I was scolded again by Xue Yan early in the morning.
When Du Siqiu used to work on columns, he also worked on serializing novels.
I have been writing since I came in as an intern, and now I have just over 90,000 words. Occasionally when I can’t write any words, I apply to switch issues with other writers.
This was absolutely not allowed, but fortunately there were two editions in Shenzhen, the middle of the month and the end of the month, and she shamelessly begged Xue Yan for mercy, so she was occasionally allowed to be arrogant.
If you can't pay it in the middle of the month, you can definitely make it up by the end of the month.
But this month, she couldn't write a word. The manuscript was delayed again and again, until Xue Yan couldn't bear it: "You said that you complained about Yang Li's procrastination all day long. What did you do to dare to treat him?
Have you been infected for a long time?”
She pretended to think carefully: "What the editor said is not unreasonable."
"Bullshit."
"Really, why don't you just let me do the column."
"You think I'm an old fool, don't you? Your soul has disappeared since the end of the internship period, and you don't care about anything." She sat on the swivel chair and turned in a big circle: "If you continue like this, sooner or later you will be let go
Get lost."
She always said that one day she would get out of here and pack her bags and leave. She kept saying this. For some reason, she never fulfilled it.
Du Siqiu lowered his head and expressed sincere repentance.
Xue Yan looked at her: "Tell me about it, why can't you write it down?"
"I don't know, I have no inspiration." Another voice in my heart said: How could I not know? There were too many distracting thoughts in my mind and I couldn't find a suitable ending. I couldn't hold on until the middle. If the ending was the same as her and He
It's like winter again, it would be nice if we could just let it go.
At first, she wanted to stop writing after writing less than 50,000 words. This was her first time writing a novel, and the process of coding was quite painful.
The characters in the story struggle with life, and in reality I struggle with myself. After writing an issue, I immediately log in to the forum of Shenzhen Jishu and pay attention to readers’ comments on her works. Sometimes the criticism is okay, but more often I can’t find any comments.
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This bottomless pit-like feeling of uncertainty made her feel lost many times and even made her unable to continue creating.
When I frankly mentioned this matter to Yang Li, he laughed on the other end of the phone, as if Yun Danfeng was taking it lightly and it was none of his business. He kept laughing until Du Siqiu's ears were hot and he almost fell out.
"Idiot, what are you afraid of?" He said sternly: "You can write well." What he meant was that he had already read the words she wrote, a love story written by a little girl.
"But no one cares."
"Your writing style is very good, and the ideas you are trying to express are also good."
"Very good, not bad? These are all very reluctant compliments. So, what are the flaws?"
"The shortcoming is that the text is over-managed and over-embellished, and what you are trying to express can easily be obscured. If the focus of your creation is wrong, the reader is likely to get lost in it."
She secretly stuck out her tongue and really had to admire his observation skills. She had watched Dream of Red Mansions for a while when she was a sophomore in college, and her habit of over-editing words was deeply influenced by Mr. Cao.
Of course, if someone uses the right amount of heat, what comes out is a timeless masterpiece. She failed to follow his example, and what comes out becomes a clumsy affectation.
She said: "Thank you. By the way, if your manuscript is finished, remember to send it to me as soon as possible."
The other side started to pretend to be deaf again: "Haha, we will meet again when we have time to discuss it in detail."
Later, Du Siqiu took the initiative to promise Xue Yan that the manuscript would be delivered early next month and he would never break his promise.
Xue Yan said: "That's right. Just concentrate on writing and don't think about things that are not there. You know, any work that can pass my Xue Yan's eyes won't be too bad."
The only people who can see through her little thoughts are Xue Yan and Yang Li.
She has always had the idea that it would be more meaningful if one day all the people around her were included in the story. That way, at least the ending could be decided by herself.
At noon, Feng Xue called and invited her to have dinner with her.
When Du Siqiu heard Feng Xue say that he wanted to treat a guest, he immediately joked: "To be courteous for nothing is to be either an adulterer or a thief. You, hurry up and invite me. Do you have anything to ask of me?"
"Stinky girl, if I treat you badly, you will fight against me. If I treat you better, you are suspicious. You deserve to be slapped. Are you going to get out?" Feng Xue yelled impatiently.
"Come on, come on, if you want something to eat and drink, of course you can come. Where can we meet?" Du Siqiu said with a smile.
"Across from your company, go to Red Pepper. It will save you the trouble of running around."
In about ten minutes, Du Siqiu appeared in front of her like lightning. Feng Xue arrived before her and took the lead in ordering Du Siqiu's favorite braised grouper and cheese pastries, as well as several delicious side dishes and two cups of desserts.
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The two sat down to talk in detail, and soon they found out that Feng Xue had been promoted again. It had only been such a short time since she had been promoted to a full-time job, but she had actually been promoted again!
Du Siqiu shook her head sadly: "First of all, sister, I want to congratulate you for your salary increase. Secondly, I allow you to cry for a while. Wow, you have already passed 7k, and I am still struggling within 5k. Just thinking about it makes me angry!"
"Okay, okay, I will support you from now on. What are you afraid of? Besides, there is He Youdong behind you." Feng Xue was amused by her.
"No, no, no, it's not my style to rely on men to support myself." Du Siqiu gave her a blank look.
"Oh, you are quite brave."
Du Siqiu smiled sheepishly when she heard this. She didn't live a rich life, so why did she have the courage to say that she didn't want to be supported by men?
Right, she must have seen that her mother did not have enough voice because she was not financially independent enough (although her contribution to the family cannot be ignored), and her subconscious mind has been very resistant to this attitude towards life.
Really, if you are not independent enough, one day you will not be able to hold your head high in front of the one you love.
From another level, she thinks that her life is not rich enough. However, what standard should be used to measure the richness of life is the most reasonable? This is difficult to define. Obviously Du Siqiu's richness is based on personal
Salary is standard. But this should not be a person’s only pursuit in this world.
I read a Hong Kong literary work last night, and I remember that an ordinary short fragment in it was written like this: "The richness of life is that if I feel happy just because you tell me that I don't earn much, it can only be like this."
A lot, but you can eat whatever you like."
For some reason, just after reading such a calm paragraph, she found that her eyes had become moist at some point.
Probably, she was moved by such a small number of people who were brave enough to break away from the prison of the world, and who dared to abandon superficial material enjoyment and pursue true happiness.
Many times, aren't we all like this? We are used to treating the cage as the whole world.
After living a lifetime in the world of mortals, struggling to climb up in a certain corner, I finally climbed to what I thought was the top, only to find that the achievement I had worked so hard for was actually just the top of the cage.
You just climbed higher than others, but in fact, you are still in the same cage.
At this time, my whole life has been consumed!
"Hello."
"..." He continued to be distracted.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Why are you in a daze again!" Feng Xue held up her chopsticks and waved them in front of her. Obviously, like He Youdong, she was very accustomed to her sudden distraction and was helpless.
Du Siqiu smiled sheepishly: "Oh, hey, where did we just talk?"
"Speaking of you not wanting He Youdong to support you. Let me tell you, He Youdong will definitely be unhappy if he knows you have this idea."
"What, how should I say it?" She couldn't figure it out: "What's wrong with reducing his burden?"
"Why do men and women think the same way? The Chinese man's concept of raising a woman is out of his own sense of responsibility, and it is also an evaluation of his own ability. Of course, the premise must be that the man has the same relationship with the woman
A lifelong plan." Feng Xue stared at her with a smile and said.
Du Siqiu felt warm in her heart when she thought about the possibility of He Youdong spending a lifetime with her. She took a sip of sugar water and said, "It's hard to tell between He Youdong and I. We're still far away."
"I see that he is good to you. By the way, he came to our apartment this morning and brought a curtain specially. I didn't know what he wanted. When I asked him, he still kept it to me and refused to tell me.
You know what they are used for, we just bought new ones and there is no shortage of curtains."
Du Siqiu was also confused when he heard this, shook his head and said: "Uh...he didn't mention it to me either. I'll have to ask him later."
Before the two broke up, Du Siqiu asked how Feng Xue and Chen Jun were progressing. After all, it was their first time to be a matchmaker. If they could successfully create a beautiful marriage, it would be wonderful.
When Feng Xue talked about Chen Jun, a rare hint of girlish shyness appeared on her face. She said that after she went to the Sky Mansion to sing karaoke last time, she and Chen Jun really maintained closer contact. The two even went out together.
Been on an outing.
It seems like progress is really rapid, haha!
For this reason, Du Siqiu was even happier than she was getting married. Although she was listless and sleepy all afternoon, she couldn't help but feel excited when she thought that her best friend would soon find a good home.
Du Siqiu worked overtime until after seven o'clock that night before leaving the company. Before getting off work, Yang Li sent her a WeChat message and invited her to hang out tonight.
"Where to go?"
"bar!"
Du Siqiu remembered that he had sworn in front of her that he would not take her to the bar, but he broke his promise so quickly. She immediately made a look of contempt and said, "Oh, it's not a gentleman to break one's word. I won't go."
"Then go somewhere else. It's boring. Let's go out and have a drink."
"Oh, I also learned to use modal particles to act like a baby."
But she wanted to see He Youdong tonight, so she had to refuse him: "Okay, no kidding, I have an appointment tonight. Let's leave it another day."
Tonight, she wanted to take He Youdong to a place where she used to go. This chapter has been completed!