To change the focus, it is a book, and this money is too easy to make.

"Hello? Xiaoqing, are you listening? Liuyun asked patiently.

Pan Xiaoqing bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "I'm listening." ”

Liuyun sensitively noticed that Pan Xiaoqing seemed to be a little depressed, but the other party didn't say that he didn't want to ask much, so he could only stop working, pick up his mobile phone and walk to the living room.

He poured himself a glass of water and waited for Pan Xiaoqing's voice.

After a few more moments, the phone was quiet only with the faint sound of electricity.

Liuyun's worry became a little heavier, "Hey", he said into the microphone, "Xiaoqing, what's going on?" ”

In Liuyun's mind, Pan Xiaoqing's family background and her talent are all above herself, even if she occasionally has a little idea of dating, she doesn't dare to think about it.

Not to mention that he has not had any recognized achievements on the road of writing until now, even if he can publish a book, he feels that he is 108,000 miles away from Pan Xiaoqing's life.

One is a princess in the castle, and her work is purely a hobby.

As for him, he has already embarked on the road of professional writing, and it seems unlikely that he will go back to other industries.

In fact, he didn't think about it so much, but occasionally squeezed the subway during the rush hour, or saw the office at home sitting in a dangerous position for one person at a checker, Liuyun couldn't help but feel a little scared.

The road he has already embarked on, no matter how difficult it is, seems to be able to survive on this road, and now it is almost impossible to really say that he wants to change his current situation and engage in other industries.

"yes, I'm probably Kavin." Pan Xiaoqing lay down on the bed, facing the sky on her back, and squeezed out a frustrating word.

Liuyun laughed inappropriately on the other end of the phone, "Hahaha", he smiled and said, "Isn't this a normal thing?" ”

"Normal?" Pan Xiaoqing's face was very ugly.

"yes, I write it all the time, and sometimes I get stuck until I vomit."

Liuyun talked about his past, but he didn't feel anything unpleasant, but seemed to see himself who was once very persistent, and there was a faint envy in his heart.

Liuyun took out a can of Coke and tore it open the pull ring.

"You're drinking?" Pan Xiaoqing, who had a sensitive ear on the other end of the phone, quickly noticed the sound of the carbonated drink being opened.

Liuyun replied with a smile, "I suddenly want to drink Coke, and I happen to have a can in the refrigerator." ”

"Ice Coke!" Pan Xiaoqing's stomach was unhappy again.

Liuyun's side remembered the self who wanted to vomit when he drank Coke.

He turned on the phone, then took off a drinking cup, poured the Coke into the clear one, tilted his head, and drank it.

This time, there was no nausea and no signs of shaking hands.

"Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to drink like this?" Pan Xiaoqing asked casually.

"Before, I thought I was sick and went to the doctor for a check-up."

"Check?"

Liuyun laughed, "Yes, I thought I probably had some disease, gastrointestinal problems, you write a health column, you must know more about these medical problems than me, such as long-term lack of exercise, sedentary, etc., which caused excessive gastrointestinal burden, I couldn't drink Coke at the time, I wanted to vomit when I drank it, and the whole person had no strength, and the stomach was either blocked with a big stone, or the stomach was weak as if it was completely hollowed out and couldn't hold things." ”

It turns out that Liuyun has had such a difficult time? When did it happen?

Pan Xiaoqing recalled the situation when he saw Liuyun, he was a clean and unambitious young man.

If you want to say that you have a successful career, you definitely can't get to the top, but you're just a confused little author in his thirties who is still thinking about what to write.

This kind of small author, the publishing house has to reject many without listening to it.

Pan Xiaoqing also often hears some editors complain, "Every day, I send rejection emails to authors, and I don't want to write a few more sentences at all, although there are many obvious problems in the manuscript, but how much does it have to do with the editors, these authors don't know how many places they will send the manuscript to, I don't know how many editors have read the manuscript in front of them, and other editors will also point out the shortcomings." Or some 'veteran editors' who have been in the editorial industry for a longer time are asked to tell the truth when they joke on weekdays. For example, many problems in manuscripts are obvious at a glance, but the authors themselves can't find them, and if they can't find them, even if they point them out, it won't help.

There are also some authors' problems that are common among young authors, even if the editor says so, they won't change it, and there are others that they can't change even if they want to.

If you want to change the shortcomings of the article, you can easily change the shortcomings of the article, writing will not be a high-risk industry, think about so many new authors every year, every day there are many people who think they have the talent to devote themselves to writing, but there are a few people who can really rely on writing to eat, and it is even more difficult to get some results in this field.

The editor is different, for the editor, he goes to and from work, reviews the manuscript according to the standard, publishes the standard of publication, and publishes the requirements of publication, and if he fails to meet the standards and requirements, he will naturally receive rejection first, no matter how many manuscripts the author submits in a year, the editor who does not meet the standard will still reject the manuscript. ”

At that time, Liuyun was probably the kind of author that the editor was not very optimistic about, maybe he was relaxed and suddenly changed from writing a topic, which can be regarded as an escape from reality.

It is indeed a good choice to leave a familiar city and go to a faraway country to rediscover the joy that words can bring him.

And what makes Pan Xiaoqing a little envious is that the current Liuyun seems to be a successful author.

Thinking of this, Pan Xiaoqing's stomach twisted again, she covered her hand on her stomach, and the soft light green sweater became cold because it was soaked with sweat from her hands.

"How was it treated?" Pan Xiaoqing felt that it was a little impolite to call others and not speak, so he found a topic and reluctantly said it again.

She also didn't understand what was wrong with her, and suddenly she was very depressed, probably because of the discomfort in her stomach.

"I didn't get sick anymore." Liuyun replied.

"Not sick?"

"yes, I didn't get sick, and then I went to the doctor, and then I went to the hospital several times, and then I got better anyway, what's wrong with you? Are you also upset? Liuyun's voice suddenly became nervous.

He put down the cup, walked back to the desk, looked at the words written on the screen for an afternoon, and suddenly felt very ugly, so he pressed the delete key with his right hand, word by word, line by line, paragraph by paragraph, and finally deleted all the more than 1,000 words written in the afternoon.

Dissatisfied!

Liuyun sighed inwardly.

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