The publication of "Sad Orange" gave me great motivation and confidence.

I struck while the iron was hot, and I wanted to finish the book "Let Love Move Beijing" as soon as possible and publish it.

At this time, a bad news came, and the editor Chen Jiang, who was a scholar of the Heavenly Scroll, jumped to Motie Culture and began to be responsible for editing and publishing fantasy novels. This means that the book "Let Love Move Beijing" will definitely not be published in Boji Tianjuan. But I decided to finish the manuscript anyway.

After the manuscript was completed, I went to the editorial office of Beijing Motie Books in Chaoyang District to find Chen Jiang.

In the editorial office, everyone seems to be busy.

Seeing me coming, Chen Jiang and I went to a restaurant outside the editorial office.

We ordered a couple of dishes.

"There's going to be a female editor later," Chen Jiang said, "and she's in charge of editing romance books in Motie to see if she can be interested in your manuscript!" ”

"That's great!" I said happily.

At this moment, the female editor who Chen Jiang had asked appeared.

"This is Pang Yonghua, the book curator," Chen Jiang introduced me to the female editor, "and he wrote the book 'Sad Orange'!" ”

"I've read that book," the editor smiled, "and it's pretty good!" ”

"This is the editor in charge of romance books," Chen Jiang introduced me, "you guys get to know each other!" ”

I smiled and shook the female editor's hand.

"My latest ...... about the love story of the North Drift," I said with a smile.

"What age is it now, still drifting north?" Before I could say the word "manuscript", the female editor interrupted me sharply, and she said with a disdainful face, "The word Beipiao has long been outdated!" ”

I opened my mouth to refute it, but after thinking about it, I forgot it.

I know that there is no literary relationship between me and this female editor.

"Don't talk about the manuscript," I laughed, "or a drink!" ”

"Would you like to write a fantasy novel?" Chen Jiang asked me, "The market for fantasy novels is very good now!" ”

"It's too difficult for me," I said with a forced smile, "and I'm not too interested!" ”

Chen Jiang smiled.

The female editor smiled too.

We raise our glasses and start toasting.

I knew it would be my first and last time I would have had a drink or dinner with the female editor.

In a depressed mood, I returned to Huilongguan Village, where I was temporarily staying.

I drank beer while wandering around the North Drift blogosphere. Since Sina launched my blog in September 2005, I have registered myself for a blog called "Drifting in Beijing". The reason why I like blogging is that I can make good friends and learn from all over the world without leaving home; Second, I want to collect and sort out the articles that I have scattered all over the Internet over the years.

Blogging has changed the way I live, so to speak.

In July 2006, Sina launched the blogosphere. I registered the North Drift Circle and the Love Story Circle, and soon became the two largest circles in Sina, with more than 20,000 bloggers in the North Drift Circle and more than 50,000 bloggers in the Love Story Circle. In the North Drift circle, bloggers come from all over the world and all walks of life. In my spare time, reading the blog posts of the North Drifters is easy to resonate with people's hearts.

Ah Fei was the first person to enter my real life through the North Drift Circle.

In order to publish a collection of poems, he took his girlfriend Nian Tao from the distant Qinba Mountains to Beijing. When they first arrived in Beijing, they lived in a damp and dark basement, but later they heard that the house in Longguan Village was very cheap, so they rented a bungalow for 150 yuan a month not far from me, and lived a small life full of waiting and hope. Unexpectedly, just three months after Ah Fei came to Beijing, the cultural company that promised to publish his poetry collection blew the lamp and pulled out the wax, and the publication of the book naturally stopped and soaked in soup. Ah Fei's nerves began to collapse a little, he didn't like anyone, he was full of wine all day long, his clothes were not washed or changed, and sometimes he went to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha, ask for signs and fortunes, and pretend to be ghostly. Nian Tao persuaded him to go home, but he didn't go back, saying that he would die in Beijing. In order to make a living, Nian Tao, who had no choice, was instigated by a neighbor's Henan aunt to fight guerrillas on the street and sell fried hairy eggs and ham sausages and other things, and began to silently become Ah Fei's "woman behind the back", in order to maintain Ah Fei's image of a "poet".

In my memory, Ah Fei was a person who was a big smoker but often only carried a lighter, and he was also a person who was very addicted to alcohol but often didn't buy alcohol. Such a person swept a dustpan in the hands of the North Drift writer.