In the next few days, Shen Yu and Xin Zixin had no contact at all except for eating.

Xin Zixin didn't know what evil she had fallen into, so she locked herself in her room every day to create.

After so many days of hard work, she could feel that she was getting closer and closer to that melody in the depths of her mind.

This feeling is like picking an onion, Xin Zixin tore the outer skin layer by layer, and was about to get close to that core.

Her fingers kept tapping on the keyboards, trying to move a little closer.

And Shen Yu was the same, but his fingers were on the keyboard.

Shen Yu finally chose to write "Langya" first, which is more in line with the contemporary trend.

Shen Yu also found a novel website, Qianwen Novel Network.

This website is not big, but the author's welfare is good, and there is no such situation where large website stores bully customers.

He relied on a little network in the past, bypassed the website review, and directly submitted the first draft of tens of thousands of words directly to the editor-in-chief.

However, the editor-in-chief is a little busy, and if Shen Yu wants to get the news, it may take a few days.

After submission, he spends a few hours a day preparing for the manuscript and the rest of the time practicing his guitar.

Shen Yu spent more than ten years in front of Lin Yue or, never had his own life.

Only then did he really feel alive!

It feels amazing!

Shen Yu has a comfortable life, but some people are not necessarily.

In Beijing, in a high-end art club, two young men sit opposite each other.

One of them has a slightly chubby face, looks like he is in his thirties, and he looks very honest, if he is a person who has been in the literary circle all the year round, he can instantly recognize this person as the son of the great writer Zhen Wen, Zhen Shen!

The other man was Lu Bowen, who was a little younger, wearing black-rimmed glasses, trying to look very mature.

If Zhen Shen is a family scholar, then Lu Bowen is completely an outsider.

After taking a sip of tea, Lu Bowen asked:

"Brother Zhen, aren't you a professor in the northwest, why did you suddenly go back to the capital?"

Zhen Shen's hand holding the teacup stopped in the air, and he raised his head to look at Lu Bowen, anger bursting out of his eyes.

"Called back by the old guy!"

Lu Bowen asked tentatively:

"Is it because of something online?"

"Yes!"

Zhen Shen said in a deep voice:

"! I don't know where that Wang Yan came from, so I have to submit it at this time! ”

"Not only did I not get the first prize, but I was also asked to withdraw from the competition! Grass! ”

As soon as this incident sounded, a wave of anger welled up in his heart.

In order to win the award this time, he spent tens of thousands of yuan to find a water army to vote for him, brush comments, and let a few good expert judges comment a few words in the comment area.

Who knew that Wang Yan suddenly rushed out.

Now everyone knows that the grandson of his great writer Zhen Wen not only wrote a bad poem, but also bought a navy to coax himself.

This face was thrown to grandma's house.

Zhen Wen not only called Zhen Shen home to reflect, but also asked the Poetry Association to withdraw his poem.

This wave, it's Zhen Shen, Zhen Wen, and the Chinese Poetry Association, everyone loses face together.

And that Wang Yan is stepping on the face of the three parties and climbing up!

When Lu Bowen heard the name Wang Yan, his face also became gloomy.

There is no other reason, he was the one who called to buy the signature that day!

Lu Bowen is a second-generation family with money and wants to be elegant.

He wanted to rely on this poem to officially enter the literary circle, but the other party not only did not sell it, but also scolded him.

When did Lu Dashao suffer this kind of anger!

Coincidentally, the two enemies of "Wang Yan" sat together like this.

Zhen Shen pinched the teacup and said resentfully:

"In a few days, when the results of the selection are out, there will be a sharing session within the association! When the time comes, I'll have to fix this bastard! ”

Lu Bowen's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he hurriedly raised his teacup and said:

"Then I wish Brother Zhen success in advance!"

The two teacups collided together, and a conspiracy against Wang Yan gradually unfolded.

"The poem written by Wang Yan, what does it matter to me Shen Yu?"

Shen Yu hung up the phone again and threw the phone aside nonchalantly.

In the past few days, countless people have been contacting him every day, asking Shen Yu to publish his poems in their journals.

Some will give him a few thousand salaries, and some will let Shen Yu pay for the cost!

It's really outrageous, outrageous, outrageous to home.

The most outrageous thing is the Huaxia Poetry Association, which actually leaked his personal information at will and sent his phone number everywhere.

Based on this incident alone, Shen Yu did not have a good impression of this association.

Just as Shen Yu was complaining, his mobile phone rang again.

Shen Yu picked up his mobile phone and saw that it was none other than Zhang Ying.

Answering the phone, the other party's mean voice came.

"Shen Yu, tomorrow is Monday, remember to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and Xiaoyue to register the divorce, you won't play any tricks, right?"

Shen Yu chuckled.

"I want to play some tricks too, but unfortunately I can't get tomorrow to come early."

"Zhang Ying, you are also a few tens of years old, why do you still have the same idea as those little girls? Do you really feel that I can't do without Lin Yue? ”

"By the way, remember to let Lin Yue cover herself up a little more tightly tomorrow! lest I see her disgusted. That's it. ”

Without waiting for Zhang Ying to get angry, he hung up the phone directly.

Thinking that he was going to divorce tomorrow, Shen Yu didn't know why, and he was still a little excited in his heart.

Maybe this is to be in the cage for a long time, and return to nature.

Shen Yu slammed up from the bed.

Another poem, write it down and use it next time!

He found a problem, that is, the fragments are more popular than the complete poems!

At this moment, in another room under the same roof, Xin Zixin's mood was also a little happy.

She's finally done with the first draft!

Looking at the score in front of her, Xin Zixin only felt that the haze that had shrouded her heart for many days had all been dispelled.

She immediately called her agent, Zhou Ye.

"Sister Zhou, my score has been written! But there are still some questions, can you put me in touch with a professional independent musician? I'd like someone to polish it for me. ”

Xin Zixin's creative ability is limited after all, and after this song is written, it still needs to be polished by professional musicians, and then find someone to arrange the music and fill in the lyrics.

Zhou Ye also seemed very excited after hearing Xin Zixin's words, and after a week, Xin Zixin finally wrote a song!

"I'll get you in touch right away!"

Zhou Ye is also a man of action, and after ten minutes, she returned:

"I've got it! That indie musician asked you to meet tomorrow on Dongxin Street! Do you want me to stay with you? ”

Xin Zixin shook her head.

"No, I can go by myself, by the way, where is Dongxin Street?"

"It seems to be near the Civil Affairs Bureau!"