"Sister Xiaochun, I'm leaving." Lu Qingxuan stood at the door holding her skirt, "The symposium has already begun."

"Well, go ahead."

Ning Chunyan didn't even raise her head, focusing on her phone. The little prince didn't reply to her message for 5 minutes.

Lu Qingxuan hesitated for a moment and said, "You haven't told me when you will come to work."

Ning Chunyan raised his head, said "Oh" as if he suddenly understood, and said: "You can come over after school, flexible working system. Anyway, it will be like this for the past few days... After all, we don't have many manuscripts on hand."

Lu Qingxuan said: "Do you need me to appeal in the courtyard? I can ask students to submit more votes to the magazine."

Ning Chunyan said: "Okay, but I don't want the magazine to be like the campus magazine of Nanjing University, okay? The quality of the students is also uneven. If you receive a lot of scrap manuscripts, you will still have to pay.

Examine your mind.”

Lu Qingxuan nodded: "I will try to use a harsher tone to make them aware of themselves."

Ning Chunyan was sincerely happy for her seriousness, but she couldn't bear to criticize her for her naivety - she had been a magazine editor before and had seen the scene of "manuscripts flying in like snowflakes".

Most passionate writers have no such thing as self-awareness. When Ning Chunyan was an editor, he was tortured physically and mentally in countless ways. After he quit, he accidentally picked up those "works by famous writers" that he had lacked interest in before, and it was like reading them.

Yin Ganli is out of control. It turns out that these people can write so well. I was blind before.

There were footsteps behind Lu Qingxuan. She turned around and saw a rather familiar face appearing in the corridor. She was a girl.

"Is this the "New Award" magazine office?" the girl asked, holding a mobile phone in her hand.

Lu Qingxuan recalled: "Diao Yiwen?"

Diao Yiwen took off the sunglasses on her head: "I heard that we are looking for part-time editors here, what are you..."

Lu Qingxuan opened the door: "Please come in. I'm also here to apply for a part-time job. Little...Editor-in-Chief Ning is inside."

Diao Yiwen walked into the house and when she saw Ning Chunyan, she raised her hand and waved: "Long time no see, talented girl Ning."

Ning Chunyan put down her phone and sat upright: "Long time no see."

Diao Yiwen sat down opposite her: "I want to apply for an editor position."

"Do you have an editor's pass?"

"Yes, I have a junior editor certificate."

Diao Yiwen handed over the small red book with both hands. Ning Chunyan looked at the date: "You just took the exam?"

"Yes, after all, in the past few months since I resigned, apart from reviewing at home, I have been taking the exam for this certificate."

Ning Chunyan raised his eyes and looked at her: "You also resigned? Why, were you led by Wang Zixu?"

Diao Yiwen carefully considered her words: "How should I put it? It must have been a little influenced. He is already 30 years old, and he has the courage to risk everything. I think that since I am so young, I am not inferior to him."

Ning Chunyan flashed her eyes: "Then why do you want to resign?"

Diao Yiwen thought for a while and raised her eyes: "I don't want to become a mediocre person."

"You can become an extraordinary person without resigning."

Diao Yiwen shook her head: "No, I was in that unit. The older people in the unit coaxed me, and my peers all coaxed me. I felt very comfortable at first, but then I suddenly realized that it was because they were not as good as me. Not as good as me, so

Only then will I be comfortable. If I want to grow, I have to go to a place where I feel uncomfortable.

"It's like a warm quagmire, sucking people in, and over time, you will be assimilated. I didn't notice it before, but then Wang Zixu went crazy in the work unit, and I suddenly realized that I don't know when, I had already

He looks the same as the people in the work unit. I don’t want that."

Ning Chunyan took a sip of water: "The impression you gave me is completely different from before."

“Is it getting better or worse?”

"You have become self-aware." Ning Chunyan said, "Only those who have something they want to do are complete people, but you can't tell whether it will get better or worse, because that thing may also destroy you."

Diao Yiwen said: "Thank you. I hope to become complete, so it is good for me."

Lu Qingxuan originally wanted to attend the lecture, but for some reason her legs were rooted and she couldn't move, so she simply sat aside and listened to the conversation between the two.

Ning Chunyan looked curious: "What happened to the leaders of your unit? What happened to Zhang Qian?"

Diao Yiwen said: "As soon as Wang Zixu left, both of them were investigated. Director Gou drove in with both hands; Zhang Qian was given some kind of punishment and took a long leave. Later, I heard that she was hysterical and smashed things in the workplace, and she seemed to have some mental problems.

, so she was transferred to a very peripheral unit. Then I left without knowing much about her."

Ning Chunyan clapped her hands and said with a smile: "You deserve it! But Zhang Qian feels relieved. She is such a hateful person, but she can still serve in the system without any pain."

Diao Yiwen said: "For her, the end of her political life means that her whole life has lost its meaning. Everyone also said privately that it is an anecdote that a business editor can attract two people of such high level before resigning, and it is very profitable.

.”

Ning Chunyan curled his lips: "It's very profitable? This is a self-destruction. Can you say it's profitable when he engages in suicide attacks for one exchange? Wang Zixu's staff is also a staff! It's just that they look down on Wang Zixu, right? Just wait and see, then

After a few years, they will realize that their little pond is only big enough to raise turtles, and the ones that fly out are dragons."

Diao Yiwen smiled slightly and asked, "Has Wang Zixu also come to apply for the job?"

Ning Chunyan nodded: "He just left. In fact, I asked him to focus on his works in the past few months and compete for the Feishi Literary Award. Maybe he will come to work less often."

Diao Yiwen was a little surprised: "He is still planning to win the Fei Shi Literary Award? Didn't you tell him? His opponent Shi Shuqiu is Shi Tonghe's son."

Ning Chunyan looked hesitant and said, "You also know? I don't plan to tell him, for fear of affecting his mentality."

Lu Qingxuan straightened up. Is Shi Shuqiu Shi Tonghe's son? This was the first time she heard this breaking news.

Diao Yiwen said: "If I were him, I would definitely not participate this time and save my work for next time. Do you know that there is a carrot pit in administrative positions? This time it is also a carrot pit. I knew it was a carrot pit, but I still jumped into it.

This is asking for trouble for yourself."

Ning Chunyan was caught in a tangle. Intellectually, Diao Yiwen was right, but emotionally she was unwilling to do that.

In her opinion, even if she knew Shi Shuqiu's background and still submitted the manuscript, even if she did not win the first prize, it was not a failure; avoiding Shi Shuqiu's edge and leaving the manuscript until later was a real failure.

Should we run away cowardly or die stupidly? Human beings can never make a good choice between the two.

…

The symposium progressed to the question and answer session.

Wang Zixu is still sleeping.

The girls sitting in the back row were already distracted. The girl with wavy hair asked: "How is the battle situation in the front row now?"

"Don't ask. It's no fun."

Girl Qi Liuhai took out her mobile phone and said: "There is a girl from the outer courtyard sitting in the front row, let me ask."

After a while, she raised her head and said, "Wang Zixu has been sleeping."

There was a sudden burst of sneers among the girls in the back row, and the girl with long eyelashes whispered: "Fortunately, Lao Zhang is not here, otherwise we might be criticized for our bad style and discipline."

Lao Zhang is their class counselor. He is very talkative and chews them up for two hours every week in the class meeting.

The girl with long eyelashes rested her chin on her hands: "It's boring. Lu Qingxuan isn't here either. I thought Shi Shuqiu was going to perform."

The girl next to her quickly patted her: "Keep your voice low, look, Shi Shuqiu is getting up."

The host pointed to the first row, and Shi Shuqiu stood up and said into the microphone: "Teacher Yan Zishan, I want to ask you a question."

Yan Zishan nodded lightly. Shi Tonghe was familiar with him, but he had never seen Shi Shuqiu before, so he didn't recognize him.

Shi Shuqiu said: "I am actually very unsure of myself..."

When he said this, many students present laughed.

Yan Zishan looked at the students inexplicably, not understanding what the point of the joke was. Most of the people present were students from the Chinese Department, and they all knew Shi Shuqiu. He said he was not confident, which was equivalent to O'Neal saying that he was not very good at shooting. This was exclusive to a small circle.

Laughter.

Shi Shuqiu went on to say: "I have written many novels. Perhaps it is because of my selfishness that I always feel that my own works are the best. I show them to my friends and they all say they are good. However, I cannot judge for myself whether they can penetrate readers' hearts.

I’m not sure either. I would like to ask if you have the same experience or feeling? How can you be sure that you are good at writing?”

Wang Zixu was awakened by the sound, and his closed eyes opened slightly, then closed again.

Yan Zishan thought for a moment and said:

"You probably mean that you are not confident and you don't know whether what you write is good, right?"

Shi Shuqiu nodded, and Yan Zishan continued: "Show it to others. If they say yes and are fascinated by it, either as a compliment or as a courtesy, but if they see it in their heart, then it is good."

Shi Shuqiu said into the microphone: "Teacher Yanzishan, I didn't make it clear just now. In fact, I still have a little ambition. I want to make a name for myself in literature and let people remember me. Then how do I know that I can

What about writing better than others? If literary authorities say I write well, but the public says I write poorly, who should I listen to?"

The host said: "This classmate wants to ask questions about the literary value scale."

Shi Shuqiu pinched his fingers: "It's not just a scale of literary value. I want to ask, as a writer, how should I face my own works and values? I have created many works, but I find that I can easily fall into a kind of nihilism.

among."

The host asked: "This classmate has written many works?"

Shi Shuqiu nodded: "Well, I am currently a member of the Chinese Literary and Art Association."

The host looked surprised, and many students present moved their eyes to look at him.

Shi Shuqiu puffed up his chest.
To be continued...