I will show this paragraph later, but I will continue to talk about writing essays first. After all, writing is pretty much the only thing I'm proud of now.

In addition to the essay newspaper, the school also organized a school-wide essay competition.

The award ceremony was held on a rainy afternoon, and there was still some standing water on the ground. But everyone's enthusiasm is very high, because unlike the previous prizes, which were notebooks, this time it was cash.

All the students in the school lined up on the playground. First, the principal spoke. He talked about the importance of holding an essay contest, talked about the importance of writing a good essay, and affirmed the organization and selection of this essay contest. Of course, the important exposition of "the writer gets the language" has also been re-emphasized.

This was followed by the Dean of Education announcing the results of the competition and the list of winners. First there are five third prizes, then three second prizes, and finally one first prize.

I didn't hear my name until all the winners' names were read, but Erya won a third prize.

This is basically one out of a hundred out of nearly 1,000 students in the three grades of the school, and one-third of the denominator is junior high school students, so even if it is only a third prize, it is a thing to be proud of.

I stood with Sijie back and forth. Sijie clapped desperately behind me, and I had no choice but to applaud along. Although intellectually I congratulate Erya, I always feel a little lost emotionally.

"Erya is awesome!" I heard the four precepts talking to themselves, as if they were speaking to me.

Could it be that I was really photographed on the beach by Erya?!

After the leaders presented the awards to the winning students, I thought that the event was about to end. As a result, the headmaster cleared his throat and stepped forward to continue speaking.

"Originally, there were only first, second and third prizes in this essay competition, but after we saw the essay of Wang Dachun, a student from the third class of the second grade, we decided to temporarily add a special prize. Let us welcome Wang Dachun, the winner of the special prize of this essay competition, to the stage to receive the award with the warmest applause! ”

I thought that the principal's "but" was to add some encouragement awards, excellence awards, etc., but I didn't expect it to be a grand prize.

I was a little confused for a while, and I didn't know what to do.

Sijie pushed behind his back.

"Awesome, my brother, come on stage!"

The principal called my name one more time before I stepped up from the ranks. Standing on the stage, I saw Sijie and Erya applauding warmly, and saw the homeroom teacher standing at the end of the team smiling proudly.

Although Huahua was standing a little farther away from the rostrum, she still jumped up and waved at me. I saw that some of the students in Flowey's class were talking to each other, and I guess they didn't expect a second boy who ran to their classroom to pretend to be stunned had such an ability.

That essay contest also made me understand one thing, the most important thing to conquer opponents is strength, not aura, especially not the aura of bluffing.

It's a pity that I didn't tell the four precepts what I realized at that time.

……

Drunk late at night, I woke up the next day in the middle of the editor-in-chief's deadly series of calls.

"Why aren't you in the office?" As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard the editor-in-chief roar, "Do you want to do it yet?" ”

"I ......" I was stumbling, and before I could think of an excuse, I heard the editor-in-chief roar again, "What about the manuscript that I told you yesterday?" So far I don't have anything in my mailbox. ”

"I'll send it to you right away!" Hang up the phone as soon as you say that.

The new issue of "Dong'an Lakeside" was closed this morning, and it was sent to the United States in the afternoon to compile and typeset. Because the publication of the magazine involves many links such as text deadline, art design, first school, second school, final review by the editor-in-chief, primary delivery, large-scale proof, secondary production, and official printing, etc., the adjustments and changes in each link are countless, and every step is very stuck, so I understand the anxiety and anger of the editor-in-chief.

I immediately jumped out of bed, opened my laptop on the desk next to the bed, and went into the mailbox.

It turned out that there were no new emails in the mailbox.

When I came out of Erya's house yesterday, I sent a WeChat message to the author of this issue, Maize, to confirm that she would send the manuscript to my mailbox before 12 o'clock in the evening.

But now the mailbox is empty. I obediently dialed the WeChat phone number for corn, she hung up directly for me, and then replied to me with text, I'm sorry, I was sick and hospitalized with a cold last night, and I'm still on a drip.

I'm not sure if Corn is really sick or perfunctory, but it's an indisputable fact that I can't hand over the manuscript.

This is not a trivial matter, and it is a matter of whether the magazine can be published in a timely manner.

If time permits, our editors will write a top article on our own temporarily, or use submissions from unknown authors instead. In today's situation, it is obviously impossible to write by yourself, and the only way is to enable author submission.

If I delay the publication, the editor-in-chief can tear me apart.

It is common for well-known columnists to procrastinate and even break their promises, and we dare not offend. However, I usually prepare backup sources two days before the text deadline, and this time I didn't do any preparation out of trust in the corn.

She hardly releases pigeons.

……

Where do the backup drafts come from?

Xie Xiaoqiu!

Three words popped into my head. Ever since I was in charge of the Urban Life section, I have received submissions from an author named Xie Xiaoqiu almost every month.

I am deeply impressed by this author named Xie Xiaoqiu, in addition to his (she) insistence on submitting, it is also because his (her) pen name or real name is Xiaoqiu.

Little autumn, big spring.

Like a pair of antonyms, and like two words that can be used for couplets.

I hurriedly opened the mailbox for solicitation of papers, and sure enough, there was another email from Xie Xiaoqiu.

In the past, I didn't really take these amateur contributions very seriously, because I had a group of well-known columnists who could be asked to write for them.

Opening Xie Xiaoqiu's contribution to this issue, I looked at it seriously. The title of the article is called "Jiang Chen", which tells the story of the urban life of Lin Yi and Wen Xin, two best friends.

Yifan Communication, where Lin Yi works, was introduced by Wen Xin and got the advertising order of Shangzhi Group, where Wen Xin works. A chance hospital encounter, Lin Yi gradually revealed the real reason for winning the advertising order in the first place. It's not because of strength, but because of the compensation of the boss who raped Wen Xin. Lin Yi was very ashamed and regretful, she felt sorry for her best friend. She decides to avenge her best friend's death.

With no background and no money, she devised a series of revenge plans. No one could have imagined that her revenge would be drawn into an even greater hatred strife.

After Wen Xin found out, she did everything possible to stop Lin Yi, she told Lin Yi that the past is with the wind, and the story will be dusty. Everything will eventually pass, and we must learn to let go.

The story progresses layer by layer, interlocking, and conveys learning to let go.

I think it's very much in line with the theme of the current impetuous times. At the same time, Sijie has just left, and this story can be regarded as a consolation to myself, so that I can also learn to let go.

After I roughly sorted out and edited the article, I sent it to the editor-in-chief as soon as possible, and then told the editor-in-chief on WeChat that this was my best choice.

After a while, the editor-in-chief replied to me with a WeChat message.

"Not a corn obedient article?"

I replied, "This story is better, I've already explained it to Corn." ”

The editor-in-chief didn't talk to me about the manuscript again, but just replied, "Show up in front of me within ten minutes, or you won't have to show up again." ”

I didn't think too much about it, so I immediately put on my clothes, washed my face with two handfuls of water, and then went out with my laptop in my arms.

Of course, I didn't show up in front of the editor-in-chief within ten minutes, but the editor-in-chief didn't bother with me about those minutes. He just asked me without anger, "What is the theme of this issue of the magazine that we will decide on at the topic selection meeting?" ”