Chapter 67 "Where is the Road" Zhang Baotong

The negotiation with the editor was also very simple and smooth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After reading her outline and talking about some writing requirements and precautions, she said, "I would like to open a column for you in the supplement of the Business Times to serialize your autobiographical novel, tentatively titled 'Where is the Road?' You have to write two or three thousand words a day and email it to my mailbox." ”

Ke Xiuxiu said to Editor Shang, "There is no problem with writing two or three thousand words of manuscript every day, but I don't have a computer, and the computers I usually use are all public computers in the unit, and it is not a problem to buy a computer, but the salary of "Police Courage" has not yet been paid, and at the moment, I can't buy a computer." Can your newspaper pay me part of the manuscript fee first, and let me buy a computer first? Because I don't have a computer, I can't write or upload emails to you. ”

Editor Shang was very surprised when she heard that she didn't have a computer, so she said, "What age is it, you don't even have a computer?" Xiuxiu smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I don't have anything but a little fame now." Editor Shang said, "In today's society, there is everything if there is fame. Don't worry, the bread will be there, and the computer will be there. Let me figure it out for you. In this way, I have a classmate who is the general manager of Lenovo Group Company, no, I asked him to send you one. ”

Xiuxiu immediately waved her hand and said, "No, how can I ask for other people's things casually." Renjia companies are also in business. Editor Shang smiled, "You don't know this, do you?" If he gives you a computer, and our newspaper reports on it, doesn't it mean that he has advertised his computer and the company? Don't worry, he's afraid he can't ask for this kind of thing. ”

As he spoke, Editor Shang took out his mobile phone and called the classmate. After making the call, Editor Shang said, "How about it, you should go home quickly, someone has already sent someone to send you the computer." Xiuxiu still felt embarrassed, so she said, "Can you do it if you don't go?" How do you write a report for someone afterwards? Editor Shang said, "Afterwards, you call me on my mobile phone." I'll write the manuscript directly and see it in the newspaper tomorrow morning. With that, he got up and shook hands with Xiuxiu.

Xiuxiu hurriedly blocked the car and rushed to her residence outside the city gate of South Street. When she got back to the house, the person who delivered the computer hadn't come yet, so she sat in the room and watched TV while waiting. After a while, the delivery man came, it was a young man, he went upstairs and downstairs only twice, and then moved the computer and computer desk upstairs. He put things on the floor, glanced into the room, and said to Xiuxiu, "You are the big star Xu Wenxiu in "Heavenly Adventure"? Xiuxiu smiled embarrassedly and said, "yes." ”

The young man shook his head, and said, "I thought you lived in the same place as the palace." Xiuxiu joked and said, "Isn't it like the palace here?" The young man said, "It's far away, I've been to a lot of people's homes, and it's not good to say, you are not even as good as ordinary people here, just like people who have just entered the city to work." ”

The lad was right. Xiuxiu's house was given to her by Feitian Film and Television Production Co., Ltd. as a reward, and it is a two-bedroom unit with a living room, about 80 square meters, and it is very luxuriously decorated. But there was only a small bed, a wardrobe, a desk and a sofa, a TV and a coffee table. Not only did the whole house seem empty, but even the items and furniture in this house were very simple and old, which did not match this luxurious house. So, Xiuxiu said to the guy, "I'm the one who just entered the city to work." The guy shook his head and said, "No way, you're a big star." ”

At this time, Editor Shang called and asked if the computer had been delivered. Xiuxiu immediately replied that not only the computer was delivered, but also the computer desk and chair. After making the call, the guy had already placed the computer and computer desk neatly in the cabin. Xiuxiu sat in front of the computer, turned on the computer and began to write the first chapter of "Where is the Road".

On Sunday, Xiuxiu got up early and started writing, and wrote until noon, feeling a little tired and annoyed, so she wanted to go out and walk around. So, she thought that she should go to see Peng Wa, so she came to the intersection where she met Peng Wa that day, but Peng Wa was not there.

She asked an old man sitting in the sun at the mouth of the alley, "Uncle, why didn't the shoe repairer come out today?" The old man said, "He hasn't been out for three or five days." Xiuxiu asked, "Do you know where he lives?" The old man pointed to the alley and said, "He lives in this alley, but he has already moved away, and he has been there for three or four days." Xiuxiu asked, "Do you know where he moved?" The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

Leaving the alley, Xiuxiu was in a gloomy and depressed mood, feeling that Pengwa was deliberately avoiding her, maybe being with her made him feel that his self-esteem would be hurt. But this is something Xiuxiu did not expect in advance.

Xiuxiu walked towards the side of the settlement road, from where she wanted to take the bus back. Walking alone on the busy street, Xiuxiu always has a sense of strangeness and loss in a different place, just like an orchid, growing up in the mountains that people don't know, but in the city is regarded as a treasure, but the city is not the homeland where she was born and raised.

Yes, this city is the place where she showed off her talents and became famous in one fell swoop, and how much excitement and excitement she once had. But there are always too few moments of excitement and excitement, and the feelings of loneliness and apathy are always so long and deep? Sometimes when I think about it, I feel that people live a really funny, boring, boring and boring life.

In order to get rid of her worries and helplessness, she tried her best to find something to do for herself. In addition to normal filming, she locked herself in the house, chewing and reminiscing about the profound and unforgettable experiences in her life, thinking and looking for a way out of her confusion and loneliness, but the results of thinking and searching made the confusion and loneliness more and more heavy and deep. In fact, confusion and loneliness have been a state of mind for human beings since ancient times. This state is something you can't get out of no matter what. It's like an orchid in the deep mountains and valleys, always cherishing talent and not encountering lonely self-pity, but really entering the hustle and bustle of the city, and feeling lonely and lost and not knowing where to go.

Although thinking and writing can enrich people's hearts and earn a lot of money, if you can be with your loved ones and have a family affair, or talk about love with your lover, even if you talk casually with a strange person of the opposite sex, it will be much more fulfilling than hiding alone in the house and meditating and secretly crying for pity. Despite the beauty of solitude, people don't really like to live in solitude.

But there's also the benefit of being alone, which is that you have a lot of time to think and write. During this time, Xiuxiu worked almost all day, getting up at six o'clock in the morning, not bothering to fold the quilt, sitting in front of the computer and starting to write, and writing until ten o'clock at night before turning off the computer. Unless sometimes I can't write anymore, or I don't know how to write, I let myself go out to the city wall not far from my residence to relax, and when I have new emotions and inspiration, I can go back to the computer and start writing.

Writing requires absolute silence of the mind, and as long as one can be quiet, the mind and brain can be undisturbed. But she couldn't be quiet. Today, a company wants to ask her to shoot an advertisement, and tomorrow, a reporter wants to interview her. She can't be sloppy in everything, because she needs fame and money. And those who are engaged in writing are most afraid of being disturbed. Sometimes, when she was writing on her head, her mobile phone rang, and she had to interrupt her writing, negotiate with others, and do things for others.