The pattern of transforming into a literary world is different from other places: it is all the protagonists who have changed under some kind of opportunity or with a few, and then experience some different passages before the transformation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The writer of info code words, after school and work, every time he turns on the computer, knocks on hundreds of thousands-this was more than ten years ago, and now it rises to one or two thousand, and then sends it, and earns some shouting; If you are willing to write more, you can get a praise for diligence, or a full attendance award, when you go to bed. If it is more than tens of thousands of words, then you can sign a contract, but these writers, most of whom are part-time workers, are probably not so diligent. Only the octopus paced into the gold medal room, asking for wine and food, and slowly sat down.

Since I was 20 years old, I have been working as an editor in the literary world at the beginning, and the supervisor said that I was too second, and I was afraid that I would not be able to wait for a signed writer, so I would do something outside. The odd writers outside, although they are easy to speak, are also very nagging and entangled. They often have to watch the article be submitted from the author's area, compare it with the original manuscript, and watch it go on the web page word for word, and then rest assured: under this serious supervision, it is also very difficult to insert a soft broad. So a few days later, the shopkeeper said that I couldn't do this. Fortunately, the recommendation of the head is big, and he can't be dismissed, so he has changed to a boring position in charge of school characters.

I've been standing at the table all day long, in charge of my job. Although there is no dereliction of duty, I always feel a little monotonous and a little boring. The supervisor has a fierce face, and the writer has no good voice, and he can't teach people lively; Only when Du stops the cup arrives at the store, can you laugh a few times, so I still remember it.

Du Zhubei is the only person who claims to be diligent and self-proclaimed. He has a very lewd figure; goose egg face, often with some silver threads between the hair; A pair of shiny foreheads and chins that complement each other. Although it was a shirt, it was dirty and torn, and it seemed that it had not been mended or washed for more than ten years. When he speaks to people, he is always full of "material" and "plot", teaching people what they don't understand. Because his surname is Du, others took a nickname for him from the half-incomprehensible words of Du's poem "pouring down the new turbid wine glass" on the red paper, called Du stop the cup. As soon as Du Stop Cup went online, all the people who coded the word looked at him and laughed, and some shouted, "Du Stop Cup, you have added a new pigeon to the record!" He didn't answer, and said to the station, "Two more short stories, I want a small extra." Then he discharged 900 big characters. They deliberately shouted again, "You must have copied Song Minghe's stuff again!" Du stopped his eyes wide and said, "Why do you slander people's innocence out of thin air...... "What innocence?" I saw with my own eyes the day before yesterday that you copied the Song family's text and hung it and cut it. Du stopped the cup and blushed, the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and argued, "Copying can't be counted as copying...... Transcript! …… Can the things of the reader be counted as copying? The succession of difficult words, such as "helping him make a name", "gutter oil", etc., caused everyone to laugh: the inside and outside of the store were filled with cheerful air.

Listening to people talking behind their backs, Du stopped the cup and was diligent, but in the end he didn't insist, and he wouldn't put satellites; So he got over the pigeons, and got the eunuchs. Fortunately, he was so light that he wrote a review for others and changed a bowl of rice to eat. It's a pity that he has another bad temper, that is, he is lazy and lazy. After a few comments, even the unpublished manuscripts of others disappeared together. After a few times, there was no one who asked him to write a review. There is no way to stop the cup, so it is inevitable to do some plagiarism by accident. But in our station, his character is better than that of others, that is, he is never a prisoner; Although it has not been updated from time to time, it is temporarily recorded on the chalk board, but within a month, it will definitely be updated, and the name of Du Zhubei has been wiped off the chalk board.

After drinking half a bowl of wine, Du Zhu's red face gradually recovered, and the others asked again, "Du Zhubei, are you really an octopus?" Du stopped looking at the person who asked him, showing a disdainful look. They then said, "Why can't you even get half a contract?" Du Zhubei immediately showed a depressed and uneasy appearance, his face was covered with a layer of gray, and his mouth said something; This time, it's all about conceiving the plot and the like, and some don't understand it. At this time, everyone also burst into laughter: the inside and outside of the store were filled with a cheerful air.

In these times, I can echo the laughter, and the shopkeeper will never blame. And when the shopkeeper saw Du Zhubei, he asked him like this every time, which made people laugh. Du Zhibei knew that he couldn't talk to them, so he had to talk to the code farmer. He once said to me, "Have you ever written?" I nodded slightly. He said, "I have written an article,...... I'll test you. How to write Du Qin's more words? "I think, is a beggar worthy of me? Then he turned his face away and paid no more attention. Du stopped waiting for a long time, and said very earnestly, "Can't you write?" …… I'll teach you, remember! These words should be remembered. In the future, when I am a supervisor, I will use it to make a report. "I thought I was still far from the level of the director, and our director never put Du on the account; Funny and impatient, he lazily replied to him, "Who wants you to teach, isn't it the C character of a salted fish on top of the word?" Du Zhubei looked extremely happy, knocked the long nails of his two fingers on the counter, nodded and said, "Yes, yes! …… There are four ways to update, did you know? I grew impatient, and walked away. Du Zhibei just touched the keyboard with his fingernails, trying to code words on the text, and when he saw that I was not enthusiastic, he sighed again, showing a very regretful look.

A few times, the reader heard the laughter, and also rushed to the scene, surrounding Du Zhu's cup. And he read them a paragraph, one for each of them. After listening to the joke, the old man still didn't disperse, his eyes were looking at the screen. Du stopped the cup in a panic, stretched out his five fingers to cover the screen, bent down and said, "It's not much, it's not much." He straightened up and looked at the screen again, shook his head and said, "No more, no less!" How much? Not much either. So the group of old men scattered in laughter.

Du stop the cup is so happy to make people happy, but without him, others will live like this.

One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the supervisor was slowly checking out, taking off the chalk board, and suddenly said, "Du stopped the cup for a long time." I still owe nineteen updates! "I also think he hasn't been here for a long time. One of the drinkers said, "How could he come?" …… He had broken his roots. The director said, "Oh! "He's still copying. This time, he was in a faint and went to the house of the king's butcher. Did you copy his things? "What happened?" "How? First I wrote a defense, then I cut it, and I cut it for most of the night, and then I cut off the roots. "And then?" "Then the roots were cut off." "What about cutting it off?" "How? …… Who knows? Xu is a eunuch. The director didn't ask anymore, still slowly settling his account.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind is cooler day by day, look at the early winter; I've been on fire all day, and I've had to put on a padded jacket. In the second half of the day, there was not a single writer, and I was sitting with my eyes closed. Suddenly, I heard a voice, "One more short story." "It's a very low voice, but it's familiar. There was no one at all. Standing up and looking out, Nadu stopped the cup and sat on the threshold under the counter. His face was black and thin, and he was no longer in shape; Wear a torn jacket, cross your legs, put a pouch underneath, and hang it on your shoulders with a straw rope; When he saw me, he said, "One more short story." The director also stuck out his head and said, "Don't stop the cup?" You owe nineteen! Du Zhubei replied with a very depressed back, "This ...... Let's make up for it next time. This time it's the current text, and the page should be good. The supervisor smiled and said to him as usual, "Du stop the cup, you copied something again!" But this time he was not very different, and just said, "Don't make fun of it!" "Teasing? If you don't copy it, how can you cut off the roots? Du stopped the cup and said in a low voice, "Fall, fall, fall......" His eyes were very similar to begging the supervisor not to mention it again. At this point, a few people had gathered, and they both laughed with the supervisor. I read the article, posted it, and posted it on the website. He took out four pieces of torn paper from his torn pocket, looked at him, and saw that his hands were covered with mud, so he used this hand to code. After a while, he finished the comparison, and then sat down and walked slowly with this hand amid the laughter of others.

Since then, I haven't seen Du stop the cup for a long time. At the end of the year, the supervisor took off the powder board and said, "Du Stop Cup still owes nineteen articles!" By the Dragon Boat Festival of the second year, he said, "Du Stop Cup still owes nineteen articles!" "I didn't say it until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I didn't see him at the end of the year.

I haven't seen it until now—and I'm a eunuch after that.