It is the time of the winter solstice.

Outside the window, the cold wind swept the sparse snow and drifted through the night. There were still a few dead leaves in the air, sighing decadently in the wind, and finally leaving the branches.

Deserted, miserable and miserable.

In a simple rental house, Wan Meng was meditating. For three months, three whole months she hadn't written a single thing. Since she decided to become a full-time writer three years ago, she really hasn't achieved anything. Except for a few articles that were published, there were only rejection notices in return. Of course, the meager manuscript fee is not enough to support her life for three years, and her sister, who has a successful career, has been helping her openly and secretly. Recalling her vow that she "will definitely succeed", all she could do was smile bitterly.

"Why can't you be satisfied with your current life, do you have to pursue unrealistic things?" the sister's words rang in her ears from time to time, she could not listen to it at first, but now, she was powerless to refute it.

Perhaps, it's time to give up.

Wayward children always have to grow up.

Isn't it?

The phone rang.

Looking at the familiar number on the screen, Wan Meng suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. To answer, or not to answer?

That's my sister.

After hesitating for a long time, she still took it. The sister on the other end of the phone paused and spoke: "Still writing novels?"

"Hmm. ”

"Give it up. ”

Wan Meng was a little surprised. My sister has never said such a thing so bluntly.

"Wake up, if you really are this piece of material, how can it be that no one cares about it for three years?"

"No! I ......."

She couldn't find an answer.

"Be mature! I can't support you for a lifetime! I'll come to work in my sister's company tomorrow, I'll help you arrange it, as long as you work on snacks, everything will not be a problem, your education is so high, can't you handle this?"

“...... Well. "The stubborn bird still had to bow his head.

Feathers on the ground.

Someone knocking on the door?

It's Ah Yu who is the door. "Wan Meng, that, I don't have enough salt at home, it's too late to buy it now, can you give me some? He smiled embarrassedly, showing his white teeth. "Okay, you wait a minute. "Sent Ah Yu away, and someone knocked on the door again?

"Mengmeng, are you okay?" is Lin Chen?