After Beauty Magazine was stopped, Nie Congcong did not ask for that month's compensation salary, she returned it to Finance as it was, and after that phone call, she never had contact with Song Zhesen again. Everything is a bit like a dream, it starts abruptly and ends abruptly, there is no excess, but everything seems to have turned over. Sometimes, when Nie Congcong walks alone on the street, he has a feeling of being like a dream.

She thought that a person's life is about like this, day after day, one thing after another, if it doesn't stop abruptly, the whole life will slowly come to an end.

The days slowly warmed up day by day, and Nie Congcong entered a period of low desire, unable to raise interest in anything, unable to do anything. Once, Qin Ge said to Nie Congcong in QQ, Nie Congcong, come out and talk when you have time, I invite you to tea, the Suxin tea room last time was good! Nie Congcong replied with two words, don't go. Qin Ge was angry, and the phone called, Nie Congcong, don't you be like this, it's just that a magazine is down, and it's not that you have a terminal illness. What's more, in the market environment, survival of the fittest is the most normal thing. Not to mention the product, even the person is the same. Do you know that if a person looks like I don't need anything forever, after a long time, even the dog will walk around. Nie Congcong said, then you can go around me! After speaking, he hung up the phone fiercely, so angry that Qin Ge didn't know what to say at that end, and kept chanting words, this baby, I don't know what to do, I really don't know what to do.

The last time Nie Congcong saw the beauty magazine in the newsstand was at the end of May, at the southwest corner of the cross of Jixiang Road, the cover of the magazine was full of dust, the boss saw her flip in his hand, and said very enthusiastically, if you like it, I will sell it to you at half price, this magazine is no longer done, this is the last issue on the market, and it is also my last book here, five yuan, do you want it? Nie Congcong didn't look at her, didn't speak, put down the five yuan, picked up the magazine and turned around and left.

She walked a few steps and heard the proprietress behind her say to the boss, "Yo, this girl is eighty percent mute and can't speak." The boss said that it was a pity to be so beautiful and love to learn so much. Nie Congcong was so angry that he couldn't cry or laugh.

During this time, Nie Congcong and Liao Feng had less contact, one was because he couldn't keep his spirits, and the other was that Liao Feng had entered the graduation period, and he was very busy during this time. Not to mention meeting, even the occasional phone call is relatively rare. Nie Congcong knew that Liao Feng was going to Beijing, as for what to do between them after he left, Liao Feng never said, and Nie Congcong didn't ask, she felt that maybe the relationship between them was just an episode of Liao Feng's life when he was lonely in this city, so he didn't have to take it too seriously, but he understood it a little late.

Between Liao Feng's departure, he repaired the computer for Nie Congcong once, came to Nie Congcong one early morning, the two of them went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables hand in hand, and cooked a meal together, and even when he left, he also hugged Nie Congcong and shed tears, but he never said what to do between them, until this moment Nie Congcong suddenly understood that she was a passerby in the course of his life, and she was not in Liao Feng's future plan. Like a script, all his good is just needed for the plot.

If this is a farewell ceremony, Nie Congcong thinks that the white dress that had Liao Feng's tears was completely removed from his cabinet by Nie Congcong after ten years......

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and there will be a scorching feeling when walking on the street, but Nie Congcong likes to play a small flower umbrella and step on high heels in the afternoon, walk through the long second ring road, cross the overpass of Chang'an University, and go shopping in Xiaozhai. At that time, there were fewer pedestrians on the street, Nie Congcong felt the beads of sweat slowly oozing out of her skin, she exhaled deeply, and then slowly spit it out, feeling the beads of sweat slip down her back in an instant, like a wonderful chemical reaction.

There are more and more books in Nie Congcong's cabinet, whether it is bought or borrowed from the picture gallery, she will read at a very fast speed, in addition to going to the toilet and eating every day, Nie Congcong's whole time is reading, starting at six o'clock in the morning and ending at 12 o'clock in the evening, Nie Congcong's untouchable reading habits have allowed Nie Congcong to accumulate a lot of materials, and on a sleeping night, she turned on the computer and wrote down four words, Miss Cake. Yes, Miss Cake, this is a book that Nie Congcong has always wanted to write, and last year, she wanted to make a fashion reading about desserts. Now, she wants to write a long story, about a girl's fifteen-year life experience......

That night, Nie Congcong typed down the following paragraph on the computer: In 2000, the domestic periodical industry quickly entered a period of development, and Ye Qian, a girl who had been an editor for three years, traveled thousands of miles from Jiangxi to Wuhan, and then to Beijing and Shanghai, in order to realize her magazine dream...... But that's where the text stops.

A few days later, Nie Congcong coughed up blood on a waking morning, she quietly checked it on the Internet, and netizens said that she wanted to treat it quickly. Coughing up blood for no reason, if it's not lung cancer, it's tuberculosis. She was taken aback by this simple text, and went to the hospital with her wallet alone, and sure enough, netizens said that she was identified by the doctor as tuberculosis, but because of the extremely contagious nature of tuberculosis, she was directly given a hospitalization order and asked her to notify her family to come and check in.

A few days later, Nie Congcong coughed up blood on a waking morning, she quietly checked it on the Internet, and netizens said that she wanted to treat it quickly. Coughing up blood for no reason, if it's not lung cancer, it's tuberculosis. She was taken aback by this simple text, and went to the hospital with her wallet alone, and sure enough, netizens said that she was identified by the doctor as tuberculosis, but because of the extremely contagious nature of tuberculosis, she was directly given a hospitalization order and asked her to notify her family to come and check in.

On the afternoon of May 25, Nie Congcong took the hospitalization procedures, standing at the door of the crowded hospital with some sadness, and also a daze, for the disease itself, because he had studied nursing, he did not feel afraid, but felt that he was once again thrown to the bottom by fate, tuberculosis itself is not terrible, as long as it is treated well, and it can be completely cured if you insist on taking medicine for 6 to 9 months, but for such a long time, no one dares to approach her, she was abandoned by the whole world, and it makes people feel a little desperate to think about it...... Take a look at the latest chapters of "Miss Cake Claw Book House" and read it for free for the first time.