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If it is understandable that the finished article was packaged and sold by the publisher at the beginning, then the total word count of "Girl" has not yet reached 20, and the progress of the full text is only one-third of the article, and the editor came to the door. She didn't believe a word of Jiang Wenhui's credit.

However, Jiang Wenhui's mouth is full of rainbow farts full of witty words.

"Mianmian, don't you think your writing is very good and unique?"

"I really, really like this story. Look at Shelley's growth all the way. It's a girl's transformation, and countless women support each other! I'm really fed up with those women's dramas, I just want to see you Such a story!"

"This society is so hostile to women, if more people read this story, at least those who have read the story, especially the relationship between women and women, will understand more?"

As if she was afraid that Zhao Yimian would not be inflated enough, she even started to brag about Zhao Yimian's future development, "Mianmian, write it quickly, I will show it to an elder who makes movies after I finish it, can you use your book to read?" Make a movie out of the prototype."

Zhao Yimian: "...I wrote it, can't I update it? Please don't talk about it, I really want to imagine that I won the best screenplay at the Oscars."

If we were talking about entertaining ourselves at the beginning, with Jiang Wenhui's support, Zhao Yimian's writing seemed like he was writing a thesis.

Every day I’m not filling myself in online classes, I’m checking various materials, and sometimes I have to go out for field trips, interview some targets, and chat with some friends I’ve made friends with online.

She wrote about the girl's first period in the article.

The girl who wrote about dysmenorrhea was so painful that she fainted, and the girl who wrote a lot had to go to the toilet to change a sanitary napkin after a class.

It also wrote about a girl from a poor family who couldn't afford sanitary napkins, so she had to put napkins on top of the sanitary napkins, and a sanitary napkin would last a day or even longer.

There is also a sanitary napkin hidden in the school bag, which was discovered by the boy. They laughed and tore it open, as if they had found some interesting toy, and waved it like a flag in their hands.

The girl whose sanitary napkin was robbed had red eyes, was ashamed and annoyed, and gritted her teeth, feeling aggrieved and angry, as if she wanted to jump off the window sill.

It was the heroine Shelley and the other girls who rushed forward, held the boy down and beat him up, and snatched back the sanitary napkin.

One tough girl pulled down the prankster's pants without anyone noticing.

The boy stood up, only to find his trousers had fallen to his ankles, and everyone burst out laughing.

The girl called him a hooligan, and some people nicknamed him "exhibitionist" and "exhibitionist". Now no one cares about the girl who was robbed of her sanitary napkin.

In the article, she wrote about a rebellious girl in adolescence.

They play truant, fight, and form cliques. They are bad girls in the eyes of teachers and sisters who can't be avoided in the eyes of classmates. They are bullying on campus, and they are bad to the bone in the mouths of adults.

But this kind of girl would stand up when Shelley was blackmailed by social youths, saying that I was the only one who could bully my classmates, and she would also pick up a weak kitten in the rain, and carefully caress the fur of the cat with her fingertips.

Zhao Yimian wrote in the article through Shelley's mouth: "They are neither so good nor so bad. They are just a group of confused people. More often, Shelley feels that they may not know what they want. What, so you simply want everything, but you can’t get anything.”

Before writing about this group of people, Zhao Yimian first met a netizen.

A woman who works in an office building now, but was a troubled girl when she was young.

"At that time, I did a lot of stupid things and hurt a lot of people," she said, dressed exquisitely, with a calm and calm expression, examining her past self from the perspective of an adult. The things that I think are earth-shattering are just wanting others to remember me and know me, no matter good or bad.”

Zhao Yimian has no intention of whitewashing anyone.

The bullied also appear in her text.

"Because of campus violence, I have been immersed in pain for many years. Severe depression almost destroyed my life. Fortunately, I found a way to save myself. I learned to block the outside voice and only listen to me. Think in your own heart, don’t care about other people’s opinions, love only yourself with all your heart, reshape your inner courage and self-confidence bit by bit, and pick up the self-esteem that was broken into pieces in those years..."

Jiang Wenhui was originally a fan of Zhao Yimian's books.

After reading this book, I was absolutely amazed.

However, Zhao Yimian didn't seem to know what great things she had written, and when others praised her, she quickly said no, so that when someone came to her door and wanted to buy the film and television copyright, she thought that Jiang Wenhui was giving you a gift again. Welfare.

Jiang Wenhui couldn't laugh or cry.

"This is really not me, Mianmian, you have to believe that you are so good, there will always be someone who knows the truth."

"If you don't believe me, go and see your comment area?"

Zhao Yimian hasn't logged into the comment area for a while.

There was a quarrel in her comment area two days ago. The cause of the quarrel was quite confusing. It was a reader who left a message saying that it is impossible to have true friendship between girls and girls, and then pulled out that more girls in liberal arts classes means more things, and girls are better than others. Talk about troublesome boys.

As an author, Zhao Yimian didn't want to end up arguing, and the entire comment area was filled with smog.

The public says that the public is right, and the woman says that the woman is reasonable, and several comment buildings can be built in a day.

Zhao Yimian could only comfort herself, it is better to have some quarrels than no one, even if the content of their quarrel almost has nothing to do with the novel.

I don't know when the comment area has turned into a gentle breeze and a drizzle.

A reader left a message: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo The author is it me, this is me!"

"I really love the girl in it, who said there is no sincere affection between girls?"

"Because of gender, we are all weak in this society, so we should be more sympathetic and considerate to each other."

Zhao Yimian rested her chin to read one by one, even if there were occasional speeches by two bullies, it wouldn't affect her mood.

That's great... She's had enough of those comments about the so-and-so supporting actress dying quickly, and she's very satisfied with her style in the comment section.

She somewhat understood the speech of an old writer born in the 60s in a speech video she watched a few days ago.

"When a creator writes something, he should not only make it enjoyable for readers to read, but also make readers think about it. If something created by a person has a positive impact on this society, regardless of the impact Whether it is big or small, more or less, then what he creates is meaningful and valuable.”

Although sometimes writing an article is still very painful, and a lot of hair fell out when I was in the text, but Zhao Yimian gradually understood how to create an excellent article, how to create an excellent character, and how to be a qualified author. How to create those things that have positive influence.

Halfway through the update of the novel, Zhao Yimian, who was dizzy from the day, suddenly realized that Christmas Eve had arrived.

She could remember this day when Mu Sibai, who was far away abroad, sent a message, "Thank you Mianmian, the apple you sent has been received."

There was a smile in her voice.

In a foreign country, I received a box of apples written in Chinese on the packaging. Although eating apples on Christmas Eve is a Chinese saying, Mu Sibai still felt particularly moved in his heart.

"Happy Christmas Eve, did Mianmian receive an apple today?"

Zhao Yimian looked at the date and realized that today is Christmas Eve.

She was shocked, "This apple just arrived today? It's not broken yet!"

You know, she placed the order almost a month ago!

Apples were a cash crop in a county when she followed the writers' association. To show support, everyone bought a lot of them. A box was sent, and everyone except Mu Sibai received it a long time ago, and also returned the very sweet taste of apples.

Mu Sibai never said anything about it, Zhao Yimian thought it was mailed away, but she didn't expect it to arrive now!

She had a long phone call with Mu Sibai across the ocean.

After all, among the six roommates, five are in China, and only Mu Sibai has left the country.

When chatting in the group, she is also the least one who appears.

After finally getting in touch, it is natural to seize the time and opportunity to care.

"Well, the weather is okay, and the food is okay. There is a classmate who cooks by himself, and his skills are pretty good. I will share meals with him..."

"And you, how are you doing?" Mu Sibai asked the question back, "Shen Mingchu didn't bully you, did he?"

"How dare she?" Zhao Yimian said in a smug tone, "I am the head of the family, and I am the master of everything in the family."

If she hadn't deliberately lowered her voice, it would have sounded more imposing.

Shen Mingchu, who was busy in the kitchen, had such good ears. She deliberately said, "Master, do you want fried or stewed pork ribs tonight?"

Zhao Yimian, who was suddenly called the head of the family, panicked for a moment, then calmed down, "It's half the same, I really want to eat."

"No problem, listen to your Patriarch."

Mu Sibai laughed on the other end of the phone.

Zhao Yimian slipped to the balcony, covered her phone and asked in a low voice: "What should I do? I just remembered that today is Christmas Eve. I didn't prepare anything!"

Mu Sibai paid no more attention to holidays than Zhao Yimian.

If she hadn't been born abroad, and everyone around her was celebrating Christmas Eve and preparing for Christmas, she probably wouldn't have thought of it.

After thinking about it, she came up with an idea and said, "Why don't you go downstairs to buy an apple now? Christmas Eve, an apple is enough."

Zhao Yimian patted her thigh, thinking it was a good idea.

Whether it's a gift or not, it's fine if you want it!

She went downstairs under the pretext of throwing garbage. When Shen Mingchu came out of the kitchen, the trash can in the living room was already empty.

She couldn't help laughing, "The garbage that was thrown out at noon..."

night.

Someone is setting off fireworks in the suburbs, and Zhao Yimian and the others can see them through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.

Zhao Yimian and Shen Mingchu sat side by side on the swing, did not turn on the lights, snuggled together quietly, each playing with their mobile phones, Zhao Yimian felt that the atmosphere was just right, and took out the apple that had been hidden under the seat for an unknown amount of time.

"Honey, happy Christmas Eve."

Shen Mingchu found this apple bigger than her two fists a long time ago, she took it and said, "I'm still thinking, when will you give it to me, won't it hurt if you sit down all the time?"

Zhao Yimian was embarrassed for a moment, but as long as her skin is thick enough, the embarrassment can't catch up with me, "...don't worry, I've given you gifts anyway."

Shen Mingchu laughed.

She sniffed the apple lightly, it was very fragrant.

He solemnly said to Zhao Yimian: "I like it very much."

Zhao Yimian blushed slightly, "Just like it."

"Then I'm going to wash it?"

"Go, go, buy it to eat!"

Shen Mingchu took the apple and left, Zhao Yimian sent the things out, feeling relieved, after a while, he heard footsteps approaching, turned his head and said: "Let me taste it, the apple I bought is delicious, there are more than 20 pieces... "

Her words came to an abrupt end.

What was entrusted in the palm of Shen Mingchu was an apple-shaped velvet box.

She opened it lightly, and asked in a low voice, "I don't know about golden apples, do you like them?"