Qiantang tide has the reputation of the first tide in the world.

At that time, the great poet Su Dongpo had clouds: the eighteenth tide in August, there is no spectacular world in the world.

For those in Hangart, it's a festival, but for some, it's also the beginning of tragedy.

On October 3, 1993, the eighteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, it was a tragedy, the raging tide swallowed up dozens of lives, some dead, some injured, and some ...... Missing.

Yang Yixin's family was swept away by the tide at that time, although their whereabouts are unknown, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just the official language, and it is not much different from death.

After all, it's just that the body can't be found, and this result is too much to imagine.

In fact, Xiang Yang's birthday has already passed, his birthday is in March, and there is a difference of 108,000 miles from October, but in order to be able to save this lovely girl, he is willing to do so.

As long as Yang Yixin can come to his birthday on that day, she will not be able to go to the place that swallowed her life, so that the tragedy will not happen again.

As for what will happen after that, this is really not something that Xiang Yang can decide, and he doesn't want to decide anything.

He relived a life, and being able to make up for the regrets of his previous life was already the greatest gift given to him by God, and when he made such a decision, the butterfly effect caused the trajectory of the original world to deviate, and what would happen in the future was no longer clear to Xiangyang.

Actually, he didn't want to be clear.

"The matter has finally been resolved smoothly, but I can breathe a sigh of relief."

Xiang Yang lay on his small bed, thinking back to what had happened in the past few days, he didn't want Yang Yixin's matter to be solved so easily.

As for why she is so sure, it is because Xiang Yang knows that with Yang Yixin's character, she will definitely do what she promises, and she will definitely come to attend her birthday when the time comes, so that she will finally stay.

Xiang Yang decided that when the time came, he must hold a beautiful birthday party to celebrate his rebirth and her, in fact, this is the real agreement.

After Yang Yixin's matter was resolved, Xiang Yang was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

In the next few days, Xiang Yang has been thinking about his manuscript, calculating that the time letter should have arrived, but he is actually still a little apprehensive.

The ghost blows the lamp is a novel, which Xiang Yang is very aware of, and the standard of the story will be very high, which Xiang Yang is still very clear, although he is very confident in his manuscript, but he is always worried about what will happen.

After all, the story he delivered was incomplete, it could only be regarded as half a story, and for an editor of a magazine, such an uncertain factor, even if the story itself was excellent, would still be brushed off.

However, Xiang Yang actually still has a backhand, if the story will really not accept his manuscript, then he can only send the story to another magazine.

It's just that this is not what he wants to see, after all, compared to influence, at least now the story will be the best choice for Xiangyang.

Li Jianguo is a reviewer of the story club, and he has to face a variety of manuscripts every day, and he has already formed aesthetic fatigue.

Some manuscripts he didn't even bother to open letters, in fact, Xiang Yang's worries were not wrong at all.

He still reviewed the manuscript as usual, one by one the letters were opened, and he ruthlessly threw them into the trash, of course, there were also particularly good ones, and they would also be put into the box by him, and the original piles of manuscripts like a small mountain slowly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Huh...... Nansha Town Elementary School, Class 61, Xiangyang, is this the work of a primary school teacher? Li Jianguo looked at the envelope in front of him, which was obviously thicker than other manuscripts, looked at the signature and address on it, and determined that this should be the masterpiece of a certain elementary school teacher.

Li Jianguo has a natural affection for teachers, because his parents are teachers themselves, and he was originally ready to engage in this industry, but in the end, for some reason, he embarked on the road of no return for review.

For the teacher's natural good impression, he naturally wants to take special care of it, if the manuscript itself is still gone, he doesn't mind helping out, looking at the thickness of this envelope, it should be a novella!

When I opened the envelope, I saw a thick stack of manuscript paper, looking at the powerful font on it, this should be a teacher with a rigorous teaching attitude, which made Li Jianguo feel good.

With the attitude of giving it a try, he began to review the manuscript, originally because of his professional habits, he was still very fast, but gradually, he found that he was completely attracted to the story, and the speed of review gradually slowed down.

It took him fifteen minutes to review a manuscript, which was completely impossible to happen before.

But in the end, he frowned.

"This story is incomplete! After the demon building, there should be more plots, if there is no follow-up plot, the value of the story itself will be greatly reduced, and this story seems to have been cut a lot, and some places are not coherent. ”

Li Jianguo sighed, and the ghost sent a careful look at it again, and then sorted out the manuscript and put it back in the envelope, and made notes on the envelope, and then carefully put it into the box.

The box is to be handed over to the editor for review, and after the editor, there is the editor-in-chief, and only after the editor-in-chief is finalized can it be finally typeset and printed, and everything that can be helped has already been helped, Li Jianguo thought secretly, and then the manuscript that passed the preliminary review was brought to the hands of Editor Hu.

When it comes to the editorial review, it will not be as careless as the first review, and each work will be carefully reviewed to analyze the integrity of the text and story.

However, like Li Jianguo, once an industry has been done for a long time, it will form aesthetic fatigue, especially when the story as a whole is similar.

But today seems to be a special day, because he was actually attracted by a story, and he couldn't get enough of reading it over and over again.

"Wonderful...... It's wonderful, how long this head is, it's such a wonderful idea, it's really eye-opening! ”

Editor Hu's voice immediately attracted the attention of his colleagues in the editorial department, and a man wearing glasses and looking like a young man in his thirties walked over, laughed and scolded: "Old Hu, what is the shouting and screaming, the soul is scared out of you." ”

"Oh, it's Xiao Zhang! I'm sorry, I have an article here, and you can take a look at it, it's really wonderful. ”

Xiao Zhang took the manuscript paper with some suspicion, but when he saw it, he couldn't extricate himself.

"What a pity! There is no ending to this story, what is this sunny, it should be a primary school teacher! It's so damnning, why don't you send me the full manuscript! ”

Xiao Zhang said hatefully, and couldn't laugh or cry a little, he, the editor of the magazine who faced the sea all day long, would be anxious like this for a story.

Subsequently, the entire editorial department blew a ghost blowing fever, and the editorial department suddenly made an uproar, and even in the end, because some people couldn't wait, at the suggestion of Editor Hu, the manuscript was divided into two parts and passed to each other to read, but they were all cautious, for fear of any damage.

"Why don't we jointly recommend this story to the editor-in-chief! It's better to ask the author for a manuscript as early as possible to know the development of the story later. Editor Hu suggested.

"Lao Hu, this is a good idea." Xiao Zhang's face was full of excitement, how long has such a grand occasion not happened in the editorial department.

"Then it's decided, you see that we are all like this, not to mention what will happen to the masses, it must be very popular."

Xiang Yang, who was far away in Nansha Town, and didn't know how popular his work was in the editorial department of the story club, he sneezed fiercely, feeling that it was time for him to add a dress.