four year itch

I don't know if it was because the previous days were too unsatisfactory, and even God felt that it was time to give his life some sweetness.The signing with Yunhai went so smoothly that when Ye Jia looked at the words "signed author" followed by his name in the magazine, he still thought it was a very ethereal dream.

Signing a contract is just a threshold, after which comes the real challenge. Starting to serialize an article in the column is not as simple as Ye Jia thought.

His work itself is not easy. In December, he caught up with the school final exam. He often has to work overtime until very late before going home, and then turns on the computer to write articles. It is often dawn after finishing writing.

After a few weeks like this, he even knows exactly when the supper stall closes and when the breakfast stall leaves.

I have consumed too much energy, and I can't keep up during the day. It is false to say that it will not affect my work. Even the students can tell: Teacher Ye, are you not feeling well recently?

Ye Jia always used the excuse of having a cold to prevaricate, and then continued to write repeatedly.

Sometimes when the weather is good and there is a beautiful sunrise, he will also take a picture and send it to CX330. CX330 teases him: Have you ever seen City G at four in the morning?

But the number of times has increased, and CX330 stopped joking. He advised Ye Jia to make a good choice. If you don't like your current job, being a full-time writer is also a good choice.

Ye Jia said that he wanted to think about it again.

Before the Chinese New Year, Ye Jia met Shen Qingchuan, and Shen Qingchuan took the initiative to make an appointment with Ye Jia.

The recent weather has been gloomy, and it feels like it will be depressed anytime, anywhere. Winter without the sun is like a sharp edge without a scabbard, completely exposing its cruel and sharp side.The weather forecast said that there might be a heavy snowfall before the year, and everyone secretly hoped that the snow would fall again next year.After all, when it snows, the way home will always be difficult.

The tea room is very warm, mixed with the scent of tea, and the hot air envelops the entire glass.

Ye Jia watched Alpha in front of him wash the tea twice, poured it into the justice cup, poured another cup for him, and asked, "It's almost Chinese New Year, isn't your company still on holiday?"

"Well, I only have a holiday when I am young."

"That's coming soon, the day after tomorrow will be Xiaonian." Shen Qingchuan put down the teapot, smiled, and asked concerned, "Have you bought the ticket to go home?"

"I'm not going home this year, I'm planning to bring my parents to City G for two days."

"It's good for uncles and aunts to accompany you."

Ye Jia nodded, picked up the teacup and took a sip. The fragrance of Longjing was very strong, and it tasted mellow and elegant.It's a pity that this year's new teas haven't been released yet, and the old teas are always dull and turbid, not bright enough.

Shen Qingchuan asked: "Xiaojia, your doctor told me today that you haven't been to a follow-up visit for two months."

"Well, I think there should be nothing wrong with me." Ye Jia looked innocent.

Shen Qingchuan added another cup of tea for him, and thought about the words: "Xiaojia, I think you'd better consult the doctor's opinion, the doctor said it's all right, and there's still time for you to stop taking the medicine."

What Shen Qingchuan said is correct, for all diseases, only a doctor can give the most professional opinion, and the data of various medical instruments can judge whether a person is normal or not.

But depression is not like other medical conditions.

"I think depression is actually a very personal matter. It depends first on my own feelings, then on the feelings of those around me, and finally on the doctor's opinion." Mentioning these two words again, Ye Jia had no intentions at all. The meaning of taboo, he said, "I can feel that I have healed. Dr. Shen, how do you feel?"

Shen Qingchuan looked at him silently for a while and said, "Xiao Jia, you have changed."

Ye Jia looked at him and asked, "What changed?"

Shen Qingchuan thought for a while, and seemed to be thinking of a suitable adjective: "Become confident."

"Maybe." Ye Jia smiled. If self-confidence means becoming more determined about what he wants, then he has indeed become more confident.

"By the way, I'm ready to resign."

"How can you suddenly resign after doing well?" Shen Qingchuan put down his teacup with a surprised expression.

Ye Jia said: "I signed a contract with a magazine, and now I am their columnist, and sometimes I have some drafts."

"You... When will you start?" Shen Qingchuan asked.

"Are you talking about writing articles? Or signing a contract with a magazine?"

Shen Qingchuan didn't speak, he didn't know when Ye Jia started writing articles, and he didn't know when he signed a contract with the magazine.He didn't seem to know Ye Jia very well.

"When I was studying, I always liked to write scribbles. For magazines, it was about half a year ago, and I wanted to contribute on a whim."

Ye Jia told the other party the difficulties of the past six months in the most succinct way. Regarding the biggest change in his life, he only used the four words "sudden whim", but he didn't mention the struggle and self-help after these four words.

He didn't hide it deliberately, more just couldn't talk about it.

Fortunately, Shen Qingchuan didn't ask further.

"Which magazine is it?"

"A sea of ​​clouds."

Shen Qingchuan said with a smile: "Great writer, shouldn't I first ask you for an autograph?"

Ye Jia waved his hand and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Is it because writing articles will affect work?" Shen Qingchuan asked.

"A little bit. I don't seem to be very good at doing one thing half-heartedly."

"Have you thought about it clearly?" Shen Qingchuan confirmed to him, "Or you can write for a while, and there is still time to resign."

Shen Qingchuan is right, maybe he should be more rational, first ensure a stable job, and then pursue his dreams.It's always good to be like this, Ye Jia admires such a person, but he can't become such a person.

This kind of thinking is too idealistic, and dreams and reality will conflict most of the time. He is just a flesh and blood body, and he doesn't want to make it too difficult for himself.

CX330 says: You are not defenseless.As long as you can write, you don't have to be afraid of anything.

"Yeah." Ye Jia didn't want to talk about this anymore, and changed the subject, "What about Dr. Shen? How are you going to spend the New Year?"

"If there are no accidents, I should go on a trip." Shen Qingchuan said.

"Where?"

"Bolivia, I heard that the Uyuni Salt Lake there is very beautiful."

Ye Jia had never heard of this place, so he asked, "Are you going alone?"

Shen Qingchuan shook his head: "Chen Lang said he can speak Spanish, so he can be my interpreter."

"Remember to send a photo when the time comes."

"I will."

On the day of the new year, Chen Jing and Ye Hemin came, bringing Ye Ming with them.

Xiao Nizi grew taller, her hair was cut short, and she looked more handsome. She was wearing a pink jacket, which made her face white.As soon as he entered the door, he took off his jacket, sat on the floor holding his mobile phone, and ignored it.

When Ye Jia saw the clothes, she knew that Chen Jing forced her to wear them. Children of this age just like black, white and gray. They tried desperately to get rid of their innocence, but the vigor of the girls could not be concealed by the dull colors. Live, come out from the bone.As for those who like pink, most of them are those who are aging. They desperately want to regain their youth, but the old spirit still leaks from the corners of their eyes and brows.

Ye Ming was about to take the college entrance examination in half a year, and it was rare to be able to relax. Ye Jia didn't want to control her too harshly, so she let her go.

The whole family cleaned Ye Jia's rental house inside and out together. In fact, Ye Jia had already cleaned it before Chen Jing came, but she was still criticized by Chen Jing from the inside out, and was finally labeled dirty. Tag of.Mom, it's always like this.Ye Jia listened with a smile.

After dinner, Chen Jing was washing dishes in the kitchen, Ye Hemin was smoking on the balcony, Ye Ming sneaked up next to Ye Jia: "Brother."

"Ok?"

"I threw away all the books written by Southwest Feng." Ye Ming said in a low voice, "I don't like him anymore."

Ye Jia's heart warmed up, and he didn't want to make the atmosphere too heavy, so he teased her and said, "Throw away the signed book too."

"Throw it away!" Ye Ming looked directly at him with firm eyes, as if making an oath.

Ye Jia stroked Ye Ming's hair and said softly, "It's okay."

"I didn't tell my parents about that."

"Yeah." Ye Jia felt his eyes a little sore, "Thank you, Xiaoming."

Ye Jia didn't intend to tell his parents about his resignation. He knew that Chen Jing and Ye Hemin probably wouldn't block his decision.As adults, they have always respected their decisions, but that doesn't mean they don't worry.

Wait a little longer, wait for him to be firmer, wait for the road under his feet to be clearer, he will definitely tell his parents about this solemnly, and the only thing he wants to do now is to live this year well.

This year, Xu Ruibai must be slower than before.

Fang Ziwen and Cheng Jun have no relatives long ago, and spent the past years with the tourists who stayed behind, but this year it is with Xu Ruibai.

After lunch, Xu Ruibai and Cheng Jun posted couplets under Fang Fangwen's instigation. Cheng Jun went out to answer the phone halfway, and when he came in, his expression was a little grim.

She pulled Xu Ruibai aside: "Xiaobai, the gallery just called me and someone wanted to order the two paintings they sent, but your status is embarrassing and you haven't signed the contract. It is difficult for the gallery to promote you, so the price Press lower."

"If you don't mind, 3 yuan a piece, you can open 55 with the gallery." Cheng Jun paused and continued, "If you mind, I will discuss it with the gallery."

Cheng Jun knows that Xu Ruibai's paintings must be more than this price, even if he is a fresh graduate from the Academy of Fine Arts, with a little packaging by the gallery, he can sell [-] to [-] paintings.Cheng Jun is also afraid that Xu Ruibai will have a gap in his heart.

"No, thank you Miss Jun, let's sell it." Xu Ruibai rubbed the glue on his hands and said lightly.

Cheng Jun breathed a sigh of relief: "OK."

In the afternoon, Cheng Jun and Fang Fangwen went out to buy new year's goods, and asked Xu Ruibai to take a look at the store in the past. In fact, no one would come to live in a youth hostel during the New Year's Eve, Cheng Jun just said so.

After Cheng Jun and Fang Ziwen left, the whole house became quiet, except for the sound of hot water flowing in the radiator.

Ye Jia sent him a message that he had made all the dumplings, which were fat and beautiful.Ye Jia said that he was going to eat dumplings tonight and asked him to guess what the stuffing was.He asked him what he was going to have for dinner tonight.

Xu Ruibai guessed that it was stuffed with shepherd's purse, and said that he also wanted to eat dumplings tonight.

He closed his phone, looked out the glass window, and found that it was snowing. The weather forecast had been yelling for a few days, but it still fell down on the last day of the year. The pedestrians on the road wrapped their coats tightly and walked against the wind.The snow came really suddenly, but it wasn't that annoying. It was like fluffy cream, softly covering all kinds of roads and buildings, giving the desolate and desolate winter a sweet taste.Looking at the snow in G City through the glass is very gentle, pink and continuous.

Xu Ruibai felt extremely peaceful in his heart, and he hoped that such days could last longer.

The wind chime at the door made a slight sound, and someone came to the door. Xu Ruibai stood up, thinking that it was Cheng Jun and Fang Fangwen who had returned.

"Ruibai." The visitor called him softly, the light bamboo fragrance of Omega floated in with the bitter cold air, as expected, winter is still aggressive.

It was a face he was all too familiar with, an existence that would have made people gnash their teeth even when it appeared in a dream, but when he saw this face again, it was unexpectedly indifferent.

Xu Ruibai's tone was flat: "Is there something wrong?"

"I'll take you back to celebrate the New Year." Omega said with a smile.