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August 11, 2016, midsummer.
One o'clock in the afternoon is the hottest time of the day.
The scorching sun is baking the earth, and the sound of cicadas from somewhere shakes the eardrums, and the sound of young people playing basketball on summer vacation can be heard from the playground in the distance...
A passer-by girl with long curly hair in a white dress and washed white cloth shoes hurried past the playground. Occasionally, a gust of wind from nowhere blows her soft hair up. The planted tree was blown by the wind to make a rustling sound. The passer-by girl stopped and looked up at the shade of the tree not far away... She paused, sticking out the tip of her tongue to lick her chapped lips.
The sun shines on her pale cheeks, the skin is almost white and transparent, and the blue blood vessels on the cheeks can be seen.
Stretching out her hand to touch the top of her hair, which was scorched by the sun, she hesitated for a while and quickly walked to the stone bench under the shade of the tree and sat down. Raising her hand to wipe off the sweat, she decided to rest for five minutes before continuing on her way. She subconsciously took out her mobile phone, squinted her eyes slightly, unlocked the lock screen and saw several headlines of today on Weibo—
[Major publishing accident: "Yuanyue Society"'s annual key publication "The Last Whale in the Pacific" announced that all 450,000 copies of the first issue will be recalled! Was ordered to suspend business for rectification by relevant departments.]
…
[Yuanyueshe Spokesperson Weibo: I know who is behind it all, and I also believe in the way of heaven and reincarnation... just wait and see, one day, you will get the retribution you deserve.]
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[The decline of the traditional paper media industry - the publishing house "Yuanyueshe", which once set a domestic single-month sales record, announced the failure of the B round of financing and accepted the acquisition]
Passerby A girl: "..."
The decline of the traditional paper media industry
Speaking of which, when was the last time you used a newspaper to read the news? junior high school? primary school? When I was younger...
Ah, I really can't remember.
It seemed that for some special reason, she was aroused by a series of news feeds. The girl raised her hand and wiped the screen of the phone. She swiped her finger and was about to continue down to see if there were any other news content. At this time, the phone vibrated. Received a text message -
[Remember to come for the appointment at 1:30 p.m., waiting for you. — Doctor Jiang.]
It was one twenty-five in the afternoon.
The gate of the destination office building was just a few hundred meters away, and the sun was blazing. Even so, the passer-by girl A had to stand up from the slightly cooler stone chair and trot all the way towards the office building.
…
Empty office corridors are deserted.
The air conditioner was fully turned on, and the sweat on the forehead of the passer-by girl had dissipated. She raised her hand and looked at the mobile phone in her hand. It was exactly half past one... She raised her head and looked at the half-open door at the end of the corridor. Letting out a long breath, she slowed down a little, stuffed her phone into her pocket, and casually smoothed her hair with her fingers.
When she came to the half-open door, she opened it carefully, poked half of her head in, and then saw a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and was reading news on his mobile phone.
"Doctor Jiang."
Passerby A girl shouted softly.
Doctor Jiang raised his head and saw the girl standing outside the door—the complexion was so pale that it was almost transparent, and under her eyes were heavy dark circles caused by lack of sleep and neurasthenia. She was wearing a white dress, and her whole body was white. of.
"You're here," Dr. Jiang smiled, "Come in, what are you doing standing at the door?"
Passer-by girl A walked into the psychiatrist's office, glanced at the words "Jiang's Psychological Consultation Room" from the corner of her eye, but her eyes were calm and unwavering—then she sat down on the sofa opposite Dr. Jiang and looked at the words in his hand. phone, and asked softly, "Are you watching the news too?"
"Yeah, I'm reading, what is the problem of the decline of traditional paper media now? Thinking about it, it seems to be the same. When I used to eat, there was always a pile of used newspapers at home. Now I want to look for it, but I can't find it. After all, the news is all read on the Internet, and the news is fast, not to mention, the mobile phone is so convenient." Dr. Jiang smiled, took a notebook on the table casually, opened it, and wrote a few strokes on it, which looked like Casually said, "Don't talk about me, how are you doing recently?"
Passer-by girl A was questioned, but hesitated for a while. She nodded, shook her head again—then raised her finger and pointed to the mobile phone in Dr. Jiang's hand, and said slowly: "The person mentioned by the spokesperson of Yuanyue Club ,I know."
Dr. Jiang: "Who?"
Passer-by girl A: "The person who caused a large number of books to be recalled by Yuanyue Society, and now the entire publishing house is unable to accept them—"
Dr. Jiang: "Oh?"
There was a hint of hesitation in the black eyes of the passer-by girl, she bit her lower lip, and carefully glanced at Dr. Jiang: "It's her."
Dr. Jiang hesitated for a moment, smiled randomly, and nodded: "That friend you mentioned before."
The passer-by girl lowered her head and clasped her hands slightly on her knees. She lowered her head and showed a struggling look: "This time she did such a bad thing again. The books were recalled, her reputation was damaged, and the publishing house suffered a major blow. Crisis..."
Dr. Jiang looked at the hesitant and tense girl on the opposite sofa, and said in a gentle voice, "You know, in the first two chats we had, you spent a lot of time talking to me about your friend—she is an editor, She is enthusiastic, persistent, righteous, decisive and full of vitality, you envy her."
Passerby girl A raised her head: "But she... also did a lot of bad things, and she didn't suffer any retribution."
Dr. Jiang smiled: "This conflicts with the righteous character design."
Passerby A girl: "..."
Dr. Jiang's gaze hidden behind his glasses flickered: "My child, in fact, you just madly brought in everything around you that you thought could be included, and you imagined that she was the one who promoted the Yuanyue Society that suffered in the news this time." Editor—she is the one who caused Yuanyue Club to be lonely today—but the truth is, according to your description, your friend’s profile is not consistent, and her image keeps changing... So, do you know what I think?"
In the room, the air conditioner hummed.
Outside the window, the chirping of cicadas seemed to become blurred.
Passerby girl A's black and white pupils looked into Dr. Jiang's eyes with a gentle smile, and she heard him say, "I don't think this person exists."
Cold sweat broke out.
Passerby girl A slightly widened her eyes: "No, I—"
Dr. Jiang lowered his head and quickly wrote something on the notebook in his hand, without raising his head at the same time, he said: "Manic depression makes you envious of life in the sun, yearning to be with others with enthusiasm, persistence, justice, and hoping to do things by yourself. Determined and full of energy; but at the same time, you can't hide the dark side of your own malice, so you make up a person who does a lot of evil without retribution, full of contradictions-"
Passerby A girl stood up from the sofa with a "swish", her voice sounded a little flustered and anxious: "I, I, I... There is no fiction! I can call her, I have her phone, I am not lying, I can prove , I'm not delusional, I'm not getting sick—"
Dr. Jiang: "I don't mean to say that your condition is getting worse, but I just want to say that if such a person really exists, then she is nothing more than one of the existences that caused a burden in your heart. If possible, I think you can invite her to come with you. Do a 'coupletherapy (*couple therapy)'…”
"I can, I'll call her right away."
Passerby A girl anxiously took out her mobile phone while talking, dialed a certain number, and hurried to the door—the phone rang a few times before being picked up, and the person on the other side said "Hello" in a voice that sounded like Calm and deserted.
The back of the passer-by girl suddenly tensed.
"Hello? Is it Chuli? It's me. I'm at the psychiatrist. I told him about you. You did the Yuanyue Society's affairs, right? Who else could it be if it wasn't you! ——My psychiatrist And what if you are a non-existent person? Do you have time to do 'coupletherapy' with me... "
[No.]
"..."
A contemptuous sneer came from the other end of the phone.
[Your psychiatrist has such a rich imagination, why don't you write a book, and you can contribute to me after you finish writing it. ] The frivolous and mean voice sounded close to the ear, which can be called a touch of coolness in summer, [I donate a dime, can you change to a more expensive doctor instead of just looking for a barefoot fairy from the street to see you Bipolar disorder?]
"..."
[Just like that, I was in a meeting, busy, and hung up.]
The person on the other end of the phone finished being mean, and hung up the phone before the passerby A girl had time to speak again.
Call again, turn off the phone.
The passer-by girl put down her mobile phone, walked back to the counseling room, looked at the middle-aged doctor sitting on the sofa, and said in great frustration: "She turned off the phone."
The smile on Dr. Jiang's lips became clearer: "Of course, the mobile phone of a non-existent person will never be turned on."
"..."
The passer-by girl was speechless.
Looking back at the half-open door of the psychotherapy room behind him—
This seems to be the doctor with the highest score of 4.7 in Dianping!
very expensive!
... ... ... It's not some barefoot fairy on the street.
She was complaining silently in her heart. At this moment, the news notification sound in the hands of the passer-by girl vibrated. She grabbed the phone and looked at it, and found two new news that were pushed in continuously——
[The authors of the magazine's collective departure announced the suspension of cooperation, and the best-selling magazine "Moonlight" under the "Yuanyue Society" announced that it will officially stop publishing next month.]
…
[The original serial writer of "Moonlight" magazine and the well-known domestic oriental fantasy writer "Sun Chuan" took the lead in publishing a statement on Weibo: I don't want to write it, so I don't write it. Although it is a serial, it is strange that I didn't ask to sign the so-called serial Contract, so come and go freely. In line with the attitude of being responsible to readers, the next stories that were originally serialized in "Moonlight" magazine will be written on Weibo as a platform one after another. Please rest assured and look forward to it.]
Passerby A girl: "..."
really.
That's what Churi would do.
Can be the icing on the cake.
It can be a timely assistance.
can also be…
Kill them all.
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March 2013.
The light rain is falling, and the winter in the south seems to be extraordinarily cold this year.
Just after the Spring Festival, major companies and units have started a new round of recruitment—and for most students majoring in Chinese language and literature, the most explosive recruitment news is that the leading domestic publishing industry "Yuanyue Society" actually released this year There are a large number of recruitment places, so on the day of the interview, even if it is a non-working day on weekends, the science and technology business park where the head office of Yuanyue Society is located is inevitably crowded with people and very lively.
"Hey! Have you heard that the expansion of the enrollment of Yuanyue Club seems to be because the company is going to be listed, and in order to have a good valuation, it needs to expand the staff size."
"It seems that the scope of business will also expand, so there are so many new positions. In the past, Yuanyue Society was more inclined to do traditional literature, but now it also wants to get a piece of fiction books..."
"Oh my god, isn't the fiction class always being done by Xindun Publishing House, Yuanyue Club is trying to grab a job—"
"Shh! Keep your voice down, I heard that corresponding to the traditional literary monthly magazine "Star Trail", Yuanyue Society has also published a new monthly youth fiction book called "Moonlight". It's time, and I have invited Hiukawa..."
"Oh my god, Riuchuan, is it the Riuchuan I know, the one who wrote "Oriental Charming Records"?! He cooperated with Yuanyue Society!!!!"
"exactly… "
A considerable number of young people gathered outside the meeting hall of the Yuanyue Society. They held interview waiting number plates in their hands and apparently just met them. At this time, groups of three or four gathered together and whispered—such conversations were heard at the end of the corridor. The sound of "cracking" wheels rolling on the ground was interrupted!
Everyone raised their heads curiously, so they saw at the end of the corridor at a glance, a young girl with short hair and a slender figure in her early twenties. Her skin was fair, probably because her cheeks were slightly red because of running, and the tip of her small and upright nose was also slightly red. Red from the cold, the facial features are exquisite, but they are unexpectedly useless when put together, except for those black and white eyes, which are extremely bright, revealing a hint of loveliness and vividness.
In such cold weather, she was wearing high-heeled boots, a short skirt, and only a long windbreaker. She was as thin as the suitcase she was dragging behind her... At this time, she was holding a sheet of paper in one hand. After filling out the resume form, the other dragged a huge suitcase and rushed to the staff of Yuanyue Society who issued the interview number plate, stood still, let out a long breath and smiled: "Sorry, the train station is here." There is a traffic jam on the road, I am a fresh graduate of the Department of Chinese Language and Literature who is here for an interview, please give me a number plate."
The sound is clean and crisp.
The staff member who issued the number plate was stunned, raised his hand and looked at his watch, and found that she had not exceeded the interview time limit, so he readily handed her the number plate at the back, and when handing over the name plate number, quickly She glanced at the resume in her hand... This glance was too hasty, and she only had time to see the column of the name, with two huge words written: Chuli.
— This slender girl who looks harmless to humans and animals on the surface has a name that matches her image, called Chuli.
Chu Li received the number plate, and under the silent gaze of the people around her, she showed a clear smile and nodded to the staff who issued the number plate, then led the box to the corner as if no one else was there, and found an empty one. chair sit down—
The moment she sat down, the smile on her face disappeared, replaced by the excitement and nervousness in her eyes. Chu Li took out her mobile phone, logged into her mobile phone Q, and quickly found a guy named [The Missing Mr. L] , fingers typing quickly—
[The sailor invited by the monkey: I'm at the interview unit! The dead driver pretended not to know the road and wanted to take a detour, which made me almost late. I turned on the navigation directly, and turned the volume of the mobile phone amplifier to the loudest-turn left 300 meters ahead-hahahahaha I see where he dared to drive-ahhh But now everyone around me is looking at me like a monster...]
As she spoke, she raised her head, her calm eyes sweeping around.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, looked back secretly.
Chuli hooked the corners of his lips, bowed his head contentedly and continued typing—
[The sailor invited by the monkey: It's like never seeing a beautiful girl in a windbreaker.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Do you think that among the people who secretly looked at me are some big figures like the editor-in-chief of the publishing house, pretending to be the interviewer, breaking into the interviewee, and then deciding to watch it by himself Good seedlings on the Internet—Chicken Soup Magazine writes like this...]
At this point, Chu Li seemed to have thought of something, cleared his throat, straightened his waist, stood up, and pretended to look around calmly... Chu Li waited patiently for a while, but he didn't wait for the person named [Disappeared] Mr. L's reply, curled her lips a little bored, guessing that the other party might be messing around again, she curled her lips, and stuffed the phone back into her pocket.
Sitting on the chair, the position of the first ceremony is facing the conference hall for interviews, which makes it convenient for her to stare at a pair of black and white eyes, watching batches of interviewers coming in and out—
This person took a stack of resumes and distributed his resume as a flyer
Oh, this young lady is good-looking, what kind of editor should she be, she will surpass Liu Yifei in minutes after acting in a TV series...
I rely on this box of something-I rely on a box of "Star Trail" magazines-I am amazing my brother, the routine is deep, a strong competitor!
…
At the beginning, Li continued to evaluate the 32nd interviewer with a deadpan expression, he was more like a bodybuilder than a text editor, and an hour and ten minutes had passed, the staff member who gave her the number plate just now finally called When she got to her account—Chu Li stood up, only to realize that the surroundings were eerily quiet, and the only person left for this round of interviews... was her alone.
Embarrassedly smiling with the staff who called the number, Chu Li raised her hand and knocked on the closed meeting room door, and when she heard the voice of "Please come in" from inside, she pushed the door and walked in...
After submitting the resume, I saw from the corner of my eye that the five interviewers present were all in a lack of interest, with impatient faces like I was so tired of working overtime on weekends and rushing home for dinner.
First ceremony: "..."
Indifferent interviewer... It seems that the beginning of Japanese TV dramas is like this
Calm down, don't panic.
Hold your head high and hold your chest high.
Chu Li sat down on the chair, looked at the interviewers sitting opposite her, and quickly ran through their possible identities in her mind - but it was useless, in her eyes, everyone was It's the boss.
Chu Li had no choice but to stare at one of the bosses who still had a slight smile on his face and began to introduce himself. After the basic information, he began to sing about how much he loved traditional literature and "Star Trail" magazine. When he was excited, he stood up. Announced to the interviewers enthusiastically: "If I can have the opportunity to work in Yuanyue Club, even if one is only 8... no, 1,500 yuan! I will be willing to die!"
... Fifteen hundred yuan a month in this broken city is only worthy of living in the sewer.
But these are all routines.
How can a publishing house as big as Yuanyueshe be willing to give its employees only 1,500 a month
Chu Li always felt that the interviewer should be moved by her enthusiasm according to the routine of Japanese TV dramas, but what he didn't expect was that as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the one sitting on the far right with the most ruthless expression from beginning to end, Chu Li was suspicious Did she fall asleep? The interviewer asked casually: "One thousand and five is too low, can you do it at one thousand and eight?"
Chu Li: "... ...... ?"
As soon as the female interviewer's words came out, it might be that Chu Li was caught off guard by the bewilderment on her face and it was too late to take it back. Anyway, the remaining four interviewers "quacked" and laughed—
Chu Li suddenly felt that none of the drivers and interviewers he met today were good people.
But that didn't stop her from nodding, smiling and saying a few words that might have another meaning: "One thousand and eight? I'll do it."
…
Ten minutes later, as the last interviewer, Chu Li walked out of the conference room—at this time, the outside was even more deserted than before she entered the conference room. The interviewers also walked out with the interviewer's information, chatting and disbanding in twos and threes.
Chu Li took a few steps forward, and when she turned her head, she found that she was the only one left in the corridor.
On the big weekend, the entire office building of Yuanyue Club was so empty that a ghost could be picked out from the corner——Adhering to the basic concept of "everyone is coming", Chu Li did not rush to leave, but slowed down his pace. Dragging the box, she prepared to read the publishing house that accompanied her growth with various publications, from "Little King of Stories" in elementary school to "Star Trail" in college.
—In the interview, she talked a lot and was talking nonsense on the spot, but she liked Yuanyue Club, so she wasn't lying.
Chu Li looked here and there, probed his head, and was excited when he walked past several offices with posters of "Star Trail" magazines. In an office, and in this office, the lights are on and the door is half open.
Is there someone in there
Chu Li shrank her neck, thinking that it would be impolite to disturb other people's work, and was about to turn around and run away with her suitcase, when she accidentally caught a glimpse of a huge blackboard at the door from the corner of her eye—there were various stickers on the blackboard. There are various promotional posters of a magazine named "Moonlight", and chalk is written on the blackboard. "The oriental fantasy god 'Hikawa' has joined, and the luxurious lineup of authors is not to be missed." "Hikawa's annual masterpiece" "Star Trails" "Series of books "Moonlight" is shocking" and other messy promotional slogans...
Hikawa
This person was acquainted for the first time, and not only did he know him, but he was also his little fan.
This guy became famous at the age of seventeen with a copy of "Oriental Charm Records". At the age of twenty-one, he officially became a top writer of oriental fantasy themes in China. He is young, handsome (legendary), and wealthy. Miao Hong's son of a scholarly family, his father is a member of a certain provincial writers' association, and the most terrible thing is that this young man has such a good personality...
It is known as Wenrun Ruyu Gongzichuan.
Thus, Hirokawa conquered a truckload of girl fans with his legendary handsome face and gentle personality like a golden retriever; and then conquered another truckload of teenagers with his writing skills.
Chuli likes this author, thinking that if he can really join Yuanyue Club in the future, maybe he can see the true face of Hirokawa God and get a signed photo or something... Thinking of this, Chuli held the box and laughed twice, After masturbating, she was about to turn around and leave, but at the same time she turned around, she heard a angry roar from the office—
"First open 32,000 prints to test the water'? Try! Try! Water! Are you brave enough to say it again?! Beggar for me?!"
Chuli: "???"
First ceremony: "..."
Black question mark face.