Love on the left bank, you on the right bank

Suddenly there was the sound of whirling leaves in my ears.

I opened my eyes, and suddenly saw a place that was so familiar but so strange. I looked at the empty classroom, and suddenly couldn't remember where it was...

On the podium, it seemed that someone was writing on the blackboard with his back to me.I squinted my eyes to see who that person was, but I was unable to step forward.

Shouting almost at the top of his lungs, the man turned a deaf ear, even though I didn't know who it was...

"Xiao Zuo, it's time for you to get up." The person who squinted and tried to see clearly suddenly became clear, and it seemed that something was different...

"Wake me up!" A burst of pain came close to the roaring female voice, instantly waking me up.Looking at the angry face in front of me, I jumped up from my seat with a look of horror, "Wei Weiwei, Queen Ann...you, why are you here?"

Wei'an put her arms around her chest and smiled darkly, "Very good, I slept so sweetly, and you know who I am?" I squeezed my cold sweat and rubbed against her side as if apologizing, "Lord Wei'an has a lot, don't follow me!" I care about it ~ I got two o'clock in school yesterday..."

Wei An pushed me away with a look of disdain, and then I was punched. "Dare to sleep in my publishing house, I don't think you are bored anymore."

I scratched my head, I could only smirk and muddle through. "This trick is useless." Woohoo, Wei An still saw through it.

At this time, the colleague who was laughing unconscionably beside me was finally willing to speak up for me: "Wei An, Xiao Zuo really worked overtime at the company yesterday and stayed late at school, so let her go?"

I was so grateful that I burst into tears, I almost didn't kneel down to thank my colleagues!Wei'an snorted, grabbed my ear, and dragged me into her office. While I wailed and heard the laughter of my colleagues, I almost cried without tears!

"Sit down obediently." I obediently sat down on the sofa, rubbed my sore ear and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"Didn't Peixuan tell you yet?" Wei An said as she turned to make coffee, "The vendor is going to deliver physical books this evening."

"Whose physical book?" Looking at Wei An's slender back, it is actually pleasing to the eye, provided that she is not a grumpy queen...

"Of course it's yours." Wei An turned around and sat beside me with two cups of coffee. "It's been two weeks since it was printed. Whose is the one that isn't yours?"

I took the coffee, it was a strong black coffee. "That's it...that's right." He looked down at the black coffee in his hand, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

"I thought your hesitation was because you didn't dare to drink black coffee." Wei An said lightly.

"It used to be, but there was a man who taught me how to drink black coffee. He was a very good barista, about... eight years ago." Counting the days, I think it should be right.

"Eight years, that's a long time." Wei An took a sip and said casually, "I've read the story that will be published soon."

I am slightly taken aback. "Aren't you also busy with the book signing event in mainland China recently? And the one in Malaysia..."

"That's right, I read it on the plane." How long ago did this woman get the book?

"Is that so...it shouldn't be too bad, right?" I looked out the window in the office. Today is a fine day. "At least Peixuan and the others passed the manuscript, and it's been more than half a year..."

"Not bad." Vivian paused for a few seconds, and continued: "Every writer has a story in his heart, and the tears of those stories are sometimes unspeakable, so if it is written, either the wound is healed, or it is already ready. The smile faded away. What about you? Which one are you?"

I was quiet for a few seconds, and then said, "I'm not a writer yet, just an ordinary writer, luckier than the average person."

"Is that so?" Wei An stood up and walked to the desk, ""Love on the Left Bank" is very good, this is my review."

I froze.

"I don't know how true this story is. Even if it's just a story, I'm still moved by it." Wei An bowed her head and said while reading the manuscript, "I remember only seeing the first third of the story. Impulsive to come, I ran to Hong Kong to pull you here, it seems that my investment is right now.”

"You are Wei Anye, how could your vision be wrong?" I laughed out loud, seeing the confident smile on the corner of Wei An's mouth, I couldn't help laughing.

Wei An, a well-known domestic writer.Some people say that her talent and literary talent are like a fairy, every moment of writing is quick and accurate, unique and firmly grasping the hearts of the readers, making readers unable to stop, unable to tell the sweetness and bitterness of it, just—— want to keep reading.

Regardless of prose, novels, new poems, or even photography, they all enjoy a high reputation. As a few of the best "writers" who have become rich because of "writers", they have only been writing for five years, but they already have a pivotal position in the literary world.

The famous work was the first published short story, which won the "Newcomer Award" in one fell swoop, and the novels serialized on the Internet swept across the Taiwan Strait. So far, "Vianne" has become the most popular and popular writer among young people nowadays, and has begun to enter the literary world.

This is Wei An, the "Queen Writer" whose popularity has swept across Asia.

And this queen writer is my boss, no...it shouldn't be exactly right, although I only have a contract writer with her, that contract is like a prostitution contract, and that's how I got to know this Grumpy Queen writer.

Eight years, neither long nor short, have changed many, many things...

I still remember that the topic of the composition in elementary school was "My Dream".

At that time, I wrote this sentence without hesitation──I want to be as good a teacher as my mother.My father was rarely at home since he was a child, and my elder sister has been living abroad. My childhood memory is to read and write with my mother.

She is a very, very gentle mother, even though she has been away from me for more than ten years, I will never forget her in my heart.

After a few years, instead of being a teacher, I became an amateur writer.I say it’s an amateur because I’m working as a grassroots employee in my dad’s company, and my elder sister has been studying hard since she graduated from university. Now she’s finally promoted to general manager. Dad feels gratified and I’m proud.

I don't have the stamina of my older sister, so I'm still just a grassroots employee, but my life is not bad, at least I have no problems. I really feel that I am very happy now.

Although I am far away from my childhood dream, there is one person who has realized his dream, and that is Xu Haicen.

After graduating from high school, Xu Haicen and I separated as agreed, and became a "family" closer than a lover.She is doing well now, traveling the world, sending me postcards, and looking at her in the pictures makes me happy.

The world doesn't stop because of one person's grief, and we all have to move on from our memories.

Xu Haicen would occasionally come back to Taiwan to visit me, and the first thing he did when he came back was to throw me 91 yuan and drive me to make coffee.Someone once asked the meaning of 91 yuan, and I would smile at Xu Haicen.

In those most youthful years, what remained were fond memories.

Even though we have suffered, cried, and regretted, we have made it step by step.I am no longer the 17-year-old Xiao Zuo, I have reached the age of a woman, and my occasional misses and occasional sadness have turned into warm words.

Those words, I am now trying to move people who have read this story.

Also, the guy on the right bank.

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For the story of Wei An, you can watch "The Queen's Writer and the Unknown Newcomer"