought her?

However, Yue Qingyan didn't dare to answer positively. He stood up to the rhythm he had just done. His right hand clenched into a fist and then released, as if he could feel his body trembling slightly. Maybe it's a little moved, Ding Chen's familiarity may be the whole connection between himself and the original world.

"Probably not, I'm not a student, I'm here to play. Yue Qingyan didn't dare to look back at all. If Ding Chen's figure was taken into his eyes, maybe he would cry out in an instant. He could only move forward, without looking back. He waved his hand and didn't say goodbye.

Ding Chen was behind him, looking at Yue Qingyan's departing back, still a little uncertain. She just couldn't remember where she had seen this figure, but she was as introverted and timid as she was, but she couldn't help but step forward and ask.

"Really, do you know this guy?" Tong Yuelong chased down, put her arm around Ding Chen's shoulders and asked, "You don't usually have that much curiosity, are you?"

"Hmm. It's nothing. Let's go to class. Ding Chen shook his head and stopped thinking about the strange person just now.

Keeping Ding Chen far out of sight, Yue Qingyan stopped a little. This faint connection between himself and this world, because of one person, made Yue Qingyan's whole body burn. It was as if there was sentence after sentence, a whole story that wanted to burst out from within.

However, I had no pen and paper, no computer, and nothing, so I could only try my best to memorize the sentences that poured out.

Yue Qingyan ran to the school gate, took a taxi, and told the driver the address of his home.

When I got home, I turned on the computer, and I didn't have word and wps? It doesn't matter, Yue Qingyan opened the notepad and began to create for the first time in this world. I don't know what Faust did to him, why, he used to struggle, but now he is so inspired to do so.