The editor is always teasing me gl

So, Qin Yichun unplugged the power again, brought the mobile phone to the bed, and plugged it into the socket next to the bed again.

After entering the circle of friends, Qin Yichun scrolled down one by one, and found that the content posted by Beixing was basically about work.

A well-known author X has started serialization in Qianyu.

Nice new artist style.

All light language periodicals collected on the bookshelf.

Solicitation, solicitation, solicitation.

I went to visit Teacher X on the weekend and had a good chat.

……

Basically, there is no shadow of her private life.

The only thing about her is the coffee cup, the computer, the new keyboard, and the desk that is sometimes messy and sometimes neat.

However, these things were probably also taken at work.

Although there seems to be nothing wrong, but there is always something a little scary.After all, most of the other editors that Qin Yizhen pays attention to occasionally post some daily social things on it.

Returning to the chat interface, Qin Yi considered for a long time, but still put the phone aside.

Beixing is just an editor, they only get in touch because of work, why should I care about her private life?

Just like the actors who starred in her works, can they guarantee that every private view is positive?Is it possible that I still have to jump out and say "I don't like you as an actor, please don't act in the movie adapted from my book" because of their private appearance?

Thinking of this, Qin Yichun still replied: "I know. I'm going to bed, so you go to bed early too."

On the other side, after sending text messages to Queenie, Yan Beiqi went to wash up.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when I threw the clothes into the washing machine and returned to the room in a nightgown.

Holding the water glass and walking to the bookshelf, Yan Beiqi randomly pulled out a few books, then pressed them all back, and then took out a diary of his own from a long time ago from the drawer.

On the third page of No.20, she wrote a sentence with a black pen: "Queenie, my favorite writer of the new generation, there is no one. Why doesn't Qianyu have her?"

Yan Beiqi looked at the line in silence, and then pulled out Queenie's "On the Way" from the bookshelf.

She has two copies, one is an old edition that was previously received, it has been turned into tatters, and the other was bought by Xiaoya some time ago.

After finding his favorite prose and reading it, Yan Beiqi closed the book, leaned on the chair, stroked his chin, and sat like this for a long time.

At this time, on the mobile phone, Queenie replied her message.

After reading it, Yan Beiqi put the book back on the shelf, took the phone and went to bed.

So, what kind of person is Queenie?

After Qin Yichun fell asleep for a while, he still couldn't fall asleep.

So, she opened Weibo again.

The publicity of "Mist Color" is very strong, and everyone on the homepage is helping to forward it.

Many people are looking forward to this movie. After all, the actors are all powerful actors. Even if some people are not their fans, but just passers-by, they all express their desire to watch and will watch it.

Qin Yichun and the leading actors in it are all related to each other, and occasionally they like and comment on each other, so more people follow Qin Yichun unconsciously.

Looking at the ever-increasing number of fans on Weibo, and seeing the complimenting words used in some promotional drafts, Qin Yizhen realized that Queenie was no longer a free name.

Therefore, the name Qin Yichun was her last front.

Therefore, even if the film crew asked her to attend the press conference together, she did not go.

She knew what the crew was thinking - to hype up the topic of "beauty writers" could also attract another wave of topics and traffic.

Even the publishing house once thought about this idea, and quietly asked her if she wanted to record a variety show for fun.

However, she only hopes that her work can be liked by more people, instead of relying on other things to attract attention.

but……

It is not so easy to write something that people like.

What's even more frightening is that her next work...

Qin Yizhen opened the cloud file on his mobile phone and looked at it, and that feeling of dissatisfaction reappeared.

Same, same...

Although the stories are different, the points and tricks she uses to attract people are indeed the same in each book.Perhaps for readers, this is not a bad thing, as long as they have fun watching it is enough.

But for her, it was very dangerous.This means that she has a single style and may even struggle to improve.

The bed was soft and the quilt was warm, but Qin Yichun suffered from insomnia.

I still want to challenge something that I haven't tried to write seriously.

Qin Yichun tossed and turned, unable to sleep, so he reopened the cloud document and deleted all the tens of thousands of words he had written before.

Anyway, I still want to try something new, something I haven't written before.

After thinking about it, Qin Yichun posted a Weibo: "Do it again."

A few minutes later, there were still night owls commenting on this Weibo.

"Start over and everything will be better."

"Are you still asleep? Hug."

"Sister Queenie, when will the new book come out? I'm looking forward to it, it must be very good."

Must be pretty?

Qin Yichun shook his head, then fell into bed and fell asleep.

Qin Yichun didn't wake up until noon.My mind is still a little groggy, and I am not particularly well.

When she woke up, Qian Zi had already gone to work.After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she saw a jar of walnuts on the table in the living room, with a note next to it, which read: "Eat more walnuts to nourish your brain! Keep writing!"

Unscrewing the lid, Qin Yichun took out a walnut from inside, chewed it in his mouth, and looked at the note again.

Perhaps, she should really refresh her mind.

That afternoon, after receiving the news from Qian Zi, Qin Yichun went home after learning that Cheng Cheng had deleted all the content about himself in the circle of friends, including the space.

After all, Cheng Cheng's behavior showed that she really gave up this time.

In the next week, Qin Yichun wrote two or three opening chapters, basically in the early [-] to [-] words.

She didn't even go out much.

The daily state is to conceive the outline of the story when eating and bathing, and sitting in front of the computer when not eating and bathing, from morning to late night.

However, the more anxious, the worse the state becomes.

When Qian Zi came to look for her when she was idle and bored, she described her as: "Look at your ghostly appearance. If people who don't know see it, they probably think you are hiding from me and taking drugs."

Yes, but no, this is simply the worst state.

After writing more than 7000 words in the last version, Qin Yizhen felt that he didn't even know whether the beginning was good or bad.

The next day, after Qin Yizhen turned on the computer in the morning, he started to be in a daze.

After a while, Qin Yichun threw the mouse aside, turned off the music, stood up, walked out of the study, and went to the balcony of the living room.

The cold air hit her, making her shiver all over.

Faced with the computer screen for so long, she felt that her vision became a little hazy when she looked out.

The city looks lonely in winter, and even the light seems to have turned into a kind and cold style.

Picking up the phone, I saw a message in WeChat.

"Yizhen, what are you doing?" An old classmate sent.

After Qin Yichun saw it, he replied casually: "I'm melancholy."

Soon, the old classmate replied: "What's the melancholy? I heard that you can make money by staying at home. What's the melancholy? I am melancholy. My colleagues have all raised their salaries this month, and I am still the same. I worked overtime all day and night, and I was so exhausted that I was so sad that my head was going to go bald..."

"It's as if it's easy to make money at home." Qin Yizhen immediately lost interest in chatting after seeing that sentence.

But the other party didn't notice Qin Yichun's unhappy mood, and he continued to talk endlessly: "It's better than people like us who need to go to the company. You don't have to sort out interpersonal relationships, and you don't have to look at who is not used to it and pretend it doesn't matter." , How wonderful. Hey, what on earth do you do at home, everyone says you have never heard of it, how much money do you make? Would you like to teach me..."

After reading it, Qin Yichun didn't reply, and instead entered the circle of friends.

I saw the message I posted at 04:30 in the morning, "I can't sleep, I'm so anxious that my hair is about to fall out. Next time you see me, please don't ask me why I can't think about going to become a monk. [Smile]" circle of friends content Next, I have already followed a dozen replies.

"Bawang Anti-Hair Loss Shampoo is suitable for you!"

"Find something for yourself to do, so you won't be anxious when you're busy."

"Free time. [smiles]"

"You also have troubles? Aren't you a very cheerful person? Look at it, everyone is the same."

"..."

Qin Yichun watched the replies of those around him for a long time, and finally closed the balcony door, returned to the sofa and sat down.

Because I usually look very happy, so when I post this kind of news, everyone doesn't take it seriously and makes fun of it...

Although he knew that they were harmless, Qin Yichun still felt uncomfortable.

Writing something is really a lonely thing.Moreover, only you can understand the bitterness in it.

Just when Qin Yichun thought of this, Qianyu Pao Wang sent a message.

"Do you want to try this?"

After this sentence, there is a picture.That's a sleep aid.

I don't know what's going on, but when Qin Yichun saw the news from Pao Wang, he felt a little touched in his heart.Biting his lower lip lightly, Qin Yichun brushed away a strand of hair from his lips, looked up at the TV and let out a breath.

The only person who saw the status she posted, took it seriously and came to recommend a solution to herself, turned out to be her.

Qin Yizhen looked at the contact person who used the magazine cover picture as his profile picture for a long time, and returned: "Is this thing useful?"

Qianyu Pao Wang: "It works for me. If you are worried, maybe you can try it with me first."

"It's okay. I'll make adjustments." Qin Yichun replied.

Qianyu Pao. Wang: "People who create literature are very hard, I know. Or, if you want, I can go out with you and have a chat. Do you want to make an appointment?"

The author has something to say: I suddenly wanted to go back and delete the paragraph where I wrote about water retrograde, because I only found out after receiving a push today that I am currently in retrograde water (?_?) No wonder everything is not going well