Every time she writes a manuscript, she looks for publications on the list according to the type and style that suits her, and she doesn't dare to think about it at the highest level, starting with the second-highest level.

Even if you can't get the draft, it's actually a rare experience. Some editors are more responsible, and even if you can't get through the manuscript, they will simply point out your faults. Some will also get the opportunity to revise and review again.

An Ran didn't care about whether she could publish it from the beginning, not that her mentality was so determined, but that this young lady felt that her level was very low at all, and she didn't have much hope at all. As for the later ones, it was much more shocked, and it was even more certain. After receiving the rejection letter, you can fix it, and if you can't fix it, you can change it to another place. If you can't vote for a circle, you can just take it to the club as an assignment, or change it and write it into your composition. Or after summarizing the lessons and lessons of a few articles that have been repeatedly missed, they will be dismantled, then kneaded together as if they were kneading, and then deleted and changed into a new one, and then submitted, and continue to torture the editors from door to door.

She still remembers watching the movie "The Shawshank Redemption", one of her favorite clips is that the male protagonist keeps frequently writing letters to government departments, asking for funds to be allocated to the prison to build a library, and finally the relevant departments are tempered by this calm big brother, and finally let him build a library. Now, as soon as An Ran received the rejection letter, he used that handsome guy as a role model and idol for himself, encouraging himself to use that spirit to destroy the editors of magazines and newspapers.

An Ran felt that he was tenacious, and he had to give himself a thumbs up~

But the poisonous tongue of Chu Feifei Chu girl spit out and said, you are not called perseverance, you are called nonsense, dog skin plaster, stinky scoundrel work.

The stinky scoundrel An Xiaoran was very interested in the manuscript of the old tree temple that was being written. But at the same time, she actually has a conflict, she hopes that cultural heritage like Baochan Temple can be better maintained and developed. I am also worried about the rapid development and development of the relevant departments, and once the so-called protection is initiated, with the practice of many places, then the beautiful and natural apricot groves may cease to exist. Even if it exists, it is no longer a paradise for local children, and it is no longer a good memory of their childhood.

But after thinking about it, she felt that she seemed to be worrying too much, she was not a celebrity, and it was not certain whether the manuscript could pass the review, even if it did, how many people could read it, or two words. Even if someone reads it, what impact will it have on the relevant local authorities? Influencing the decisions of certain departments through an obscure and ordinary manuscript has about the same odds as winning the jackpot.

If she really has illusions about such a thing, she might as well go downstairs to buy a lottery ticket at her own lottery, how big a gold finger does it have to open, no, it's not a gold finger, but a golden thigh.

In addition to trying to restore her past rhythm of life, studying, and writing, she also did not forget to make up for the beautiful sister next door to her house, who often does not eat cigarettes in the world and has almost cultivated to adulthood.

When she was at home, she didn't go once a day, but at least two or three days to go to the door to check this fairy sister full of literary temperament to see if she was hungry and whether her schedule was too messy. When she came back, just as she imagined, this sister's figure was really more elegant, and she didn't dare to let her go out when the wind was strong, and she could fly up directly.

"Eat more meat." An Ran looked at the sweet and sour pork ribs that kept putting Lan Qing into the rice bowl, "This is seeing that summer is about to pass, autumn is coming, and the wind will start to blow as soon as autumn arrives, just sister, your small body, I'm really afraid that as soon as you go out, I won't be able to find you." ”

Lan Qing was amused by her, and comforted her without any formal form, "It's okay, you tie a rope around my waist for me, let Zhao Xiaopang pull it behind, the wind is strong, I floated up, there is that kid falling below, I can't lose it." ”

An Ran rolled her eyes directly, and continued to stuff ribs for Sister Lan, "It's better to ask for others than for yourself, sister, women must learn to be self-reliant." ”

Lan Qing was fed by her and couldn't laugh, "Little girl, are you feeding the crammed ducks?" Can't wait to blow out a fat man in one go? ”

An Ran really nodded to her, "Congratulations, you're right, come, eat more." ”

In order to repay Chef An's love, the fairy sister who was fed until she was full of burps, shyly stuffed her belly with meat, and made a pot of fragrant coffee to entertain An Ran, of course, with the small snacks that Chef An brought before.

The two of them chatted in the veins and slanted glow, and Anran told Lan Qing about what she had seen and heard on this trip, the Great Wall, the old tree temple, the hundred-year-old apricots and the beautiful and lush apricot forest, the loving car boss uncle, and the murals and Buddha statues that were hidden under the dust, and of course the lovely Ye Zihan children.

However, Sister Lan Qing was not interested in the soft and fleshy little chubby dun, but more interested in those apricot trees, statues, murals and local delicacies, so she directly brought the coffee pot to An Ran's boudoir and asked her to contribute all the photos she took and the notes she made. Especially those photos, Lan Qing admired them very much, and said that if I have time recently, I must find a chance to go and see those Buddha statues, murals and apricot groves with my own eyes.

The two chatted, An Ran suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and stretched out his finger to point at Lan Qing, "Ah, that's right!" ”

Sister Lan Qing deserves to have traveled alone for many years, An Xiaoran was so shocked, people were stunned, their faces did not change, their hearts did not beat, they were extremely calm, and asked lazily at An Ran's fingers that almost poked the tip of her nose, "What's wrong?" ”

An Ran withdrew his fingers, put on a pair of eyes that came closer, stared at the boss, looked at Lan Qing with a bright light, and bared two rows of bright white teeth at her.

Lan Qing sighed amusedly, "This energetic person wants to eat people?" ”

"How can I be willing to eat Sister Lan!" Although he felt that this conversation felt a little strange, An Ran immediately followed Lan Qing's words in the spirit of slapping his beard, "I just suddenly remembered something. ”

Lan Qing raised her eyebrows wordlessly.

An Ran continued to laugh, "What, I remember that Sister Lan did photography in the wedding photo studio back then." ”

Lan Qing's eyebrows were still raised, and she motioned for her to continue.

In order not to make someone's eyebrows tired, the "empathetic" An Ran sped up the speed of his explanation, and began to talk about her two teachers who wanted her to help take a set of wedding photos.

Lan Qing and Xia Wei have not officially met, but because of Enron's relationship, they can barely be called a long-term friendship.

Sister Lan is a relatively pure literary school, although she is a foodie who eats theory, but she always has a smell that is out of the world, does not eat the fireworks in the world, and has a cold and introverted personality, but Xia Wei, who has a decent personal life and career planning, has a different life trajectory, in essence, she is not a person in a circle, although when the people classify them, they may have to say a word about intellectuals.

Lan Qing is not very interested in Mr. Xia's sweet love affair, but she is very interested in her idea of taking wedding photos.

Maybe after many years, this kind of self-ordering wedding dresses online and finding a small shop to tailor personalized wedding photos is not a novelty, but when wedding photography has just begun to have some planning operations, this idea is indeed full of creativity.

Sister Lan is interested in exploring new and interesting things together.

"Quite an interesting idea, tell me more." Lan Qingwu was nesting in the pile of cushions on the platform, cocking her long legs with beautiful lines, and raised her sharp and thin chin towards An Ran.

Although this sister's posture looks quite attractive, her long legs are quite attractive, but Chef An only looked at it with disgust, and put on his paws to touch it, "Sister Lan, remember to eat on time, you are about to cultivate into a pork rib essence." ”

Lan Qing lifted her ankle and gently kicked a little old lady who was nagging, "Go, raise pigs." Get down to business. ”

An Ran made a grimace at her wrinkled her nose, and began to tell Lan Qing in detail about the specific ideas she discussed with the two teachers, what wedding dress and clothing to bring by herself, real framing, and taking a set with the four seasons as the main theme, and now the makeup artist and costumes are still missing, and the exterior is not sure or something, so it is not easy to decide.

"That's a pretty good idea." Lan Qing listened with great interest, asking about An Ran's idea from time to time.

An Ran hadn't thought about it so deeply, and there were many questions, which she hadn't considered at all, but now when Lan Qing asked, she realized that this also needed to be considered, and that also needed to be studied, so the note controller took out her notebook again.

Lan Qing was happy, "Do you want to be so serious, little friend?" ”

"It's better to have a good memory, it's better to write it down, and it's safer to write it down. This is a once-in-a-lifetime event for our teachers, so let's make it as perfect as possible. Notebook Control began to write hard.

"Oh, yes." Lan Qing put down the coffee cup, leaned over to An Ran's side, and watched her record in the notebook with beautiful small characters, looking at it with a straight smile, and when she wrote down the makeup artist's item, she said, "If you really can't find it, I can also do you a favor." ”

"Huh?" An Ran turned his head to glare at her, Lan Qing nodded affirmatively in her surprised gaze, and An Ran sighed, "My sister, is there anything else you can't do?" Why do you still wear makeup? ”

Sister Lan herself laughed, "Didn't I do photography in the photo studio at that time?" When I'm idle, I watch them put on makeup, which I think is quite interesting, and I watch the excitement at first. Just look at it and do a little favor. If you help you, you will be interested, and you will start to learn. Sometimes I try to do it myself. ”