So. Before she has officially decided on her direction and goals. Try it out in many ways. Even if those chances seem slim. But a lot of things. Only you tried. I've tried. Seriously. Only then do you know how far you can go.

It's like writing an essay. Submission.

The beginning of rebirth. She just wanted to improve her composition. The goal of finally getting more points on the test is over and over again. Forced to constantly revise. Revise. Modify again.

The process of revision is boring. It's a long one. Tormenting. Every second makes you want to scream. I want to give up. And. Such modifications have almost no effect in a short period of time.

But. As she gritted her teeth again and again and persevered. After the quantitative change became the qualitative change. She really saw her improvement.

She's in words. And there is no talent. Her progress was still very slow after a lot of practice.

And then there was that small-scale one. An essay contest that barely goes into the stream.

That award played a crucial role for her. In addition to incentives. And a little bit of ambition...... It turned out. I can do more. Do better.

Then there are the small essays she wrote during the trip and her travelogue thoughts after the end. A dozen began to submit articles to various magazines. Chance. At first, of course, it was a stone in the sea.

Although I didn't have much hope. But it's really a hopeless time. Still can't help but be disappointed.

Fortunately. I've been disappointed for a long time. And get used to it.

The main thing is: After disappointment after disappointment. Don't give up hope.

And then the persistence paid off. First, the editor wrote a letter asking for revisions. At first, it was a completely confusing mess. Slowly begin to learn to understand the intent of the editor. Final draft.

The encouragement of manuscript fees is still greater than the practical significance. It emboldened Enron a little more.

And then there is Sister Wei's appointment this time.

Back to it. Watching the trajectory of his own journey. I can't help but feel a little surprised and proud.

Now the place where she stood was a considerable distance from where she had started. Sometimes I look at the diary and essays I wrote when I was born again. She couldn't help but smile. At the time of departure. She never thought about it. You can do it yourself. You can go so far. The persistence of the beginning. Hard work and patience. It brought her such a different result and scenery.

This encouragement isn't just for writing. And so much more. In times of her difficulty. She'll remind herself of that. I thought that as long as I worked hard now, I would persevere. Maybe what will be in front of you in the future is a completely different one. I was amazed by the results.

Although Enron reads quickly. Have a clear plan and understanding of the purpose and focus in advance. But this delicate and somewhat boring work is still time-consuming and energy-consuming. A morning of fast and efficient reading left Enron almost exhausted. My head was dizzy and swollen. Fortunately. The results and results of the work are still good.

Midday. An Ran washed his hands. Sit in a chair in the hallway of the library. First, he leaned back in his chair and took a good breath. I pulled out my lunch from my big backpack. A filling-rich sandwich. There is beef. There are eggs. There are also corn kernels, tomatoes, pickled cucumbers. Topped with homemade salad dressing. Salty, tender, crisp and refreshing. The main thing is that it is convenient and not afraid of the cold. A small portion of fruit and vegetable salad in a small crisper box. Finally, there's a small piece of sweet and fluffy chocolate cake that she baked herself for dessert.

Grab the sandwich with both hands. Open your mouth wide. He took a big bite viciously. Chew hard a few times. The rich flavor spreads quickly and pleasantly on the tongue. An Ran couldn't help but squint his eyes slowly. The snort becomes soothing and long. The delicious taste that made her feel happy was effective in relieving the fatigue and headache caused by her morning reading.

Food is truly a wonderful existence. It's so healing. Sometimes it's much more effective than anything like aspirin.

Swallow a large gulp of sandwich. Grab a bite of fruit and vegetable salad. Then pour a few sips over the course of the morning. Tea is still boiling hot. An Ran felt that his head really didn't hurt at all. As a result, the pace of eating slowed down. While eating slowly. While turning his head leisurely and looking out of the long window. The garden is full of pleasant autumn scenery.

There were two ginkgo trees planted in front of the window where she was sitting. After the National Day. Autumn seems to have crept in overnight. Street trees and lawns all over the town are beginning to be dyed in rich colors. It's no longer just a single intense green. Countless subtle. Indescribable colors break into people's wild gaze with indescribable colors. Swaggering their beauty.

Just like the two ginkgo biloba in front of you. Most of the small, delicate fan-shaped blades have turned golden yellow. It seems to have been painstakingly crafted by the most skilled craftsmen with thin pieces of gold. But there are quite a few exceptions. Those leaves still have some emerald green color. The color of the leaf surface is graded. It maintains a transition color from emerald green to gold. It stands out among the golden trees. It's like pieces of deliberately made decorations and embellishments.

Food and scenery are a double blessing for relaxation. When the last bit of chocolate cake disappears from the tip of the tongue. An Ran curled the corners of his mouth. A satisfied smile was revealed. Then he stuffed a piece of gum into his mouth. As he chewed, he flipped through his notes. Review the results of a morning's efforts. By the way, determine and arrange the direction of the afternoon's efforts.

Then pack your things. Store your backpack. Basking in the sun in the small garden. Take a leisurely stroll. Tease and tease those fat koi in the pond. Digestion and digestion of food. I took the bag again. Back in the reading room. Draped in a thick coat. He squinted on the table for a moment. Nourished the spirit. I began to continue to read intensively.

This read until the library's closing time. Enron packed up his things. He rubbed his swollen head. Stand up. A long stretch of the waist. I feel like every part of my body is glowing with acid. Especially the butt. She saw that no one was paying attention. He quickly reached out and touched it. She sat down motionless in suspicion of the day. Somehow, her ass has turned into a flat two-piece cutlet...... All right. She was hungry.

The next day. Enron was still in the open door of the library with her huge backpack. I sat in the reading room on time. But. There's an extra thick sponge cushion underneath her butt...... Let's struggle. Don't forget to take good care of yourself. The stiffness of the buttocks is one of the important indicators of measurements. A certain stinky beauty is still full of concern about the health of this area.

Yesterday's task is almost complete. Today, Enron's reading has changed. Collect all the magazines in the reading room that deal with food. From the past to the most recent. Take a quick look at them all. Then pick the key points to read. Jot down notes and impressions.

The purpose of this is to: Enron wanted to see how this column of other magazines was doing. What are the common types of articles about food. Among these common types. And which articles are creatively written in which ways. Write out something new. And how do they do it......

In a word. All she has to do today is collect all the food information from the magazine. Gain experience from it. Broaden your horizons. Gain insight.

The use of the reading room is not very high. Among the few readers. Most of them are old people who seem to have retired. Reading glasses on the bridge of the nose. Comfortable reclining in a chair. In a very leisurely and enjoyable manner, I slowly flipped through the newspapers and periodicals. Some people are more serious. I also carry pen and paper with me. Take a little note. More people seem to be reading quietly and happily with a casual and entertaining attitude.

The caretaker of the reading room was a pale, thin, middle-aged woman. The color of the hair is very light. But it was not stained. The voice is low. Feebly.

Some of the older people talked to her. It's always hard to get strained. I often raise my voice unconsciously. Shouting at the top of his voice. It was as if he was trying to do it for her.

The Administrator himself was always unfazed. Indifferent looks. The way people look is always the same. Eyes fluttering. Sometimes it's like rolling your eyes.

Jiang Jieyun and the other bad guys used to talk about it in private. This aunt is like a ghost administrator. If her working hours are scheduled for the evening. Her face. Her temperament is matched by her eyes. Under the light of a miserable white lamp. It must be very atmospheric.

In fact, this administrator is quite serious about his work. It's just that her seriousness is hidden in the lack of expression. Beneath the surface of the weakness of the voice. Enron said this for a reason.

Just yesterday. When she saw Enron move a large pile of magazines and stack them on her desk. Just reminded her implicitly. Do what you can. So many magazines want to read in a short time. is an unlikely task.

Enron told her truthfully. I didn't intend to read it word by word. She just wanted a quick glance.

When the library was closed last night. Enron returned the magazines to their original place. When you're ready to leave. It seems that I am not energetic all the time. The administrator, who didn't have much strength to speak, asked abruptly. "I've read it all."

I didn't expect her to take the initiative to talk to An Ran, who was slightly startled by this unexpected question. It took half a beat to realize that the Administrator was talking to her. So he nodded. Some flattered answers. "Hmm. Today's reading went quite well. ”

The Administrator nodded. And he spoke no more.