I will never give in to Miss Death

Then, perhaps thinking that this was a bit rude, the man straightened up again and said, "Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am Big G, the editor-in-chief of the editorial department of Miguabao Novel Network, and this is Rabbit, the editor of Miguabao."

The editor-in-chief extended his hand to the older sister with a work badge around her neck beside him: "If you are an uncle who loves loli, you should know her, right? Your editor-in-charge."

"know."

I nodded obediently, then waved to the older sister: "Hello, editor!"

Sure enough, Editor Rabbit is also a girl, and a beautiful girl character at that.

I looked at the Rabbit Editor in front of me calmly.

She has neat long hair that falls past her shoulders, and a headband that symbolizes youth on her head. She wears a dress that is a mix of a black campus sailor suit and an office lady's OL suit. Her legs are covered with black stockings and a pair of high heels.

If I have to describe it, the real-life "rabbit" editor gives me a feeling that is somewhat similar to the adult version of Kasumigaoka Utaha, the girl with long black hair in "How to Raise a Boring Girlfriend", after she entered society and started working.

She has a completely different style of editing from Elodie...

I thought quietly in my heart.

Elodie is a completely sharp-tongued queen-type editor online, but in real life she is a girlish version of "Rafi", with a gentle personality and a soft and cute voice.

And Rabbit seems to be the "gentle big sister" type both online and offline.

But at this moment, I am more concerned about...

I secretly turned to a certain uncle over there.

At this moment, the classic scene of the national football interview seemed to emerge in front of my eyes——

Throw away the lemon, return your money!

If I heard correctly, the editor-in-chief just called him "Old Lu".

The boss of the parent company of Yaetang Novel Network is Lu Xinjian.

Combined with the various news I just received this morning such as "Boss Lu Xinjian and the person in charge of Miguabao went to the hotel for a meeting", "Tongmeng Video Network injected capital into Yaetang", and "Miguabao acquired Yaetang Novel Network", it is not difficult for me to guess the identity of this person.

He must be Lu Xinjian, the boss of the parent company of Yaedang Novel Network, that is, the computer accessories reselling company "Shenbin Network Technology Co., Ltd." where Pipi and I went to collect our wages yesterday.

This person caused the company to go bankrupt due to poor management, and he owed me and Pipi Marisa a huge sum of royalties.

I was unaware of the situation at the time and ran into him crying in front of the vegetable market entrance. I was so filled with love that I used the meager remaining royalties to buy marshmallows to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, after just one day, he changed his previous image of a decadent uncle and appeared here refreshed.

Should I say that my comfort at that time worked, or that this person... had excellent self-regulation ability? Was he favored by the god of luck?

"Hmm...cough cough..."

Perhaps sensing my gaze, the uncle over there also realized something: "You...you were the author of Yaedo before?"

"Yes, the author I work for, who writes fantasy, updates very slowly. At the time I thought she was a part-time worker, but I didn't expect it to be such a young child."

Elodie took the initiative to help me explain: "So what do you plan to do with this author who has signed a contract with two editors? What will happen to her book after the website maintenance and update? Do I take it?"

"I'll take it."

The editor Rabbit in front didn’t seem to intend to “give” me to Elodie: “I have already added her to the author group.”

"I took her for three years."

Elodie did not comment: "We haven't signed the contract yet. We can move the new book to the Yaedang section. The original contract she signed with Yaedang is still there."

"She took the initiative to ask me for the internal signature. The old book has been out of print for half a month, and most of the books I read have been lost. I just leave it there."

"Ah... that depends on the editor-in-chief's opinion."

Elodie yawned and fell on the lazy chair at the side: "I want to take a nap..."

Huh? Are you sleeping... so early in the morning?

"I'll interrupt."

Before the editor-in-chief could speak, the man who I confirmed to be the owner of Yaedo seemed to have finally gotten over his guilt, and he walked quickly to my side.

"Can I have a few words alone with this child?"

"..."

……

Volume 2: Septet for the Lost Princess

No. 051 The only places where I can cry are in the toilet and in my father’s arms

Somewhere on the second floor of the convention center, in a quiet staff lounge.

I put the rabbit backpack in a cabinet on the side, jumped on tiptoe onto a small round swivel chair, then twisted my waist unconsciously and turned around on the spot.

"What do you want to drink?"

Uncle Lu Xinjian opened the door of a small refrigerator not far away and took out two disposable paper cups from the top of the refrigerator.

"It's all right. I'm not picky about food."

I tried to stretch out my little hand and touch the table in front of me, which was made of marble or some other stone.

So cold.

This pattern is quite beautiful.

"Orange juice then."

Taking out a large bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator and filling two disposable paper cups, the uncle took the cups back to the stone table in front of me and sat down on the chair.

I took the juice and took a sip symbolically: "Thank you."

"I am the one who wants to thank you."

The uncle in front of him smiled embarrassedly: "That day... I made you laugh at me."

It's not a joke.

I took another sip of juice and looked at the man in front of me, Lu Xinjian.

Isn't the world always like this?

Time is like a ruthless tractor, dragging people all over the world forward vigorously. Some people wanted to see the scenery on the roadside and let go of their hands and fell to death. Some people could not stand the knife-like wind on the road and jumped off. Some people stood on the front of the tractor and cheered with enjoyment. Some people huddled in the dark and safe corner underneath and mechanically repeated day after day.

During the years I lived in a cramped apartment, I went to the nearby cheap vegetable market to buy vegetables almost every day. The market was surrounded by the city's poorest and most backward urban villages. Many people, like me, lived at the bottom of the city. They could haggle for a long time with the vegetable buyers over a dime, or become friends with a gangster they just met over a pack of cigarettes.

After so many years, I can say that I have become indifferent to the ups and downs of life.

There are actually a lot of people like Lu Xinjian: company leaders, family elders, fathers of daughters...

On this side, a beggar in rags is begging on the street, on the other side, a man in a suit and tie is shaking a sieve and shouting, "I'll take the three hundred thousand yuan! All in!", a wealthy lady passing by gets out of the car holding a big dog to buy a steak worth several hundred yuan, shouting that the steak must be clean so as not to give her dog diarrhea, and on the other side, an ordinary office worker stands in front of his favorite shredded chicken stall, looking at the 15 or 20 yuan portion of shredded chicken, and then walks for a while before silently going home.

How did you sing that song?

"How many people smiled in front of the mirror with tears in their eyes? How many people ran madly in the rain with a smile on their faces?"

“How many people have put on cold handcuffs for fame and fortune? How many people have betrayed their original ideals in order to survive?”

“But even though I persisted in my ideal, I couldn’t even get a garage…”

Mr. Lu Xun once wrote such a random feeling: [A man downstairs is dying, the family next door is playing with a phonograph, and the family across the street is playing with a child. Upstairs, two people are laughing wildly, and there are also sounds of playing cards. On the boat in the river, a woman is crying for her dead mother. Human sorrows and joys are not connected, I just think they are noisy.]

The man in front of me looked not much different from the decadent uncle sitting at the entrance of the vegetable market in my memory, but his temperament had changed, and his face looked energetic and hopeful.

He looks very ordinary, with a square face, slightly dark skin, and not very good skin texture. It is obvious that he is not the type of sophisticated man who has time to exercise or take care of his skin. However, his eyes are very clear and he doesn't have that "greasy uncle" feeling.

"That day I...well, the company couldn't continue to operate, and my family...something happened at home, so that's why it happened."

Perhaps he remembered what happened two days ago. The middle-aged man in front of him lowered his head and sighed softly: "I can't control my emotions well."

"It's ok."

I nodded to show my understanding: "Are you through the difficulties now?"

"It's over now."

The uncle looked up and made eye contact with me. "It's amazing. I had just finished eating the marshmallows you sent me that day when the hospital called and said Xinmeng could be saved. Oh, Xinmeng is my daughter, she's 15 years old this year. Lu Xinmeng... Can you tell me your name?"

"Yin Nuoer."

I knew the other party would ask this, so I said calmly, "No... the promise."

"Your last name is Yin?!"

However, just after I finished introducing myself, the uncle in front of me suddenly stood up with a whoosh, and was very excited: "Is it the one... the Yi in the saying "Yi Ren Shui Yi Fang", without the surname 'Yin'?"

"Yes."

I was a little surprised: "What's wrong with this last name?"

"what……"

Perhaps he felt that he was indeed a little excited, so the uncle sat down again. He was silent for a few seconds and asked hesitantly, "Have you... have any relatives recently signed that... that... organ donation volunteer form?"

Organ donation volunteer form?

I think I signed this before when I was still an uncle, but my body has already...

"Relatives?"

I thought about it and decided to ask about the situation first: "Can you tell me specifically what happened?"

"It's just... that day... Aren't you the author of Yaedo? You should also know that Yaedo went bankrupt before. It was partly due to my poor management, and partly because of... my daughter's illness."

Recalling the past, the uncle looked a little painful: "My daughter's heart has never been in good condition. It's congenital, and this disease is very special. The artificial heart implant surgery is very difficult. Many hospitals dare not do it. If she can't wait for a heart transplant...she...will not live to adulthood."

"Xinmeng has been hospitalized for the past few years because of this disease, and the monthly expenses are hundreds of thousands. In addition, the company's revenue is getting lower and lower every year. If I use the money to treat my daughter, it will be difficult for the company to recover with the funds in the background. I really can't do it... I only have one daughter."

"That day the hospital issued us another critical illness notice. I was still busy with company matters outside when my wife called me and started crying and scolding me. I couldn't take it anymore... I collapsed."

At this point, Uncle Lu Xinjian glanced at the rabbit backpack I put next to him and said, "This... should be what you found in the company office when you were asking for your salary, right?"

"what……"

I smiled awkwardly: "There was a bald uncle who said that you guys don't want anything in the office anymore, and then he stuffed this and a nightgown into me."

"Haha, I used to denounce the boss online with other netizens, but I never thought that I would be forced to that point one day. I... I really feel sorry for you. I have been discussing the royalties with the people at Honeydew Bags these two days, and I will send it to you after the acquisition procedures are completed."

"My royalties have been paid."

I took another sip of orange juice: "Let's talk about what happened just now. Uncle, how did your daughter become?"

"Later... Later, I heard my wife crying on the phone. I wanted to go to the market to buy an old hen to make soup for her, but I couldn't help crying on the street. Then I met you."

The uncle scratched his head and said, "It was amazing. You looked like an angel. I took the cotton candy and ate it in a corner. Then the hospital called and said they had found a heart that matched my daughter's. They were going to do the surgery and asked me to go back and sign."

"The operation was successful, and my daughter woke up that night. Due to a confidentiality agreement, we were not allowed to know the name of the person who donated her heart, but I used my connections to ask the hospital director, and he showed me the backstage documents."

The uncle looked at me expectantly. "The backend file doesn't show the donor's full name either. It only says Yin*ren. I don't know the middle character. I asked a friend at the police station to check. There are 531 people with the last name Yin in the entire city of Kamihama, and there is only one Yin*ren. But he couldn't tell me who Yin*ren was. He only said that this person grew up in an orphanage and has a younger sister, who is now an adult."

My heart skipped a beat because of the uncle's gaze and his words just now.

The reason is simple, because the name of my previous body...

It is [Yin Shiren].

No. 052 Skylark

My previous name was Yin Shiren, which was a very common name in the local welfare home in Kamihama City.

After receiving the child, the orphanage generally arranges the child's name like this: if the child is abandoned by his or her parents and has a name tag on his or her body, the child will be registered according to the name on the tag; if the child is a pure orphan and has no name and no information about his or her parents, the child will be named according to the surname of the person who took over the child that day and by drawing lots.

For example, the director of the welfare home happened to be Yin Guorong who took over me when I was a baby that day, so I had the same surname as the director, Yin. Then he put a coin in my hand and threw it on the ground to decide whether my name would be two characters or three characters. As a result, I threw a three-character name that day.

The next step is to decide on a name. We find a calculator that can generate random numbers and let the baby press the confirm button to randomly generate a three-digit number. Then the nurse next to her opens a dictionary of only 900 pages, turns to that page, and looks for Chinese characters suitable for the name. The same goes for the second character.

The two characters "仕" and "人" were the random numbers that I, who was still a baby at the time, pressed on the computer to determine the two pages of the dictionary "shi" and "ren". The dean selected the two characters "仕人" from them to form my name, which means "a rapid career in officialdom" and "friends all over the world".

As a result, when I grew up to be an uncle, I had no career, no friends, and was killed by a god of death who had no idea what connection he had with me.

As for "Yin Nuo'er", I named the heroine in my first novel based on my own surname. "Nuo" means promise, and "Er" has no special meaning. I just wanted to make the girl's name sound better. At that time, I thought that since my book was about pure love, with a one-on-one relationship between the male and female protagonists, then the heroine's name must have the meaning of "promise", which must be very meaningful.

We will be together through life and death. I will hold your hand and grow old with you.