Wenhao refuses to be touched

I was sitting in Mr. Takeuchi's office, drips of cold sweat were dripping down my back, and I could clearly feel every drop falling into my trouser waist, which was so itchy that I wanted to grab it.

Mr. Takeuchi looked at the manuscript I brought. He read the Japanese version first, then the Chinese version, and then back to the Japanese version.Repeatedly, each manuscript was read four or five times, his expression was very serious, and there was no trace of reassuring emotion on his face, which only brought me more nervousness.

Before I came here, I had the idea that it was unlikely that I would pass, so I would try it out.Anyway, even if the manuscript is returned, there is no loss for me.

But now, it's too painful.The quiet room was so quiet that only the ticking of the wall clock on the wall could be heard. I held my breath, like a seriously ill patient waiting for the doctor to give the test results.

"call……"

I heard Takeuchi-san let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Teacher Feiyin, I have some superficial insights, and I sincerely hope that you can answer them."

"Uh, you can ask, you don't have to be so polite, it's just a draft to test the waters..."

He interrupted me and started asking questions.This is the first time I have seen Mr. Takeuchi be so rude. He has always been a person who listens to others quietly before expressing his opinion.

This abnormality must be my manuscript that disappointed him too much.With such a depressed mood, I listened carefully to his question, stirring my hands on my lap.

"Excuse me, Junjun's mother committed suicide, right? Although you didn't write it clearly, she deliberately committed suicide on Junjun's birthday, the day when she and her husband died at the age of 28, and Junjun was also 28." ?"

"Uh, yes."

"Excuse me, Junjun's mother never disciplined her son too much and allowed him to grow up freely, but Junjun's mother actually lived in a very strict education family, and her every move was controlled, so her mother Will you let your son go without meddling in his education?"

"Yes."

"Excuse me, at his mother's funeral, did Jun Jun harbor a long-hidden act of retaliation for his mother's indifference to his father's funeral many years ago?"

"Yes."

"Excuse me, in the final ending, when Junjun died of normal old age, the indifference he saw in the eyes of his wife and children when his soul came out of his body, he was... relieved, right?"

"Uh... It's really easy to understand, isn't it?"

My voice became lower and lower, and as Mr. Takeuchi asked, I became more unconfident.

"What I want to express is..."

He interrupted me again, violating his own etiquette.

"What Teacher Feiyin wants to express is that the education of the two generations is very different, because the mother loves her son deeply and is unwilling to repeat her tragedy, but teaches the child to look at life in the right way, look at life, and look down on life and death, right? According to Buddhism, death is like a lamp going out. But in fact, when a loved one dies, few people will remain calm. Before they get used to the death of their loved ones, it will be very difficult for a while...

"My mother is completely obedient to her husband. This is the result of the education she has received since she was a child. Even if her husband would abuse her, refuse to pay for the house, drink too much, and finally walk into the middle of the road because of drunkenness, and die in a car accident. Jun After the death of her husband, Jun's mother no longer had to hide herself, but after looking back, she found the way she thought was right...

"My husband is a good father. Jun Jun's deep love for his father moved the mother who also loved her son, and made her worry that the other party would fall into the same grief after she died, and because of this, she slipped in her studies and lived a life of a gangster. After growing up, the job I found because of my education is just barely surviving..."

I was surprised to see Mr. Takeuchi who talked eloquently. What surprised me was that the other party completely understood the content of my novel, and he understood it very deeply.

No, it should be, what I wrote is so simple that it can be seen at a glance.

Mr. Takeuchi pinched the bridge of his nose, his expression was very calm, so calm that no emotion could be seen.When he spoke, the deep exhaustion infected me too.

"Life has never been smooth sailing. If you get too entangled in the past, you will lose the present. If you give up what you have now, you will also lose the infinite possibilities you have in the future. Jun Jun's mother believes that her previous life was depressive and painful, and the rest of her life will be difficult." She silently worried about the child in her heart, but despite this, her silent inducement to her son Xiaoyu made him get out of his knots and let him work hard on his own. Before she died, his son had a virtuous wife, and his life gradually became better... …

"She committed suicide because she wanted to bury her tragic past with her. She died willingly, thinking that this was the most correct choice in her life. But for this woman who has been suffering from depression for many years but kept her family close Said, death is a relief...

"Junjun hated in his heart, his mother's indifference to his father's death, and her indifference to her ruthless abandonment of him. But he also understood his mother later, and realized life more deeply. The second half of his life was very comfortable, wanton, He was a man who was very responsible for his work and family, and he died without any regrets...

"He taught his family the way he learned to look at life. The life poured out of love is still growing vigorously. He who was taken away by time took his life together...'I hope to live When I die, I can fly freely. When I die, others should not be sad for me. Let my life end at the moment of death. Don't remember me, don't miss me, and leave cleanly and without burden'... ..."

"Well..." I murmured, almost on the verge of tears.

When I was so sad that I couldn't help myself, Mr. Takeuchi held my hands tightly. "Teacher Feiyin, your attitude towards life and death is completely different from that of the public!"

"Ah, actually I'm not as open-minded as Junjun..."

"However, you have conveyed your own personal thoughts to the hearts of every reader, so that they can fully accept and agree with your thoughts."

Mr. Takeuchi held my hand excitedly, with such strength that it made me feel pain.His eyes were red, his face was red, and there was not a single spot on his body that wasn't red, but that wasn't anger, but pure excitement.

"You are a terrible man indeed."

Mr. Takeuchi said so.When I was surprised and about to cry, what he said next stunned me.

"If it were someone else who expressed this attitude towards life and death, no matter how much language and evidence they used, they would not get the approval of more than half of the people. After all, everyone's ideas are different. It has been debated for half a century whether thick egg yakiniku is delicious sweet or salty, but—”

Mr. Takeuchi bowed deeply, and he looked up at me in a completely looking up gesture.

"But Teacher Feiyin, there is a kind of magical power in your words. Should I say it is powerful or terrifying? Your talent, this kind of talent, is conveyed in your words. It is obviously not clearly written, and it is obviously very powerful. Concealed, but you can see the thoughts you want to express after reading it once, but people...completely believe in the thoughts you conveyed."

He murmured in a low voice: "Isn't this a terrible magical power? It comes from, the voice of the gods, it is the holy will, no matter whether the holy will is good or bad, right or wrong. I accept and worship wholeheartedly from the bottom of my heart.”

I took the envelope and walked out of the gate of the publishing house. This time, Mr. Takeuchi refused to listen to my refusal and sent me all the way to the gate before reluctantly stopping.I am still immersed in what Takeuchi-san said just now, bid farewell to him in a daze, and walked to the station under his gaze.

"Sister~"

Sitting in the waiting chair under the station, with a popsicle in his mouth, he yelled at me.

When I ran over quickly and approached him, he squinted his eyes and said loudly when he went out privately: "I sat here as soon as I got out of the car and didn't leave a step. The popsicle is a mobile stall passing by here, so I bought it. Sitting."

It means that I can't talk about him, he didn't run around, and he didn't get lost and lost himself.

"Passed, I'm getting the highest-grade manuscript fee."

Ranbu got on the bus with me, and after we found a seat, he looked at me with sparkling eyes. "Let me tell you, the editor uncle will definitely accept my sister's manuscript, and he must be holding a member meeting now, so that your manuscript can be published in the nearest newspaper, even if you squeeze out other people's positions."

"Ranbu-chan guessed everything right." I patted the head of the brighter-eyed Luanbu.He shook the envelope in his hand, put it into his backpack, and held the backpack in his arms.

"I didn't expect that I could really live a life of writing novels to get royalties." I sighed. "Ranpo-chan doesn't even know how nervous I am in the office. Mr. Takeuchi said the same thing to Ranpo-chan, but I still don't understand what it means."

"Don't worry, he's not the second person who thinks my sister is scary."

"No, I'm even more worried when you say that."

Although I can't be considered very gentle, I am also a person who follows the rules. When I think about the publication of the novel, more people will think I am scary, but I didn't realize the point.

"That's all." I patted my backpack, and I smiled at Luanbu, "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. This month's living expenses are all paid, and there is still room left over. You can eat whatever you want for Luanbu Jiang today."

"Then sister, can I not order the cheapest set meal?"

"Haha~ Why don't you order a cheap set meal." I stretched out my hand to hold this worrying green-eyed kitten in my arms, and rubbed my chin against the top of his fluffy hair. "Let's go buy ingredients and eat hot pot at home!"

"Okay~ I want to eat sukiyaki~ I also want to eat Wagyu beef~~"

"... Wagyu..."

"My sister agreed that I will not be stingy today. Don't buy just one portion for Mr. Ranbu, you have to eat it together."

Enduring heartache and tears, I nodded heavily.However, the heart has been...

Sister burst into tears.jpg.

Wagyu beef in Japan is very expensive.

The author has something to say: the writing written by the heroine is the kind, the kind that everyone agrees with from the bottom of their hearts when pointing at a deer and calling it a horse, the terrifying magic power

In order to understand better, spoiler: this is the incomplete activation of the heroine's supernatural ability, and the residual ability after mutation. She is a potential transcendent-level supernatural power user, but she will never awaken the supernatural power in her life

So, I was hit by Brain Pie

One after another, bloody bumps

I have to bring other martial arts cats and cats together to touch

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