The Editor is Always Flirting with Me [GL]

Therefore, Qin Yipun unplugged the power supply again, brought his mobile phone to the bed, and plugged it into the socket by the bedside again.

After entering the circle of friends, Qin Yi pulled down one by one, and found that the content posted by Beihang was basically about work.

X well-known writers have started serialization in Qianyu.

The new artist has a good style.

All the Shallow Language periodicals collected on the shelf.

Appointment, appointment, appointment.

Went to visit Teacher X on the weekend and had a great chat.

…

Basically, there is no trace of her private life.

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

However, these things were probably also taken at work.

Although there seems to be nothing wrong, I always feel that something is a bit scary. After all, most of the other editors that Qin Yipuan pays attention to will occasionally put some daily social things on them.

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

Beihang is only an editor, and they only meet because of their work. Why should I care about her private life?

Just like the actors who starred in her works, can you guarantee that every private three views are positive? Could it be that he jumped out because of their personal appearance and said, “I don’t like you as an actor, please don’t star in the movie based on my book”?

Thinking of this, Qin Yipun still replied: “I know. I’m sleeping, you should go to bed earlier too.”

On the other hand, Yan Beiqi sent a text message to Queenie and went to wash up.

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

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

On the twenty-third page, she wrote a sentence with a black pen: “Queenie, my favorite new generation writer, there is no one. Why is there no her in Qianyu?”

Yan Beiqi looked at the characters silently, and then pulled out Queenie’s book “On the Way” on the shelf.

She has two copies, one is an old version that has been collected before, which has been tattered, and the other is 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 phone, Queenie replied to her message.

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

So, what kind of person is Queenie?

After Qin Yipun slept for a while, he still couldn’t sleep.

So, she opened Weibo again.

The publicity of “Fog Color” is very strong, and everyone on the homepage is helping to turn it.

Many people are looking forward to this film. After all, the actors are all powerful actors. Even if some people are not their fans, but just passersby, they all express that they want to watch it and will watch it.

Qin Yipuan and the leading actors in it are all related to each other, and occasionally like and comment on each other. Therefore, more and more people pay attention to Qin Yipian without knowing it.

Looking at the rising number of followers on Weibo, and the compliments used in some publicity announcements when praising her, Qin Yichuan realized that Queenie was no longer a free name.

Therefore, Qin Yipour’s name is the last front she defends.

So, even though the film crew asked her to go to the conference with her, she didn’t go.

She knows what the crew is thinking – hyping up the topic of “beautiful writers” can also attract another wave of topics and traffic.

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

However, she only hopes that her works can be liked by more people, rather than relying on other things to attract attention.

But…

It’s not that easy to write something that people like.

Even more frightening is that her lower works…

Qin Yipun opened the cloud document on his mobile phone and looked at it, and the feeling of dissatisfaction reappeared.

Similar, similar…

Although the stories are different, the tricks and tricks she uses to attract people are indeed the same in every book. Perhaps for readers, this is not a bad thing, as long as it is fun to watch.

But for her, it was dangerous. This means that her style is monotonous, and it may even be difficult to progress.

The bed was soft and the quilt was warm, but Qin Yipuan fell asleep.

Still want to challenge myself for something I haven’t tried to write seriously.

Qin Yi poured over and over again and couldn’t sleep, so he reopened the cloud document and deleted all the tens of thousands of words he had written earlier.

Anyway, still want to try something new, not written.

After thinking about it, Qin Yichuan posted a Weibo: “Come again.”

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

“Do it again and it will be better.”

“You haven’t slept yet? Hug.”

“Sister Queenie, when will the new book come out? I’m looking forward to it, it must be beautiful.”

Must be beautiful?

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

It was not until noon that Qin Yipuan woke up. The brain is still a little groggy, and the whole person is not particularly good.

When he woke up, Qianzi had already gone to work. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she saw a jar of walnut kernels on the table in the living room, and there was a note next to it, which read: “Eat more walnuts to make up your brain! Come on and write!”

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

Maybe she should really make up her mind.

In the afternoon, after receiving the news from Qianzi, Qin Yipun went home after learning that Cheng Cheng had deleted all the content about him in the circle of friends, including the space.

After all, Cheng Cheng would make this move, indicating that she really gave up this time.

In the following week, Qin Yichuan wrote two or three opening chapters, basically in the early ten thousand or twenty thousand words.

She didn’t even go out much.

The daily state is to think about the outline of the story when eating and bathing, and sitting in front of the computer during the time other than eating and bathing, from morning until late at night.

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

When Qianzi came to look for her when she was 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 7,000 words in the last version, Qin Yipun felt that he didn’t even know whether the beginning was good or bad.

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

After a while, Qin Yipun 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.

Facing the computer screen for so long, when she looked out, her vision became a little blurry.

The city in winter looks lonely, and even the light seems to have become a kind. Cold style.

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

“Yipan, what are you doing?” an old classmate sent it.

After Qin Yipun saw it, he replied casually, “I’m feeling melancholy.”

Soon, the old classmate replied: “What is melancholy? I heard that you can make money by staying at home. What’s the point of being melancholy? I’m just melancholy. My colleagues have raised their wages this month, and I’m still the same. Working overtime all day long, I was so tired that I was so sad that my head was going bald…”

“It’s as if it’s easy to make money at home.” After Qin Yipun saw that sentence, he instantly lost his interest in chatting.

But the other party didn’t notice Qin Yipoan’s unpleasant emotions, and he continued to talk: “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 pretend that you don’t care if you’re not used to it. , how good. Hey, what the **** are you doing at home, everyone says they’ve never heard of you mentioning how much money you make? Would you like to teach me…”

Qin Yipuan didn’t reply after reading it, and entered the circle of friends instead.

I saw the article I posted at 4:30 in the morning, “I can’t sleep, my hair is almost falling out of anxiety, the next time you see me, please don’t ask me why I want to go out. [Smile]” Contents of the circle of friends Next, I have followed a dozen replies.

“Bawang Anti Hair Loss Shampoo is for you!”

“Find yourself more things to do, so you won’t be anxious when you’re busy.”

“Free. [smiles]”

“You also have troubles? Aren’t you a very happy person, keep an eye on it, everyone is the same.”

“…”

Qin Yipuan watched the replies from those around him for a long time, and finally closed the balcony door and went back to the sofa to sit down.

Because I usually look very happy, when I post this kind of dynamic, everyone doesn’t take it to heart and makes fun of it…

Although he knew that none of them were malicious, Qin Yipuan still felt uncomfortable.

Writing is a lonely thing. Moreover, the bitterness in it can only be understood by myself.

Just when Qin Yiquan thought of this, Qian Yubao Wang sent a message.

“Would you like to try this?”

Behind this sentence, there is a picture. It’s a sleep aid.

I don’t know what’s going on, when Qin Yichuan saw the news from Pao Wang, his heart was a little touched. Biting his lower lip lightly, Qin Yipun pushed away a strand of hair from his lips, looked up at the TV and exhaled.

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 Yipuan looked at the contact person who used the magazine cover image as his avatar for a long time, and then returned: “Is this thing useful?”

Qianyupao Wang: “It works for me. If you’re worried, maybe you can try it out with me first.”

“It’s fine. I’ll make adjustments.” Qin Yipun replied.

Qianyupao Wang: “People who create literature are very hard, I know. Or, if you want, I can accompany you out for a walk and chat. Do you have an appointment?”

The author has something to say: I suddenly want to go back and delete the paragraph I wrote about Yanshui retrograde, because I received a push today and found out that I am in the retrograde period (?_?) No wonder everything is not going well