Huaxia network information is insufficient, unlike the original time and space in the 21st century, students who want to find students who have been separated for more than ten years can be found.

Shen Zhe searched for a long time before he figured out that it was not enough to make a music work by simply notation.

The score can be found directly in the chip in his mind, and the lyrics are also available. But if you have to arrange music and other professionals, you can't do it yourself.

I have to find a way to promise my mother, and it's another troublesome thing.

underestimated the lethality of that song to his mother, and after two days, Shen Zhe was urged to be one or two big.

While Shen Zhe was urged by his mother and the editor-in-charge, Zhongli was also busy with his feet not touching the ground.

As the editor-in-chief of the magazine "Chinese Youth", every week is the day before the magazine is released, and he is very busy. Finalization, printing, distribution...... I also have to coordinate with bookstores, newsstands and other sales terminals, and yesterday he didn't go home all day.

At nine o'clock this morning, in Zhonghai City, where the magazine is located, the first batch of magazines has begun to put on the shelves.

Zhongli returned to the editor-in-chief's office from the warehouse, sat down in the chair behind his desk, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and relaxed.

In fact, he is not very old, only thirty-four years old this year.

But he sat in the position of editor-in-chief for six years, and became the editor-in-chief of a medium-sized magazine at the age of twenty-eight.

The company appointed him as the editor-in-chief of the magazine, which also caused a lot of discussion in the industry at that time.

No one believes that a layman can sit in this position.

Zhongli sat down, and it took six years to nearly double the magazine's sales from 1.5 million copies.

This preference for words is partly due to this, but also to his own professionalism and business flair.

Zhongli looked up at the ceiling, estimating that he could estimate the sales by evening, and the real number would have to wait until next week.

……

A girl looking like a college student, waiting for a bus under a bus stop.

It may be that the bus is delayed in going to the suburbs, and the girl is gradually getting a little impatient.

I saw a small newsstand on the other side of the sidewalk, and walked over to buy a drink, it was a little hot.

After taking the drink from the boss, his eyes inadvertently focused on a magazine placed on the top.

"Chinese Youth"?

The girl shook her head, the magazine had become very popular among young people in recent years, and three of the girls in the dormitory had been subscribing. She borrowed it and flipped through it, and it didn't feel very good, the content was not as good as another "Young People", and the reason why the sales were high was because the covers of each issue were beautiful.

What she didn't know was that as soon as Zhongli took the position of editor-in-chief, he put a lot of effort into the appearance of the magazine.

The magazine industry is inseparable from the support of capital, and if sales can't go up, you can't buy good content, and you can't explain to the company.

So he first reorganized the editors and staff, and then recruited a dozen art editors to beautify the magazine.

The effect is very good, as evidenced by the fact that sales have almost doubled in a few years.

But now that the magazine has reached a bottleneck again, Zhongli understands that a youth magazine that focuses on feelings is still content.

Now that he has begun to adjust his thinking, what surprised him even more was the appearance of Shen Zhe.

The girl looked ahead and saw that the bus was still nowhere to be seen, so she stood there and browsed various magazines and newspapers.

Idle and bored, stretched out his thumb to flip through the opening page of "Chinese Youth".

Suddenly, something caught her eye, it was a dozen pages of text, with no illustrations in it, like a long serial.

"Hey, when did this magazine start running long stories?"

Curious, I flipped back to the place, found the place where the text began, and read: "If you give me three days of light......

Just as he was about to look down, the boss was not happy: "Hey, girl, I want to see if I buy it and look at it again!"

"That's the latest magazine, don't crumple it, it won't sell......"

The girl gave a sweet smile and said, "Boss, buy fruit and taste it before you buy it, how do you know if it's good if you don't try it?"

The boss may have been confused by the girl's well-behaved appearance, and muttered: "I've read it all, what are you going to buy it back for?"

When I opened my eyes and found that I couldn't see anything, and that it was dark in front of me, I was terrified and sad as if I had been scared by a nightmare, and I will never forget this feeling.

"It's an article selling feelings again, or is it in the first person, can this make people believe?" the girl pouted.

After reading two more pages, the girl's expression gradually changed.

"Eyes can't see, ears can't hear, it's still a baby, it's ......"

The girl muttered to herself, "What's the point of being alive?"

I can't help but read on, as the little girl in the book is in a dark and silent world, seeing a little hope from despair. The red flowers and green trees, insects and birds that ordinary people are accustomed to can't see or hear, touch has become the only way to contact the world, and the only little memory of childhood is fragmented.

Until she met her teacher, she taught her to feel the world with her heart, communicate with people with love, and study hard and seriously.

Water awakens my soul and gives me light, hope, joy, and freedom.

You can't touch the clouds, but you can feel the rain.

"Alas, girl, girl......"

The girl was awakened by the boss's voice and looked up to see the boss's unhappy face.

She hurriedly grabbed the magazine and said in a hurried tone: "Boss, how much does this cost, I'll buy it!"

After paying, the girl didn't care whether the bus would come or not, but still stood in front of the newsstand and continued to read, reading a few more pages.

"Why is it gone?

The girl screamed: "This Huaxia Youth Magazine is too undisciplined!"

……

In Zhonghai Hospital, Jiang Ying was half-lying on the hospital bed, her face was pale, and her eyes were still covered with gauze.

Jiang's mother looked haggard and stared at her daughter anxiously, since she was rescued by the firefighters, her daughter never said a word.

There was a knock on the door of the ward, and Jiang's mother was a little impatient. After the TV report, from time to time, sympathetic people came to visit, said a lot of words of encouragement, and left after being satisfied.

But what's the use, not only do you have to take care of your daughters, but you also have to receive them.

Su Wei stood outside the door, saw the door open, and said politely: "Auntie, I am Su Wei, the editor of Huaxia Youth Magazine, hello!"

"Hello," Jiang Mu replied, frowning, "You have something?"

"That's right, this is the new issue of our magazine, there is an article in it, the author asked us to give it to Jiang Ying, you can take it. ”

Jiang's mother was stunned, what is this called, her daughter is suffering from eye and psychological pain, what is it to send this magazine?

But you can't turn away people's kindness and take it over.

"Xiaoying doesn't want to be disturbed, I still have to watch her, if you have nothing to do......"

Su Wei hurriedly said: "It's okay Auntie, I wish Jiang Ying a speedy recovery!"

Mother Jiang walked into the ward, saw that her daughter was still the same, sighed, and looked down at the magazine in her hand.

"What author, so unreliable, what is the use of the article......"

After flipping through for a while, his hand suddenly shook, and he looked up at his daughter and said tentatively: "Xiaoying, mom will read you an article to listen?"

Jiang Ying didn't speak.

Jiang's mother got up and sat down beside her daughter, just like reading a fairy tale when she was a child, and began to read aloud by herself.

After half an hour, Jiang Ying slowly turned her face: "Mom, is Helen dead?"

"Mom doesn't know......" Jiang's mother was dumbfounded, and immediately burst into tears of joy.