Have you slept enough?

Qi Jian/Text

Chapter One

The day Shi Yinmo left her third editor happened to be her twenty-third birthday.

At 11:30 in the morning, Shi Yin's third editor, who was about to resign, stood at the door, with the Buddha's light shining behind him, and a look of relief on his face that said, "My Buddha has finally emerged from the sea of ​​suffering, let's end it quickly."

The girl stood at the door holding a glass of ice-cold plum juice. She took two slow sips through the straw in her mouth. She raised her eyes and looked at her third editor with a sad expression, as if she was looking at her boyfriend who was about to break up.

: "Do you really not want me anymore? I think we have a pleasant cooperation and I like you quite a lot."

Judging from Editor Zhao's expression, he obviously didn't feel that way.

He was even frightened for a moment, and his body swayed backwards unconsciously. He managed to stabilize himself and smiled bitterly: "Teacher Shi Yi, don't make fun of me. I have done the handover work well. You will be ours from now on."

The new editor-in-chief is in charge.”

Shi Yin looked at him very sadly for a long time, wrinkled her nose in frustration, turned around and went into the room, took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator and handed it over, then sat on the sofa opposite with a straw in her mouth.

The living room is spacious, and the midday sunlight shines in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and is filtered by the light-colored window screens, making it gentle and bright.

Although Shi Yin just graduated last year, he has not been idle since college. He has been in the industry for three or four years and has some savings.

She has always been a person who enjoys life. She rented a suite in the ring. The area is not small, and the decoration style also has strong personal characteristics. In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, it looks like a small indoor garden, filled with pots and jars of various kinds.

Green plants.

The green radish has plump stems and leaves, hanging in a clear round glass vessel, a large and shiny area.

The sun was shining brightly in July, and it was very hot outside. Editor Zhao had just entered the room, with beads of sweat still hanging on his forehead. He took the Coke and thanked him, pulled the metal tab, and impatiently drank a few big gulps.

The cold Coke slipped into his throat, and he came to life again. He got into work mode by familiarity, dug out a few piles of modified storyboards and original manuscripts from his briefcase, and recognized the things serialized in the previous monthly magazine.

Explain carefully and sincerely.

Shi Yin listened, raised his head and said sadly: "Okay, just do whatever you say. I have been following you for almost a year, and every time I don't do what you say, I do it."

"..."

Editor Zhao thought to himself, "Don't fucking brag. It's been almost a year. When have you heard anything I said?"

Just because of such an ancestor, Editor Zhao has already started to lose his hair like crazy this year at such a young age. Along with neurological migraines, his eyesight has plummeted, and he will suffer from insomnia when the deadline is approaching.

I don't do anything, just make phone calls, just make phone calls, and work like a mother to push for manuscripts.

After all, Teacher Shi Yi is well-known in the industry for his procrastination, and it is said that his nickname during college was Shi Gu Gu.

Editor Zhao looked at her silently with sad eyes, and finally sighed: "That's it for now, our editor-in-chief has something to do today -"

Shi Yin raised his eyes and asked, "Why don't you come just now?"

Editor Zhao: "I'll be there a little later."

Shi Yin's shoulders slumped, he grabbed the pillow and settled back on the sofa, lazily saying "oh".

The talented cartoonist Shi Yin, whose pen name is Shi Yi, won the Newcomer Award for his first short comic when he was eighteen years old. He later made his debut with a fighting boy comic serialized in the monthly comic magazine "Red Moon".

However, it took three years for the entire comic to be serialized, and she also delayed the entire draft for three years.

When the deadline is approaching every month, her editor will be tortured by her until he becomes thirty years old in three days. His face is haggard and sallow, and his eyes are covered with red bloodshot eyes. He works overtime in her studio, working hard to help.

She posts dots.

No one knows why the editor, Teacher Shiyi, is responsible for such things done by his assistant, not even the editor himself.

Although Shi Yin herself felt quite puzzled, she felt that she had gone too far. These editors were either going back to their hometowns to get married or their wives were about to give birth and were about to be transferred. There was no editor who could accompany her to help her and make progress together with her.

Is it possible to grow and love forever and ever until the end of the world?

At present, it seems that no one is there.

Today, after a long period of inhumane and chronic torture, Teacher Shi Yi finally bid farewell to this editor again and ushered in the fourth editor.

But unfortunately, she has one thing in common with many Internet-addicted girls. She actually doesn't like contact with strangers. Every time she changes editors or assistants, she has to adapt to it for a long time, and her work habits and pace have to be slower.

Slow running-in is very troublesome and wastes time.

Shi Yin was not in high spirits, and obviously did not have much expectations for the new editor: "How late is it?"

Editor Zhao took out his cell phone and took a look: "It should be almost there." He said and looked up at the girl opposite.

The girl huddled listlessly on the sofa, with her feet on the edge of the sofa, her slippers hooked on her toes, dangling, her eyes slightly lowered, looking a little aggrieved and depressed.

To be fair, Shi Yin has a pleasant appearance, a lovable personality and a good upbringing. Putting aside her appalling laziness and procrastination, Editor Zhao really likes this little girl.

As much as he likes it, he doesn't want to devote his limited hair to an unlimited career.

Before I left, I wanted to take a rest. When I really resigned, Editor Zhao remembered all the time he stayed up all night to post points and change the storyboards, and he felt sentimental again. Editor Zhao's eyes turned red: "Teacher Shi Yi, do you still remember?

That time, we rushed to finish the manuscript and arrived in the morning, it was already dawn——"

Shi Yin raised his head in confusion: "When did we not arrive at dawn?"

"..."

Editor Zhao choked and struggled: "That's when you cooked me a bowl of instant noodles. It smelled like pickled cabbage in Laotan. That's what Wang Handai said."

Shi Yin remembered it and looked at him faintly: "Oh, that time, you asked me to add more sausage for you, and it had to be pure meat. I went to several convenience stores to buy it."

"..."

Editor Zhao gave up the struggle, feeling that the situation could no longer be stirred up.

The trace of excitement in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and he changed the topic indifferently: "The editor-in-chief should be here soon, and all your future affairs at Yaoguang Society will be under his control, including your work on "Red Moon"

There are serials, single books, etc. Although this new editor-in-chief seems cold and not easy to get along with, he is a very nice person and his ability is not bad."

Editor Zhao said patiently, "Besides, the editor-in-chief doesn't have anyone to lead, so he will be responsible for you alone. All aspects will definitely be more detailed."

When Shi Yin heard this, his heart suddenly rose, and he asked cautiously: "Does he eat instant noodles without adding intestines?"

"..."

Editor Zhao looked at her expressionlessly: "Teacher Shi Yi, this is the last time we meet. Let's leave each other good thoughts."

"..."

The two looked at each other in silence for thirty seconds before Editor Zhao's cell phone text message alert broke the silence.

At the same time, the doorbell of Shiyin's house rang.

Editor Zhao took out his cell phone and took a look. Shi Yin stood up and walked to the entrance. Halfway there, he turned around and asked, "Is the new editor here?"

Editor Zhao put down his cell phone and stood up: "Well, we're at the door."

Shi Yin nodded, walked directly into the entrance hall and walked to the door. When he heard what he said, he opened the security door without opening the mirror or asking anyone.

The corridor is shady and cool, and the draft breeze flows through the open window unintentionally, and the cool breeze is gentle.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone standing in front of her, and she raised her head.

The man lowered his eyes.

Shi Yin saw a small, blurry and clear version of himself reflected in the man's light-colored pupils.

She was in a daze for a moment, her eyes widened a little, and her lips were slightly opened.

The straw fell off the side of the mouth, the ice-cold sour plum juice cooled my heart, and the water droplets on the wall of the glass rolled down along the finger bones that were pinched on it.

The brain stagnated for a few seconds, and then a subtle "bang" sound suddenly came from somewhere in the body.

Like champagne or ice beer, the cork of the glass bottle is opened, and the translucent champagne foam rises inch by inch along the neck of the bottle, stopping at the mouth of the bottle, almost overflowing, and looking shaky.

Shi Yin felt that not only her language center, but also her brain had been soaked in champagne.

Although it only lasts a few seconds.

After two or three seconds, the bubbles of the wine disappeared little by little. She came back to her senses and took a real look at the man in front of her.

It was still the familiar face, with long eyes that were hooked inwards and outwards, and the pupils were lighter in color than ordinary people. There was a casual coldness when looking at people.

Shi Yin opened and closed his mouth, and two words escaped from his throat. His voice was very soft, echoing emptyly in the quiet corridor.

The man lowered his eyes, his eyes calm, as if looking at a stranger.

He seemed not to have heard the two words she had in her throat. His eyes were slightly narrowed, his tone was flat, and his voice was cold and indifferent: "I am Gu Congli, the editor-in-chief of "Red Moon"."

Like extremely thin slices of ice, it slowly slides along the eardrum into the body, but the sharp edges cannot be melted by the temperature, slicing the tissue from the inside and ripping open the skin.

"..."

Shi Yin swallowed his saliva and said nothing.

The man was tall and tall, standing silently at the door, as if waiting for her reaction and not in a hurry.

Everything was completely silent, the sour and sweet taste of sour plum juice spread in the mouth, and the wind passing through the hall and the sound of each other's breathing seemed to become clearer.

Inside the door, Editor Zhao had also walked over. When he saw the people standing outside, his face lit up. He quickly raised his hand and greeted enthusiastically: "Editor Gu! You are here, come in quickly -"

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Yin's shoulders trembled slightly, and she finally came to her senses. She held the doorknob with one hand and thrust her arm forward with lightning speed.

There was a loud "clang" sound, and she slammed the security door shut.

The wind brought by the rainbow momentum blew the few remaining bangs of Editor Zhao inside the door.
Chapter completed!