The next day, An Qing's door was knocked on by a really beautiful look.

"Open the door, I'm looking for you. ”

As if she had foreseen it, Yingyue lay lazily on the bed.

An Qing also obediently went to open the door, and a really good-looking big face came and threw herself into An Qing's arms.

"Woo woo~~~"

The sister who was already crying in An Qing's arms was in tears......

"Sister, shall we go in and say?"

Feeling the sadness of her sisters, An Qing slowed down her voice and reminded in a low voice.

"Trouble. "Lying on the bed, Yingyue, silver light flashed into the flute.

It's so good-looking, with An Qing's support, sitting on a chair.

I saw that the sisters who were still in good spirits yesterday have lost their spirits today. The eye sockets also fell, and the swollen eyes of crying told An Qing that the master was going through something sad.

It seemed that he didn't want to be so far away from An Qing, so he pounced on An Qing again and cried softly.

The two hugged each other tightly like this, and I don't know how long it took... The house is quite quiet... It was so quiet that only the sound of sobbing could be heard.

In addition to the sound of the girl sobbing, there was also sadness that quickly took over the entire space like a tornado.

People say that sadness is contagious, and that's true. An Qing's hand gently caressed her sister's back.

The white fingers felt the fragile voice from the bottom of the girl's heart.

This is the first time An Qing has seen her sister cry so sadly. Although the two like to get into trouble together, they don't wave away, and goodbye is a floating cloud.

An Qing comforted her sister with her hand, and at the same time thought about what could make the lively and cheerful sister so sad......

But after thinking about it... Still can't think of it... It seems that I only waited for my sister to calm down and told myself....

Thinking of this, A Qing had a warm smile on her face. She was willing to stay with her sister like this, until she was willing to pour out her sorrow in her heart... No matter how long... She's willing to wait......

Time passes little by little... It's so beautiful and feels the warmth from my sisters. In a sad and sad moment, what a happy thing to be able to hide in the warm embrace for a while! The beauty at the moment is still sad, but the sadness in my heart gradually dissipates in this warmth.

Because of the warmth of my sisters, it's so beautiful that the sad mood has disappeared a lot. An Qing's embrace seemed to have some kind of magic that could suck away all the unpleasantness in her heart. So it was so good-looking that took a deep breath and left the embrace that warmed her.

"Thank you, sister. ”

Looking so good-looking with tear stains, An Qing carefully helped her wipe every tear on her face: "Where, you are my best friend." When you're sad, being there for you is what you need to do as a sister. ”

It's really good-looking, calmed down and narrated the incident to An Qing: "Actually, I originally wanted to surprise you later... But now there's nothing..."

An Qing looked at her sister carefully, waiting for what she was going to say next.

"A few days ago, I accidentally saw a call for papers on the college's bulletin board, so I thought about giving it a try. I've written about you, Teacher July, and Deacon Medusa. ”

"I, Teacher July, Deacon Medusa?"

An Qing couldn't understand what her sister wanted to express for a while. Write about the experiences of three people?

But it's clear that it's really good-looking, because she did do a lot for this call.

'Dangdang' 'Dangdang'

There was a knock on the door of July's room, and when I opened the door, I saw the figure of the girl with the head of the ball.

"Teacher July, can I go in and sit?"

It's so nice to talk to July. The two talked a lot, and even talked about the part where Medusa was desecrated by the owner.

When I heard this, I was so good-looking, my eyes were wide open, and my eyes were full of disbelief.

"Deacon Medusa, actually ....... by the master"

The rest of the words were so beautiful that she didn't go on, and she didn't dare to imagine what happened afterward.

Medusa, who was standing next to July, was quite indifferent: "Ah, this is very common for deacons. A young, beautiful deacon is in the hands of the man, and not a lamb to the slaughter. “

"Can I put her in there, then?"

Really good looking pleaded with Medusa: "Although I used to think that deacons were just subordinates of humans, I think it is indeed a bit too much for the male master to treat the female deacon like this. I'd like to write her down, and maybe someone who sees it will treat his deacon well. ”

"But this kind of fragment, I shouldn't let it be written. ”

"I try to sketch out the master's movements and highlight the deacon's feelings. I'm also a girl, and I can't bear to see you being bullied like this. ”

"Well, write it. ”

The words that are really beautiful touched Medusa, in fact, this is a dispensable thing for Medusa. She hasn't experienced anything after living for so long... It's just that she has to live in this boundless boredom....

In this way, after talking to July and Medusa, it was so beautiful and inspired.

I went back to my room and took out my newly bought notebook and wrote it.

I saw that under the incandescent light, the girl with the head of the ball worked hard to write very seriously.

In the blink of an eye, in the early hours of the morning, the girl with the head of the ball was so sleepy that she couldn't stand it and fell asleep on the bed. The girl in the dream is still writing in the story, writing word by word very seriously.

"Then what did you write about me?" An Qing asked curiously.

She didn't remember what her sister had asked her recently, and what was the story in the book?

"It's the lyrics of "Please Listen to Me Sing Softly" in your hand. I witnessed the whole process of the song!"

It was so good-looking that day that I wanted to go out with An Qing, but I was ruthlessly shut out by Yingyue.

Later, he was directly dragged out of the dormitory by Yingyue and dragged to the mall to buy clothes, and the causes and consequences of this journey naturally listened to Yingyue clearly.

It's so good-looking, I think this paragraph is quite inspirational, so I made it into the story. There are also lyrics, and it looks even taller.

"It's just—" said so nicely.

"Just?" An Qing followed her example, looking forward to what she was going to say next.

"It's just that I was rejected!! "gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, it's really nice to tell the truth. What's the big deal, isn't it just a failure!! she's so good-looking, isn't she the kind of person who can be easily beaten!!

"Huh?" An Qing's surprise was not for no reason, it was so good-looking, and her usual expression ability was very strong. Isn't writing a story to examine the author's ability to express himself? The subject matter is also well chosen, one is a girl's emotional story, and the other is a youth inspirational story. Was the story written in this way still rejected? It really made An Qing a little puzzled.

It was because of this incomprehension that An Qing better understood the grievances in her sisters' hearts.

It's so attentive... It turned out to be ruthlessly returned... This scene is a blow no matter who it puts on ...

"I can accept the story of Deacon Medusa being returned, because it does describe a little bit of the process of the beautiful deacon being bullied by the male hostess. Although the whole article depicts the sad emotions of girls, I admit that I wrote it directly. This one was dismissed and dismissed. But that's not really what makes me angry!!"

Hearing this, An Qing became serious, and she knew that her sister must have been treated unfairly in the process.

"The story about you was accepted by the editor. I was happy at first, who knows after a while. I saw that the editor marked below: There is a suspicion that Chinese and English lyrics account for the number of words in the manuscript, and the manuscript fee will be deducted. ”

The next morning, the editor replied to the message of Really Goodlook, and was very happy to learn that his second manuscript was selected. But when you look at it, you see the annotation below.

ps: There is a suspicion that Chinese and English lyrics account for the number of words in the manuscript, and the manuscript fee will be deducted.

Seeing this remark is so good-looking, it became popular!!

Just like now, it's so nice to slap the table angrily and rise to the ground. The flames in his eyes seemed to burn down the entire dormitory.

"Do you know what they say about me? They said that I used Chinese and English lyrics to take up the word count!! and it was true that the draft required more than 5,000 words per story, but they only saw my Chinese and English lyrics, but they didn't count my words carefully. This makes me very unhappy, super unhappy!!"

"How can they be so unfair? Look at me as a novice person, I can bully if I want. It's the most unfair thing I've ever experienced when I've grown up. I'm not short of those manuscript fees, writing is just a hobby. But their attitude of doing things with dots and lines makes me very unhappy. Super unpleasant !!"

It's so good-looking, and the more you talk about it, the more excited you become.

"Sister!" An Qing looked at her worriedly.

It's really good to continue to express to An Qing: "The reason why I'm so angry is because I thought about this situation in advance. So increased my word count. Two manuscripts, one 7,000 and one 10,000, are selected for 10,000 words. It is undeniable that there are lyrics in Chinese and English alternately in that manuscript. But Lin Lin finally calculated, even if it is alternate between Chinese and English, the number of words in the manuscript will definitely not exceed 1,000 words. Removing punctuation is also more than 5,000 words - so it's not a deliberate embarrassment or anything!!"

Is it because someone did this, that I am like this? Is it because there are other people who make up the word count among the contributors, and when they meet an author who is serious about writing a story, and uses Chinese and English lyrics in the article, they will be pressed as a cheat? What's the matter, can't you use music to run through the story?"

"Can't there be English lyrics? What if I meet a reader like me who doesn't speak English well? Just put the English lyrics on it and let him find the dictionary by himself?"

"I think it's ridiculous, I don't say anything about the number of words, I just keep mentioning the Chinese and English lyrics. This makes me very unhappy, super unhappy!! lyrics I wrote for readers, not for them. The old lady still has set aside the word count for you, won't you read it clearly before looking for trouble? Don't you feel ashamed to randomly press a question that is not a problem? Won't their conscience hurt?"

"I really don't know what it would do to hit a small contributor to him. It's still humble enough to find dignity in front of a small contributor. ”

"Even if you say it's my problem, I don't think it's my problem. I don't think it's unruly to have original lyrics in Chinese and English at all. I've set aside the word count. It's that you didn't see it yourself, and even if I had known that there would be no payment for doing so, I would have done it. I have things I want to express, and I will never waver or compromise on this. ”

"Sister...."

An Qing came to really look good and patted her back that was trembling because of anger.

"You've worked hard to go through something like this. ”

"I really want to say these words, otherwise it would be too aggrieved to put them in my heart. ”

It's so good-looking, gasping for air. I used to cry and get angry, but now I want to do it openly in front of the editor!!

"Do you want to contact the editor in charge of you and see what he has to say?" An Qing made an idea for her sister.

It's so good-looking and shook his head: "He's also a worker for others, so why bother him." ”

"yes, this feeling of being caught in the middle is the hardest. We really shouldn't be embarrassed by each other. An Qing was also very happy to see that her sister still maintained her sanity in a state of anger.

But God knows how long I cried before looking for An Qing. If I hadn't vented for so long, I wouldn't have been able to say this.

"The only thing I'm angry about is the person who made the decision. What to do with other people, I know that. Actually, I didn't think much of it, I just wanted to vent..."

Saying that this is really good-looking and calmed down, the tone is not as fierce as before.

"I just feel that I have been discouraged by this incident, and the beautiful vision that was in my heart is now shaken. ”

"Stubborn girl, no one can give up for you except you. ”

An Qing touched her really good-looking and fluffy hair, and a gentle voice came from her pink lips.

"Yes, I can do it if I want to. The world is so big, there are so many editors, there are so many platforms. If you want to write a good story, where is not home. ”

It's really good-looking, and after walking around the room, the unhappiness in my heart is also relieved. Although you have your best friend by your side, not all emotions can be resolved with company. Many, many things need to be rethought by the experiencer, thinking about his own choices, and the direction he wants to go.

"Of course, this kind of thing is very common, and I heard a few days ago that a student in the academy had a bad time with the editor because of the manuscript. ”

The troubled emotions left the body, and the vision suddenly became broader. An Qing didn't speak, looking at her sister intently and seriously. Because she knew that her sister's words were not finished yet, the stage for singing today was given to her, so that she could sing and express herself to her heart's content.

It's so good-looking, and he turned around and sat on An Qing's bed: "Actually, I'm angry because the editor said that I was making up the number of words without reading the content of the story, so I felt very wronged." Why can't you sing a plot with a musical theme?"

An Qing also sat next to her sister and stared ahead with her: "Yes, we are actually fine. It's hard for those adults to express themselves, both at work and in life. Locked up like this, they need a stage more than we do. ”

"Like now, someone listens to the stage of expression?" A burning gaze emanated from the ball-headed girl's eyes.

"Well, there should be more places in this world that are full of energy. That way for those who are physically and mentally exhausted, they can rest there. ”

As he spoke, the scene from the dream came to mind. A few people, familiar or unfamiliar, sit in a circle on the floor and share their interesting stories one by one.

Or set up a stage in a bar, the people on the stage enthusiastically tell him unforgettable pictures, and the people sitting in the audience listen attentively and carefully... Just like An Qing did.

It's not bad for a few friends to lie on the summer lawn and listen to stories, they are enjoying the sun, happy today from the voice of their partners.......

"There are too many stages like this, but one person can't do it. Savoring the picture in her mind, a sweet smile appeared on An Qing's face.

Only a life full of happiness can nourish people from the bottom of their hearts! Let them be happy from the bottom of their hearts!

"I suddenly thought of a better way than I had just done. "It's so nice to have an idea, and a good idea comes to mind.

"What is it?" is really good to see in An Qing's eyes, this kind of conversation is the right cycle. There is an output, there is a response.

"I want to write about this experience of mine, edit it into words and send it to the editor. ”

"The story of your own experience is so powerful!!" Listening to her sister's very good idea, An Qing applauded without hesitation.

"Because this is both a story and an expression, you can also complain to the editor about those unpleasant emotions in your heart, how good!"

Gradually, a smile appeared on the really good-looking face.

"But are you sure the editor will see your manuscript?" asked An Qing, puzzled.

Really good-looking nodded affirmatively, leaned his head on An Qing's ear and whispered: "You don't know, that's an editor with a lot of hair." His task is to find the author who writes directly about his feelings in the manuscript sent by the author. Pull them out one by one, and then return the manuscript. ”

said that it was really good-looking and made a pulling action, and it was so unpleasant between the movements.

"It's so powerful, the editor can't escape if he wants to. ”

An Qing echoed the sisters' surprised expressions, their shining eyes widened, and their heads shook with the words of their master.

"yes, because that's the only way I can reconcile with myself. Throw away the bad mood. He said that he was so good-looking, with a smug expression.

"I guess when the editor reads your manuscript, I'm very upset. ”

An Qing continued to exaggerate, where is she still the usual lady image at this moment. Sitting next to him is clearly an old man who has never seen the world (Northeast dialect: refers to the appearance of not seeing the market. ）

It's really good-looking and shrugged helplessly: "I'm not a saint, I've been sad for a day because of this matter." At least let me get out of the way. ”

It's so good-looking, pointing to the two spiritual pills on the top of his head: "It's all about imagination." Just thinking about that image is satisfying. ”

Two good sisters in the room, you and I are chatting happily. An Qing smiled naturally and naturally, it was very exaggerated to look good, stretching out her left arm for a while, stretching her right arm for a while, standing up again for a while, tossing and turning.

Finally, it was so good-looking, sitting on the bed, looking at the roof, thinking: "If you count it, a page must have at least 6,000 words." Do you think the editor will show me a mistake again?"

Then I thought of something so beautiful that I made an exaggerated expression. Covering his mouth with his hand, the look in his eyes was not to mention how surprised: "And there will be mixed lyrics in Chinese and English in the next story." There are also the protagonist's memories of the past, will these be counted as word counts by the editor?"

Talking about how beautiful it was, I thought of something, and I didn't even have the hand to cover my mouth. The two hands kept trembling: "Do you think that even this story will be counted as a word count... Oh my God... The world is terrible... Will I be blacklisted because of this? I will never get out of the label of letting go of myself..."

"Sister...."An Qing looked at her sister pitifully, she was so good-looking, she said that she was so pitiful. An Qing has begun to sympathize with what happened after her... Woo woo~~~

"But it doesn't matter, all roads lead to Rome. Even if I don't write a clear story, I still have a lot of themes! ”

"Let's get started, then!"

An Qing smiled, she was so good-looking and smiling.

The two of them successfully put the manuscript into the mailbox before dark.

Thanks to Qingqing's help, it only took a few hours to complete the draft. "It's so good-looking: An Qing raised a bright smile.

"That's right, that's the sister I know. ”

I didn't even eat breakfast, and my stomach started to growl.

So the two good sisters, holding hands at sunset, walked forward happily.

In the evening, An Qing returned to her room and recalled what her sister had said. The silver light flashed, and the red figure burst out of the flute.

"What do you think about this? Yingyue asked Xiang Anqing.

"It's like making a piece of cake and giving it to each other with joy. was criticized by the other party for all kinds of reasons. Or the cream is too sweet, or the cake is too dry. No matter what he said, the other party did not say what the cake chef expected. ”

"You're talking about giving you a cake. Yingyue received.

An Qing nodded and raised a big smile. Nourishing like spring.

"No matter how the cake tastes, it's all cooked by the cake chef with care. Even if it's just a humble junior cake chef who makes it. But as long as she progresses, she will go from beginner to senior. If you work a little harder, you will enter the master at a high level. ”

"Any pastry chef will seem small at the beginning, and the focus of her mind will be small. The small pattern may make her irritable and irritable and lose her temper like a child. But as long as she is brave enough to survive, she will always find her way. At that time, she should have become a beautiful girl. ”

But it can't be achieved by one person alone. It also needs the tolerance of others."

"If you really encounter such a thing, what else can you do but self-regulate?"

"There's always a way, but it only comes to the minds of positive thinkers. "An Qing.

The picture fades little by little, and the figures of the boy and girl gradually disappear. The night sky was silent and calm, and people were sleeping quietly under the moonlight. As the night darkened, the only sound of people sleeping soundly in the air remained......

But does such a story really exist in reality? I really don't know about this, anyway, I made up these two chapters (◕ˇ∀ˇ◕)