Qiao Shu left the hospital the next day after waking up, and the "sequelae" caused by this fainting was helpless for the doctor.

She was one step away from reaching the top of the mountain, when suddenly an avalanche caused her to fall to the bottom of the mountain, and it was difficult to climb again. She forced a smile and deceived herself to hide her sadness, but she couldn't escape reality.

She locked the door of her room and told Wang Mushi that she wanted to get a good night's sleep. In fact, he sat alone on the balcony, leaning against the window, tears silently streaming down his cheeks. She has endured so much hardship and made painting a profession, but now she has lost all her previous efforts, and she can't paint.

She remembers that in the first year of junior high school, Wang Mushi introduced her to the teacher Jiang Xirong, and she liked Teacher Jiang very much. She thinks that Teacher Jiang is like a mother, both strict and gentle, she follows Teacher Jiang to learn writing, and she is very happy every day. also met Lin Yi in this way, Mr. Lin was full of positive energy, and he took Qiao Shu's efforts into account, he admired this girl and helped him everywhere. Qiao Shu worshipped the two of them as teachers at the same time.

Lin Yi came up with ideas for Qiao Shu in three days, making her write faster and move more conveniently, but the result was unsatisfactory.

In the second year of junior high school, Qiao Shu had an unbearable headache, so Lin Yi took her to Dr. Miao. The first time I went to Dr. Miao for treatment, every part of the examination was extremely painful, but she held back, she didn't cry. Entering the later stage of treatment, in order to make her legs more flexible and convenient to move in the future, she pressed her legs by the way, and like those dancers, it was very painful, and she couldn't hold back it several times, crying and screaming.

Finally after these tribulations, Teacher Lin asked her if she wanted to practice running, she didn't even think about it and agreed, at the beginning it was 1.5 kilometers, she ran very slowly, others may easily get it in more than ten minutes, but she sweated profusely and ran for thirty or forty minutes, Teacher Lin patiently followed, she wanted to give up, Teacher Lin cheered her on; After running for four or five years, she no longer needs such supervision from Mr. Lin, but Mr. Lin always accompanies her to run, slow and fast, including Qiao Shu who took the initiative to run 10 kilometers in the back, and he also accompanies him.

When Jiang Xirong explained writing to Qiao Shu, he found that Qiao Shu could come up with a good artistic conception based on the article and could draw it, but he had not undergone professional training, and the connotation was very good, but the appearance was unsightly. At this time, Qiao Shu had recovered, Jiang Xirong taught her to draw, her hands would not shake, but she was weak, Jiang Xirong knew that she must not be soft-hearted, so she hung 2 kilograms of iron on Qiao Shu's wrist. Every day, she stands in front of the drawing board, makes a good posture for drawing, and practices painting with a paintbrush. Jiang Xirong also stood with her, sometimes comforting her softly, sometimes singing for her, but never giving up on her.

All the hardships she endured were worth it, she succeeded, her articles and paintings won countless awards of various sizes, and she plans to sign up for the Jianghong City Ma Rong Flash Competition next month. It's just that the sky is not satisfactory.

Although she had returned to her previous position, she still walked in a normal position, except that her hands were shaking, maybe up and down, maybe from side to side, and she could no longer run and jump, like chains were tied to her feet.

She looked at the last of her paintings, which were not yet finished, and she stood up, holding the brush tightly with her shaky hands, and before she could put down the brush, she shook it, and her last painting ended with a mess.

She took out her mobile phone tremblingly and sent the cover of the monthly magazine to Jiang Xirong. This may be her last finished painting, and it may not be again.

After Jiang Xirong received WeChat, he couldn't help crying, looking at the keyboard on the screen, not knowing what to play.

Lin Yi has been inquiring about various information recently, and he will do whatever it takes to make Qiao Shu recover. found that there was something wrong with Jiang Xirong next to him. "What's wrong?"

"Little Joe's last finished painting." She handed the phone to Lin Yi.

Looking at the painting on his phone, Lin Yi was stunned, he had seen Qiao Shu's countless paintings, none of which were as beautiful as this one, incomparable, with light colors and blended scenes. Did you really answer that sentence, the higher you climb, the worse you fall?

At this time, Qiao Shu's heart was extremely irritable, but she didn't dare to show it, she was afraid that her parents would worry about her again, she was afraid that the two teachers would lose confidence in her, she was afraid that she would abandon herself, she was very afraid. The originally smooth and beautiful hair was repeatedly scratched by her, losing its luster, like an overgrown mess.

The phone rang suddenly, it was Li Rou, Qiao Shu immediately adjusted his mood before answering the phone. But Li Rou's tone was extremely anxious. "Sister Qiao, the editor-in-chief wants to dismiss you!"

Qiao Shu immediately stood up when he heard this, grabbing the curtain next to him. "Why!?" She didn't ask much. "I'll come to the magazine right away."

Qiao Shu immediately combed his hair, draped it over his shoulders, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and put on a little light makeup. Wearing a black jacket and a pair of light blue jeans, grab your bag, and you're about to go out.

Wang Mushi saw that Qiao Shu was going out, and immediately shouted: "Where are you going?" ”

Qiao Shu lowered his head to tie his shoelaces, heard Wang Mushi's question, and said in a voice that couldn't hear joy, anger and sorrow: "There is something wrong with the magazine." He hurried away. Wang Mushi didn't have time to stay.

The traffic in Jianghong City during the day is a little more simple than at night, too simple, there are no colorful lights, only endless flow of vehicles. Qiao Shu's taxi was stuck in the middle of the road, she looked calm in the car, but her left hand was shaking, she pressed her hand under her thigh, and forced it to stop, although the effect was not significant.

It's about the same speed as a snail crawling, and the original 20-minute drive, this traffic jam, almost an hour has passed. As soon as she got out of the car and went downstairs to the company, Qiao Shu wanted to run up, but she remembered that she couldn't run at all now.

I had to walk like a weak willow supporting the wind, and slowly walked in to reach the 17th floor. When colleagues saw Qiao Shu like this, they all cast strange eyes. Of course, they heard about Qiao Shu's situation, and they didn't believe it at first, but when they saw this, there was a chance that it was true, because Qiao Shu used to do things vigorously and resolutely, and he wouldn't learn to be as slow as a lady.

Li Rou immediately ran over, pulled Qiao Shu, and whispered in her ear: "Sister Qiao, don't care about them, they are originally a group of villains who see the wind and steer the rudder." Go inside, the editor-in-chief is waiting for you. ”

Qiao Shu nodded and walked straight to the editor-in-chief's office. After knocking on the door three times and hearing a shout of "please come in" in the office, Qiao Shu opened the door and went in.

The editor-in-chief of the magazine, Ai Pingcai, is a man in his 40s, with a fat body, the small glasses on his huge face are abrupt, and his lips are thick, really like a sausage.

Ai Ping saw that it was Qiao Shu coming, and hurriedly beckoned her to sit down, poured water for her, and asked for warmth.

And Qiao Shu didn't eat this set at all, and asked straight to the point and without minus: "Editor-in-chief, why did you fire me, didn't the cover I designed be adopted?" ”

Ai Ping saw Qiao Shu so uninteresting, lying on the boss's chair, lighting a cigarette, and slowly speaking: "Xiao Qiao, you should know that with your physical fitness, if it weren't for your amazing painting skills, we wouldn't have admitted you at all." But now......" he spread his hands. "You can't draw anymore, the magazine doesn't raise idlers."

It was really rubbing salt on Qiao Shu's wounds, and her left hand began to tremble again, and she held it tightly with her right hand. Ai Ping saw this scene and smiled coldly.

"Yes, I can't draw, but I can still write. Editor-in-chief, I can work in the copywriting office......" Qiao Shuqiang defended himself, but only when he saw Ai Ping shook his head in denial.

He snuffed out the cigarette butt, and the smile on his face was cold, shivering. "There's no shortage of copyeditors. I was going to promote you to artistic director, but now ...... It just so happens that the company has a new foreign art talent to take your place. ”

Li Rou heard Ai Pingcai say that outside the door, she couldn't hold back the anger in her heart, and opened the door directly. "Editor-in-chief, if Sister Qiao hadn't been for the magazine, would she have become like this? Didn't you cross the river and tear down the bridge, and you will take revenge? ”

Qiao Shu didn't speak quietly on the side, she understood, she understood the warmth and coldness of human feelings, the hot and cold state of the world, the survival of the fittest, and the survival of the fittest. Ai Ping looked at Li Rou and smiled indifferently: "Qiao Shu, this is the person you brought out?" He turned his head to Li Rou again, pointed to the door and said, "If you don't accept it, get out with her!" ”

Qiao Shu immediately got up and motioned to Li Rou to stop talking, pull Li Rou and leave. Other colleagues stretched their necks, for fear of missing something exciting, and it was indeed not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Downstairs in the company, Li Rou's eyes were rosy again, and Qiao Shu was holding this delicate face. "Okay, don't cry, how many times have you cried for me lately."

Li Rou sobbed, looking pitiful, a long-legged beauty of more than 1.6 meters, now looks as petite as a child. "Sister Qiao......"

Qiao Shu hugged her and said softly: "It's okay, without this job, it's not like I can't live." Are you Sister Qiao so unproductive? ”

Li Rou shook her head again and again, held back her tears, and tried her best to show Qiao Shu a smile. "No, no, Sister Qiao is a talented woman, and gold will shine wherever she goes."

Qiao Shu rubbed Li Rou's head dotingly and scratched her nose. "It's you, have you thought about resigning?"

Li Rou looked back at the company and seemed to have made up her mind. "Wherever Sister Qiao goes, I'll go!"

At this time, in the editor-in-chief's office, Ai Ping was talking to someone on the phone. "Mr. Song, don't worry, I fired her for the most normal reason, and I definitely didn't show my feet."

The "Mr. Song" in Ai Pingcai's mouth seems to be a young man, with a sonorous voice. "Well done, I won't lose a penny of money promised to you."

Looking at Ai Pingcai's greasy appearance, he must not be greedy enough. "Mr. Song, even if Qiao Shu can't paint, he is also a rare literary talent. Without her, I'm a big loss. Look, you can't ...... the money," he laughed.

This "Mr. Song" snorted coldly. "I'll add another 50,000 to you."