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Chapter Two One (1)

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    "Can you tell me what you want to express in this novel?" The man in front of him seemed to be slightly younger than me.  Unexpectedly, I have become the editor-in-chief of this publishing house.  "I didn't understand some places."

    "The people in Changle Town are all people like the protagonist Cheng Yixia who are content with the status quo and do not seek to make progress. If there is no pursuit, there will be no failure. Naturally, Changle will be happy." These words have actually been rehearsed hundreds of times in the mirror at home.  Again, but it's still messed up.  Seeing the bewildered expression of the editor-in-chief, I paused and thought for about fifteen seconds, "So what I want to express is that no matter how content a person is with the status quo, he will not be happy for long."

    "That's it?" The editor-in-chief looked at me with surprised eyes, making my heart go crazy.  That look seems to be a wolf, and I am a lamb.

    "Almost, after all, there are a thousand Armstrongs in the eyes of a thousand people. Maybe readers can see something deeper from the article." I was so nervous that I made a few nonsense and shifted the responsibility to the readers.

    The editor-in-chief took a sip of tea, then stood up and looked out the window, then sighed meaningfully, "It's Hamlet."

    "What?" I didn't respond.

    Walking out of the publishing house, Jian waited at the door, leaning on the railing next to him, with a cigarette in his mouth, posing like a young and Dangerous boy in a movie, but I personally think he looks more like a 25-year-old boy.

    Seeing me coming out, Jian greeted me, "How is it?"

    "The manuscript has been rejected." There was no sense of disappointment in my tone, "Go, the next one, there will always be someone who can appreciate me."

    Jian stretched out his hands to express his helplessness, took another puff of cigarette and exhaled a big smoke ring, which slowly melted into the air.  I snatched the cigarette from Jian's mouth, snuffed it out and threw it into the trash can.

    "When did your kid learn to smoke?"

    "I can do it in high school, but I never smoked it in college."

    I took out the business card of the publishing house from my buttocks, then glared at Jian, "Let's smoke less in the future, it's not good for your health."

    After I finished speaking, I felt as if I was saying to a corrupt official, "Don't be corrupt, you will be caught", the effect is the same.  Because whether it is a corrupt official or a smoker, they know better than anyone that corruption is a crime or that smoking is harmful to people.  Every pack of cigarettes will have words like "cherish life, stay away from cigarettes".

    And Jian just smiled.

    Several publishing houses I went to after today also ended in failure.  It has been nearly two years since I graduated from university, but I still haven't found a job so far, so I decided to write novels to earn some living expenses.  But what I wrote was just not satisfactory, not to mention logical, and I didn't even know what I wanted to express.  But I still plan to try my luck with the mentality of giving it a try, maybe I can meet the editor-in-chief who is highly myopic.  Reality tells me that people can't live in small hopes, so I decided that if there is still no play in the last two tomorrow, then I will write another article seriously.

    After returning home, I found a total of 1,672 yuan in rummaging through the cabinets, and took out a calculator and pressed it. Calculated on the basis of 30 fast living expenses per day, it can still support 55.73  Three three three infinite loop days.  I kept stomping around the living room thinking about what to do with the rest of my life.  I plan to sit quietly, because reducing exercise will reduce consumption, and naturally increase the interval between re-hungry.  But it's not an option to stay still.  Firstly, if you keep still, it will reduce the joy of life, no different from a vegetative person, and secondly, it will easily degenerate your body organs, and the result will be a real vegetative person.

    However, the end result of thinking about it is that I fell asleep.

    Every time I open my eyes, I see the sunlight scattered into my room, and the dust in the air can be seen under the strong light.  In the past three years, I have gotten used to living alone and selling things when I have no money.  There are fewer and fewer things in the house, and now there is only a single bed left in my room.  I don't know what else to sell.  Looking back, I can¡¯t even remember the faces of the people who used to live with me. Although it¡¯s hard to accept this fact, what¡¯s even more strange is that I haven¡¯t shed a tear since they left three years ago, even at the memorial service.  So is it.  Jian said that I have changed, I think I have become mature, and people always become stronger after falling down.  And now I have only one goal in mind, and for this goal, I feel that I can be desperate.

    After waking up, I went to the publishing house. I was lucky. When I was the first one, the editor-in-chief agreed to publish it. I felt like Maxima met Bole.  Although only 500 copies were printed first, it was the first step anyway.  Jian didn't come today, because today is exactly a year since I met his girlfriend, so I went to the world of two people.  I wanted to tell him the exciting news.??After thinking about it, I decided not to disturb their young couple. Kenya has really helped me in the past few years.

    "Have another drink." I said to joven.

    Joven is a bartender at the black bar and a three-year roommate in college. Later, he was expelled for violating school discipline and went to the bar to work as a bartender.  According to the conditions of Joven's family, he can live for a lifetime without going out to work, but he still insists on going out to work, he said that only in this way can he feel alive.  And bartending is also his hobby. Joven likes to see others drink the wine he has mixed and show a satisfied smile.  In fact, I also met Joven by chance before I knew he worked in this bar.

    "It's been a long time since I came here." Joven poured me a glass of beer, and then wiped the table.

    "Yeah, I didn't have much money before, so I came here after I got the manuscript fee today." I don't drink very well, so I usually only come to drink beer, and I can't enjoy Joven's craftsmanship, but it is said that Joven is in this area  very famous.

    It's not that I like to be intoxicated in this kind of feasting, but I just find that the atmosphere here is not bad, and it happens that Joven is also a relatively talkative person.  So I always come to chat with him, basically about everything, including w, Weiwei or my parents.  Perhaps because of his occupation, he is very good at listening.

    "Aren't you going to find w?" Joven asked me.

    I took a sip of the wine in the glass, "I can't go to her, it will be very painful for her to be with me."

    "But I see you are in pain now."

    "Is there? But I think I am very relaxed now." This is true, I really think so.

    I "cuckoo" took two more sips, and shook the empty cup to signal for another cup.

    "You are much worse at deceiving people than other guests." Joven pressed my hand, "Stop drinking." Then he was called away by a guest.

    I feel a little hot, and I put my face on the marble countertop of the bar, and the cool feeling is very comfortable.

    There is a stage in the bar, every night there will be some bands with different styles to perform, but today's lead singer is bald, with a very hideous expression when singing, and it feels like he can't shit. The singing of "Hug" echoes in the  Bar, "Hold Me/Kiss Me/Love - Don't Go"

    A glass of whiskey was pushed in front of me, with a few pieces of ice floating on the surface of the wine.  The mug looks even more transparent under the colorful lights.  Smell the "Forget-me-not" Eau de Toilette.  But I'm not sure, it doesn't smell like toilet water anyway.

    A girl in a blue tank top sat next to me, "I treat you with this glass. Drinking beer is so boring."

    I slowly raised my head, and the girl's face was very white, probably because of the lighting, or maybe she whitened her face herself.  I looked at her curiously.

    "Why, isn't it boring to drink alone?" The girl asked me, and then found me looking at her, "Don't look at me like this, I will misunderstand." Then she took a sip of the transparent liquid in the glass.

    "Sorry." I realized my faux pas.  There are not many girls who would take the initiative to strike up a conversation, but there are not many who take the initiative to invite others to drink.

    "Break in love?" The girl shook the cup in her hand a few times, and there was a clear sound when the ice cubes inside hit the wall of the cup.

    "have no idea."

    "You look downcast." Just like Joven, he likes to expose others.

    "I guess so."

    "Are you so indifferent to every girl?" The girl smiled sweetly, her eyes narrowed when she laughed, and she put the wine glass in front of me.  Picking up the whiskey she just pushed over on the table, the two wine glasses collided together and made a "jingle¡ª" sound, and she drank the whiskey down without answering.  The first time I drank this kind of spirit, I accidentally choked and coughed.

    The girl didn't seem to be drinking, she looked at me and laughed, "You are so cute." I don't know when men can use "cute" to describe drinking.

    "I'm going to the toilet." The beer he drank before was already in his bladder, so he left his seat and walked to the toilet.

    I felt very dizzy when I put the water on, but I didn¡¯t feel anything when I first drank the whiskey. The aftertaste of foreign wine is really strong.  I rinsed my scorching face with cold water, and saw my bloodshot eyes in the mirror.

    When I walked out of the toilet, I didn't stand firmly against the wall. I propped myself up with my hands and just wanted to walk when a blue figure stuck to my body. My lips felt the temperature of the other lip. I stretched out  Tongue licked, it was cold.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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