When Gregory sent Yang Yi out of the publishing house, he looked apologetic and helpless. As a young man in a work unit where seniority discrimination was extremely serious, even though he had countless reasons to be optimistic about Yang Yi's manuscript, the manuscript was ultimately accepted. Whether it is or not has nothing to do with him. Thinking of this, the Mongolian boy felt sorry for Yang Yi because of his previous words, even though it was not his fault. “I can only say that the boy in front of me is an untimely genius. "It's my fault!" After wandering in the big city for seven or eight years, he still hasn't changed his true nature as a man from the Gregorian prairie. He is simple and cute. Once something is put on his shoulders, he will try his best to do it. good. "It's really not your fault, big brother!" The big brother was more or less reluctant to say this. Yang Yi smiled and shook his head. The previous disappointment had long been forgotten by him, but it was just the first hurdle. The sufferings of the previous life are really nothing: "Publishing is not something you come up with, you can just come up with it. I have prepared the fares to go to ten publishing houses today." "Actually, you have to change to something different. I think I can definitely write some novels or something with serious themes!" Gregory still felt it was a pity, both for these manuscripts and for his publisher. So he was still trying his best to retain something, even though he knew it was just a matter of personnel. Yang Yi grinned noncommittally and did not agree to anything. He just waved goodbye sincerely: "See you when you have the chance." There was seriousness in his eyes that ordinary children did not have. After walking around under the scorching sun for a day, his head was so swollen and painful as if there was an iron band on it, but Yang Yi didn't care at all. If it was said that his mentality remained basically unchanged after being rejected for the first time. , if there was only a slight disturbance after being rejected for the second time, then being rejected for the seventh time in a row really made the boy doubt himself. Yuezhou People's Fine Arts Publishing House, Yuezhou Literature and Art Publishing House, Yuezhou Education Press, Yuezhou Children's Publishing House almost all have the same rhetoric and the same attitude. A teacher from the Education Press even said bluntly: "The little guy is very talented, but he didn't use his ideas. You can't be so sensational when writing a history book!" Yang Yi didn't expect that he was already 97 years old, conservative and conservative. If a stubborn thought is so serious, it is called sensationalism. So what is the hype of later generations that repeatedly breaks through the lower limit? The sun was setting in the west, and the clouds with brilliant borders were flowing slowly, but they did not cover the golden-red sun. The warm twilight stretched Yang Yi's dispirited shadow far away. At the crossroads of Xiuhu Park, the crowds of people and cars after get off work rolled past Yang Yi in a hurry. This made the tired Yang Yi, who was walking slowly, even more out of tune with the people around him. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????? away???? But even if this road is so long, Yang Yi, who has no retreat, can only move forward bravely. As a reborn person with foresight and foresight, he has no right or excuse for failure. … … The bells on the Bell and Drum Towers in the old city rang, and the returning birds flew away in the bloody sunset. Yang Yiqiang cheered up and walked home. He could not let his mother become depressed and worried with him. We took a shortcut, turned two alley corners in succession, and came to the back door of the Xiuhu Park Flower and Bird Market. We walked two blocks from here to the old town of Tongzilou where Yang Yi lived. With a bang, a crushed beer can was kicked in front of Yang Yi. Yang Yi, who was startled, looked up in shock, feeling a little annoyed. The sky was still bright, and the instigator was leaning on the back of the flower bed. There was also a thin flame that flickered on and off, which was obviously a lit cigarette. The boy who was in a hurry to go home frowned. He couldn't be a gangster staying here to get fat, right? Although Yang Yi, who has an adult mentality, is not afraid, it does not mean that he likes to deal with this kind of scum like brown sugar. But when Yang Yizhen saw the smoker's appearance clearly, he immediately lost control of his facial muscles. Once upon a time, Yang Yi thought that as a reborn person, he would never be surprised. He did not expect that this understanding would be broken so quickly. The person opposite who was smoking sullenly with a bored look on his face - his smooth ponytail, his pretty and dignified face, and his pink lips that were lightly blowing smoke rings - was none other than his junior high school monitor, No. 3 Middle School The goddess in the eyes of countless boys, the beautiful Jiang who is gentle and generous in dealing with people and things, Jiang Nan. Director, that’s not how the script was written! Yang suddenly felt that his outlook on life was??Signs of collapse. While the boy who had just seen a ghost stood there dumbly, Jiang Nan, who was smoking the lady's cigarette he stole from his sister-in-law, also noticed something was wrong. The guy who had obviously passed by by accident just now stood there. If he doesn't leave there, is he a gangster from the old street? Raising his head, his soft and flawless face was stunned. Like Yang Yi, his face was also filled with astonishment. The two stood blankly staring at each other for a long time, and Yang Yi was the first to react: "Uh, keep going, I didn't see anything!" But in his heart, there was a kind of curiosity and disbelief as if he saw Obama walking around the world - this who is it! Jiang Nan, Jiang Nan! The third goddess was actually caught smoking! At the same time, there are also more doubts about why this girl with almost perfect conduct is hiding here smoking alone. However, Jiang Nan, who reacted later, was far more calm than Yang Yi. At least there was no hint of dodge in her clear eyes. "Would you like one?" Luoluo smiled generously. In this state, Jiang Nan had an irresistible affinity, even for Yang Yi after rebirth. This is the Jiang Nan in my memory! Originally, in his previous life, with Yang Yi's normal boy's character, he naturally had a lot of affection for this perfect girl. It’s just that time flies by, and the charming appearance of the girl with ponytail that I once admired gradually disappears under the pressure of life, turning into fleeting joys and sorrows in the blink of an eye. And the literary uncle who is standing near can only catch a glimpse of her occasionally in his dreams. Blurred appearance. However, such an encounter after rebirth was still beyond Yang Yi's psychological acceptance, until Jiang Nan handed over an equally slender, snow-white cigarette with her slender fingers. "Uh, thank you!" After a day of running around and stressing, Yang Yi also missed the taste of nicotine. In his previous life, when he was working on manuscripts, he never smoked. After returning to his student days, he naturally had no capital or reason to smoke, so he I'm also holding back enough. Jiang Nan's cigarette was like a timely rain, and Yang Yi couldn't be polite. The two of them were leaning against a French plane tree and puffing away smoke. Jiang Nan was a girl after all. She blew out smoke rings in a much more elegant manner, with a brocade-embroidered look. Yang Yi on the other side was a bit casual, but There is also an added sense of laziness. The light blue smoke mixed with the smell of tuberose, and the two threw away the cigarette butts in the strange atmosphere. Yang Yi wanted to ask the girl why she was smoking alone here, but after thinking about it, he realized that he and she were not familiar at all. , so I planned to say thank you and leave. Unexpectedly, Jiang Nan spoke first: "The speech you gave when you left the school was very good!" "Probably because you are fully confident, and you have thought of a way out If not, you may not dare to do this. Talking nonsense!" Yang Yi did not shy away from his state of mind at that time. He had already passed the age of trying to win in front of a beautiful little girl, and he did not expect to use words to strengthen the little beauty's good influence on him, so he told the truth frankly. Yang Yi’s blunt statement obviously surprised Jiang Nan. He was not pretentious or exaggerated, which made Jiang Nan think highly of him again. However, thinking of this boy's grace on the podium, Jiang Nan quickly felt relieved. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and he was indescribably soft and charming: "That's not called 'making wild remarks', it's obviously well-founded!" After a pause, he seemed to be watching Yang Yi's reaction, and then added: "Later, many little girls from other classes came to the class to inquire about you." "This kind of effect is not what I want!" Yang Yiye smiled, his eyes steady and clear, which made Jiang Nan, who was used to seeing those young boys' flattering smiles, feel a little strange. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he changed the subject in a pretentious manner: "By the way, the high school entrance examination. How's it going? I don't think you care much about it." Yang Yiyi hesitated, and his smile turned into a bitter smile: "There's nothing you can do about it. No matter how much you care about it, you can't get into No. 1 Middle School, and you have to go to the wrong side. "" Side door?" Jiang Nan's eyes became brighter. So before and after Yang Yi wrote "Those Things About the Song Dynasty", Jiang Nan couldn't help but have a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Can you show me your masterpiece?" Yang Yi shrugged and handed the manuscript over, casually. Asked: "Why are you secretly smoking here alone?" I didn't expect Jiang Nan to answer him. It is the prerogative of beautiful girls to ask questions or not. However, Jiang Nan's face darkened obviously and he lowered his eyelids: "In the courtyard in the afternoon I picked up a very weak cat and brought it to my sister-in-law for treatment, but the dead woman went to fool around somewhere, and then the cat died. "Probably because they had already smoked together, Jiang Nan was obviously arrogant when he spoke. He got up, but this tone made Yang Yi a little flattered - the Jiang Nan he had seen before always looked like an elegant lady, but it was a bit??The feeling of distance. "Although I'm sorry, it's not like I'm going to let you smoke to vent." Yang Yi shook his head. Even though he saw Jiang Nan's unknown side, it made him feel like sharing secrets "with a girl he admires", but He still disagrees with girls smoking. "There are many other things that I can't finish talking about in just a short while." Looking at Yang Yi's serious eyes, there was no inclination to please or overly enthusiastic concern, just like telling an ordinary friend about something. This was something he couldn't take for granted, so Jiang Nan could only wave his hand, accepting his opinion. Then he turned his mind to the manuscript Yang Yi mentioned. Of course, in addition to curiosity, he may also be disbelieving - a certain guy who had been a passerby in school for three years suddenly said that he had written a manuscript and wanted to publish it. , the span before and after Just watching, Jiang Nan's beautiful and moving eyes gradually widened.