I don't know what happened to him later, or what people he met, which made him suddenly change his style of writing and suddenly change his creative field.

Liuyun has turned from an author with a plane ticket to Istanbul to a travel blogger-like author, and now he has even received an invitation from the consulate to write another "travel guide".

has made a lot of money and has a lot of fans, and even the last time they met, Liuyun also said that the merchant who sells lipstick asked him for help if he could do some small advertising on Weibo.

Liuyun naturally refused, the reason was that the style did not match, and he was not Li Jiaqi.

Li Jiaqi is a traffic star, and the traffic of many celebrities cannot be compared with him.

Pan Xiaoqing said this to Liuyun at the time, but Liuyun said that there was no way to compare it at all, he was a small fighter.

In fact, it is obvious that the transformation with the times has been successful, but now it is Pan Xiaoqing who is hitting the street.

Thinking about it, thinking about it, Pan Xiaoqing's stomach began to turn over the river again, the garden where the path was forked just now may be because it is made of milk, and now her stomach is very uncomfortable, as if she is holding a dry towel and squeezing dumplings.

Pan Xiaoqing endured the discomfort, opened the writing software, and when she saw the blank writing page, her head was also dizzy, let alone write something, even if she looked at the screen carefully, she couldn't do it.

It couldn't be more accurate to describe that I was uncomfortable.

'What's wrong with me?' Am I just so wasted! Pan Xiaoqing is not a personality that admits defeat, it is more appropriate to say that she has a strong personality.

Thinking of this, Pan Xiaoqing forced himself to face the screen, no matter what, he had to type something.

Set a small goal, and today's task is to write ten pages.

Ten pages is not a lot of words, which is not enough words for a column.

Begin! Begin!

Vomiting!

Turning over the river and the sea!

No matter so much, you must write, Pan Xiaoqing, you are an author, you are not one of those planners who think about doing commercial programs all day long, you are different from them! It's not the same!

Pan Xiaoqing tried to talk with his own hands, but the hands placed on the keyboard of the notebook were completely unwilling to move, as if they were frozen.

She stood up helplessly, throbbed a few times, and her stomach bumped up and down like a roller coaster ride with her beats.

Then Pan Xiaoqing sat on the chair again, watching the cursor flash in the blank space of the first line, she watched the flickering cursor gradually daze, and seemed to see two cursors flashing in front of her.

And for the first time, she noticed that the speed of the cursor flickering was about a second, or less than a second, and she counted it as if she was fascinated

1，2，3，4，5，6......

When he counted to more than a hundred, Pan Xiaoqing was interrupted by another churning in his stomach.

She discovered that the cursor was truly a torturous youkai, almost as fast as the heart watching it.

Forget it, give up! Maybe you're not that material, don't think that after a few years of writing a column, you can always be in the industry with some readers.

In the beginning, I just wanted to try it, did I really think that I could be like those foreign columnists, such as the Financial Times in New York, who were full of silver hair, and their words and opinions were still very popular with editors-in-chief and readers?

It's just a small one among all living beings, but someone appreciates the food and gives the opportunity to publish a few columns.

Even, it was only because her parents' foundation had donated to some schools and hospitals, so those experts were willing to cooperate with her interviews.

As for the topics that have been appreciated, in the final analysis, it is because there are experts who are willing to cooperate with her and are willing to tell her those contents, that Pan Xiaoqing has the material to write them down.

If there were no experts who were willing to help, how could she, Pan Xiaoqing, write better than other columnists?

In the final analysis, there is a threshold for interviewing a doctor or an expert, because under some external conditions that have nothing to do with her own talent, she gets special rights, and then she gets what others can't get.

In the end, she wrote it into a column and that's it.

In this process, Pan Xiaoqing asked herself, what did she do in the process?

Nothing, she didn't do anything at all.

Are these things done by an author? No! These things can be done well by an editor of a self-media, she just took a voice recorder to do some interview work, asked some questions, exported the content into words, sorted out the text, and slightly made the incoherent places more coherent.

But the content did not come from her pen at all, let alone from her brain.

These contents are the content of other people's work, part of other people's experience, and have nothing to do with Pan Xiaoqing, the author!

Thinking of this, Pan Xiaoqing's thoughts were completely confused, not only did her stomach feel uncomfortable, but her whole body became extremely weak.

The weaker he is, the more unwilling he is to admit defeat.

Typing! I'm going to have to think of a topic today!

It's a pity that writing is never something that can be written when you want to write, Pan Xiaoqing tried many times, and finally another hour passed, and the cursor was still at the front of the first line, and the back of it was completely blank.

Whiter than the cold sky outside.

I'm not an author, Pan Xiaoqing is just a content organizer. The huge inferiority complex completely knocked Pan Xiaoqing down, she threw herself on the bed and cried for a long time, and then she decided to call Liuyun and ask him how he had changed in the first place, how he could put down his original creation and do those things that kept pace with the times.

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The call quickly went through, and Liuyun told her that she was writing.

Pan Xiaoqing was a little frustrated, and what she wanted to say in her heart was forced to go back because she had to endure it.

However, Liuyun heard that something was wrong with Pan Xiaoqing on the other end of the phone, and asked, "Xiaoqing, what's wrong with you?" Isn't it Kavin? ”

Calvin! It's impossible, how can Pan Xiaoqing know Kawen, and he is not the author, what kind of Kawen!

"Carvin's words are very common."

While listening to Liuyun speak, Pan Xiaoqing seemed to hear the sound of tapping on the keyboard in his ears.

"Are you writing?" Pan Xiaoqing asked.

"Well, yes, I'm trying to write something."

'Try to write a little?' What kind of strange thing to say, it's obvious that the keyboard is super loud, it must be a spring of thought. ’

Pan Xiaoqing suddenly regretted a little, it was really an unwise choice to call Liuyun, he was writing a travelogue now, and it seemed that Liuyun's previous meaning was to rewrite the book he had just published, write it more simply, reduce some story components, and add more tourism content.