The noon sun mercilessly sprinkles on the earth, and the hot breath comes to my face.
Jiang He tightly grasped the thick manuscript in his hand, looked at the magnificent building in front, and felt uneasy.
Just the previous week, he had passed through this parallel world similar to the earth. His original owner was also called Jiang He. He had no youth, no car, no house, no wife, and was alone. Except for his parents in the countryside, he could be said to have no concerns. On a stormy night a week ago, the original owner took half a bottle of sleeping pills and left peacefully because he did not want to suffer any more.
But Jiang He has been lying in bed for a whole day since he woke up, and then he can accept the decadent identity of rebirth.
The room rented by the original owner is very small, about 10 square meters in size. On the cracked floor, there are various garbage bags in disorder, plus old clothes piled everywhere. The whole scene shows a strong sense of sadness. However, looking at the sad scene like the garbage dump, Jiang He does not laugh angrily.
He stood up and smiled at the broken mirror on the wall,
"Don't be sad, you should know that your hands are full of Wang Fei."
Knowledge is power!
For the first time, Jiang He found that this truth is so true. He is a bookworm, and also a part-time writer. Basically, he has read every novel about the fire on the earth more than three times. Although he can not remember every word, the soul of online articles lies in the plot. He can follow the example.
A monthly income of one million yuan is unrealistic. A monthly income of fifty thousand yuan is completely enough. Are people in different worlds not human beings? If the online text of the big fire on the earth can't catch fire here, I will broadcast the fifth gear electric fan on the day of live broadcast!
However, the idea is full, but the reality is so skinny.
After the post bar learned that the online articles in the world are basically in a blank situation, Jiang He resolutely went to several publishing houses with nearly half a million saved manuscripts to prepare for publishing, but he repeatedly ran into difficulties, and the reasons for rejection simply refreshed Jiang He's three views
"Your kind of writing is quite new. No one has written it before, but it has not been tested by the market. We can't take risks. Sorry."
……
"Breaking the firmament? The name has a new meaning, but the writing is not exquisite enough. It's cool to see, but it doesn't conform to the trend of modern romance."
……
None of these matters. Jiang He comforted himself after being rejected for the tenth time. There are many thousand mile horses, but not Bole. However, the reply from the next publishing house directly broke Jiang He's mind.
"No, your writing is repetitive and cumbersome. It's not fluent enough."
Jiang He then asked, "What's the burden?"
"It's so scary. There are two or three chapters in your chapter. It's hard to read. Sorry, you can find another job."
Jiang He: "..."
It was early in the morning when I left home, and it is noon now. However, Jiang He's heart seems to be frozen three feet in the hot sun without feeling a trace of warmth. This is the last remaining publishing house in Yancheng. If it is still rejected, where should I go? Is there such a big gap between people?
Jiang He is sure that his writing style is not really the level of God, but it is smooth enough. There is something cool, and there is also some pretending to be forced to hit the face. Anyway, there are all of them. It should not be such a bitter ending.
……
No matter what, try again. If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!
Close your eyes and exhale a mouthful of turbid qi. Jiang He adjusts his mood and is about to lift his feet up the stairs.
A girl wearing sunglasses suddenly came to the opposite door, wearing a close fitting black skirt, with its white oval face, exuding a noble and elegant temperament.
Jiang He couldn't help but pay more attention to it, but he still looked away insightfully. After all, few people like strangers, so Jiang He is still very modest.
A fragrant fragrance passed by, and Jiang He's face was still calm. He walked steadily to the gate.
"Sir!"
A trill with a crying voice suddenly sounded behind him. Jiang He tightened his heart and looked back.
"Sir, can you... help me?" The woman did not know when she took off her sunglasses. Her shell teeth clenched her red lips. Her dark eyes were full of water, so she looked at Jiang He tearfully.
What happened? Why are you about to cry?
Huh?
Jiang He's eyes suddenly stopped on the woman's smooth and jade like shoulders, while on the white collarbone, a touch of green was set off to be so dazzling.
what the fuck!
Such a big locust!!!
It must be 7cm in size!
"Sir, help me catch it... Please." The woman was still pleading, obviously, she had been frightened, her two tiny hands tightly clenched into fists, shaking like a sieve, while her tight pupils were still straining to squint at the locust crawling on her shoulder, looking very nervous and embarrassed.
"OK, don't worry. I'll help you."
Jiang He's scalp felt numb for a while, but he still bit his teeth and agreed to come down.
To be honest, if you ask Jiang He, is he afraid?
He is also afraid.
The only thing he was afraid of from childhood to adulthood was these insects, their long and thin tentacles, thin legs, and colorful shapes... Just thinking about it made his head tingle, not to mention letting him touch a 7 cm locust so closely.
But others are waiting for his help. Can he turn around and leave?
That's so impersonal——
……
Slowly close his hand and fan it forward. Jiang He wants to make some wind to drive away this locust. According to the truth, this kind of insects will leave when they are scared. But this locust who has tasted the sweetness of women does not leave, but it still jumps at the clavicle.
This locust has really become a master!
"Sir..." The woman's trembling voice urged her to cry, and her whole body seemed frozen and unable to move.
"Don't worry. Wait a minute. I'll take a tissue and you can bear it."
Jiang He took a sharp breath and took out a package of heart prints from his arms. With a tissue in his hand, he would not have close contact with locusts. Jiang He's heart suddenly stopped responding. He directly aimed at the position and raised his knife.
"Pa."
Jiang He directly pressed the huge locust to death in her collarbone pit, then withdrew his hand and stood aside with a faint smile on his mouth.
"All right."
"You... you!"
"Oh! And..." Jiang He suddenly tried to wipe the juice from his collarbone and asked, "Do you want some paper towels?"
"..." The woman suffered from the sticky feeling at the clavicle, her face was like tide, her red lips were open and closed, but she wanted to talk and stopped. After a while, she finally gave a cold grunt, turned angrily and walked back to the office building.
Jiang He: "..."
This is angry???
