Shen Zhe, male, 17 years old, has a lazy temperament.

The summer vacation is long, I go to bed late every day, practice calligraphy and code words, read a few small articles, and have no worries.

"If you're blind, I can give a hint to those who can see—"

"A word of advice to those who can make the most of their natural vision: use your eyes wisely, as if tomorrow you will be blinded. The same approach can be applied to other senses. Listen to the music, the birds, the orchestra, as if tomorrow you would be deaf. Touch every object you want to touch, as if tomorrow your sense of touch will fail. Smell all the flowers and savor every bite of your treat, just like you won't be able to smell tomorrow. ”

"Make the most of every sense, the few means of contact that nature has given you, and be proud of all the pleasant and beautiful details that the world has shown you!"

With nearly 300,000 words, a "If You Give Me Three Days of Light" was carried by Shen Zhe to China in this time and space.

Finally, Shen Zhe added a paragraph at the end: It may be completely difficult for able-bodied people to experience the pain of disability, just as some people in peacetime actually hope for the excitement of war. As everyone knows, life is fragile, and by the time all assumptions become reality, it is too late, so no matter what age it is, love and courage are the basis of our existence.

"Whew-"

"That's it!"

……

"The efficiency of the editorial department of "Young People" is too low......"

It's been five days since the submission of the manuscript, and there is no news yet, so can't such a manuscript impress the editor?

Thirsty, unpleasant.

Get up and go to the living room to pour a glass of water.

Mother Yang Xin was uncovering the sofa cover, looking ready to clean it. Maybe it's been used for a long time, the sofa cover is too tight, and I'm fighting there alone.

Shen Zhe hurriedly went over to help: "Mom, you can't call me, it's more real than a dead object." ”

"I can't do it?" Yang Xin heard this, glanced at his son and said, "Then you stand up and see if I can do it, and you don't believe it!"

Shen Zhe couldn't cry or laugh: "Mom, I am your son, and I am not an enemy, why are you so impulsive?"

"Is there one?" Yang Xin was stunned for a moment, frowned, and said, "Why didn't I feel it myself?"

After thinking for a while, he continued: "Maybe there have been too many bad things recently, and your dad is not going well at work......"

Shen Zhe hurriedly said: "Stop, I think Dad is fine." ”

"If I can't say it's good, it's not good!" Yang Xin glared at him and gushed: "Your father's salary is too low, you have to go to Yanjing for college next year, and the weather in the north is much colder...... Yesterday I went to buy salt, and a bag rose to two and a half and six eggs...... By the way, Xiao Zhe, remember to hand in the cigarette case that your dad hid when you see it......"

Shen Zhe: "......"

Mom, you're thinking too far ahead, and you're thinking too fast.

Menopause?

Shen Zhe shuddered.

This is not a good sign, anxiety, irritability, difficulty in communicating, a lot of problems follow, and it does not turn the family upside down.

Press Yang Xin to the sofa and sit down, counting with his fingers.

"What do you count?"

Shen Zhe raised his head and asked, "Mom, you are only thirty-nine this year." ”

"Oh?" Yang Xin thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, your father is forty-one, and I am two years younger than him......"

"That's good......" Shen Zhe scratched his head.

Female menopause only begins after the age of forty-five, and it seems that she and her father still have a few years of peace of mind.

"You sit down first, and the sofa cover will be removed. ”

Grab the top end of the brown sofa cover, and look at the way my mother is straining just now, the cover is quite firm.

One hard work......

"Sting!"

Shen Zhe was a little dumbfounded holding the sofa cover that was split in half, and then looked at his mother and spread his hands.

"Alas," Yang Xin stepped forward to take it, looked at it over and over again, and sighed: "Now I know why I didn't call you for help, you and your dad are two scraps at home, and raising a dog can help me bring my slippers over, you two ......"

"Go about your business, don't get in the way here. ”

Well, it's not as good as a dog.

As soon as he took two steps with the cup, Yang Xin shouted: "Stop!"

Shen Zhe was startled, the water almost spilled, and he turned around and said helplessly: "Mom, what's wrong?"

Yang Xin walked over angrily: "Just now you suspected that I had reached menopause?"

"Huh?" Shen Zhe trembled, his head shook like a rattle: "No, no, how can my son think like that, there is nothing!"

As soon as Yang Xin saw his son's appearance, he knew that he was lying, and his slap was raised.

Shen Zhe fled into the study, closed the door tightly, and let Yang Xin shout outside the door, but he didn't care.

……

I owe my mother a few slaps, but I still made up for it at lunchtime.

"Ding Dong!"

Email tones.

Shen Zhe took a look, and sure enough, it was the reply of "Young People" magazine and opened it.

“…… Impossible, right?"

The content of the email is only one line: "Dear author, your work does not meet the requirements of our society for the time being, and the manuscript is now returned." You can make in-depth revisions and submit your manuscript again, or submit it to another magazine - Zhiqiu, the editor-in-chief of the third room of "Young People".

Deep revisions?

"I'll fix your legs, Zhiqiu, you wait for my brother, when you look good!"

Shen Zhe was so angry that he couldn't even look down on it?

"Humph!"

……

"Young People" Magazine -

A baby-faced girl in her twenties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, angrily walked into the office of the editor-in-chief of the third room.

"Editor-in-Chief Tan, why did you reject this manuscript?"

The girl put the text in her hand on the desk, her chest rose and fell, probably angry, and her movements were unconsciously bigger.

The young man behind the desk is cross-legged and trimming his nails. Hearing this, he frowned and glanced at Wen Jiàn's clip, and gently blew on his fingertips. looked at the girl unhappily, did not speak, and then stretched out two fingers to pick open the text jiàn clip.

"Oh, it turned out to be this manuscript ......"

The young man's slightly shrill voice made the girl angry: "I submitted it for review three days ago, but today I found that the editor-in-chief's office has sent a rejection notice, why didn't you notify me of the editor-in-charge?" Editor-in-Chief Tan, Lord Zhiqiu, you explain and explain!"

Editor-in-Chief Tan stuffed the text on the table into the shredder beside him under the girl's fire-breathing gaze.

A pile of manuscripts became shredded strips of paper.

"As an editor, you still have the rejected manuscript, Editor Su Wei, what do you want to do?"

Editor-in-Chief Tan shook his index finger and squinted his eyes: "Also, you are the editor, and I am the editor-in-chief of the third room, understand?"

"The final decision on whether to reject the manuscript is in my hands!"

Editor Su Wei took a deep breath and stared at her boss behind her desk.

As a national youth magazine with millions of sales, "Young People" has been established for more than 30 years, and the editor-in-chief office of the editorial department has eight editor-in-chief offices.

The editor-in-chief surnamed Tan, whose pen name is Zhiqiu, is the boss of the third room.

Su Wei is a new editor in Room 3.

In the collective office area outside the editor-in-chief, more than a dozen editors in the third room are also secretly listening to the movements here.

A male editor in his thirties shook his head: "This Xiao Su is still a little tender, and I don't understand the deep meaning of Lord Zhiqiu." ”

"Hmph, bullshit, isn't it just a dismount, the new editor grinds the thorns. ”

"Don't say it, listen to it, who of us in the third room can't see Lord Zhiqiu's face, and who makes the family the editor-in-chief, holding the power of life and death of the manuscript...... If you are disobedient, no matter how good the manuscript submitted for review is, there is nothing you can do if you are killed. ”

"Shh

Su Wei looked at the editor-in-chief Tan who showed a smug look in front of her, and suddenly smiled.

She reached out and took off the pair of black-rimmed glasses that covered half of her face, took out her glasses cloth, wiped them, and put them back on.

With a glimpse of the beautiful face, Editor-in-Chief Tan was stunned.

Unexpectedly, this new female editor, after removing the ugly bottom of the bottle, turned out to be a first-class beauty.

When he secretly regretted it, a white middle finger appeared in front of his eyes.

"Grandma is gone!"

"Go to your third room, bastard surnamed Tan, don't think that the old lady doesn't know what you want to do, die!"

After speaking, the female editor stomped to her desk, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a letter of resignation on the spot. Swiftly threw it in front of Editor-in-Chief Tan, and then picked up the bag and walked away, leaving a lot of eyeballs.

After a while, the sound of pounding the table came from the editor-in-chief's room.

"It's so unusual, she thinks she can take the bus, come and go as she wants?"

Editor-in-Chief Tan picked up the phone with a wicked smile.