After rebirth, she first killed the book thief, and she was busy writing articles to save people

"Okay. Then shall we... go eat first?"

Not only did Gui Hongyan not refuse this sudden invitation, she also invited Jiang Baige to have lunch in the cafeteria together.

The Chinese Department seems to have a tradition of "not being able to get up", and almost no teachers will teach the first two classes in the morning. Gui Hongyan is no exception. When her class is over, it is just time for lunch.

She would always ask everyone to pack up a little earlier so that she could outrun the energetic undergraduates at lunch.

Jiang Baige was a little flattered by her invitation to dinner, but Gui Hongyan was very calm: "I am a tutor, it is normal for me to care about your daily life. Since you entered school, we have never had a meal alone, which is very abnormal."

How could Jiang Baige refuse when she said that?

Although in her previous life when she was a graduate student, she never had a meal alone with her supervisor.

But Jiang Baige was still nervous. Facing a teacher whose views she had only read in books in her previous life, she felt as if her hands were not hands and her bowl and chopsticks were not bowls and chopsticks. She was even afraid that she would smack her lips when eating, and end up accidentally leaking water all over herself when drinking.

"Were you also so nervous when you were in that village?" Gui Hongyan asked her with a smile. Jiang Baige touched the back of her head, took the tissue handed to her by the teacher, and pressed it on her clothes.

The heating in the cafeteria was very strong. She took off her coat as soon as she entered the cafeteria, leaving a large dark stain on her pink sweater.

The fact that Gui Hongyan took the initiative to bring up this matter shows that she knew what Jiang Baige was going to say when she approached her.

So Jiang Baige followed her question and briefly talked about her experiences in Fengshui County and Wangnan Village.

However, even if it was a "simple" talk, they still talked about everything from eating to cleaning up the dishes, and then walked side by side back to the hospital office. Gui Hongyan was an extremely patient listener, very logical, and good at guiding, which kept Jiang Baige in an almost excited speech state.

After entering Gui Hongyan's office, Jiang Baige finally finished her story and turned the topic to what she really wanted to talk about.

"Teacher Gui, do you remember that I told you before that I was writing a novel?"

"of course."

Gui Hongyan nodded as she poured tea for the two of them. Her movements were so skillful that Jiang Baige stood up hastily when she started looking for the thermos, remembering that she was supposed to make the tea.

But she was not familiar with this place.

Gui Hongyan noticed her nervousness and said, "Come here a few more times and you'll get used to it."

This calmed Jiang Baige down a little.

After the tea was brewed, she continued to talk about her own story: "I really want to use my pen to record this incident, but not in the way of a reporter like Siwen, but in the way of a novelist. I hope it will be more popular and more attractive, so that more people can know and pay attention to these things."

"But you don't know how to write?"

"Yes." Jiang Baige was also very direct, "I hope to record this incident in a way that is less hurtful to the parties involved."

Because she was facing a female teacher who was dedicated to the study of feminism, she could tell the truth without any hesitation.

If she was just very tired of the shots that showed the victims being vulnerable, desperate, and powerless to resist, then after experiencing these few days of life and death, meeting those trafficked women, and seeing the scars left on their bodies that will never heal, some of them even turned from victims into perpetrators...

She can no longer do as Lin Xingran said, to take shortcuts by hurting the victim to arouse the readers' anger and then create a sense of satisfaction through revenge.

Appreciating and playing with other people's pain? If this is a writing skill, it is definitely not hers.

Gui Hongyan nodded: "But you are worried that if you don't describe how much harm these victims have suffered, it seems that you can't write it logically and profoundly, because 'there is no hatred without reason'."

Jiang Baige nodded.

"Since you can raise such a specific question, it means you already have your own ideas about how to develop this story, right? Just like Song Siwen's special topic, which focuses on female police officers and coincides with Women's Day."

"I originally wanted to write about this from the perspective of trafficked women, so I was faced with the situation of how to deal with the victims. Although the novel is fictional, when I was writing, the faces of those people would appear in my mind. In fact, I still don't dare to ask or think about what they have been through."

Everyone, including themselves, seemed to deliberately avoid this topic. Was this a kind of post-traumatic self-protection? She didn't know.

She only knew that everyone wanted to look forward and not stay in the past, even if a part of them did stay there and did affect the future. But if you want to survive, you have to look forward.

“So this perspective makes it difficult for you to write?”

"Usually when I write a novel, a beginning flashes through my mind, and then I seize the inspiration and write on. But this time, I couldn't even start."

This is completely different from the revenge article she wrote for Bai Yang before.

She was completely frank in her conversation with Gui Hongyan, so she naturally mentioned the other novel: their genres are very similar, and both have clear real-life prototypes.

But in the previous book, Jiang Baige wrote the story from the perspective of the Avengers without even thinking about it.

"But that book also encountered problems..." Jiang Baige smiled a little embarrassedly, "A classmate of mine who works in a publishing house talked to me about this book, but he said that because the girl succeeded in revenge in the ending but escaped legal punishment, it might not be published."

Gui Hongyan smiled with an "I understand" expression. Having published so many academic monographs, she must be familiar with the twists and turns of the publishing industry.

"But I'm also interested in the story you told?"

"what?"

"The story of a girl's revenge that you have already finished writing."

Jiang Baige was shocked.

She didn't know if she had misunderstood the teacher's meaning - because in her previous life, she had taken the initiative to mention that she was writing a novel and wondered if the tutor was interested in reading it. She had said it many times, each time more direct than the last, but the other party was not interested at all.

This was certainly not the teacher's fault, but Jiang Baige still felt frustrated. Perhaps this indirectly led to her choosing to find a "proper job" after graduation instead of continuing to write - because she had no talent.

But now, Teacher Gui was looking at her with a very expectant gaze, completely unaware of the stormy waves beneath Jiang Baige's seemingly calm face.

"If you don't mind, can you let me read your novel?" Gui Hongyan asked sincerely.