Kunming, who will you forget tonight

Chapter 10
Saying goodbye to Zhuo Lan, I went back to my "home", the living room was in a mess, and there was still a pool of blood on the floor.Except for me, the whole room was empty. I simply tidied up the living room, turned on my computer, and saw a message from a certain website editor. It was another euphemistic rejection of the manuscript. I replied in the QQ dialog box :Thanks.

The gray profile picture flashed immediately, and the editor of a certain website smiled back and said: Keep up the good work, I look forward to sending you an updated manuscript.

I "boldly" asked: Can you tell me the reason for rejecting the manuscript?Is it because the writing is not skilled enough or the expression is not in place?

Editor: First of all, there is a problem with the setting of the protagonist in your book. You are writing an urban novel. What is the essence of an online urban novel?It is to make readers feel good, and there is something exciting. You set the protagonist as a junior college student. The college student who is about to graduate is wronged in various ways because he kissed the department flower. Will the readers enjoy it?Secondly, as an online writer, you have not realized what the selling point of online novels is. Your opening is so depressing, who wants to read on?I have to admit that what you write is very real, but who is willing to read your work?
I replied: I think real works can resonate with readers, not blind pornography, the protagonist is a mess, all kinds of girls play with women, kill people at every turn, or spend money like water, buying a luxury car is like buying eggs.

Edit: This kind of work makes people look good, and yours makes people look bad, so you are doomed to fail.

I reply: What I want to express to readers is a kind of confusion and confusion belonging to the post-80s, post-90s, and even post-00s in adolescence. I want to use my own experience to tell some more real stories. At the same time, I am also pursuing a piece of tranquility This society is too complicated. I hope there are still some people who are willing to stick to the pure land of their hearts for their original beliefs. I want to awaken this part of people through my book. Why do you only value the market? Violent" YY Shuangwen to make money?
EDIT: Who do you think you are?You are just an online writer who rushes to the street. Don’t think of yourself as great. You must first have good sales and write things that cater to the market. You can’t teach a child.

After speaking, his avatar turned gray, and when I replied to the message again, it had already been rejected.

At that moment, I felt a kind of despair. Is it true that this world is so polluted that there is no trace of pure land?Can't help but pick up the guitar hanging by the bed, pluck the strings lightly, humming the song "Orchid in the Empty Valley" by Xu Wei:
One thought pure heart flowers bloom all over the world

Every time I face a desperate situation, the peak circuit turns again

But relying on pure faith, you can freely go out of the world
Just like waking up from a dream, the way home is in front of you
Walk to the end of the world, silent mountains and rivers

Listen to the sound of the willow flute in the evening wind

Ren Pingsheng stepping through misty rain with straw shoes

Wisdom, firmness, courage, smoothness, permanence

Xu Wei, the singer who has been sticking to his beliefs and walking alone on the road, spent many sleepless nights with his hoarse voice. I can't understand what kind of past he has in order to write such sad and moving lyrics , His voice has a kind of vicissitudes, and it is this kind of vicissitudes that makes his voice have a unique charm. There are many singers who cover Xu Wei's songs, but none of them can sing the soul in the songs.

In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of the door opening outside. Su Yubing dragged her exhausted body back to "home". If I guessed correctly, she should have just returned from the hospital. Being raped by her boss, Wang Yong, and going back and forth to the hospital, the police station, and the hospital was indeed hard enough for a girl who was in her menstrual period, not to mention that she fell to the ground in pain the night before and couldn't move.

Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door of my room. I put down the guitar and opened the door. Su Yubing stood at my door, looked at my arm, and asked politely, "Are you okay?"

"I can't die." I have always had a grudge against Su Yubing, "Knocking on my door in the middle of the night, isn't it just asking this nonsense?"

Su Yubing opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something to irritate me, but in the end she didn't say it, and took out a few hundred dollars from her bag and gave me, "You take this money, don't use a Band-Aid Deal with it, go to the clinic tomorrow to bandage it, the wound is very troublesome if it is infected."

I looked at the money in Su Yubing's hand. It looked like seven or eight hundred yuan, but I didn't know the exact amount. "Send the beggar? Is it worth this much for a knife?"

Su Yubing asked with a lonely expression: "Then how much money do you want? I only have so much on me." Then, she took out all the change in the wallet, there were about dozens of dollars, and took them all. He came to me and said, "I'll give you all of these, if you think it's not enough, tell me, I'm not like some people, I'm not responsible for things..."

Damn, isn't this obviously satirizing the incident between me and Ran Jing?I really don't know what to say about her, I turned around and closed the door heavily, and after a loud bang, I felt a little bit inappropriate, as if I was really a bit fussy, anyway, it wasn't her who stabbed me, she was just a girl , although a bit annoying.

I opened the door again and saw Su Yubing standing at the door holding the money, two lines of tears streaming down her face, she didn't seem to expect that I would open the door again, and when she saw me standing in front of her, she actually took two steps back, He raised his sleeves and wiped the tears from his face.

I took all the money and wallet from her hand, stuffed the money into her wallet, and said to her: "Small injury, don't worry about it, give me all the money, and you I don’t have any money to buy breakfast, so let’s go rest.”

Su Yubing silently lowered her head, turned around, clutched her stomach and walked towards her own room. I looked at her back and suddenly felt sorry for her. Before she pushed open the door of my bedroom, I stopped her and said, "You are not in good health. Are you comfortable? Let me cook a bowl of soup for you, drink it before going to bed."

This time, Su Yubing did not refuse, and said "Thank you."

I found red dates, wolfberries, brown sugar... these ingredients in the kitchen, and cooked some soup in a milk pot. When I brought it out, Su Yubing was sitting by the sofa in the living room waiting. I brought the soup to Su In front of Yu Bing, reminded her: "Be careful of burning."

"Thank you." Su Yubing took a sip carefully and asked, "Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?"

"Look at you poorly." He said, leaning on the back of the sofa and lighting a cigarette, watching the smoke dissipate in front of him.

Beside him, Su Yubing protested in a low voice, "You don't need to be pitiful, scumbag."

"Are you sick?" I looked at Su Yubing very dissatisfied, "Is it interesting to talk about a scumbag? Did I fuck you or rape you? You hate me so much?"

Su Yubing didn't speak this time, but just stared at me fiercely, turned around and walked into her bedroom with the soup bowl in her hand, probably greeting my eighteenth generation of my ancestors again in his heart.But these are not important, because the eighteen generations of my ancestors did not know her.

After Su Yubing returned to the room, I also returned to my room, staring at the word document on the computer, lost in thought again.I have been in the Internet literary circle for many years, and I have always written for making money. Because I am poor and my family is poor, I can only supplement my living expenses by writing manuscripts. In order to earn more manuscript fees, I I have written several urban YY works, the kind where the main character is in a mess, surrounded by beauties. The beauties are not rich ladies, supermodels, celebrities... Anyway, everything cares about obscenity.

But are these really the words I want to write?

Sighing deeply, I stood in front of the window and looked at the night outside, imagining that if I could have 2000 yuan, so that I could have something to eat and not starve to death, I would definitely write a book about this period of life Books, even if there are no readers and no income from manuscript fees, I will continue to write them to commemorate the year when I left school and entered the society...

Two days later, I finally ran out of money. On the third day, I woke up with only the last four dollars on me. I was standing at the gate of the community. What can I do with four dollars?Buy four steamed buns or a box of red plums, one can satisfy my physical needs and relieve hunger.The other is to satisfy my soul. After a moment of hesitation, I still bought a pack of Hongmei cigarettes.

He took out his mobile phone and called Slap, and said without any tone: "Are you free? Come and treat me to dinner."

On the other side of the phone, he slapped and asked, "What are you eating? Skewers?"

"Whatever." I said with a cigarette in my mouth, "It's enough to fill my stomach. I'm already penniless, and my pocket is cleaner than my face."

"Wait..."

An hour later, Slap got off the bus, and I was already waiting at the bus stop near Repulse Bay. After meeting, I took out my red plum smoke and gave Slap. He took it in his hand and asked, "Why are you smoking this cigarette again? I remember that you can't stand Hongmei's strength?"

I didn't hide anything, and said to Slap, "I can't afford Hongta Mountain anymore, the website has closed down, and I can't find anyone to take the manuscript fee that was two months in arrears, and the new book was returned twice because it doesn't meet the requirements of urban novels." I went to a job interview, and people saw that I was the one who made Ran Jing’s belly bigger and didn’t want to pay for a reexamination, so they just passed me and bought a pack for the last four yuan. Hongmei."

"Let's go..." He slapped me towards a small noodle shop by the side of the road, and ordered two bowls of fried noodles after entering.

I stayed up late last night thinking about life in a daze, and I didn’t go to bed until 2 o’clock this morning. I woke up hungry and uncomfortable. The fried noodles in front of me were finished in [-] minutes, and the bowl of noodles in front of me hadn’t eaten two bites yet. He picked up half of the noodles in his bowl with chopsticks and said, "I eat a lot at noon, you should eat more."

In the face of slaps, I don’t need to be so hypocritical and polite... After eating, the two of us sat in the restaurant and smoked, and slapped a phone, as if there was something urgent, hung up the phone, and slapped out half a pack of cigarettes , took out all the more than 100 yuan in the wallet, threw it on the table and said, "I only have this little money. If we two go to the skewers tonight, there will not be much left. You take the money first. In two days I'll just pay my salary, call if you need anything." After finishing speaking, he slapped his hands and walked out, walked back after taking two steps, picked up a cigarette from the table, and took another two dollars, laughing Said to me: "I have to take the bus back."

"Take it." I handed the one hundred yuan bill to my palm from the table, "You haven't paid your salary yet, what will you eat if you give me all the money?"

Slap didn't take the money, he turned around and said, "You know, I can ask my family for relief if I have no money. You are different. If you are polite to me, our relationship will be meaningless. Let's go...you Kneel down."

After I slapped and left, I put away the money on the table, and the half box of seven yuan Hongtashan. I didn't want to think about what would happen tomorrow. In fact, I didn't dare to think about what would happen tomorrow.

When I walked out of the small restaurant, I saw a new maternity and baby products store next to the community, and there was a sign of temporary workers who were recruiting part-time jobs and handing out leaflets, and their wages were closed on a daily basis. Seeing this, I went over decisively to consult.

(End of this chapter)