In Tunkou City in March and April, continuous dark clouds shrouded the whole city, the asphalt road was washed by the rain and became more pitch black like ink, a few children at the mouth of the noisy street used their hands to protect their hair from being wet by the rain, and ran into the bookstore at the entrance of the street, the rain flowed in the corners of the children's clothes, the door of the bookstore was covered with plastic cardboard, the children who were still noisy just now tiptoed up as soon as they entered the bookstore, and a leading little girl ran to the counter, the huge wooden counter was nearly two meters high, and the back was connected to the bookstore owner's room.

The little girl knocked on the huge wooden counter, "Boss, are you in there?" A middle-aged woman with curly hair lifted the curtain and walked out of the house.

"Now, are you going to return the book?"

The little girl tried hard to hand over the book, but she still couldn't, and the woman saw the cute appearance of the little girl tiptoeing down with a smile and took the book from the girl's hand.

"Boss, this author writes really well, does he have any other works, we all want to borrow it." The girl's other friends couldn't bear it anymore, so they gathered around the semi-circular wooden counter, and the woman looked at the children in a circle and smiled bitterly.

"Children, this author only has this one work, you can go and read other books." A man in a black trench coat walked over from the sofa by the window, stroking the children's heads, his voice reassuring and gloomy.

"That's a pity," said the girl, with a sad look on her face, but after a while she disappeared again, attracted by a wet cat, and the children circled around the cat, after all, joy and sorrow would disappear.

"My great writer, the publishing house can tell you to write the manuscript within three months, are you still in the mood to read the book with me? People are editors, all of them are like landlords, and only I, the editor, are low-voiced. The woman complained to the man, and then her face changed, "Gu Lin, to be honest, I really can't hold it down on the president's side, you know, you haven't had any works in the past few years, just writing essays and short stories, the president has long had an opinion on you, you know what he said to me, I don't have to hide it from you, he said that your old book is going to eat to the end, and within three months, there will be no long-form work, or sales will not work, you will be terminated, I will be fired." ”

The man leaned against the counter and tried to pull a cigarette out of the cigarette case, but was stopped by the woman.

"Ahem, I've forgotten where this is when I'm addicted to smoking, I'll hand in the manuscript, and I haven't changed it after I've finished writing, so I'll give it to you when I'm done."

"You've been writing this novel for years, and you've been hiding it, and I don't know what you're trying to do?"

"If my stuff sucks, I won't accept it being looked at."

The woman gave up and turned to go into the house.

"Xue Fei, you said that you can't believe what you wrote, will others believe it?"

"I really don't know what you suspense novelists' brain circuits think, so how do you convince yourself in this book." Xue Fei put the book that the children had just returned on the table, the name of the book was "Forget Me Not", and the author was Gu Lin.

Gu Lin walked out of the bookstore, the woman named Xuefei was his editor, they have been working together for several years, they have been working together since Gu Lin's published debut, Gu Lin opened the cigarette case, smoked a cigarette, from the street, the rain wet Gu Lin's cigarette, the mobile phone rang, Gu Lin picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID, but hung up the phone, every time the phone rang, Gu Lin's mind remembered the president's greasy face and fat figure, it was really annoying, the phone rang again, Gu Lin hung up the phone again without saying a word, but this time the call kept calling, Gu Lin answered the phone and yelled, "Is it over?" ”

"Why are you doing it, you don't answer my phone?"

"Xue Fei, I just saw the president calling, I hung up, I thought it was still the president calling, is there something wrong?"

"No money again?"

"No, I...... And a little. “

"You smoker, if you don't have no money, how can you only have one cigarette in your cigarette box? I just gave you 2,000, and you try to hand over the manuscript as soon as possible, so that you can get the manuscript fee. The delicate Xue Fei knew that Gu Lin would not have come to her bookstore if she hadn't asked for it, and it was really difficult for the once beautiful writer to ask his editor to borrow money.

Gu Lin thought that his down-and-out side was seen by a woman, and smiled wryly: "Okay, I will deliver the manuscript as soon as possible." ”

Xue Fei on the other end of the phone hung up the phone, she had already helped Gu Lin more than once, if she didn't have a self-operated bookstore, she really felt that being Gu Lin's editor could really bring herself down. After graduating from college, she worked as a responsible editor in the newspaper for a few years, and then jumped to this publishing house, and also brought several well-known novel authors, six years ago, Tunkou City came out of a writer of online articles, the name of the online article is called "Forget-me-not", this famous novel was written by Gu Lin, and the person who really discovered Gu Lin was Xue Fei, she personally found Gu Lin to sign his novel, and since then, just like Xue Fei's unique vision, the sales of "Forget-me-not" are amazing, Gu Lin and Xue Fei have become hot stars in the publishing industry, But what Xue Fei didn't expect was that people who had written such vivid suspense novels had nothing to write in the future, and only relied on essays and short stories to earn some living expenses, which was really incomprehensible, Xue Fei doubted Gu Lin more than once, is "Forget-Me-Not" really his work, it is undeniable that Gu Lin is so familiar with the details of that book, it is hard to imagine that it is not his work, but what is the reason why such a dance writer is only willing to write short stories? Lying on the bed in the inner room of the bookstore, Xue Fei remembered that when he first met Gu Lin, the kind of talent between the answers made people sure at once that he was a genius who could write masterpieces.

Tunkou City is close to the coastal area in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains continuously in March and April, and the weather is exceptionally cold, Xue Fei thought about returning to that "home", no, maybe it was the room to be precise, to get some warm clothes, Xue Fei closed the door of the bookstore, and drove away a Buick parked at the door.

Xue Fei parked Buick downstairs in a community, went upstairs, and came to the door of the house, she didn't want to call this home, took out the key from the bag, and tried to open the door, but she didn't expect the door lock to be changed, Xue Fei couldn't help but feel funny and angry, there was a sentence in the room "coming", the door was opened, and a strange face appeared in her "home", the woman in front of her was as dazed as Xue Fei, Xue Fei walked forward by herself, and was stopped by the strange woman

"Who are you?"

Xue Fei didn't answer, and came to his bedroom, where the man was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, and saw Xue Fei come back and stop the game at hand.

"It's okay, you continue, I'll take a dress and leave, Tong Wannian, we have been separated for a year and a half, and after two years, I will sue for divorce, and you will prepare the formalities at that time."

"Xuefei, it's impossible for me to get a divorce, my house, my money, it's impossible to share it with you equally, don't even think about it!"

"Oh, it's ridiculous" Xue Fei looked at this man and thought it was really funny, so he slammed the door and left. There is no need to explain anything about this kind of scum.

This man's surname is Tong Wannian, the family runs an electronic component processing factory, a lot of money, his father in his early years with the processing of electronic components accumulated a lot of wealth, the only son of the Tong family, the Tong family for thousands of years, so the name Tong Wannian, he and Xue Fei were alumni in college, Xue Fei is studying Chinese language and literature, he in order to pursue Xue Fei, he dressed himself up as a polite literary and artistic youth, plus his family is good, under the strong request of his parents, Xue Fei finally married this stubborn child. After marriage, his childish spirit was gradually revealed, and his diploma was just smashed out by the family with money, and the marriage of people from the two worlds under all kinds of blindness and deception will eventually fail.

Xue Fei drove a Buick, with the clothes she took out from home on the back seat, thinking about the past, she was so fond of words, and thought that Tong Wannian was like-minded with herself, but she was just coveting her beauty and creating a romantic dream, and she couldn't help shedding tears, women still have to cry for love in this life, men in love can get out calmly, but women are like falling into the quagmire of love, falling deeper and deeper. If it was just the disagreement between the three views of the two, Xue Fei thought that the marriage would not end so dismally, and the reason for this was that the two of them had no children for many years after marriage, Tong Wannian's father blamed Xue Fei for not being able to do it, "If a woman can't give birth to a child, you have to find someone who can give birth" Tong Wannian heard that the coke was broken, and he followed the unknown woman in front of Xue Fei.

The choked Xue Fei dialed the car phone.

"Drip ...... Drip ......"

"Hey, Gu Lin"

Xue Fei couldn't hold back anymore, she howled and cried, even if a strong woman is just a woman, Xue Fei's weakness, like a flood, burst the embankment.

Gu Lin hurriedly cleaned up the messy home, the manuscripts in the house were everywhere, and the life of a man living alone could be seen, Gu Lin opened the window that had not been opened for a long time, and looked downstairs, Xue Fei had arrived, and the dead and alive woman who was still crying on the phone just now looked like no one.

"Ding Dong"

After a while, Gu Lin opened the door, and the crying Xue Fei with makeup was still beautiful and moving.

"Don't play the sad card to urge me to write."

"It's been almost two years, and I'm finally going to get through it" Xue Fei packed up the manuscripts and made room on the sofa to sit down, with a relieved look on her face, "This marriage is a stain on my life, and so is he." ”

"Congratulations, I'm going to be relieved, please eat then" Gu Lin picked up the beer jar on the coffee table, tilted his head and poured a few drops, "I forgot to ask you to buy some beer for me." ”

"I'm not here to catch up with you, what about your long story?"

"Roar, I was still crying on the phone just now, and after comforting, I turned my face and didn't recognize anyone, talk to me about work now"

"You can't hand in this manuscript again, my mother's job is going to be gone" Xue Fei burst into foul language for such a person, maybe this is the fate of evil, he accompanied Gu Lin from obscurity to the altar back then, and now he has to accompany him through the hardships of life.

Gu Lin threw a few stacks of manuscripts on the coffee table, "Here are one or two long stories that have been written, you can see if you can use them, and the president can mix them up and talk about it." ”

Xue Fei took the manuscript, the manuscript was covered with dust, it had been put for a long time, and the paper was also moistened with some Coke stains and oil stains, "When did you write this manuscript, why don't you send it a long time ago" Xue Fei flipped the last page and looked at the manuscript that had been signed three years ago.