"Put it there, push it to the corner again, okay, here it is, okay."

Shi Tonghe directed the workers to put the printers in the corner, and finally said goodbye to them: "Take the garbage out when you leave."

Although the study room is large, the furniture is all original from the decoration design company, and the space is well utilized. It has been in the house for many years and has not moved at all. Now that an enterprise-level printer was brought in out of thin air, it suddenly looks a little cramped.

Especially the gray-white machine, which prints and copies in one unit, spits out hot air after being started, and doesn't go well with the mahogany furniture in the house.

Shi Tonghe returned to his desk and sat down with a smile on his face:

"It will be much more convenient to have this. My eyes really can't stare at the screen. Later, Xiaoliang, you print it out first. I will read it after printing it, and then I will change it after reading it."

The woman sitting in front of the computer on the other side of the room nodded: "Yeah."

"I'll correct this section first. Please wait a moment."

Xiao Liang sat on the chair and nodded cautiously: "It's okay, Teacher Shi, you don't have to worry, just call me when you're done."

Shi Tonghe rubbed his hands, picked up the pen, sucked up the ink, and wrote two words. The phone on the table rang again.

He frowned, sighed, picked up the phone and took a look, then relaxed his brows and answered the call:

"Hello, Xiao Xiao?"

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Mengyin said: "It's me, Teacher Shi. Wang Zixu has already visited you, right?"

"Oh, he's here."

"Well...what is his purpose in finding you?"

Shi Tonghe smiled bitterly and said: "His manuscript was rejected by "The Ancient City", so he came to me to ask questions!"

"Ah? He, why is he like this? When he came to me, he didn't say he wanted to cause trouble! I really don't know... He didn't make it unpleasant, did he?"

Xiao Mengyin's tone was full of regret and remorse. Just listening to her tone, one could imagine how heartbroken she felt at this moment.

"It's okay, I don't blame him." Shi Tonghe said.

"I apologize to you on his behalf." Xiao Mengyin said solemnly, "He is a bit stupid, and his mind is very simple. To put it nicely, he only thinks about literature and doesn't care about anything else. To put it worst, he is a bit

Stupid. But he really doesn’t have any bad intentions. He didn’t say anything particularly outrageous to you, right?"

"It's nothing too extreme. He just wanted me to apologize to him."

"Uh..." Xiao Mengyin covered her face with a slap, "How dare he!"

"It's okay, Xiao Xiao, I don't blame him," Shi Tonghe repeated again, changing the topic, "Thank you for helping me write "Yesterday's Star". I read it again today. Some parts are really well written.

Ask him, you helped change it."

"It should be right, he has a high level of understanding..."

"Just recently, he suddenly had a whim. He felt that "Yesterday's Star" was not enough to express all his thoughts, so he wanted to write a sequel to this book."

"Yeah?"

"If I'm writing a sequel, I would like to ask if I can follow it up and submit it as the same work as "Yesterday's Star"?"

Xiao Mengyin was surprised: "You mean, although "Yesterday's Star" has been shortlisted for Feishi, he will write a sequel, and then together with the sequel, as a whole, they will be submitted to Feishi?"

"Well, that's what I mean. You have a high understanding ability." Shi Tonghe said, "He wants to write a trilogy."

Xiao Mengyin thought for a while and said: "This is really... unprecedented, and I don't know much about it. I think if you take action and talk to them, you won't disagree... However, you must pay attention to their submissions.

Deadline."

“How long until the deadline for submissions?”

"There are less than two weeks left. If the deadline is exceeded, this matter may be a little difficult."

Shi Tonghe said: "That's okay, as long as he writes it before the deadline, wouldn't it be fine? He has actually completed part of it."

"Then, if I polish it again, I don't have enough time, maybe..."

"I won't trouble you this time. How can I trouble you every time? Okay, I just want to know about this. Since you said it, then I will know."

After hanging up the phone, Shi Tonghe turned his face cheerfully: "Xiao Liang, we may be a little pressed for time, so please stay a little longer. We have to stay up for a few nights. I have to work harder on you."

Xiao Liang added: "It's okay, Teacher Shi. You usually take good care of me, and I would like to find an opportunity to help you. I am also honored to be able to help the teacher with his creation."

Shi Tonghe picked up the pen and started correcting the manuscript. He smiled and said: "I haven't written anything with a pen in many years. If my son hadn't asked me to help him correct it... Having said that, my current level may not be better than his.

."

Xiao Liang smiled and said: "You are still going strong. You will definitely shock the literary world when you come back."

Shi Tonghe glanced at her: "I won't leave the mountain anymore, I will just help my son correct his composition."

After speaking, his expression became serious, and without saying a word, he scribbled down a few lines of words on the manuscript paper.

Xiaoliang secretly took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen, turned the volume to the lowest level, and started to reply to his boyfriend's message.

The room was so quiet that the only sound was the rustle of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Half an hour later, Shi Tonghe finally put down his pen, rubbed his sore fingers, and shouted: "Xiaoliang."

Xiao Liang stood up and came over to take the manuscript paper. Shi Tonghe said: "You type a paragraph first, and I will continue to revise it later."

Xiao Liang nodded, took the manuscript and went to the computer, rubbed his hands and started typing on the keyboard.

There was a faint "click" sound in the room. Xiao Liang typed a few lines and said sincerely: "Teacher Shi, you write so well!"

"Really? Is it a compliment or a sincere statement?"

"Sincerely." Xiao Liang was very emotional. "Just from the beginning, I felt that this must be a good work. The writing is so high-quality."

"Then let me thank you on Shuqiu's behalf."

Shi Tonghe picked up the manuscript paper and read the previous text from the beginning. As he read, his eyes began to blur.

He took off his reading glasses and stretched out his hand to rub his eyes.

As I get older, my broken body is no longer as handy as it used to be.

These turbid eyeballs are always filled with flying mosquitoes like gray willow cotton. The slightest movement will sway in front of his eyes, allowing him to string the words together. He has to write the handwriting in a very large size so that he can read it.

clear.

Not only the eyes, but also the brain are not working well. The brain power consumed by writing is another kind of energy. It has become dull after not using it for many years. Now it is like a rusty machine, with severe frustration when running and jingling and clanging.

There was a loud noise, and there was black smoke, and I felt sleepy before I could write more than two lines of words.

Even the calluses on his fingers have softened. He once wrote millions of words by hand, and developed thick and hard calluses. He trained his fingers so that they seemed to be born to hold pens. Now that they are so delicate, his hands don't look like

own hands.

Shi Tonghe looked up at the ceiling, and his vision was blurry again. This time it wasn't his eyeballs that were useless, but his tears.

How old are you and are you still staying up late writing? When you were young, you would sit alone with a lamp and a pot of tea late at night, and how many times would you swear you would never write again after becoming famous?

I didn’t expect that at such an old age, I still have to meet the deadline to submit the manuscript and relive the old days. I can’t say that I wrote it for myself.

His son was also a shameless man, and he couldn't bear to sit with him, otherwise he would ask Shi Shuqiu to help him copy the manuscript. Now he had to ask a young man from the literary association to help. Fortunately, he was his own student, he was reliable and had a strict mouth, but he had to

Hidden.

...A few minutes later, Shi Tonghe returned to the table and continued writing.

He has no right to complain, it was his choice.

It was my choice to pick up the pen, and it was my choice to expand it into a trilogy. At this age, I suddenly turned around and wanted to write another Chinese version of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", which was also my choice.

Now that he has a reputation and money, he ends up fighting with a young man, which makes him look very ugly.

But he had to do this.

He makes connections, entertains guests, and makes friends with people from all walks of life because he is the chairman of the Literary and Art Association, a leading figure in the literary world, and because he is a father.

But there is no other reason to pick up the pen again, just because he is a writer. A person who writes.

Thinking of Xiao Mengyin's words just now - "He is... to put it harshly, he is a bit crazy." Shi Tonghe sneered.

Xiao Mengyin called and seemed to have cleared the relationship. In fact, his intention to protect Wang Zixu was quite obvious, so it was not impossible for him not to hear it.

She said that she didn't know that Wang Zixu was here to cause trouble, but Shi Tonghe didn't believe it at all. Xiao Mengyin, a smooth person, would definitely not help lead easily without asking clearly about the intention. Her handling of interpersonal matters is the same as her creative ability

superb.

But such a person would actually speak to justify Wang Zixu, which surprised Shi Tonghe.

There must be some magic power in Wang Zixu to attract people like Chen Qingluo, Ning Chunyan, and Xiao Mengyin to help him.

But what Xiao Mengyin said for help was meaningless to Shi Tonghe.

Which person who writes is not a little bit crazy?

Back then, he and Shi Tonghe competed with each other for headlines and seats. Genius writers and talented people were like crucian carps crossing the river.

How are you now?

He was the only one left, the literary world was lonely, and it was extremely cold in the high place.

Many years have passed, hormone levels have subsided, metabolism has slowed, and desires have gradually disappeared over the years...

But his name is still Shi Tonghe.
To be continued...