Chapter 3 Just for You

Life is more than just about living. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

You can also do it for money, for family, for friends, for women, for status, for fame and fortune, no matter what it is, you are not alone, you live alone.

The last full stop is drawn, and after today's essay is written, Yu Bai's mood is still difficult to calm down.

It's back, it's not easy to live again, you must live like a person in this life!

Looking around, looking at his small bed, and looking at the bookcase next to him that had been used for more than ten years, he suddenly realized that his mind was still too dead.

What is it to be born again?

Make hay! Without money, it makes it difficult for people to move forward, and it will wear out the little enthusiasm that is left.

Make up for! People who are ashamed of the right, regretful things, and mistakes that can be thought of must be restarted, otherwise they will not come back in vain. Even if you can't guarantee that everything will be done right, you must at least do it.

Thinking of this, Yu Bai flipped through the things he had written on the first day of his rebirth and slowly flipped through them.

This is a black notebook for more than ten yuan a piece, he remembers that he has always kept this book in his previous life, except for the name Yu Bai, there is not a single character in it, just because this is the last gift his father gave him.

And now, there is another line next to the word Yu Bai on the title page: Yu Bai, return to the road, go again.

After pondering for a long time, I turned another page, and the first thing that caught my eye was the four big characters at the top.

"Five-one-two, Li Ji."

Yu Bai doesn't like nonsense whether he writes or something else, and if he has any ideas, write them down, even if it's just one or two words, because he will definitely have an impression when he looks at it again. Another reason was that he was worried that the thing would be seen by others, and although it was probably very small, he tried to write it in a way that only he could understand.

On May 12, only half a month before the college entrance examination, Li Kee Dapan Chicken, located next to the school, suddenly exploded at night, killing two people and injuring twenty or thirty others. Most of them are high school juniors who are about to enter the exam room.

After the investigation, it was found that the cause was a leak from a gas tank, but no matter what the cause, the dead and injured are hard to forget. The two who died were from the class next to them, and Yu Bai of the two of them still has the impression that cousins, their academic performance is neither good nor bad, but it was such a sudden disaster that made them leave early.

The dead are a hundred, because those who are worse than them are those who are injured, and they will definitely not be able to participate in the college entrance examination, most of them are large-scale burns, and a few are directly disfigured, it is not difficult to imagine that their future lives will be more difficult than death.

Yu Bai suddenly found that life is cruel, so cruel that he will not sympathize with who you are, let alone what you have done.

Starting over, Yu Bai wanted to do what he could, and this matter bore the brunt.

"Building, car!"

is still a tragedy, Lou Yuanming, the son of their math teacher, is in the same class as Yu Bai, and he is a little fat man who is happy every day. is very smart, coupled with the proper education of his parents, he jumped two levels to go to the third year of high school, and his academic performance is in the top ten.

A few days after the college entrance examination, there was a car accident.

When he learned that the little fat man had a car accident and left, Yu Bai was stupid at the time, because the living person was just gone, and he would never see him again.

Withdrawing from the memories, rubbing his somewhat sour eyes, and feeling the lamp lit in his hand, Yu Bai smiled.

Why are you laughing, because he realized that these people are all fine, and they will always live well in the future, and those things will never happen again because of him, which is why Yu Baixiao laughed.

Drink the boiled water in the teacup in one go, and gradually recover your mood.

Looking further down, there are some dense words.

At a glance, all of them are a variety of magazines, and most of the following magazines are the scope of the solicitation and the required number of words and the address of the submission.

For a while, Yu Bai remembered that in his previous life, he had not implemented this idea for three years, and he was even ridiculed by Mr. Xu that he was a pure and immaculate person, because no man would be reserved for three years without taking a step beyond Lei Chi.

Reserved?

Maybe not, in his previous life, Yu Bai was because of his father's death and his family, although he was sometimes cheap, talking and laughing, but in fact he had a strong inferiority complex.

Do you want to contribute? Will it fail, will it be rejected, will it be ridiculed......

Thoughts like these come flooding every time a thought strikes and snuff out all the ideas in the cradle.

However, at this time and then, after graduating from college in Yu Bai's previous life, he wrote full-time for a while, and writing books in code words became a job, and submission and rejection were commonplace, so this problem in his previous life was fundamentally ...... for him now Nothing.

"Love Dreams", the magazine is mainly for campus students, and the types of articles received are mainly campus romance, youth stories, etc., with about 3,000 words per section, except for long articles, 80 yuan per thousand words."

""Thoughts", documentary script, short stories, essays, 800 ...... per 1,000 words"

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In fact, Yu Bai treated this thing indiscriminately, because he just wanted to find the feeling of the year, and he recorded these for several pages back then. I don't know how many times I've watched it, but I've never voted it once.

Looking at it, Yu Bai picked up the pen and drew circles one after another on several magazines without hesitation.

"The first wave of the offensive is you."

Most of the articles submitted to the magazine are short stories, which come quickly and become famous quickly.

There is another point, that is, Yu Bai wants to take a path of his own, a multimillionaire has never thought about it, he is not that material, one step at a time is what he wants to insist on.

You can't become a big fat man by eating one bite, and most of the bold people will be strangled to death.

Yu Bai summarized the circled magazines, there are about five.

"Fireworks", "Latecomers", and "Wishing Letters" are three magazines that belong to the category of youth literature, that is, campus love, with a word count of between 3,000 and 9,000 words, and the manuscript fee ranges from 100 to 200 per 1,000 words.

For Yu Bai, a latecomer, he was tired of playing with the rest back then, and now it is definitely not bad to pick it up, plus he has absorbed so many love stories from his previous life, so he will not fall to the point of rejection.

The remaining two magazines belong to provincial publishing houses, namely "Thoughts" and "Proverbs". The style of the two magazines is the same, and the stories are similar to fables, non-fictions, and chicken soup, but the difference is that the manuscript fee ranges from 800 to 1,000 per 1,000 words.

Yu Bai felt like he was taking an exam, first choose the content of the exam, and then mark the scope of review, the next thing to do is to answer the questions well, no, it should be a good script.

This moment is unprecedented fulfillment, because all the unknown roads are under your feet, just waiting for you to go.