fish under ice

Shi Yi has been busy focusing on printing recently.

The machines in the printing factory roared, and white paper scraps flew like crushed goose feathers.

Shi Yi coughed and said to the person in charge of the printing factory: "The book that was promised to be handed in in two days, hasn't started printing yet?"

The person in charge of the printing factory is a strong middle-aged man with tiger eyes and high nose, a broad face, and a fierce look.He took a sip of water from the water glass and said nonchalantly: "I told you Director Fu that the price of paper has skyrocketed, and our factory lost too much money in the previous contract. He agreed to let us take a break."

Shi Yi has already gone back and forth three or four times, and is always prevaricated by various reasons. This time, he finally found out the root cause, and the leader of the club nodded. What else can he do?

"Boss Fu didn't tell me. It was the president who urged me to keep an eye on the progress. How about I call the president now, Brother Song, please tell the president yourself."

In the publishing house, relationships are deeply intertwined.Shi Yi didn't understand these things, and he didn't know how to deal with business, but he just wanted to make a good book.

But Brother Song didn't want to make a phone call, so he changed his work clothes and went to the workshop again.The door slammed shut, leaving Shi Yi alone in the office.

Shi Yi was so angry that his face turned pale, so he had no choice but to go back to the publishing house first.

As a result, when I returned to the publishing house, another major event happened.

Two of the children's books that were previously approved for publication were sued by a well-known children's literature writer for allegedly plagiarizing his own works.Shi Yi knew about this matter, and the whole society knew about it.

Shi Yi didn't like the two books "Little Frog Where Are You" and "Good Boys and Bad Boys" at the beginning.He was very interested in children's literature when he was an undergraduate. He joined the school club in the school to study children's literature with his teacher, and naturally read a lot of children's literature.And these two books are simply a shoddy splicing of the works of a Swedish national writer and the appealing writer.However, it has recently become popular in the self-media and has been repeatedly recommended by several children's literature marketing accounts. It is naturally profitable under its reputation.

The agency spent a lot of time and financial resources and finally won the copyright of these two books.

When Shi Yi was in the agency for approval, he raised the possible later disputes caused by plagiarism, but the agency rejected him and let him go to print instead.

Shi Yi sat down on his seat, but before he could sit still, he saw Director Fu coming out of the president's office, staring at him with fiery eyes, and said angrily, "Shi Yi, the president told you to come in."

When Shi Yi entered the office, the president was aggressive as soon as he opened his mouth: "Has the printing factory started printing books?"

"No, it said that Director Fu agreed with them to postpone the printing, and they may not be satisfied with the original contract. They proposed to use another kind of paper for printing."

"Then what do you think about this copyright incident?"

Shi Yi thought for a while: "We are bound to be involved in the lawsuit, and we cannot avoid it."

"Are you the one who reviewed these two books?"

Shi Yi stood up all of a sudden, and the chair slammed.

He looked at the president in astonishment: "Although I did the nominal review of these two books, I raised this issue a long time ago. It was because the agency took advantage of the loopholes in the copyright law and directly skipped my opinion application book number approval." And production and sales!"

The president looked at him fixedly: "Okay, you go out."

Before Shi Yi left the office in anger, he heard his colleagues whispering.The efficiency of the publishing house is really poor. If it is not to be rectified or closed down, layoffs are inevitable for any of them.

Shi Yi sat on the seat and supported his forehead with his hands, only feeling a buzzing in his head.

Why is it so difficult to make a book?

Topic selection, topic selection and approval, manuscript editing, approval, application for book number, typesetting and printing, production and sales, every link exhausted him.

He has been working here for a few months, and all the energy he has put in has been said to be the useless work of a fool. No one cares about his ideas, but only cares about how many books he can sell.

Shi Yi propped his head into the toilet and flushed his face.In winter, the biting cold water splashed on the face, which paralyzed the nerve endings.

He raised his face and saw himself in the dirty mirror.

His complexion is pale, his eyes are obviously blue and black, his pupils are dim, and his smile is difficult.

He wasn't happy at all.

But what can be done?

Life is just a boil.Others are suffering too, why is he willful?

But it turned out that Shi Yi didn't even have the qualifications to boil.

A week later, he was fired.

He accepted the reality without saying a word, handed over the work, took the salary settled for the month, and immediately packed up his few things and left.

Shi Yi stood on the subway with a cardboard box in his arms, pulling on the ring, and lowered his head wearily.

Shi Yi was numbly brainwashed by a voice in his head repeatedly.

You are so stupid.

You are useless.

Why can't you do anything well?

He heard another voice that had been silent say, yes.

Shi Yi once again admitted that he is a waste.

He is too uncomfortable.He is not at all happy in this city.

He is 30 years old this year, but sometimes he still feels that he is just that boy who stands in front of the narrow window and looks tremblingly at the dilapidated garden before the wind and rain.The stepmother yelled at him downstairs to clean the floor, and his father's crutches thumped on the floor, as if they were getting closer and closer, and were about to hit him hard on the back.Brother and sister screamed one after another.A stack of useless voluntary report books and a few high school notes in the desk were locked tightly.

After 12 years, he is still such a person, useless, timid, easily desperate, and unable to fight.

Any feather-like weight dropped by life would be enough to cause his spine to collapse in an instant, turning him into a mass of ignorant and ignorant lumps, and a victim of life.

He had thought about running.But Zhong Juntong kept him.

Because Zhong Juntong came to Shi's house and said that he was entrusted to marry Shi Yi when Shi's father was ill.

Zhong Juntong came with the anticipation for marriage of a rotten dead person.

This expectation was handed to Shi Yi, like a bunch of blood-stained withered roses.But it is a rose after all.

By the way, Juntong!Think Jun Tong!

Shi Yi breathed hard, and the drowning person panted like oxygen.

Juntong is so handsome, so nice, so likable, willing to hug him and kiss him.Such a nice person is his husband!Be happy!

But immediately, a doubt hit him heavily.

Juntong didn't marry me because he liked me, why am I happy?

Zhong Juntong came home early today and was watching the financial channel in the living room when suddenly the door lock clicked, the door was opened, and Shi Yi came back with a suitcase in his arms.

Shi Yi didn't expect Zhong Juntong to come home so early, his hands holding the cardboard box were extremely stiff, and after a long time, he smiled softly: "Juntong came back so early today?"

Zhong Juntong glanced at the box in his hand, and then looked seriously into Shi Yi's eyes.

Did he cry?

Shi Yi swallowed hard, put down the box pretending to be casual, and said softly, "I'm not making children's books anymore." Seeing Zhong Juntong's frown, he felt sour and ashamed, and made an excuse: " I forgot to buy groceries, I'm going out now."

Shi Yi's eye sockets were sore, his nose seemed to be blocked and he couldn't breathe.He was experiencing despair like drowning.But he also wanted to drown alone.

He didn't want Juntong to see him in a mess.

Just as he was opening the door, Shi Yi's wrist was suddenly grabbed, very tightly.

The watch on that hand was wiped by him yesterday and put on by himself for her husband.The silver mechanical watch is particularly beautiful on Zhong Juntong's graceful wrist.

"I've bought some vegetables, I just bought some. But if you want to go out now, I can accompany you."

Shi Yi turned his back to Zhong Juntong, tears fell down and hit the brand new wooden floor.

"No... no need."

In a blur, he heard Zhong Juntong say again: "Didn't you say you wanted to eat a Thai restaurant before. We can go tonight."

Shi Yi's nose became more sore, and he cried like a wronged child.

He is used to being alone, closing the door and hiding in the cabinet, building his own dark lair in the smell of mothballs and laundry detergent, chewing on all the unpleasant things bit by bit in the gradual suffocation.

His happiness is his own.His pain was his own too.

He didn't think about sharing.He thinks he should be an emotional filter, doesn't give people any reactions, and doesn't want to ask for any feedback.

Shi Yi felt that his tears were too bad.

He wasn't pretty or good-looking in the first place, and he would definitely be even uglier when he cried.

Why is he crying?

But the tears couldn't stop at all.The tear ducts, which he barely uses, are too easy to close once opened.

Zhong Juntong hugged him from behind, and after a few seconds, he felt that this posture was not good, so he turned Shi Yi around and hugged him hard.

His wife, who doesn't like to cry, is crying.

Tears soaked his expensive cashmere sweater.

Zhong Juntong said: "Okay. You can cry, but you can't cry for too long. You will feel dizzy."

Shi Yi was inexplicably amused by Zhong Juntong, and hiccupped and whispered, "I'm going to cry for 10 minutes."

Zhong Juntong glanced at his watch: "OK, I'll time it for you."

Shi Yi sniffed and blushed, "I don't want to cry anymore."

"Then let's pack up and go eat Thai food? Watch a movie by the way? I'll buy you a new coat."

"Ah."

Shi Yi reached out to wrap his arms around his neck, and rubbed against his neck like a coquettish kitten, his wet eyelashes were a bit chilly.