I will never give in to Miss Death

At this point, Yin Xiamo deliberately paused: "I found a few small mistakes."

"Ok?"

I leaned over and asked, "Where?"

As for Miguabao novels and Yaedo novels, if I remember correctly, the authors themselves cannot modify the content of the novels after they are published.

It seems that a long time ago, someone took advantage of the convenient feature "Authors can modify the content of novels" and uploaded some nonsense to be reviewed, then secretly changed the uploaded content into various illegal content, and then clicked the report button himself - "Bang!"

The person in charge of the website was called out on the same day, and the entire website was rectified over the next month, with all authors conducting self-inspection.

Since then, the function of our authors to modify chapter content has been prohibited. If there is anything that seriously affects reading or must be changed, you can only contact your editor-in-charge and send the entire novel chapter to him. After the editor has time to receive the file, he will review the content of this chapter when he is free. After the review is completed, he will find the backend or relevant personnel to modify the chapter.

This process can be fast and take about a day, but it can be slow... For example, if the editor gets off work on Friday and you have content that needs to be revised, you send it to the editor, but the editor will not receive the file until next Monday when he or she goes to work at the latest, and you don't know when he or she will have time to revise it.

Therefore, in most cases, as long as the mistakes are not serious, we authors will not bother the editor to revise the text.

"Here, and here, I wonder if you've been confused these past few nights, Nuoer."

Yin Xiamo pointed at a few paragraphs on the phone screen: "You are describing the male protagonist here, why is there the word 'skirt'? Does your male protagonist wear a skirt?"

what……

I took the phone and checked the context.

No!

Then, I clicked on the comment next to it——

【Is this written wrong? 】

[How did the author come up with the idea of ​​describing the male protagonist wearing a skirt]

[Nuo'er must be too tired working in the coffee shop these days. This mistake is too obvious, it's not even a typo]

[“XX’s skirt fluttered up, and she shouted…” Hahahaha, I can’t help it]

[Pure Lolita wears a skirt and imagines that everyone in the world wears skirts]

As expected, the entire comment section of this paragraph was full of complaints about the "description of skirts".

This chapter... This chapter should be revised by the editor, right? We can't put it off!

I hurriedly took out my mobile phone, opened the typing software, found the corresponding paragraph, spent some time modifying it, then packaged it into a TXT file, logged into QQ, clicked on the avatar of the newly edited catnip, and sent the file over.

[Editor, help me, I have made a serious mistake! ]

[Please help me modify it after seeing it, thank you for your hard work]

After a while, the phone displayed "Melon bag editor Catmint has received your file."

Then came the message from Catnip: [We just finished a meeting and there are still many things to deal with. Please wait a moment. I will help you deal with it before I get off work this afternoon.]

Before getting off work in the afternoon?!

Well, it looks like I'm going to be laughed at all day long.

I opened my fan group, and sure enough, the group was discussing my "serious mistake" at that moment -

[Physics Duck: I told you that Nuo'er is a stupid lolita, but you still don't believe it, even though it's written that the male protagonist wears a skirt]

[Bing Ling: Would it be better for her to write a novel with a female lead? ]

[Maple: The story with the heroine is good! I want to read yuri! ]

"..."

I was so embarrassed that I had to put away my phone and pretended nothing happened. I coughed and said, "Well... I've asked the editor to change it."

"Only one change?"

Yin Xiamo at the side made a "looking at an idiot" expression: "I've seen at least three similar mistakes along the way. One is that you wrote the protagonist as 'she', and in a few places you wrote the protagonist's name wrong, writing it as the heroine."

"Why didn't you say..."

"I just saw you were revising the article in a hurry, so I wanted to wait until you finished revising it before talking to me."

Yin Xiamo opened her big innocent eyes and said, "Isn't it the same if I say no now?"

No, this is different. You just said that we can revise them together and send them to the editor at the same time. Now you say that I need to sort out the files again and edit them again in private chat...

"..."

……

"We have arrived at the final stop, the Medicinal Plant Garden. Welcome to take Bus No. 7 from the Bus Company again."

Twenty minutes later, after sending several files to the editor, I received a message from Catmint: [Angry.jpg Can’t you send them all at once?!] I got off the bus in a daze with Yin Xiamo.

Wow... The most embarrassing thing for an author when writing a novel is typos and misdescriptions.

The frustrating thing is that even if I check it twice after writing every day, and then use two different error correction software to help fix bugs before uploading, there will still be typos.

Those error correction software and websites are just like programs written by programmers. They inexplicably prompt grammatical errors here and typos there. I corrected them for a long time but they were still wrong. I got angry and stopped correcting them and restored them to the original state. Alas, it passed without any corrections. It really frustrates people.

Anyway, people with obsessive-compulsive disorder cannot use error correction software. "Fried chicken shop" can highlight the sensitive word [chicken shop] for you, and "summoned a blue magic circle" can mark you as [sex maniac] involving pornography. Three chapters of a novel with 99 words will show + error prompts at a glance. People will be dumbfounded after checking them all.

“It’s so beautiful here…”

After getting off the car, Yin Xiamo looked at the towering trees around her and said curiously, "It feels completely different from the city. The trees here are at least a hundred years old, right?"

"Well, these trees have been that tall since I was old enough to understand. There are many such plants in the botanical garden."

I took Yin Xiamo's hand and said, "Come, I'll take you to a place I loved to go when I was a child."

As I said that, I took the girl's hand and trotted along the path under my feet towards a small woods ahead.

The Medicinal Plant Garden is the terminus and starting point of Bus No. 7 in Kamihama City. It is very remote. The bus company here has only one bus and there are only trees nearby. It is said that there are only two drivers and a management uncle as staff in the station, and some of them have been working there for decades.

"Da da da da da da..."

As expected, the Lolita round-toed thick-heeled shoes on my feet made a crisp sound when running on this hard concrete road. The constant vibration from the heels also made me clearly feel the obvious difference between these shoes and men's shoes.

When I was jogging, the long skirt kept rubbing against the skin around my thighs. The soft material of the skirt made me feel as comfortable as if I were holding an air-conditioning quilt between my legs when I was sleeping.

These little shoes really look like a big-mouthed trumpet when worn on your feet. Every step you take seems to remind you: you are a girl, or a cute little loli, because you are wearing little shoes that only girls can wear.

"This is the first time I see Noel so excited."

After jogging with me for a while, Yin Xiamo behind me said, "The place we are going to must be very special to Nuoer, right?"

"Well, just like what Minami Nagita means to you."

I felt that thick-heeled shoes were not very suitable for running, so I slowed down and looked around the surrounding scenery while sighing, "Walk two hundred meters ahead and there is a big lake. At that time, the friends nearby liked to call the lake 'Crayfish Lake' because there were many fish, shrimps and crabs by the lake, as well as several plum trees and jujube trees. The hungry children would come here during the holidays, light a fire, and barbecue on the shore. When they caught fish and shrimp, they would grill them and share them among themselves."

Walking along the tree-lined path along the route I remembered, I carefully observed the surroundings that had become very unfamiliar, and my heart was filled with emotion.

Why does it feel like no one has walked this road recently?

Where's that mango tree over there?

I remember there was a path here leading into the forest, how come it disappeared?

Wasn't there a small temple here before? Was it demolished?

With this mood, I held Yin Xiamo's hand and came to the "childhood paradise" of more than 20 years ago - a green meadow hidden in the forest.

"Swish..."

I lifted the branches that almost blocked the entrance and stood in front of the lake.

It was completely different from the familiar scene in my memory.

The lake, which was at least three or four meters deep when I was a child, is now only one or two meters deep, and its area has at least halved. The jujube and plum trees by the lake are also gone. I don’t know whether they died or were cut down by the administrator. Only a willow tree, which must have grown in recent years, is left swaying slightly by the lake.

Thinking back, I realized that I haven't been back here for such a long time.

"Xiao Mo."

After looking around at the surrounding scenery for a few times, I turned the rabbit backpack behind me to the front and took out a mobile phone from it.

An old mobile phone with a phone card belonging to "Yin Shiren".

The screen lit up with a "beep", I entered the password, turned on the camera of my phone, and took a picture of this familiar place with a "click".

"Let me introduce you to some of my childhood friends."

I took the phone to Yin Xiamo, opened WeChat, and switched to the "Contacts" interface——

"His name was Wang Xiaoliang. He was the most mischievous person in the welfare home. He once sneaked into the kitchen to eat dumplings, so the director sent all of us to do laundry for a week. He died of a brain disease."

"Her name was Wang Lili. She was born with a disability and had no left hand, but she was very optimistic. She and I had been good friends since childhood. But she died of a sudden illness at the age of 18, just a few days before the college entrance examination."

"This is Li Gang. He was also abandoned because of a congenital disease. When he was young, he was the king of fishing here. Every time he went to the lake, he could catch a lot of fish. I went to the hospital to see him for the last time last year."

"And these..."

After closing WeChat, I switched to the “Album” interface.

"This is Ding Rongxiao, this is Li Zhenguo, this is Fang Yiwu..."

After briefly introducing the contacts in this phone to Yin Xiamo, I switched the "photo album" to "private mode".

"Many of these are photos I took in the past. This is from junior high school, this is my junior high school, and this is high school... This is college, and these are my roommates. I don't know how they are doing now."

“This is the university’s wind and rain bridge, and our library.”

"These are the photos I took of the rental contract after I graduated, and the contract I signed when I was working..."

After showing all the photos, I held my phone in both hands and took a deep breath on the slightly cool lawn.

“It all feels like a dream.”

"Noer..."

The girl next to him slowly stepped forward: "These are your most precious memories, right? How about I put them in another dimension and preserve them?"

"No, the main reason I came here today is..."

I closed my eyes and counted to three silently, then opened my eyes, pressed the lock screen button, raised my phone and threw it towards the lake in front of me.

This old second-hand mobile phone that has been with me for many years drew a graceful arc in the air, fell to the center of the lake with a "plop", and quickly sank to the bottom of the lake.

"Noel?"

"From now on you're the only one left for me!"

I turned around and hugged Yin Xiamo in my arms.

"Yin Shiren is dead, right?"

The girl in my arms trembled slightly, then opened her arms and embraced me.

"Well, I will be the one protecting you from now on."

"I don't want your protection..."

"Then let's protect each other."

"That's pretty much it."

"..."

……

No. 153 The season I miss most

The structure of the bottom of Crayfish Lake is still the same as I remember, with a lot of mud and sand. From a distance, it looks like a gradient jade artifact.

The phone sank to the bottom of the lake, causing nearby water flow and stirring up milky light sand and mud. It sank into the lake as if digging its own grave, and then the sand slowly fell down, burying the phone.

Although the area of ​​the lake has shrunk a lot with the passage of time, its diameter is more than 7 meters when viewed with the naked eye, and the water in the center of the lake is still quite deep. In addition, this medicinal plant garden is originally remote, and very few people know about it. Even if someone is really idle and takes the only bus No. that goes here in the city and enters the medicinal plant garden, they will not pass through various small paths to play near this lake, and they will not swim to the bottom of the lake to look for this phone. Therefore, if the phone is thrown into this place, it will not be found for a few years.

Within half a year, the lake water will completely corrode the circuits of the mobile phones, which already have various minor problems, and the photos and records in the data storage devices will disappear from the world forever.

Just like Yin Xiamo threw away the hero's flute, I also threw away everything about "Yin Shiren".

I believe that the girl next to me has been enduring much more longing than I have.

Yin Shiren is just an ordinary person. He has never done anything great or "astonishing" since he was a child. After being picked up by an orphanage, he lived with other fatherless and motherless children, went to school together, graduated together, and lived an ordinary life together in this quiet and cold society.

Unlike those gifted children, Yin Shiren had never won any special awards in school, nor had he performed on stage like those versatile children. His grades in the class were above average, which was not a cause for worry for the teachers but not good enough to be singled out for praise and publicity. From childhood to adulthood, some of the children around him knew martial arts, some knew piano, some knew how to sing, some could represent their class on stage at the New Year's Eve party, and some could take the lead and win glory in the school sports meet. Yin Shiren was often in the audience applauding for them.

Even when we were kids and everyone gathered around the crayfish lake to catch fish, shrimp and pick fruits, he was only responsible for making fire and cooking.