There was a heavy snowfall in March 2004, but as soon as April began, spring was bright, the thick coats had been taken off, and there was a vibrant spring atmosphere everywhere.

For this spring, Nie Congcong is still a little happy, because she did not deliberately lose weight, and her weight was unconsciously lost 10 pounds, and the slimmed Nie Congcong looked light and beautiful. Li Bin, who has always disliked joking with people in the office, said, Nie Congcong, have you changed your boyfriend? Nie Congcong said where is it, sit in a room with a few of you every day, where to meet a new boyfriend. However, all noticed the change.

This spring, not only Nie Congcong has changed, but the spring of the magazine also seems to have come with the spring of 2004.

Overnight, all magazines in Xi'an began to make new ones. Lover's Magazine went from three to four in the first half of the month; Friends of the Family Magazine is also applying to increase the issue number of the magazine, and wants to change the magazine from the original first half of the month to the upper, middle and lower three issues; In addition to the original three copies of Girlfriend Magazine, another LOOK has been added. It seems that all over the country, new journals are being made everywhere, and editors are recruiting, but only the editors in Xi'an are the most sought-after, because Xi'an periodicals are the first to take the market-oriented route, and the distribution of these journals in Xi'an, except for bosom friends and family magazines, has always been in the front.

At noon one day in late April, Nie Congcong finished handing in the manuscript, and there was nothing to do in the afternoon, so he decided to go to Qinglong Temple alone, and heard that the cherry blossoms in Qinglong Temple were already in full bloom. The sun was good that day, and Nie Congcong sat in the taxi, a little drowsy. The car radio played old songs one after another......

Suddenly, Nie Congcong heard a very sad male voice singing: You said that you love lilacs the most, because your name is it, what a melancholy flower, a sentimental person...... Her lethargic consciousness quickly woke up, and she began to listen to this song very seriously, "When the flowers wither, when the picture freezes, what a delicate flower, but can't escape the wind and rain, a life of fluttering and shaking, how many beautiful woven dreams, just like this in a hurry you left, leaving me to worry about it for a lifetime, the grave full of flowers is how beautiful you desire, you see the mountains all over the wilderness, do you still feel lonely, do you listen to someone singing that favorite ballad, how much complexity in the world, no longer have to worry about it......" When Nie Congcong realized that her face was cold and touched it subconsciously with her hand, she found that her face was full of tears, and she suddenly felt extremely sad this spring......

There were a lot of people in Qinglong Temple that day, and Nie Congcong walked alone in the crowd, looking even more lonely. Her work was good, but she was losing her joy; Her boyfriend is good, however, she does not dare to think about his future...... She will be 24 years old soon, which is the age when she can get married, but she can't think about it...... A person stopped for most of the day, and only returned home after dark.

She had just entered the house and had not yet sat down, Director Chen called from the office, Nie Congcong, do you have any manuscripts from other places? Nie Congcong said, I received two this morning, and I haven't had time to edit yet. I'll edit it now and send it to you if I need to. The director said, okay, then you hurry up, the manuscript of this issue of this column is not good, and it can't hold up a little.

Nie Congcong hung up the PHS phone and hurried to the mailbox to read the manuscript. The manuscript was written by an author in Guangzhou, writing about his life in Guangzhou, and the last sentence of it made Nie Congcong very excited. He said that the other country is a dream, a hope, and a heart-pounding place. It was almost that sentence that made Nie Congcong move the idea of leaving Xi'an. To leave, you have to have a place to go, where is the most suitable place for her?

One night a few days later, Nie Congcong was writing on the computer, and her QQ suddenly flashed, and she saw her friend Murong, who was the editorial director in another second-tier city, asking her online, Nie Congcong, have you ever thought about leaving Xi'an? We need an executive editor to do a new journal here, do you think you are interested? Interest, of course, there is, Nie Congcong himself feels that this is the best time for him to leave, but, how can I say this to my father? Leaving the hospital two years ago has made her father extremely disappointed, although he did not criticize her with any ugly words, but she does know that her father is deeply disappointed in herself deep down, and it would be strange if she told him now that she was going to leave the city where she had lived for more than 20 years, and not be angry to death.

After about half a month, Murong asked online again, Cong Cong, have you thought about it? If you're sure you don't go, I'll tell the leader and ask him to find someone else. The main thing is that I want to go to Beijing to develop, or I will take this matter myself, and to be honest, I still enjoy this challenge. Nie Congcong hesitated for a moment and said, I'll communicate with my father and get back to you in a week.

That weekend, her father didn't get out of the car, and Nie Congcong didn't go out shopping as usual, she got up early in the morning to clean up the house, cleaned up, and finished cleaning up at half past eight, and went out to buy vegetables with Cailan, ready to make dumplings for the family at noon, Nie Congcong knew that his father's favorite food was dumplings, dumplings with various fillings, and he never got tired of eating them. Therefore, at noon that day, Nie Congcong planned to make dumplings with three kinds of fillings. My father was very happy and told my mother that our family had finally grown up and knew how to cook for us. But Nie Congcong listened to it with a heavy heart, she really wanted to talk to her father about serious things when she did this, and it was really difficult to talk about this serious matter.

After lunch, my father was resting on the big bed in the inner room, and Nie Congcong came in and went out several times

The fourth time, my father couldn't help it and asked her, Cong Cong, do you have anything to tell me? Nie Congcong said, it's nothing. Father couldn't help laughing, Cong Cong, you have not been a diligent child since you were a child, and you have always been able to hide as far as you can when it comes to housework, so I have never asked you to do anything all these years. You got up early this morning, cleaning and making dumplings, you must have something to tell me, and you don't think you can talk to me about it. You say, is it about marriage, or is it about money?

Nie Congcong looked at his father, and then looked out the window, the big tree outside the window has grown for thirty or forty years, and it is taller than the building where he lives. She sighed and said, Dad, I want to leave Xi'an. The father, who was lying down, immediately sat up from the bed, what did you say? Are you leaving Xi'an? Why? Nie Congcong said, I feel very difficult here, I don't see any hope, I want to go to other places to see. Now, there is a magazine in Zhengzhou that needs an executive editor, and I want to try it. I've been here for two and a half years now, and as things stand, there's no future in sight. My father was very angry and said, "What future do you want?" I tell you, leaving Xi'an, it's impossible, I won't allow it. Don't say this to me again, get out of bed, put on your shoes, and go out. Only Nie Congcong was left there and stood for a long time, and that night she told Murong online that I wanted to try it.

One day in early June, Nie Congcong told his father that he was going out for a few days on the grounds that he was on a business trip. In an inconspicuous compound on the Yellow River Road, I met the president of the magazine introduced by Murong for the first time. The president is a handsome and gentle middle-aged man with the surname Zhao. He introduced to Nie Congcong why he wanted to make this magazine, who the partners were, and where the market direction was. So far, this magazine is still blank, not even a title, if Nie Congcong is willing to come, from the title to the column setting, Nie Congcong needs to do it, and even the editors who work need Nie Congcong to go and recruit later, Nie Congcong almost did not hesitate, and nodded directly.