The hourglass of time passed quickly, one day, two days, in the blink of an eye, three years passed, and it was also the ninth year of graduation.

Yin Hao sat on the bed in the hotel a little tiredly, rubbing his temples with his palms, and his face was very tired. Looking at his appearance again, it has not changed much compared to the past, but it looks like it has changed a lot, and even the hairline has moved back a lot.

"Brother Yin, are you okay? If you want to, find a doctor! Another good-looking boy stood beside him and asked with some concern.

"It's okay, it's not a big deal, it's a common problem for online writers. If you stay up late for a long time, your energy will slowly weaken... Look at my hair, it's falling out faster every day! Yin Hao smiled self-deprecatingly, "So Xiao Zhao, it's good to be an assistant, at least it won't be so "bald"!" ”

The Xiao Zhao in front of him is the assistant arranged for him by the signing company, and he is usually responsible for handling some miscellaneous things.

After all, the novel is written at his level, and in a sense, the author himself is a public figure, and he will naturally attract a lot of trouble every day. Originally, many things should have been handled by the editor, but his editor was a girl of the same age, so in order not to cause scandals, the intersection of the two stayed at work.

Brother Yin laughed... Even if you really shave your head, with your talent, there are many people who follow you. Besides, isn't it fashionable to have wig sets now? It's good to buy one and wear it! ”

Yin Hao shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and did not continue the topic, but slowly flipped through the manuscript at hand.

After a long time, I heard him smile faintly, "I finally lived up to my mission and wrote the third part... Xiao Zhao, reply to the company, the new book signing in the afternoon will be carried out as usual, by the way, you can help me sort out the relevant materials by the way! ”

"Understood!" Xiao Zhao nodded and withdrew.

Yin Hao picked it up and put it away, found the editor's number, and in the past few years, his contracted editor has never been replaced, from the beginning.

"The new book has been built and will be serialized immediately, and the company will hold a signing meeting in the afternoon. I'll send you the beginning and outline first, if you have any comments, don't hesitate to put forward any comments, for the quality of the book, you value it more than anyone else, you review, I don't worry!"

About half an hour passed, and with a ding-dong, the editor recovered, "Congratulations, I hope you have a smooth signing this afternoon." There are no big problems with the new book, I have marked a few small places in red, you can revise them again! ”

"Thanks!"

This time, the editor's reply was quick, "Thanks for what? Can I help you review the text? No need, I'm your editor, and it's my responsibility! ”

"No, it's mainly because you took me on the road of romance back then, and thank you for accompanying me all the way and helping me get out of the trough of my life!" Smiled slightly, grateful replyer, but this time, the editor didn't give any answer.

In front of Yin Hao, there were several hardcover novels, which were the publications of his first two romance essays, and his thoughts drifted back to three years ago. At that time, his depression was very serious, and in order to write down his story, he resolutely chose to create romance novels, but no one thought that his fate would change from that moment.

Her editors worked at full strength, coupled with the good quality of the book, although it was a short story, it was an instant hit, and finally even the physical publishing rights and film and television rights were successfully sold.

It can be said that it was her editor who made him what he is now, and the second book that took advantage of the popularity directly pushed him to the altar. However, under the double gain of fame and fortune, he naturally ushered in new problems, his body could not bear it at all, he was originally overdrafted, and now he is even more overwhelmed.

"Perhaps, after writing this book, it should be closed... The era that belongs to me has finally passed! Yin Hao muttered lightly, a trace of imperceptible melancholy flashed on his face.

No one knew that in his drawer there were dense pill bottles, all of which were used to help him sleep. His depression has never recovered, and for three years, in order to be able to fall asleep, he can only keep taking medicine, but as the drug resistance grows, the amount of medicine he takes has to increase more and more.

......

The book signing was a great success, and the well-known domestic media were all present at the scene.

"Is the third part the final season? If so, it is convenient to reveal the ending in advance, is it a comedy or a tragedy? A reporter suddenly stood up and asked.

"It's the final season, as for the ending, the ups and downs are all life, naturally there are joys and sorrows!" Yin Hao smiled slightly, and answered fluently, he had trained these questions in advance.

It's just that the reporter was not satisfied with this kind of question and answer, and asked a little sharply, "Some people say that you are the hero of the story, may I ask you that you have been wearing a mask, do you want to hide your identity?" I've learned about your past, and the information I've gathered does show that you have had the experience of being in a wealthy family before! ”

"Oh? What do you want to express? His eyes were slightly cold, and Yin Hao's face suddenly became cold.

"It's nothing, I just want to know, don't you feel sad that you put your story on the table for everyone to read?" The reporter argued, "Are you doing this in the hope of gaining sympathy?" ”

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This time, the editor's reply was quick, "Thanks for what? Can I help you review the text? No need, I'm your editor, and it's my responsibility! ”

"No, it's mainly because you took me on the road of romance back then, and thank you for accompanying me all the way and helping me get out of the trough of my life!" Smiled slightly, grateful replyer, but this time, the editor didn't give any answer.

In front of Yin Hao, there were several hardcover novels, which were the publications of his first two romance essays, and his thoughts drifted back to three years ago. At that time, his depression was very serious, and in order to write down his story, he resolutely chose to create romance novels, but no one thought that his fate would change from that moment.

Her editors worked at full strength, coupled with the good quality of the book, although it was a short story, it was an instant hit, and finally even the physical publishing rights and film and television rights were successfully sold.

It can be said that it was her editor who made him what he is now, and the second book that took advantage of the popularity directly pushed him to the altar. However, under the double gain of fame and fortune, he naturally ushered in new problems, his body could not bear it at all, he was originally overdrafted, and now he is even more overwhelmed.

"Perhaps, after writing this book, it should be closed... The era that belongs to me has finally passed! Yin Hao muttered lightly, a trace of imperceptible melancholy flashed on his face.