Ning Yi's mind suddenly went blank. This is the first time her novel has been picked up by a medium-sized studio. She closed the message and exited it, and clicked on it again. I cleared all the backend again, and opened it again to read it. A sentence composed of those few words Ning Yi barely recognized when he read it, and then let go. I muttered: "My novel was collected by the flame?"

She wrote so many things, wasted so many words, and was rejected so many manuscripts. Finally one was included? And is it a well-known "flame"?

She still couldn't believe it, and jumped to the top bunk with her mobile phone to startle Qingqing, who was hiding in the quilt and watching the drama: "Qingqing, look at this news, was my novel accepted by 'Flames'?"

Shi Qingqing was almost frightened by her sudden nerves, but after listening to her words, she couldn't help but get excited, took the letter suspiciously, and read the message from beginning to end. Instantly looked at Ning Yi incredulously: "Zhizhi, you are too awesome!"

This time, Ning Yi finally returned to reality from the fluttering unreality, she picked up her mobile phone, and almost cried: "Damn, I've waited so long." Finally one recognized me! Depend on! ”

How long she wrote and how long she waited, only she knows. She sat on the bed of the waiter, motionless, but her heart was beating rapidly, breaking through the sky every minute.

Ning Yi opened WeChat on her phone at a loss, almost instinctively wanting to tell Cheng Hang that her novel was going to be published in a middle-class magazine.

But the next moment, she saw Cheng Hang's blackened avatar and realized, oh, it turns out that they have broken up for almost three months.

I don't know if it's the joy of the novel being received, or the longing for Cheng Hang, or the hard work of being alone during this period of time, Ning Yi only felt an irrepressible sourness in his heart surging up inexplicably, and then spread over his limbs, and finally pierced the tear ducts in the corners of his eyes, and the tears fell defenselessly.

Who knows how difficult she has been during this period of time? How many tears does a person swallow silently?

Ning Yi looked at his phone, and his tears became more and more raging. Shi Qingqing threw her a pack of paper, and didn't say anything, just let her cry. Maybe I've cried, and tomorrow will be fine.

There was a slight distress in her heart, but it was not enough to express it.

Doomed to sleepless tonight. This night's tranquility was a mixture of pain and excitement, like a piece of meat that had been fried on the front and back, charred inside and out. She looked at the works she had published on some small websites and magazines in the past, and the more she looked at it, the more sad she became.

Finally waited for this day, and what I wrote was taken by a big studio, whether it was luck or writing, anyway, it was finally affirmed once. The previous works were miscellaneous, and she felt that they were actually written well, but they were not read by the editors, and when she was angry, she suddenly found that almost every one of her works was commented by a person named "March Flower".

Ning Yi's heart hiding in the quilt suddenly became interested. She used to send small websites and magazines to basically take a meager manuscript fee and leave, never paying attention to whether she still has any fans.

Looking at it today, this person called "March Flower" has commented on her three works in a row. And although she uses a pen name, her works are actually very scattered, and she can find three articles and comment, which is definitely a fan.

The first is an essay she sent out, on the form of growth. 2,500 words, at that time, I didn't get more than 30 yuan for the manuscript, Ning Yi saw the "March Flower" comment: "I think the growth is probably to start to experience a piece with your heart, to feel the feelings it conveys and the artistic conception it depicts, rather than just appreciating the melody." I let my mind be drawn into it, and at the same time put my own emotions into its emotions. Hit the heartstrings, then realize. ”

It's so formal, and it's pretty well written. It can be seen that he is a discerning talent.