miss me

Xia Xinghe never expected that this reader whose name was in garbled characters would take the initiative to send him a message.

This gibberish reader has been with him for several years, but most of the time he is taciturn. Except for the first period of time when Xia Xinghe often received encouragement from him, the two of them have not talked much in the past two years. chatted.

Xia Xinghe was always thinking about him, and would often take the initiative to send him messages. Every time he came over for a long time, he would reply in a neutral way. Most of them were just a few simple words, and his indifference could almost pass through the words.

It is impossible to say not to be lost, and Xia Xinghe can only comfort himself that the relationship between the author and the reader is already very fragile, and it is already very rare to be able to accompany each other for a certain distance, and it will always drift away.

Now that he suddenly saw the news of this reader, Xia Xinghe's first reaction was unbelievable. He even looked through it several times before confirming that the news was true.

He took a deep breath to calm down, and then returned the news.

[@竹枝: Why do you suddenly ask this? ]

Xia Xinghe knew that he was slow to reply, and planned to exit the chat box after replying to the message, but it seemed as if he was waiting for him, the other party happened to be online, and it took only a moment for the message to come back.

[@nsxhss0905: Looks like you're in a bad mood. ]

[@竹枝:? ]

[@竹枝: How do you know? ]

[@nsxhss0905: Maybe gut feeling. ]

Feeling that this thing is so mysterious that people can't distinguish the true from the false, Xia Xinghe guessed that he was just asking casually, but he still felt that he cared.

This long-lost feeling, as if lost and found, warmed my heart, so I smiled knowingly, bowed my head and typed a few words on the screen.

[@竹枝: Thank you. ]

[@竹枝: Something happened, but it’s all right now, I’ll adjust myself~]

After all, it is not something to be honored, Xia Xinghe has no face to tell this old reader that he is a bit of an idol, and all he wants readers to see is his positive, outstanding side.

Usually the topic should end here, and the other party's message has not been sent for a long time, Xia Xinghe turned off his phone, hurried to the subway and found a seat to sit down, and continued to digest his low emotions.

He was bored watching the hurrying pedestrians, and suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate again.

That reader sent him a message again!

[@nsxhss0905: If you want, you can tell me. ]

[@nsxhss0905: Touch your head. ]

After a while, he sent another emoji.

A chubby little penguin squatted on the ground and curled up into a ball. Beside it, a big penguin reached out and stroked its head clumsily.

The little penguin emoji with simple strokes is very cute, but it doesn’t look like something this reader would post.Xia Xinghe clicked on it for a closer look, and found that there was a thick watermark on it, probably an expression from a temporary search.

When Xia Xinghe first saw the news, he was still a little dazed, but the moment this little expression popped up, he suddenly couldn't hold back.

Perhaps it was because he had endured for too long and needed to confide, or perhaps it was because he knew that the person on the other side was the reader who had been with him all along, Xia Xinghe suddenly recalled the first time when the two met.

Xia Xinghe's writing journey was not so smooth. When he first signed the contract, he was rejected by website editors several times. Later, he was scolded and attacked because of immature writing, and was rejected by the publisher for various reasons. Pass.

And when he was the saddest, the hardest, when he felt exhausted, and even wanted to give up for a while, this reader appeared silently, asked him "what's the matter", and told him "I like his writing very much".

People are always strong and fragile. They will cry because of a trivial matter, and they will grit their teeth and walk a long way because of a word.

When Xia Xinghe first started writing, no one read it, had no readers, his friends didn’t know what he was working on every day, and his parents only let him focus on his studies. Only this reader told him: “If you like it, stick to it.”

If you like it, stick to it, so he has persisted until now.

Later, he had more readers, and this reader became more and more reticent. The two of them seemed to be drifting away on this road, but the original impression was still very clear when recalled.

His nose was sore and his eyes were sore, Xia Xinghe's fingers hovered on the phone screen, trembling slightly, as if Feiyan, who had wandered around for a long time, had finally found a home, and finally landed tremblingly on the screen, hitting harder and harder. quick.

[@竹枝: I'm really, really sad. ]

[@竹枝: Is it true that I am too stubborn and ignorant? ]

Once the emotions that have been suppressed for a long time find an outlet, it is like a flood, like an overwhelming mountain.

Xia Xinghe poured out what happened in the past few days, saying that he went directly to the headquarters of the film and television company in a moment of brainstorming, that his work was criticized by professionals as worthless, that he was unwilling to let it go, and that he I also want to sign film and television, and I want to see my works well presented. In the end, he doesn't know what he is talking about, and the emotions that have been pent up in his chest for a long time gradually pour down with the beating fingertips. Then disappeared.

I don’t know when my eyes were blurred, my nose twitched, tears dripped on the screen of the phone, and the words on it were blurred. A gray-haired grandma sitting next to me looked worriedly. Looking at Xia Xinghe, he patted him on the shoulder and handed him a piece of paper.

"Young man, what's the matter? Are you in a bad mood?"

Hearing grandma's voice, Xia Xinghe suddenly came to his senses.After venting and waking up, he also felt quite embarrassed, quickly took the tissue handed over by his grandma, and smiled again: "It's okay, it's okay, thank you grandma."

After wiping away his tears, Xia Xinghe raised his head, only to find that several people in the subway car were secretly glancing at him with curious expressions.

Xia Xinghe's face became hot, and when he looked at his nose and the corners of his eyes in the glass opposite, he felt even more embarrassed and embarrassed. He anxiously waited for the subway station announcement, and when he arrived, he stood still. I got up, said "thank you" to the kind-hearted grandma, and got out of the car as if fleeing.

After walking out of the station, the number of people around gradually decreased, and Xia Xinghe's red and hot face gradually returned to its original color. He reopened Weibo to check, only to find that he had sent dozens of messages without knowing it.

At the beginning, the reader would send one or two "um" and "then?" to show that he was listening, but later on, it became Xia Xinghe's own one-man show.

"Crackling" said such a long list, after calming down, Xia Xinghe also felt quite embarrassed, thought about it, and sent two more messages.

[@竹枝: Sorry, I accidentally said so much. ]

[@竹枝: Thank you for listening to my complaints, I’m much better now, I’ll make adjustments, don’t worry~]

He thought that the other party was gone, after all, no one would like to hear such nagging complaints, and shortly after the message was sent, the other party replied again.

[@nsxhss0905: Got it. ]

[@nsxhss0905: Your work is very good, there will be film and television companies looking for you. ]

What is "know"?

Xia Xinghe was stunned, and saw the next message, he just thought he was comforting himself, and replied "Thank you" with a smile, he didn't take it seriously, and the other party didn't have any intention of talking, so he ended the conversation at this point. a full stop.

After checking Weibo for a while, Xia Xinghe put his phone in his pocket after confirming that the other party would not reply to his message, and walked home quickly.

The cruelty of the real society is that the world will not stop because of your sadness and sadness. After you have vented your emotions, wipe away your tears, and life will continue.

The overall reputation of "Wang Crossing the World" was good. After a period of time, some film and television companies came to inquire about the copyright one after another, but they all got similar answers in the end.

They are very interested in this article, but if they want to cooperate, they must add a heroine and a relationship line.

The other party didn't want to take risks, and Xia Xinghe was also unwilling to make compromises. Maybe it was because of his stubbornness. He rejected all the collaborations that asked for a relationship line. In the end, he no longer had any expectations for the film and television adaptation.

The excitement, anticipation, resentment, pity, and mixed emotions of the past faded, suppressed, and finally calmed down with the impact of reality and the passage of time.

Time ticks by, and before you know it, it's the end of the year.

Although some unpleasant things happened, Xia Xinghe's year was quite smooth. He wrote two articles with good reputation and income, and the plans made at the beginning of the year were also successfully completed.There is less than a month left to celebrate the new year, Xia Xinghe simply took a year off for himself, had a good rest, ate, slept, checked Weibo every day, and went to spend time with Zhuzi in his spare time, his life was very pleasant .

At the same time, compared to Xia Xinghe's leisurely life, Bai Qingzhou's daily life seemed much more busy.

Throughout the year, there are a lot of summaries and reports to be done, and Corey's colleagues have been taking vacations one after another, and the workload is almost twice as much as usual.

In the middle of the night, Xia Xinghe slept soundly under the soft quilt, while at the other end of the city, in the air-conditioned operating room, Bai Qingzhou was still concentrating on holding the scalpel.

Half an hour later, the operation was successfully completed.

After taking off the heavy surgical gown, the clothes underneath were already soaked, and when the group of people who came out of the operating room returned to the lounge, they quickly fell into one piece again.

After a while, I had a good rest and started changing clothes again to prepare to go home.

After finally finishing the day's work, most of the people were eager to return home. A group of people walked towards the elevator. Only Bai Qingzhou put on his white coat again and walked towards the office in the opposite direction.

When he turned the corner, a colleague who was about to leave was stunned and asked him, "Doctor Bai, are you still leaving?"

Bai Qingzhou responded lightly: "Wait."

"On duty?"

"Write something else."

"……too strong."

The colleague shook his head and sighed in disbelief, "You are still so energetic after a day of surgery, you are really a god."

"...just kidding,"

Bai Qingzhou replied politely, strode back to the office, put up his clothes and sat in front of the computer, and soon began to get busy again.

The night is dark and foggy, the night sky is dark, the stars are extravagant, the noisy small vendors downstairs have closed their stalls early, and the ward area is also quiet, even the wind is extremely rare.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Qingzhou finally stopped his fingers, raised his hand, and pinched the sore brow again.

On Yingying's illuminated screen was a document, the cursor slid to the first page of the document, and a few words were clearly written in the title bar.

"Analysis of Commercial Value of "Wang Guorenjian" Film and Television Adaptation"

His wrist was a little stiff, and Bai Qingzhou's finger left the mouse and turned it lightly. He stared at the screen with heavy eyes, as if dissatisfied, and said to himself: "...What the hell am I doing? ?”

The phone's notification sounded, the breathing light flickered slightly, and a Weibo push message popped up on the lit screen.

...is an advertisement.

Bai Qingzhou raised his finger lightly to cross out the ad, but he accidentally called the Weibo app.

He didn't pay attention to anyone, so the Weibo homepage was full of celebrity hot searches pushed by the system, which was meaningless.Bai Qingzhou swipe up the phone to exit the app, and swipe his finger to the message interface, but accidentally enters a private message dialog box.

At the top of the dialog box, the name is "Bamboo Branch".

The moment he clicked on the dialog box, dense messages filled the screen instantly. Bai Qingzhou looked through it again in silence, and after a while, sighed in resignation.

Forget it.

Just make him happy.

Bai Qingzhou put away his phone and returned his gaze to the computer screen.

Bai Qingzhou is not a relevant major, and his daily work is busy and complicated. It took nearly two weeks to check the information, make a summary, and write an analysis report.

A few days later, late at night, when the stars were still sparse, Bai Qingzhou sat in front of the computer in the study and finally finished typing the last word.

He took off his glasses tiredly, clicked on WeChat to find a contact, and sent the file.

[BO: [FILE]]

[Bo: Are you still investing in film and television recently? ]

[Bo: You may be a little interested in this article. ]