The general attack is coming: the difficult editor-in-chief is online

Ji Chenfeng picked up the menu, ordered two dishes casually, then raised his head, looked at Shen Nanyan and asked, "Are you a local too?"

He has been in this city for as long as he can remember.

He never went out. He used to live with his grandma. After his grandma passed away, he was alone and moved to another place.

With the money earned from writing articles, I live a meager life.

Even if you are not rich, you can barely make it through.

Before Shen Nanyan appeared, he had been thinking about how to live a better life in this world.

But after much deliberation, there was no result.

"I'm not. The job was transferred, so I came here. But now, I still feel very lucky. If I hadn't been transferred here, how could I have met you."

"Speaking of which, it's also a kind of fate."

Regarding Ji Chenfeng, Shen Nanyan couldn't tell what it was like.

Those similar eyes really seem to be able to see the former person.

In the past, he never cared about right or wrong, nor did he know what to do.

But now facing this person, he didn't know what kind of attitude to use.

"Anyway, I still want to thank you for your guidance to me at that time. If it weren't for you, I don't know how long I would have been with Caven."

Ji Chenfeng smiled restrainedly, the temperament of the person in front of him was different from what he thought.

I have never seen it before, but this time when I saw it with my own eyes, I will feel shocked.

"It's a little effort, it doesn't matter."

"Have you been writing for a long time?"

Shen Nanyan poured coffee for Ji Chenfeng, handed it to him, and asked casually.

"It's been a long time, since I entered this industry, it should be five or six years now."

Shen Nanyan smiled, "I checked your Weibo before, and I think your writing and logic are good."

The expression on Ji Chenfeng's face became a little weird, "Speaking of which, you are the first person to praise me like that."

"Why, you've been writing for so long, don't you have any fans?"

Ji Chenfeng thought for a while, "I have regular fans, but I'm happier without your affirmation. Having those loyal fans makes me feel that no matter what time, someone will slowly accompany me. It's me who makes me regain my courage after every setback."

Ji Chenfeng has lived to such an age, the only good memories left are those little cuties who silently accompanied him.

In any case, he doesn't want to lose.

Therefore, he has carefully planned to add more and do activities.

In the eyes of others, this may be nothing.

But for him, who is often Cavan, it is possible to sit in front of a chair for a whole day, just to present a better story to his readers.

"In the past, I would think that writing articles could make money, which was a good choice. Later, my thoughts changed. I like the stories written by myself. Everyone is vivid and vivid. , It will make me feel that there are many things to do in life, and I am not useless."

He will selectively give up those pasts, and he will also feel sad for the characters in his stories.

Even he himself is not very clear about who is getting too deep into the drama.

But every time he wrote it out, he would feel extremely satisfied in his heart.