Light Snow to Beginning of Spring GL

"What's the matter, Mr. Song?" He Xueyan knew that he usually wouldn't call to chat, and Song Li was more reliable than those messy people.

An anxious voice came from Song Li's phone: "Xue Yan, why did you and Yan Fei ask for leave?"

"My dad fell, and the doctor told him to stay in the hospital for observation, and Yan Fei's sister went to see her when she was sick." He Xueyan explained to him, "What's the matter with you?"

On the other end of the phone, Song Li started to talk about the whole story: "I have finished reading the manuscript you gave me to Bai Chen, and I have almost finished the revision. You said that you gave it to me in private after all, do you want to see it yourself? Yes. The editor-in-chief asked me yesterday why I didn’t see any news of your revision, saying that he is waiting for you to revise it, and we will have to go to the development conference soon, so we can’t leave a good meal empty.”

He Xueyan took a deep breath, and forgot all about it.

Ever since Song Li dragged Yan Fei away to play that day, she couldn't remember what the manuscript was.Now that I mentioned it, after all, she still works, and was hesitating, Song Li said: "If you can't make it through, I'll take a taxi to take you there. Anyway, you can take a look at it anyway, lest I make a bad change, leave it to me." The editor-in-chief is still scolding you."

That's right.

After thinking about it for a while, He Xueyan still agreed: "Then you send it, I'll take a look here, and I don't need to change it when it's done."

"Success. It's done." Song Li nodded again and again, and asked the old man's ward clearly as if he had received an imperial edict.

As soon as the phone was hung up, He Xueyan began to regret again. It was wrong for her to recruit Song Li.

This is the end of the matter, so let's do this first.

I was with my parents all morning, when it was almost noon, Song Li knocked on the door.He Xueyan was wondering why he came so late.As a result, when the door was opened, Song Li had never been dressed so neatly in his life.The head is the head, the feet are the feet, wearing suits and leather shoes, and leading fruits and flowers...

"Xueyan, I'll drop by to deliver the manuscript and see your dad." Song Like smiled politely, walked in with his waist bowed and greeted the old lady: "Mr. Xu!"

Seeing the young people in the unit, the old lady Xu always smiled kindly: "Isn't this Xiao Song? Sit down quickly, why bother to come to see her father and me."

Song Li handed the flowers and fruits to He Xueyan, pulled a chair across from the old lady, sat down and nodded his head like a report: "I'm relieved when I heard Xueyan say on the phone that it was a false alarm." Le: "Xueyan gave me a new writer's manuscript a few days ago. I finished editing and sent it to her for review. She thought it was good, so I handed it over to the editor-in-chief."

After all, the old lady was the former editor-in-chief, and she laughed and said: "You are the editor-in-chief, and you have been leading her all the time, why is she still instructing you?" After a pause, she said: "Xue Yan, what's going on with you. "

Song Li was clever, and immediately changed his words: "It's not Xueyan's business, the editor-in-chief wanted Xueyan to revise this manuscript, but I also thought the manuscript was good, so I insisted on it from Xueyan. Take care of my emotions."

He Xueyan let out a sigh of relief, feeling that something was wrong, so she quickly stopped her: "Mr. Song, you are busy too, please give me the manuscript, and I will reply you after reading it in the past two days. If you are busy, you should go back first."

Come here, get dressed for two hours, and spend a lot of money on shopping.

What a waste of time to go.Song Li hesitated and was not happy, He Xueyan said angrily: "My parents like to be quiet, and this ward can't handle people, why don't you go to the next door with me, let's discuss the manuscript."

When he heard that he was not leaving, Song Li hurriedly got up and took out a stack of papers from his bag: "It's all here, Xueyan, read it first."

Before He Xueyan reached out to take it, the old lady was sitting on the sofa, but this time she smiled on a whim and said: "Xiao Song, I won't give it to her, let me see it first. What kind of draft, you all like this I love to watch it, and grab it like a baby."

"Mom, your eyesight is bad, why are you looking at these things?" He Xueyan's scalp was numb, and she wished she could slap herself, why did she always do this kind of thing that hit her feet with stones.

Song Li was still stubborn. Hearing that the old lady wanted to read the manuscript he had revised, he was as excited as a fan seeing Ronaldo. He held up the manuscript and passed by. He Xueyan didn't stop him. Song Li smiled all over his face and walked to the old lady. Sitting: "Boss Xu depends on the blessings of the author's eight lifetimes of cultivation! You see, I can't say how good I think it is, it is fresh, the writing is clean, and the emotion is full."

Holding a stack of papers in her hand, the old lady held on to her reading glasses and smiled at her husband on the bed: "It's not easy to do these things, isn't it Chongqing? Let's take a look, now the writing is good What is the draft of the young man?"

"Mom, the writing is not very good, but it's rotten, don't stain your eyes." He Xueyan was in a hurry, and couldn't reach out to grab it, so she could only grit her teeth and hate Song Li, a pig.

Song Li was still in a good mood, just trying to make the old lady happy: "Xue Yan is modest, always like this every time. Mr. Xu, read it first. If you want to change it, I have a pen here. Once you make a move, this book will definitely become a hit." He took out the red pen and handed it to the old lady.

He Xueyan didn't get mad at him for the elm.

The old lady may have been too tired to read the manuscript for too long. She has been the editor-in-chief all her life and has been revising the manuscript for others.Song Li kept on boasting, the old lady took the pen and really looked at it seriously.Xueyan kept a dark face and said nothing, so she had no choice but to scold Song Li in her heart.

Bai Chen's manuscript wasn't too long, and the old lady had a good eye for it, so she finished it in less than half a day.

With an oh, he took off his reading glasses, and took a red pen to write a few words first.

The article is refreshing.

The calligraphy is excellent, and once you write a batch like this, the manuscript is worth a lot of money.

Song Li's eyes were straightened, and he bowed his head and waited for the old lady to speak as if he was listening to the teaching. The old lady said calmly, "Xiao Song, I'm not talking about you. It's your advantage if you're good at learning, but you can't be good at learning." This is a more serious study. The original author is still the main body in the revision of the manuscript. You must first understand what he means, and help him better. Don’t think that he is not as good as you, so let him change it to your meaning .Look at how clever this manuscript is. You crossed out all the good jokes from other people, and you can’t translate them in French. It’s fine if you don’t flip them hard and just keep it, it’s natural.”

"Mr. Xu is right, I'll change it." Song Li was quite embarrassed, scratching his head, and quickly invited He Xueyan to sit over: "Xueyan, I said I can't change it, you see it's a joke... Mr. Xu laughed You should discuss it with Mr. Xu..."

He Xueyan was in no mood.

The old lady smiled when she saw a good manuscript: "Who is the author? The writing is a bit interesting." She lowered her head and flipped through the manuscript: "Look at this paragraph, thinking of the person she likes going to church to chat with the pastor , but don’t directly talk about feelings, but talk about the differences in Chinese and French food culture. Every word and every sentence is thinking about the person you like, and the writing is sophisticated and not glib, written by a smart person.”

He Xueyan remained silent.Song Li was the first to say: "Bai Chen is a female doctor who studied in France, and she is not yet 30 years old, but she is also pretty."

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, that's a good thing." The old lady smiled, looked at He Xueyan and said, "You also think that Xiao Song can't change it? He changed and ruined this manuscript, and he must feel distressed."

Song Li blushed, and He Xueyan took a deep breath and had a headache.

"I have another way, that is, if there is something uncertain when making changes, I call the original author and ask him about his original intentions, so as not to misinterpret the meaning of others." The old lady taught the younger generation, holding the manuscript and flipping through it Page in French, said with a smile, "If you're not sure like this, since she hasn't translated and is willing to write in French, it's not good if you force her to translate. Is this draft urgent?"

"No rush." ​​He Xueyan was afraid of being in a hurry, she could recruit Bai Linyu on the spot.

The old lady was holding the manuscript, with a smile on her face, and she was used to it after working hard: "It just so happens that we are also idle in the hospital, so let that girl come over, I will take a look at her, talk to her by the way, and I will finish the revision for her." .”

There was a pillar, He Xueyan, who was hit and killed on the spot. "Mom, can you take a break?"

Shaking her head, the old lady looked at her quite naively: "I'm not tired. Besides, let's talk about the draft, and your father will also relieve his boredom. He loves listening to it the most, doesn't he?"

Her father also faltered and mixed in.

Song Li felt that he had done a good job, so he blindly flattered him and made a call when he touched his mobile phone. He Xueyan felt that they were all crazy.

Bai Linyu was drinking tea at home, and Song Li couldn't stop talking on the phone.After weighing it, Bai Linyu certainly knows what He Xueyan's mother does. A famous master, not just anyone can meet just by saying they see each other, and she can also contribute to the revision.For this matter, I have to go to see the old lady.

Song Lifei spit at Xingzi, and He Xueyan was going to be sick if he continued to flatter, so he snatched his phone and answered the phone by himself: "Mr. Bai, my mother told you to come over, come on, but if you are too busy Come and we understand."

Hearing her voice, Bai Linyu sighed, and spoke after a few seconds: "I really want to hear the opinions and teachings of Editor-in-Chief Xu. But, do you think it's suitable for me to go there?"

……

Huihui can always throw the question back.

There was still a smog outside the window, which made it difficult for people to breathe and feel blocked.He Xueyan hated the weather to death, she pursed her lips and finally said reluctantly: "Then you come over, just chat about the draft."

Of course Bai Linyu understood what she meant, and nodded, "I'll just talk about the manuscript."

After hanging up the phone, He Xueyan was surrounded by a particularly defeated mood.Really, a complete failure.

She's always the one to throw in the towel first.

There is nothing wrong with losing.

After all, in her anxious mood, Bai Linyu appeared in the afternoon with her bag on her back. She was still the same person, with the same outstanding and confident appearance.

He Xueyan remained silent, led her to the bed, and introduced her: "Mom, this is Bai Chen."

Bai Linyu bowed and said hello: "Mr. Xu."

The old lady looked at her glasses, smiled and said kindly: "Okay, you are also good. No matter how you look at it, it still looks familiar." After a pause: "Why do you look like you have seen it before?"

Bai Linyu smiled, if you say I met him at your house, it must have been seven or eight years ago.He Xueyan interrupted: "Where have you seen it before? Your eyes are dazzled."

Bai Linyu could only smile, "This is the first time I've seen you."

"Then there is fate." Song Li was still curious.

The old lady also loves fate. Seeing that the child is also polite, she called her to sit down, and chatted with her all over the world with the manuscript. Of course, the old lady is very knowledgeable, and Bai Linyu is not a doctor of Bai Nian. We also had a good chat.With the addition of Song Li's intervention, a whole drama really came out.It's all abstruse literary theory.

He Xueyan had a headache, so his father poured tea and fed him water beside him.Let them make trouble as they please, and it can become anything else.

Regarding the manuscript, the old lady really changed it.

The ward was so big that it was not easy for a group of people to squeeze in and disturb her. He Xueyan led the two of them out of the ward, and the old lady read to the old man while talking to herself and corrected it by herself, enjoying it.

In the aisle, Song Li flaunted to He Xueyan: "It's been a long time since I heard that Mr. Xu is going to read the manuscript, so today is a good day." It meant that it was thanks to him for coming.

He Xueyan didn't even want to hum, and squinted at him: "Her eyesight is not good, and I usually don't let her see it."

The flattery started, and Song Li didn't like it: "Then Mr. Xu finally feels itchy when he sees a good manuscript, so it's okay to show her."

"What's nothing? Are you responsible for the pain in her eyes? Besides, what does it have to do with you? The manuscript is also Bai Chen's. Why did you make a decision on your own and leave it to my mother?" He Xueyan didn't hold back.

"Xueyan, don't be angry, I was too excited to see Mr. Xu. Besides, Mr. Xu said he wanted to see it, I have nothing to do..." Song Li softened when he saw her lose his temper. He answered without winking: "I am responsible and I am responsible. If it doesn't work, I will go to the prescription and prescribe some eye drops for her."

"Are you kidding?" He Xueyan couldn't do anything when he met a stupid person. Many people in the corridor looked back. He Xueyan was a thin-faced person who couldn't quarrel in front of others. Song Li also felt very embarrassed when he quarreled. She looked at him That shrunken look, moving his lips or apologizing: "I'm sorry, my dad is sick and I'm in a bad mood. I have to thank you for coming. There's nothing else to do now. You can go."

Song Li was tall and thin standing beside her, with a disappointed look on his face, but he still didn't give up: "I'll wait for Mr. Xu to finish editing the manuscript..."

Bai Linyu kept a little distance away from the two of them. Seeing Song Li's entanglement, she went over and pulled Song Li aside, and said a few words to Song Li. He Xueyan watched from a distance, seeing Song Li nodding his head repeatedly. Smiling with Bai Linyu, and finally waved goodbye to He Xueyan as if thinking about it, and left happily for some reason.

He Xueyan was puzzled, but she really couldn't ask Bai Linyu over there, how did she give Song Li this elm-headed ecstasy soup.There was a distance between the two of them, He Xueyan held her back with her lips pursed, Bai Linyu cast her eyes on her, and suddenly smiled.

In the corridor with people coming and going, He Xueyan felt that she was so stupid, and wished she could tear her smile apart.