Crazy Psychologist

If you change the focus, it’s a book. The money is so profitable.

"Hello? Xiaoqing, are you listening?" Liu Yun asked patiently.

Pan Xiaoqing bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and replied, "I'm listening."

Liu Yun sensitively noticed that Pan Xiaoqing seemed a little depressed, but he couldn't ask more questions unless the other party said anything, so he could only stop working, pick up his phone and walk to the living room.

He poured himself a glass of water and waited for Pan Xiaoqing's voice.

After a while, the phone was quiet except for the slight sound of electricity.

Liuyun's worry became more and more serious. "Hello", he said into the microphone, "Xiaoqing, what happened?"

In Liuyun's mind, Pan Xiaoqing's family background and her talents were all above his own, and even if she occasionally had the idea of ​​dating, she didn't dare to think too much about it.

Not to mention that he has not had any recognized achievements in his writing career until now. Even if he can publish a book, he still feels that he is thousands of miles away from Pan Xiaoqing's life.

One is a princess in a castle, and her job is purely based on her hobbies.

As for him, he has already embarked on the road of professional writing, and it seems impossible to go back to other industries.

In fact, he hadn't thought about it so much, but Liu Yun couldn't help but feel a little scared when he occasionally squeezed into the subway during the rush hour, or when he saw people sitting at home in the office working hard.

No matter how difficult the road he has embarked on, it seems that he can only linger on this road. Now it is almost impossible for him to change his current situation and engage in other industries.

"Yes, I'm probably Kavin." Pan Xiaoqing lay down on the bed, facing up to the sky, and squeezed out a word of frustration.

Liu Yun laughed inappropriately on the other end of the phone, "Hahaha," he said with a smile, "Isn't this a normal thing?"

"Normal?" Pan Xiaoqing's face looked very ugly.

"Yes, I was stuck when I was writing a novel. Sometimes I would get stuck until I vomited."

When Liu Yun talked about his past, he didn't feel any unpleasantness. Instead, he seemed to feel a little bit envious when he saw the very persistent self he once had.

Liuyun took out a can of Coke and opened the tab with a tear.

"Are you drinking?" Pan Xiaoqing, who had sensitive ears on the other end of the phone, quickly noticed the sound of a carbonated drink being opened.

Liu Yun replied with a smile, "I suddenly wanted to drink Coke, and there happened to be a can in the refrigerator."

"Ice Coke!" Pan Xiaoqing felt unhappy again in her stomach.

On Liuyun's side, he thought of himself who felt like vomiting after drinking Coke.

He put the phone on speakerphone, then took out a drinking glass, poured the Coke into the transparent water glass, raised his head, and drank it.

This time, there was no nausea and no sign of trembling hands.

"Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to drink like this?" Pan Xiaoqing asked casually.

"In the past, I thought I was sick and went to the doctor for a check-up."

"examine?"

Liu Yun laughed loudly, "Yes, I thought I probably had some kind of disease, gastrointestinal problems, etc. If you write a health column, you must know more about these medical problems than me, such as long-term lack of exercise, prolonged sitting, etc. It caused an overload on the gastrointestinal tract. I couldn't even drink Coca-Cola at that time. After drinking it, I felt like vomiting, and I had no energy. My stomach either felt like there was a big stone stuck in it, or my stomach was so weak that it felt like it was completely empty and couldn't contain it. thing."

Did Liu Yun ever have such a difficult time? When did it happen?

Pan Xiaoqing recalled what it was like when he saw Liu Yun. He was a clean young man with no ambitions.

To say that he has a successful career, he is definitely not one of them. He is just a confused little author in his thirties who is still thinking about what to write.

Publishing houses for small authors like this reject many of them if they don't listen.

Pan Xiaoqing also often hears some editors complain, "Every day I send rejection emails to authors, and I don't even want to write a few more sentences. Although there are obviously many problems in the manuscript, how much does it have to do with the editor? The author doesn't know how many places he will submit the manuscript to, or how many editors have read the manuscript in front of him. Other editors will also point out the shortcomings. Or some 'senior editors' who have been in the editing industry for a longer period of time will explain it on weekdays. Say something sincere when joking. For example: Many problems in manuscripts are obvious problems that the authors themselves cannot find. If they can't find them, even if they point them out, it will not help.

There are also problems that some authors have that are common among young authors. Even if the editor tells them, they will not change them. There are also some authors who cannot change them even if they want to.

If you can easily correct the shortcomings of the article if you want to, writing will not be a high-risk industry. Think about so many new authors every year. Every day, many people think they have talent and devote themselves to writing, but they can really rely on it. There are a few people who can make a living from writing, and it is even more difficult to achieve some results in this field.

Editors are different. For editors, they go to and from get off work and review manuscripts according to standards. Publishing has standards for publication, and publication has requirements for publication. Those who fail to meet the standards and requirements will naturally receive rejection first, regardless of the author. No matter how many manuscripts are submitted each year, editors who do not meet the standards will still reject them. "

At that time, Liu Yun was probably the kind of author that editors were not very optimistic about. Perhaps he was relaxing and suddenly switched from novels to writing special topics, which could be regarded as an escape from reality.

It is indeed a good choice to leave the familiar city and go to a distant country to re-experience the fun that words can bring him.

And what makes Pan Xiaoqing a little envious is that Liu Yun seems to be a successful author now.

Thinking of this, Pan Xiaoqing's stomach twisted again. She covered her stomach with her hands. Her soft light green sweater became cold because it was soaked with sweat from her hands.

"How did you get cured later?" Pan Xiaoqing felt that it was a bit impolite to speak to someone on the phone and not speak, so she found a topic and reluctantly spoke again.

She didn't understand what was wrong with her, and she suddenly felt very depressed, probably because she felt uncomfortable in her stomach.

"I didn't have any illness after that." Liu Yun replied.

"Are you not sick?"

"Yeah, I'm not sick. Then I went to see a doctor, and then I went to the hospital several times. Then I got better anyway. What's wrong with you? Do you have stomach discomfort too?" Liu Yun's voice suddenly became nervous. .

He put down the cup, walked back to the desk, looked at the text he had written all afternoon on the screen, and suddenly felt that it was very ugly, so he pressed the delete key with his right hand, word by word, line by line, paragraph by paragraph, and finally finished what he had written all afternoon. All the more than a thousand words in it have been deleted.

Not satisfied!

Liu Yun sighed in his heart.