When Ge Ligaoli sent Yang Yi out of the publishing house, he looked apologetic and helpless. As a young man in an extremely serious unit, even though he had countless reasons to be optimistic about Yang Yi's manuscripts, the final adoption of the manuscripts had nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, the Mongolian guy felt sorry for Yang Yi because of his previous words, even if it was not his fault.

I can only say that the boy in front of me is an inappropriate genius.

"I'm blamed for this!" After wandering in the metropolis for seven or eight years, he still has not changed his true nature as a man in the Geli Glorious grassland. He is simple and cute. Once he takes things on his shoulders, he will try his best to do it well.

"It's really not your fault, brother!" The big brother said, "It's more or less reluctant. Yang Yi smiled and shook his head. His previous disappointment had long been thrown away by him, but it was just the first hurdle. It's nothing compared to the suffering of the previous life: "You can't write it out, you can get it out as soon as you think of it. I'm ready to go to ten publishing houses today."

"Actually, if you want to change to a subject that is not so serious, write some novels, I think it will be successful!" Ge Ligaoli still felt a pity, both for these manuscripts and for his own publishing house.

So he was still trying his best to keep something, although he knew that he was just doing his best.

Yang Yi grinned without comment, and agreed to nothing, but waved goodbye sincerely: "Goodbye if you have a chance." There was a serious child in his eyes that ordinary children did not have.

...

After traveling through the scorching sun for a day, his head was as if he was exposed to the sun, and his head was as painful as an iron hoop. However, Yang Yi had no intention of taking it at all. If his mentality remained basically unchanged after being rejected for the first time, and only a slight turbulence after being rejected for the second time, then the boy would have doubted himself for the seventh consecutive time.

Yuezhou People's Art Publishing House, Yuezhou Literature and Art Publishing House, Yuezhou Education Publishing House, Yuezhou Children's Publishing House...

Almost all of them have the same words and the same attitude.

A teacher from the Education Press even said bluntly: "The little guy is very talented, but he doesn't use the idea. You can't be so sensational when writing history books!"

Yang Yi didn't expect that it had been 1997 years, and his conservative and almost stubborn thoughts were still so serious. This is called sensationalism. So what are the hypes that repeatedly break through the lower limit in later generations?

The setting sun sets in the west, and the clouds inlaid with brilliant frames flow slowly, but they do not cover the golden and red sun. The warm twilight pulls Yang Yi's decadent shadow far away.

At the intersection of Xiuhu Park, the crowds of people and traffic rolled past Yang Yi, and he was in a hurry, which made Yang Yi, who was tired from walking in a state of wind and figure, even more incompatible with the people around him.

I thought that life would be a smooth road after a while, but I didn’t expect it to be another crossroads with unpredictable future. This contrast between ideals and reality made Yang Yi both angry and painful.

But even though this road is long, Yang Yi, who has no way out, can only move forward bravely. As a reborn person who is foresighted, he has no right or excuse to fail.

...

The bells on the bell tower in the old city were ringing, and the return birds were moving away in the bloody sunset. Yang Yiqiang cheered up and walked towards home. He could not let his mother be frustrated and worried with him.

I took a shortcut, turned two alleys one after another, and came to the back door of the flower and bird market in Xiuhu Park. From here, I walked out and walked two more streets. I was the old town of Tongzilou where Yang Yi lived.

With a bang, a beer bottle that was stomped can was kicked in front of Yang Yi. Yang Yi, who was frightened, looked up in shock and felt a little annoyed.

The sky was still bright, and the initiator leaned against the back of the flower bed, and there was a little light of light flashing and darkness, which was obviously a lit cigarette.

The boy who was in a hurry to go home frowned. It wasn't that the gangster who was fighting here to beat the fat? Although Yang Yi, who was already an adult mentality, was not afraid, it didn't mean that he liked to deal with this kind of scum like candy.

But when Yang Yizhen saw the smoker clearly, he could not control his facial muscles at all.

Once upon a time, Yang Yi thought that he would never be surprised as a reborn person.

He didn't expect this perception to be broken so quickly.

The person opposite who was still depressed and smoked with a dull look on his face - his soft ponytail and beautiful and dignified face, could vaguely see the pink lips that were spitting out smoke rings - was his junior high school class monitor, the goddess in the minds of countless boys from No. 3 Middle School, the beautiful Jiang who treated people with gentleness and generosity, Jiang Nan.

Director, this is not how the script is written!

Yang Yi suddenly felt that his outlook on life showed signs of collapse.

When Mu, a boy like a ghost, was standing there blankly, Jiang Nan, who was sucking the lady's cigarette he stole from his sister-in-law, also realized that something was wrong. The guy who was obviously passing by accidentally just now stood there and stopped leaving. Could it be that he was a gangster from the old street?

He raised his head and his flawless face was stunned, just like Yang Yi, his face was full of shock.

The two stood and looked at each other for a long time. Yang Yi took the lead in reacting: "Uh, keep going, I didn't see anything!"

But I felt the same curiosity and incredible as seeing Obama visiting the heavens and earth - who is this! Jiang Nan, Jiang Nan Ye! The goddess of the third middle school has been caught by herself now and now she is smoking!

At the same time, there are more doubts about why this girl with almost perfect character actually hides here and smokes alone.

However, Jiang Nan, who reacted later, was much calmer than Yang Yi. At least there was no sign of anxiety in her clear eyes.

"Can you get one?" Luo Luo smiled generously. Jiang Nan in this state had an irresistible affinity, even Yang Yi after being reborn.

This is the Jiang Nan in my memory! Originally, in the previous life, Yang Yi's normal boy's nature naturally had many favors for this perfect girl. But time flies, the ponytail girl he once admired gradually faded under the pressure of life, and turned into a passing joy and sorrow, and the near-standing uncle, only occasionally in his dreams can he glimpse her blurry face.

However, such an encounter after rebirth still exceeded Yang Yi's psychological acceptance until Jiang Nan handed over an equally slender snow-white cigarette with her slender fingers.

"Uh, thank you!" Yang Yi missed the smell of nicotine after a day of running around and pressure. When he was rushing for manuscripts in his previous life, he was already smokeless. After returning to his school days, he naturally had no capital or reason to smoke, which made him feel so stubborn. Jiang Nan's cigarette was like timely rain, so Yang Yi was not as polite as he could.

One of them leaned against a French sycamore tree and sucked the clouds and mist. Jiang Nan was a girl after all, and she looked much elegant when she vomited smoke rings. Yang Yi on the other side was a little casual, but she also felt lazy and lazy.

The light blue smoke mixed with the smell of Ye Laixiang. The two of them threw away the cigarette butts in the strange atmosphere. Yang Yiben wanted to ask why the girl smoked alone here. After thinking about it, she was really not familiar with her, so she planned to thank her and leave.

However, Jiang Nan spoke first: "Your speech at school is very good!"

"It's probably because he is very sure, and he has decided to retreat... If it weren't for this, he might not dare to speak so much!" Yang Yi did not shy away from his mood at that time. He was already past the age of striving to win in front of beautiful little girls, and he did not expect to use verbal words to strengthen the good influence of the little beauty on him, so he told the truth very frankly.

Yang Yi's blunt statement obviously surprised Jiang Nan. He did not act as a pretentious or exaggerated, so he made Jiang Nan look up to him one or two points higher than him again. However, when he recalled the boy's style on the rostrum, Jiang Nan quickly felt relieved, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his indescribable softness and lovely: "That's not called 'big talk', it's obviously reasonable and well-founded!"

After a pause, he seemed to be looking at Yang Yi's reaction, and then added: "Later, many girls from other classes ran to the class to ask about you."

"This effect is not what I want!" Yang Yi also smiled, his eyes were smooth and clear, which made Jiang Nan, who was used to seeing the young boys please the guilty smile, felt a little strange. He didn't know how to answer for a while, so he pretended to change the topic easily: "By the way, how did you take the middle school entrance examination? I don't think you are very concerned about it."

Yang Yiyizhi smiled and turned into a wry smile: "This is nothing I can do. No matter how much I care about it, I can't get into the first round, and I have to go to the wrong door."

"Participate?" Jiang Nan's eyes became more and more charming.

So when Yang Yizhan said "What's About the Song Dynasty", Jiang Nan's eyes inevitably had a little inquiry: "Can you appreciate my masterpiece?"

Yang Yi shrugged and handed over the manuscript, and asked casually: "Why are you smoking secretly here alone?"

I never thought that Jiang Nan would answer him. It was a privilege for a beautiful girl to ask questions or not, but Jiang Nan's face turned dimmed and then lowered her eyelids: "I picked up a cat in the courtyard in the afternoon. It was very weak and took it to my sister-in-law for treatment. As a result, the dead woman didn't know where to go to fool around, and then the cat died."

Perhaps because they had already smoked cigarettes together, Jiang Nan became obviously unrestrained when she spoke, but this tone made Yang Yi a little flattered - Jiang Nan he saw before looked elegant and ladylike, but it gave people the feeling of being far away.

"Although I'm very sorry, it won't make you smoke and vent." Yang Yi shook his head. Even though he saw Jiang Nan's unknown side, he felt like he was "sharing secrets with the girls he admired", he still disagreed with girls smoking.

"There are many other things that I can't finish in a short while." Looking at Yang Yi's serious eyes, there was no kind of compliment and overly enthusiastic concern, as if he was telling an ordinary friend that he was just talking to an ordinary friend that was just right, Jiang Nan had to wave his hand, which was considered to have accepted his opinion.

Then I put my mind on the manuscript that Yang Yisuo said. Of course, in addition to being curious, I might not believe it more - a guy who had been a passerby in school for three years suddenly said that he had written the manuscript and wanted to publish it. The span before and after...
Chapter completed!