howling breath

Lin Lang met [Huarong Yuexia] when he participated in a literature competition in his freshman year.

That competition has achieved a number of first-line youth literature authors.

Basically, if you perform well in the re-examination and win an award, you can smoothly sign into the writer's agency or publishing company and get the chance to debut.

At that time, Lin Lang passed the initial test of the competition and successfully received an invitation to go to Shanghai to participate in the on-site re-test.

Originally, I could have participated. At that time, the high-speed train from Nanjing to Shanghai had already been connected.But because he was worried that a high-speed rail ticket could cover his food expenses for five or six days, and he would have to pay for accommodation and food if he went a day earlier... Lin Lang thought about it and decided to take the green leather train back and forth that day.

As a result, the green leather train was a little late that day.

After getting off the green leather train, Lin Lang couldn't bear to spend money to take a taxi, and couldn't figure out how to take the subway; until the game started, Lin Lang was still stuck near the train station, chaotic like a headless chicken.

When I went to the retest site, one-third of the game had passed, and I was no longer allowed to enter.

After failing to participate, Lin Lang went back to school in despair.

[Huarong Yuexia]'s company, Wenwen Literature, is one of the organizers of this competition.

At that time, Lin Lang left his contact information in the competition information, and his QQ was added by [Huarong Yuexia] the day after the competition: "Why didn't you come?"

"It was late, and I missed it." Lin Lang replied honestly.

"Buy the high-speed rail."

"No money."

"Okay - the manuscript for the first test was well written, and I will arrange for you to write the manuscript later. OK?"

At that time, Lin Lang felt that [Hua Rong Yue Xia] was a ray of dawn.

After that, during his college time, Lin Lang could receive some manuscripts from [Huarong Yuexia] every month.

At the price of fifty thousand words, he helped write columns or small plans for Wen Wen's various magazines, and Lin Lang was willing to work hard, and he could earn enough food money in a month.At that time, new media was not so developed, and many celebrities wanted to break into the youth market, so they all cooperated with youth literature magazines; Lin Lang wrote such a manuscript that praised artists, and the editor paid him eighty thousand words.

Without him, it can be said that Lin Lang would not be able to survive today.

When following Editor Hua into the hotel, Lin Lang was still regretting that he had "not rated highly" of this "fat middle-aged man" just now—Editor Hua was fat and naive, and his actions were occasionally offensive. Maybe he was just too enthusiastic.

He is about... as kind as Tang Yushu.

Lin Lang thought about it, and began to worry about how he should behave in a video interview to appear generous and decent, and how to answer the editors' questions so that the company would be more willing to sign him...

If my first debut work sells well, I will also invite Tang Yushu to eat rice noodles and barbecue; during the holidays, I can also book a scenic spot hotel and invite Tang Yushu to travel together; Driver's license, grabbed the handlebar from Tang Yushu's hand one day, straddled onto the motorcycle and said to Tang Yushu, "Go and sit in the back!", which surprised him.

Lin Lang was so stupid thinking about these childish things that he didn't notice the elevator arriving.

Sensing that he was in a daze, Editor Hua affectionately hugged Lin Lang's back and urged him: "Let's go, little fool."

Although he still can't get used to the interaction method of "Dawn" people like them, Lin Lang thinks that they are very nice.

The hotel that Editor Hua stayed in was also very high-end, and the interior decoration was not inferior to the one Tang Yushu took him to stay in last time.

That's right, in a location like Chunxi Road where every inch of land is very expensive, the hotel's customers are also aimed at "rich people".

Lin Lang tried his best to look generous, and sat down on the sofa by the window.

Editor Hua looked at his appearance in the mirror at the door, covered his mouth and turned his head to smile: "Oh, oh, look, I'm sweating... my chest is wet! I'm so sorry. You sit and drink first." Get some water. That’s right! I brought Zhao Yanyan’s new book—the one you wrote. It’s on the bedside table, take a look first. I’ll take a shower, soon!”

After speaking, he turned to the bathroom.

Shower?Lin Lang let out an "oh".

also.

It's just that Tang Yushu was still waiting for him outside, basking in the evening sun...

Editor Hua undressed freely in the bathroom partitioned by translucent frosted glass. His voice was covered with a layer of reverberation like "magic sound around the beam" by the structure of the bathroom, and he said with a smile: "Ouch!" I have a lot of problems—I’m afraid that when I have a video interview with my colleagues, I won’t look good when I’m dirty!"

Lin Lang smiled cautiously in response.

After laughing, he felt that it was unnecessary, and he couldn't look at it.

While waiting for him to take a shower, Lin Lang touched Zhao Yanyan's new book from the bedside table and shook it in his hand—it was very heavy, and it was the weight of the words he wrote.

Zhao Yanyan's new book is composed of more than thirty love essays, interspersed with some beautiful photos of her.

Lin Lang flipped the pages of the book, looking at every printed type in the book, he found it very beautiful.

I touched the characters carefully, but I couldn't feel any ups and downs; but I always felt that each character had a feeling of being carefully carved - solemn and textured.

So lovely.

I know that those articles are not very nutritious, but they are all my own handwriting after all.Lin Lang stroked them, feeling like a thief, hiding in the crevices secretly and humblely stealing Zhao Yanyan's sense of accomplishment.

The pages of the new book smell like ink—people often say that new books smell bad, but every time Lin Lang smells a book—whether it’s Su Tong, Yu Hua, third-rate success studies, or those fake college entrance examination full-score composition guidance books written by himself—those The smell is very good.

Lin Lang suddenly remembered that Tang Yushu's aura, which he described as "stupid" smell, vaguely resembled this smell... Maybe he has more milky smell than the book.

If you get off in his car and tell him on the way back in a while: you smell like black ink and the smell of young pussies, he will definitely refute himself: "That's the smell of a mature man!"

Lin Lang laughed just thinking about his wrinkled eyebrows.

"How about it?"

The complacent consciousness was recalled by Hua editor.

"How's the texture of this book?" After taking a shower, he came out with a big belly and sprayed antiperspirant on a bath towel.

Lin Lang felt that he was as careless as Tang Yushu, and replied, "Very good, I'm very envious!"

"Don't envy her—she is not as talented as you, she is not as good-looking as you!" Editor Hua praised her like Tang Yushu, without restraint, very frankly.

Then he walked up to Lin Lang, and suddenly untied the towel.

Lin Lang was taken aback.

When Editor Hua laughed, his belly shook violently: "Are you scared? Hahaha! Look at me, am I wearing shorts?"

Lin Lang smiled cautiously in response.

During the video interview, editor Hua still didn't get dressed.Wearing only a pair of fat shorts, the upper body is naked, and the bath towel is draped over the shoulders-he set up the IPAD and dialed the video call of his colleagues.

After connecting, the two female editors on the opposite side didn't have any strange expressions, they seemed to be familiar with it, and even joked with him: "Sister, this is—don't scare the teacher—is this Teacher Lin Lang?"

They called this middle-aged man's sister.Lin Lang was a little confused for a moment.

"Hello."

Lin Lang tried to respond generously, but he felt a little embarrassed after saying hello.

Fortunately, Editor Hua is not embarrassed: "Hey, did you see it with your own eyes? Lin Lang is really handsome! Refreshing and salty, I'm almost tempted!"

Lin Lang laughed.

He let him sit next to him with the hot air mixed with the pungent scent of antiperspirant.When I rubbed my wet hair, water droplets splashed on the left side of my face.

Lin Lang moved a few inches to the right indiscriminately.

Then the opposite side of the video praised Lin Lang one after another.

What those people said was nice and obedient, but Lin Lang really couldn't digest such violent kindness in a short time.

I feel like a monkey being watched...

After thinking this way, Lin Lang secretly scolded himself for not being able to stand on the stage: Zoom in more!

After all, Lin Lang still felt a little awkward during the video interview—from the two female editors at the beginning, to the later when they greeted their friends: "Come and see Teacher Lin Lang!"

"Who is Teacher Lin Lang?"

"Lin Lang—the "Porches" and "North Star" magazine that wrote about your group."

"Oh... oh oh!"

The people who came to see Lin Lang on the opposite side changed from group to group, and Lin Lang was unable to say a word from the beginning to the end.

On the contrary, Editor Hua has been acting like a host, serving as a bridge of communication between colleagues and Lin Lang—helping people to praise Lin Lang for his good looks, and helping people ask how old Lin Lang is?Have you ever had a girlfriend?Do you mind your boyfriend?

He also laughed and scolded the colleagues on the opposite side of the video: "Don't try to get involved with him!"

After laughing dryly for a long time, Lin Lang really couldn't take it anymore, the embarrassment quickly climbed up his neck from the back, and his whole body went numb.

I feel that I am not only like a monkey being watched, but also like a duck being played with in a nightclub.

Fortunately, when he could barely hold back and wanted to escape, Editor Hua braked the car in time and hung up the video call.

After hanging up the phone, Editor Hua introduced: "Those two are members of my team, and I'm the general manager. Hey... You also know that the paper media industry is at the end of the day... Look at Zhao Yanyan—he is An Internet celebrity is valuable if she has traffic, and someone is willing to pay for her book. She was originally the author in charge of another group, and I spent a lot of effort to get it from my colleagues! The book is a springboard to raise her own value, she is going to act this year."

No wonder I don't have time to learn to write by myself.

"I really want to promote some of my own authors..." He put away the PAD as he said, and suddenly touched Lin Lang's hand, "Do you want to consider mixing with me?"

Lin Lang squeezed a smile: "Okay..."

"That's it - you want to mess with me and treat me as your own! Look, why are you nervous now? You don't look like your own!" Editor Hua patted the back of Lin Lang's subconsciously shrunken hand in a coquettish manner.

After being slapped like this, Lin Lang's whole body became stiff.

Editor Hua saw it, and laughed again: "Relax!" As he spoke, he reached out to Lin Lang's back and patted Lin Lang fiercely.

The fat breasts squeezed to Lin Lang's face.

Only now did Lin Lang understand what Editor Hua was implying to him...