"The first book that is beyond the normal level, but it is a story with you."

Yingluo sorted out the paper in her hand.

"But even so, the seniors didn't clearly express that they liked this emotion, didn't the seniors say it, it can't be reproduced, and it can't be continued."

"Even so, you still have a chance."

"It's weird."

"Something is strange."

"It stands to reason that you should be more supportive of Sakurabaku, why do you say that I still have a chance."

"Why do you want to support Sakuraba."

"She's such a famous painter, it would be better to keep her."

"It's a novelist's job to keep an illustrator, not my job, it's my job to be in charge of the writers I'm responsible for."

"You're so kind."

"I'm not kind, I'm profit-oriented."

Whether it's a colleague from the library to which he belongs now, or a staff member of other libraries, it's not familiar with the name Wenyu, but if you say fox, it's someone everyone knows.

Basically, more than half of the bestsellers go out of her. The most exaggerated library, which puts interests first but does not change jobs, offered Miss Wenyu twice her current salary, but she still had no intention of changing jobs, and resolutely refused.

"Profit first is not about yourself."

"Don't talk about this, how about it, can you work?"

"Yes, it's a unique way to divert attention."

"Then let's get to work."

Miss Wenyu went out and got back the copywriting bag for work to discuss.

"Because of the subject matter of your book, I still don't want to talk to you about work."

Miss Wenyu placed a document in front of Yingluo, and slowly opened the stack.

"Is there anything wrong with the subject matter of my book?"

"There is no problem, but your book is based on being with Lijiu, in other words, because of Lijiu's inspiration."

"Indeed...... That's it......"

"That's why I don't want to talk to you about work, and in your outline, the next volume is not very suitable for writing now."

"Ignorance separates this volume."

"That's right, it's this volume, although the subject matter is also very good, but is it okay to write it really now?"

"Maybe it's best to write now."

Looking at Yingluo's smile, Miss Wenyu finally agreed.

"If you can't write, stop writing for the time being, and a writer with a broken mind can't go far."

After returning home, Yingluo turned on her computer and wrote the next volume of the story.

"It seems that this volume of things happened to me, should I say that the way of heaven is good for reincarnation?" He smiled self-deprecatingly and then started to do it.

Slender fingers tap the music on the keyboard, and the smooth movements are as if you already have a complete copy in your mind. With a calm face, he typed one text after another.

Gradually, after about thirty pages had passed, Yingluo's expression changed, her brows furrowed, her expression was slightly distorted, and a gentle sobbing sound sounded.

"Sure enough...... Shouldn't be written at this time......"

Tears continued to leave on his cheeks, and the movements of his hands stopped at the same time.

"Obviously...... I'll come first...... But I didn't catch him......"

The things that happened in the past in the brain flew by like a comic book, and at this moment, the past like a marquee opened up Yingluo's feelings, what does Yingluo mean, infinite light, or endless jade.

In fact, it is only now that I can see clearly that for myself, it is only countless broken jades put together that I have formed myself.