Entertainment: It's showing badly, big power is coming at me?

Shen Yi shrugged indifferently.

Yang Mi on the side stared at him with a resentful expression.

Shen Yi was stared at all over his body.

Find an excuse and slip away.

Yang Mi is so angry, is it because Reba is her good sister, and she can't see that good sisters are taken advantage of?

In this way, Yang Mi is also a very moralistic boss.

The filming of the crew is proceeding as usual.

Shen Yi is going to participate in the recording of "Not Just a Singer" tomorrow, and Zhang Zhe didn't arrange many scenes for him today.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Shen Yi rushed back to the magic capital after filming the last scene.

It is estimated that Yang Mi is still angry, before Shen Yi left, she did not nag, let Shen Yi play well tomorrow and so on.

............

Editorial Department of Huaxia Literature Network.

A meeting ended with a hint of boredom on everyone's face.

There is no reason, there is no good manuscript, and I was trained by the editor-in-chief.

Huaxia Literature Network publishes a magazine every month.

This month has reached the middle of the month, but the fairy tale section has not received a suitable manuscript.

Originally, they had already made an appointment with the famous fairy tale author Qin Hui last month, and his new work would be published for the first time in the magazine on their website.

They also specially predicted in the last issue of the magazine that this issue would have new works by Qin Hui writers.

As a result, yesterday Qin Hui suddenly said that her new work was not going to be given to them, but to another magazine to publish.

Seeing that the new issue of the magazine should be out in a few days, but because of this change, the manuscript was confiscated.

The editor-in-chief, who is in menopause, is very hot, and just made a lot of fire at the meeting.

But this is obviously not their fault!

But if they are angry, everyone's heart is sad.

Especially the editor in charge of the fairy tale section, the head is very big.

"Can you contact other writers and even remedy them?"

"I asked, and there are no new works this month."

"Qin Hui is also true! If you don't want to give us the new work, just say it earlier! You have to say it now!

"Who made the family now a well-known author?" We can't help it.

"Where is it powerful? It's just a popular work.

"Let's say two words less, quickly review the manuscript and see if there is a suitable one that can fill this vacancy."

The editors complained for a while and began to review.

Time is running out for them.

There are hundreds of manuscripts in the mailbox, hoping to find gold.

Guo Feng is an editor in the fairy tale section, and he is responsible for contacting the Qin Hui.

After confirming that Qin Hui was going to give them new works last month, he did not follow up.

This led to other websites having the opportunity to exploit loopholes and grab what should have been their websites.

Yesterday, Qin Hui suddenly agreed to the appointment, and although the people in the editorial office didn't say much in front of him, they definitely greeted his ancestors for dozens of generations behind his back.

If there is a good work to make up, it is good, if not, it will be difficult for him to stay in the editorial office after that.

The editor-in-chief did not say anything on the surface, but he already had the idea of firing him.

After all, it brought such a big loss to the company.

This job is rare, and he won it with great difficulty.

Be sure to keep it!

He made a cup of espresso and started reviewing the manuscript with twelve-point spirits!

For two hours, I read dozens of manuscripts.

Without exception, either the story is cliché and unfocused, or the writing is confusing and incomprehensible, or it is a typo and shit does not make sense.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.

"Did you see any good manuscripts?"

Someone asked.

"Nope."

"I'm going blind! None of the good ones!

"I'm here to meet two people who can see. Yes, it really doesn't work, in the end, let's consider it and choose one to hand in.

"No, the editor-in-chief can't get by, it's all for nothing."

"Let's take a look again, and finally integrate the works that you think are okay and compare them, choose the best one by one, and we will discuss it together at that time."

"..." Guo

Feng didn't make a sound.

I went out to smoke a cigarette and came back to continue reading the manuscript.

I hope you have a good day.

Guo Feng picked up his spirits and opened the next email.

"The little girl who sells matches, author Xingchen."

Guo Feng muttered.

I haven't heard of this author, I should be a newcomer.

He came across a lot of manuscripts by new authors today, and the writing was not satisfactory.

For this one, he didn't hold out much hope.

But he was still patient, opened the text, and read it seriously.

In a large Chinese New Year's Eve, it was snowing, and a little girl was walking barefoot in the street.

Originally, she had shoes, but they were her mother's shoes, which were too big for her.

He lost one while crossing the street, and the other was snatched by a little boy.

The first paragraph at the beginning explains the time background, as well as the protagonist.

Guo Feng looked a little worried, how cold it was on a snowy day!

The little girl walked barefoot down the street.

He had been to the north once in winter, and when it snowed, even with thick boots and socks, he would still be cold.

Not to mention barefoot.

It's still at the time of the New Year!

Shouldn't you reunite with your family at home during the Chinese New Year?

What a poor little girl.

This beginning is not like the beginning of a fairy tale!

However, it attracted Guo Feng to continue watching.

It turned out that the little girl came out to sell matches outside after Chinese New Year's Eve.

However, not a single box of matches was sold in the whole day.

The little girl was cold and hungry.

The house on the street shone with a warm light, because it was a big Chinese New Year's Eve, and someone else's house roasted a goose, and the aroma of roasted goose came out.

The little girl sat down in the corner of a house and curled herself up.

She did not dare to go home because she did not sell matches, did not earn money, and would be beaten if she returned home.

Her home was as cold as it was on the street, because the house was dilapidated.

When Guo Feng saw this, he felt a pang of sadness.

How could the author write fairy tales with such brushstrokes?

In his impression, fairy tales are often very warm and beautiful.

I've never seen a fairy tale so sad.

No, this is a fairy tale, there must be a turnaround!

Guo Feng continued to look down!

At this moment, he and the little girl's mood hope, longing for hope! Desire for good to come!

The little girl was really cold.

She polished the matches.

The burning flame of the match gave her a brief warmth, and she warmed her little frozen hands.

However, it was a strange fire.

The little girl felt like she was sitting in front of a big stove, the fire was hot, and it was very warm and comfortable!

She wanted to reach her feet and bake them, but as soon as she reached out, the match went out.

Only a burning matchstick remained.

Guo Feng was stunned.

The little girl lit a match and felt incomparably warm, but it was a fantasy.

It's because the little girl is so cold, she longs for warmth!

Guo Feng suddenly felt that this fairy tale was not simple! The author is not simple!