The sun in May is not so hot, the wind in early summer has a hint of heat, and more is the unique smell of car exhaust in big cities.

Lin Hai and Zheng Yaoxin walked on the sidewalk paved with granite bricks, the two of them had just finished drinking coffee with an author, Zheng Yaoxin brought back some manuscripts by the way, and the B-level authors were still willing to let the editor-in-chief give some guidance to their own writing, after all, the editor-in-chief had a more accurate grasp of the reader's mind and market trends than the author.

When these B-level authors go further, they slowly shift from catering to the market to guiding readers, and become a real writer.

Lin Hai is a newcomer, and Zheng Yaoxin is actually still a newcomer, and he is neither qualified to use the company's car, nor has the money to buy his own car, so the two can only take the bus honestly, so the location they agreed to be close to the subway station, but they don't have to waste too much time on transportation.

The two walked silently for a while, and Zheng Yaoxin finally couldn't help but speak:

"Lin Hai, you spent a lot of money yesterday, right?"

Lin Hai was thinking about his own affairs, and when he heard this, he was stunned for a moment before he smiled and said:

"It's not much to eat, more than a dozen people have more than 2,000 talents, but then Chen Liguo and they drank and made me pay more than 3,000, and this month's salary is all explained."

"Holy! No way! ”

Zheng Yaoxin couldn't help but burst into a foul language, then smiled self-deprecatingly, hesitated for a moment and said:

"Actually, I was cheated by them once when I first came, but... How could he cheat you? ”

Although Zheng Yaoxin's question was a little inexplicable, Lin Hai understood at once, and he grinned:

"Maybe I don't think I have any potential, so I plan to consume it all at once."

Zheng Yaoxin glanced at Lin Hai strangely:

"Aren't you related?"

"This kind of thing is less and less used, can you not use it or not, besides, I am really not so familiar with that person, the relationship between me and the twists and turns, it would be good if people could get me in, and then I have to rely on my own efforts."

Zheng Yaoxin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face was also a lot more sincere:

"Also, the only one in this world who can be relied on is yourself."

Lin Hai smiled and didn't answer, but asked:

"Who is behind Chen Liguo?"

"He, his parents are both officials in charge of the cultural department in the city, I heard that he is not too big or too small, he is just a current manager, he belongs to Rongyang, but..."

Zheng Yaoxin's face was a little tangled, Lin Hai understood it after thinking about it, smiled and said:

"Is he bolder?"

"Huh, bold? I like to around, right? ”

Zheng Yaoxin's voice couldn't help but raise a lot, with a depressed expression, it seemed that his resentment against Chen Liguo was not a day or two.

"Nobody's in charge?"

"Tube!? How? Forget it, this kind of thing... This kind of thing... Ay! ”

Lin Hai laughed and joked:

"Your circle is really messy."

Zheng Yaoxin was stunned for a moment, then the expression on his face changed rapidly, and finally shook his head with a smile and said:

"To tell the truth, it's really not as messy as that circle, but it's almost the same, anyway, you can see it yourself in the future, don't talk about it, it will only cause depression."

Lin Hai shook his head with a smile:

"In fact, it's the same in every circle, some people have dirty thoughts, some people want to take shortcuts, is this considered dry wood encountering fire?"

"Hehe... yes, it's just that if it's such a mess, who is willing to write a book? In addition to those old authors, the younger generation ... If you look at the general table, you can see that there was only one author who was added to the A level last year, and there is not one this year. ”

Lin Hai shrugged:

"A city can't explain anything, and besides, we can't control it."

Zheng Yaoxin smiled bitterly:

"Yes, I can't care about it... Speaking of Lin Hai, you don't study literature, how can you think about doing this? ”

Lin Hai smiled and asked:

"Why are you asking this question now, I thought you would have asked it a long time ago?"

"Hehe... I'm sorry, I thought you were also here for those 'welfare', or you have a relationship with the above, and you came to the grassroots gilding. ”

"How to say, although I can't say that I love literature, but I still like literature and art, to be honest, before I came, I thought this work was still very noble, didn't it, Uncle Farmer solves our survival problems, and we solve people's spiritual pursuits, it sounds good to say."

"Cut, what about now?"

Lin Hai narrowed his eyes and replied with a little seriousness:

"It's the same now, I think it's a good job."

Zheng Yaoxin smiled and nodded:

"I think so too, although there is very little I can do, but I think I will be happy if I can make a few good books successful."

"Xiao Zheng, are you studying modern literature?"

"Yes."

"Didn't think about writing on your own?"

Zheng Yaoxin's face turned red, and he smiled a little embarrassedly:

"I wrote it, but the level is far from enough, so I decided to read more and read more first, so I came to work in our cloud sea with the purpose of learning."

Lin Hai was stunned, no wonder Zheng Yaoxin asked so much detail when he talked to the author just now, it turned out to be learning from the scriptures.

"What a young man."

Zheng Yaoxin's face froze, and he glanced at Lin Hai with some annoyance and said:

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry that I'm Wenqing, but I don't plan to treat it."

Lin Hai laughed, looking at Zheng Yaoxin silently, Zheng Yaoxin was a little anxious, and Lin Haicai laughed:

"I didn't say anything, you're too sensitive, I don't think Wenqing is a disease, the real illness is those who pretend to be hooligans in the name of Wenqing."

"That's fake Wenqing, I thought that if I was Wenqing, I would be able to look down on this and look down on that! Please, don't compare me to the garbage. ”

Lin Hai nodded:

"As a young writer and a professional, what is literature in your mind?"

Zheng Yaoxin was asked, lowered his head and thought as he walked, his pace became slower and slower, and he looked up after a while and said:

"Your question is a bit big, there are a lot of books on literary studies, and there are statements on the definition of literature from various angles and categories, such as the art of language, the writing of social ethics and ideology, etc., but I don't think that's what you're asking."

Lin Hai smiled and nodded, and Zheng Yaoxin continued to say seriously:

"In my opinion, literature is a bridge, it connects reality and dreams, it is not only the projection of dreams in reality, but also the expansion of reality in dreams, with literature, just like birds have wings, so that we can soar in the world of dreams, so that we can fly over the turbid red dust, at least, give us a hope or a little strength."

"Hehe, it looks like you're a romantic."

"No, I think I'm supposed to be an idealist, so what do you think literature is, Lin Hai?"

"Me, I think literature is... Well, I think it's food, and without literature and music, people would die. ”

"Ha, haha... It's really easy to understand. ”

Zheng Yaoxin stopped with a smile, solemnly stretched out his hand and said:

"Reacquaint yourself with it, my name is Zheng Yaoxin, a literary young man, and I aspire to become a writer and literary young man."

"Fortunately, Lin Hai, I want to be a lover of literature and art who is a good editor."

The two shook hands and laughed in unison.

Next, Lin Hai easily guided Zheng Yaoxin to open the chatterbox, and analyzed important literary works and writers in modern times endlessly along the way, so that Lin Hai, a pseudo-lover, had a good posture, but unfortunately Lin Hai's research on literature was really limited, so he couldn't hear anything wrong from Zheng Yaoxin's words, and he couldn't confirm whether there was serious distortion in the world in terms of literature.

The relationship between Lin Hai and Zheng Yaoxin has become close, and the relationship with Chen Liguo and others has deteriorated sharply, fortunately, Chen Liguo is still a little jealous of the relationship behind Lin Hai, so he no longer thinks about taking benefits from Lin Hai.

It's only been three or four days on the job, Lin Hai quickly figured out the power distribution map of the office with the help of Zheng Yaoxin, in fact, there are two kinds of people in any office, those who work and those who don't, fortunately, there are more people working in the second editorial department, Lin Hai was quickly classified into the circle of work, his skills in observing words and expressions are very high, plus the mouth of being an intermediary, he quickly got a good relationship with those who work in the office.

Time flies, it's the weekend in the blink of an eye, Lin Hai cut his hair yesterday, and brought a decent set of clothes to work today, he didn't dare to wear it directly to work, and wanted to wait until he got off work to change it.

In a nervous and somewhat expectant mood, the time to get off work finally came, Lin Hai hurriedly said goodbye to his colleagues, hurriedly went to the bathroom to change clothes, and then went to the mall not far away to buy a bag of tonic such as cordyceps saffron, and bought two jars of expensive Jin Junmei, and then rushed to the bus stop.

It's actually faster to go to Ye Xuexin's house and take the subway, but this time is the rush hour after work, and the subway is crowded, although the bus is slower, but there are not so many people on the bus, and it won't squeeze out a stinky sweat.

It was completely dark before Lin Hai rushed to the door of Ye Xuexin's community, Ye Xuexin was already waiting by the gate, and when he saw Lin Hai carrying a small bag, he hurriedly greeted him happily:

"Look, I said I'm going to pick you up."

While speaking, Ye Xuexin took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat on Lin Hai's forehead and cheeks, and then reached out to take the things in Lin Hai's hand.

Lin Haitou lowered his head slightly, making it easier for Ye Xuexin to wipe his sweat, and said with a smile:

"You're going to pick me up later, let's go, I'm sorry to make your parents wait. You don't have to take it, or you can help me hold this, inside is my changed clothes. ”

Ye Xuexin reached out and took the leather bag that Lin Hai was carrying crossbody, and looked at Lin Haidao carefully:

"Pretty seriously."

"Yes, it's about your face."

"Hee-hee, forget you."

After Ye Xuexin finished speaking, he smiled and grabbed Lin Hai's arm, and dragged Lin Hai towards the community.

"Nervous?"

Lin Hai smiled bitterly:

"Can you not be nervous? But no matter how nervous you are, you have to bite the bullet. ”

Ye Xuexin tilted her head and looked at Lin Hai:

"Why do I think you're not as nervous as you say, in fact, my parents are not so scary, my mother is a little nagging, and my father is very talkative."