What Ye Luan didn't expect was that the editor-in-chief was unusually this time and treated him very politely.

"Xiao Ye is here, sit and sit." The editor-in-chief beckoned to him and said with a smile on his face: "Don't consider the previous proposal yet." ”

"Huh?" Ye Luan was pondering the words in his heart, and when he heard the editor-in-chief say, he asked puzzledly, "Why?" ”

The editor-in-chief picked up the thermos cup on the table, took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "I know that there are some things that you don't want to take out easily, as if the wound has just healed and is about to be picked up." I know that, so it's not impossible for you not to write 'those things.'" ”

"So you mean you don't have to rewrite the previous draft?" Ye Luan looked at the man in front of him gratefully.

"What do you think of this," a gleam flashed in the editor-in-chief's eyes, "how about you come to work in our magazine?" ”

"...... work" Ye Luan didn't react for a while.

"The usual work is very simple, which is to proofread the manuscript and write some advertising advertorials or something. And the welfare package of our magazine is still good. How about it, would you like to come? ”

Ye Luan thought for a moment and replied, "I am willing to come." ”

"Very good," the editor-in-chief nodded with satisfaction, "Then you can follow Xiao Zhang out to go through the entry procedures." ”

Ye Luan stood up, his eyes falling on the stack of manuscripts on the table. The editor-in-chief stretched out his hand and pushed the manuscript in front of him and said, "You take this back first, I believe you can write better in the future." ”

Ye Luan picked up the manuscript noncommittally, bowed slightly to the editor-in-chief and said, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity." With that, he walked out of the editor-in-chief's office.

Star Swirl sighed a little, Ye Luan has always refused to bend down for real life because of writing, why did he make this choice today? Maybe it's the bowl of noodles with eggs lying on it.

"You fill out this registration form, and do you have your ID card with you?" The girl who took him through the entry procedures handed a form to Ye Luan and smiled at him.

"No, no." Ye Luan touched his pocket and replied with some embarrassment. He really didn't expect such a show today.

The girl said kindly: "It's okay, just remember to bring it tomorrow." My name is Zhang Yunxi, and I am in charge of logistics, what is your name? ”

"My name is Ye Luan." He also smiled back, "ID card, I'll bring it tomorrow." ”

Zhang Yunxi briefly introduced to Ye Luan the office environment of the magazine, the office area in the hall, the offices of each editor-in-chief and the location of the pantry.

"You don't have to be nervous, we have a good atmosphere here, and colleagues are easy to get along with." Zhang Yunxi seemed to see Ye Luan's uneasiness, and comforted softly.

"This is your workstation, let's familiarize yourself with the environment today." Zhang Yunxi put an employee handbook on his desk, "Ask me if you have anything." ”

Ye Luan smiled and nodded: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome."

Zhang Yunxi walked away, and Ye Luan began to look at the surrounding environment. Although he said that he ran here a lot for business, he never observed and paid attention to the office environment of the magazine.

There are black laptops on the clean and tidy desks, fresh greenery on each workstation, and the hall is quiet, except for the sound of keystrokes.

Ye Luan flipped through the employee handbook casually, and gradually settled down in his heart, maybe it's not bad to live this kind of ordinary life, at least it will be easier.

He wanted to share Wanwan's events today, and he was eager to know her reaction. Ye Luan edited a message and sent it out.

Ten minutes passed, half an hour passed, half a day passed...... I waited until I got off work, but I didn't receive a reply from Wanwan. Probably she was too busy with her part-time job, Ye Luan thought like this, packed up her things and prepared to get off work.

"Xiaoye, how is it today, are you still adapting?" The editor-in-chief walked up behind him and asked.

Ye Luan was flattered and said: "It's good, thank you for your concern." ”

The corners of the man's mouth hooked, and a hint of playfulness crossed his eyes: "I'm in such a hurry to go home, it seems that someone has already prepared dinner." ”

Ye Luan scratched his head embarrassedly: "Yes, yes...... But if I don't finish my work, I won't leave work. ”

"Don't be nervous," the editor-in-chief patted Ye Luan on the shoulder, "It's a good thing to be able to get off work on time, we are very humane here." ”

Ye Luan nodded, said goodbye to the editor-in-chief and walked out of the door of the magazine.

"Hi~" Seeing Zhang Yunxi standing at the door, Ye Luan greeted her with a smile, "It's so good here, the editor-in-chief doesn't advocate overtime." ”

"Editor-in-chief?" Zhang Yunxi frowned, "Then do you know why he recruited you to the magazine by name?" ”

Ye Luan thought for a while and replied: "I probably saw me and thought that my writing was not bad, and I could do such a job." Could there be another reason? ”

Zhang Yunxi smiled slightly, although she was wearing delicate makeup, she couldn't hide the shallow crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, "I have seen yours, I think ...... Very good. ”

Ye Luan's eyes lit up, and his whole person became vivid: "Really? You actually watched it, I didn't expect anyone to look at me......" The corners of his eyes moistened slightly, "Is it really good?" ”

Zhang Yunxi said softly: "I can feel from the text that you are a very thoughtful person. Although yours does not conform to the aesthetics of the current public, it does have a certain depth, and I believe that those who can understand it will like it very much. ”

This sentence seemed to reach Ye Luan's heart, he suddenly felt that the cold wind of winter became gentle when it blew on his face, the sun shone on his handsome face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, Zhang Yunxi looked at him and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

With a good mood, Ye Luan returned to the apartment. He opened the fridge and prepared to cook a dinner for the girl he loved.

However, Ye Luan waited for a long time to keep the noodles made, but Wanwan didn't come back, and the mobile phone messages were always read and not returned.

Ye Luan took a pair of cold noodles with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, and at this time, the sound of the key unlocking came from the door.

"Eating so late?" Wanwan patted the snowflakes on her scarf, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold.

Ye Luan agreed vaguely, and ate noodles with his head down, without looking at her.

Wanwan walked over and sat beside Ye Luan, a strange smell came to her face, Ye Luan frowned: "I sent you a message today, why don't you reply?" ”

"I'm busy...... Wanwan's gaze fell on Ye Luan's bowl, "You made it yourself?" ”

Ye Luan said: "There is still in the pot, you can serve it yourself." ”

"What's wrong? Did I make you angry that I didn't reply to the message? Or are you worried about me......"

"I just wanted to tell you that I got a new job at the magazine."

"That's right...... Will you continue to write in the future? ”

"Yes, because somebody else reading what I wrote in places I don't know, and you won't understand that feeling."