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In the bookish room, an old woman with white hair was writing something with a pen, and when she heard someone talking, she raised her reading glasses.

"More than six hundred? Didn't you leave half of it? ”

"Curator, we only took 20 percent, a total of more than 3,000 people participated, we are afraid that your body will not be able to bear it!" The staff who sent the essay persuaded bitterly.

The old woman put down the pen in her hand and sighed, as if she was dissatisfied with her uncompetitive body and age.

"Put it there, I'll see it later."

In the early years, because she was too strict with her children, her own children were struggling outside, although she was famous, but she rarely had time to come back to see her, and she was widowed in middle age now, she only felt lonely, and she was afraid that only these books, these articles could numb her lonely nerves.

After the staff left, the old woman stared at the sunlight in the window for a long time, hunched over and got up to take the wad of papers.

The reason why I want half of the article is just because I can pass the time of boredom.

From morning to noon, the room was filled with the sound of paper rolls grinding and a pair of attentive glasses.

The old woman gently soothed the name of a scroll with her thumb, this is her granddaughter, hey, I haven't seen that girl for almost three or four years, and I guess she has been slim.

With a look of relief, she read the article word by word, and finally couldn't cry.

Lu Xin wrote it, it was her.

The language has changed from the usual style of creation, and Lu Xin's writing this time is extraordinarily plain and extraordinarily true.

Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, the old woman pursed her lips, put the paper on the table, stared at the vines outside the window, and exhaled deeply.

After calming down, she continued to look down and couldn't help but sigh.

This article, in one word, wonderful!

Whether it is the concept, the content, or the rhythm, it is very well grasped, but the only pity is that she can't see the emotion.

Of course, the current business article does not need to pour out their feelings, maybe this one is what the final reviewer needs.

deliberately took a look at the name, Mu Ling, but it was also graceful.

Wait, eleven years old? Since the scope of the entry is the entire high school, the date of birth has been added to the personal information column.

No wonder, what emotions can an eleven-year-old have?

sighed secretly, since he woke up by the river, he forgot everything, and thanks to his partner, he was able to survive in this world.

I don't know my name, I don't know my exact age, and I don't know if I used to have a home.

She always felt like she had forgotten the most important person, one, or two.

But then, she married her partner who died young, raised a pair of children, a husband and children, and was happy for a while, like now, she can only live in this empty museum.

Everyone envies her for having an outstanding son, envying her success, and envying her inexhaustible family wealth, but who can understand her lost heart?

A person who does not have the memories of his youth is incomplete, no matter how happy he is.

Sighing again, she bowed her head and continued to spend the afternoon quietly without words.

Outside the window, the vines, rustling in the wind.

At this time, in the editing room of the online text terminal, there was another quarrel.

"Editor-in-chief, you're not fair to Meow Jun like this!" Kogoro burst into the conference room and shouted.

"Kogoro, pay attention to the rules, you can't enter here casually!" Shi Tao's voice was low and a little impatient.

"But what is the shadowless "Xianfan"! The end of the meow is coming to an end, and it should be more suitable for developing the game plot than Shadowless! ”

"Kogoro, I'll talk about it again, get out!"

Kogoro bit his lip and reluctantly retreated.

"Heh, it's all said that this kind of book is the end of the world, even if it is popular, who dares to make a game, anime can harmonize some content, the games are real, and the government will not allow this kind of violent game to be served." Ho Chi Minh clutched his crutches in his hand and said with a perverse expression.

The last in-ground signing incident had already made him very unhappy, and this time the change was really cool to his heart.

How could his vision be wrong, the market for novels and comics is not equal to games!

"Mr. Hu, I salute you purely because of your age, as far as your vision is concerned, I don't think you need to stay in this conference room, it's purely embarrassing." The young man who supported Mu Ling last time still choked with Ho Chi Minh this time.

"Times are progressive, how many people change their minds and become paranoid because of playing games? Everyone is playing the game to have fun, and suppressing the genre now will only give future competitors a chance! ”

"Hmph, who's going to develop this game!" Ho Chi Minh is full of energy.

"Editor-in-chief, the game company said that it can only make one now?" The young man asked.

He likes the last days of Meow Jun, but it doesn't mean that he hates the shadowless immortals.

"Yes, in a time period, only one work is suitable, because publicity accounts for a large proportion, and promoting two at the same time is not only expensive, but the effect is not good enough."

Shi Tao held ten hands and said solemnly.

From the perspective of data alone, "The End of the World" is indeed slightly higher than "Xianfan", but its genre has always been a huge controversy.

Originally, they had already decided to use Xianfan, but there were many people who opposed it, so there was this emergency meeting.

The young man also fell silent.

"Then make "Xianfan", its immortal cultivation system is more suitable." After a long silence, Shi Tao gave an order.

Ho Chi Minh raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly.

When the meeting ended, a total of seven people walked out of the conference room, and Kogoro immediately ran forward.

"Editor-in-chief, now that "The Last Days" is coming to an end, the launch of the game will usher in another climax, and it will also become a peak of "The End of the World", believe me, this is definitely more valuable than "Xianfan"!"

Xiao Goro grabbed Shi Tao's arm, his brows furrowed, very sincere.

"Sorry, we've got a resolution."

Shi Tao indifferently brushed away Kogoro's hand, and walked into the distance with Qin Yi, who had always been bewitching.

Gritting his teeth, Kogoro, as the editor of Meow-kun, is naturally not very comfortable in his heart, blaming him, he didn't win the opportunity to play the game, because just Meow-kun's book, he feels that it is already impeccable.

"It's okay, there will be a chance in the future." The young man patted Kogoro and reluctantly followed.

"Hey, like a flower, I'll leave you with something." Kogoro returned to his editing room and dialed a phone call to Comrade Ruhana, who was resting today.

"What's the matter, our cold Kogoro still has time to beg me?" Ruhua, who has always been shapeless, can't help but joke. (To be continued.) )