Liang Yian could read very quickly, but he could also read very slowly.
It was usually very fast for those books that had just entered the library.
Very slowly. He would slowly read the first 10,000 words that were of good quality.
"I want to help the editor-in-chief."
This was what Liang Yian said to the outside world, but what he thought in his heart was:
Of course, a good book had to be read slowly.
Because good works made people happy.
Even 86,000 words weren't worth reading.
"That's it?"
"In the end, only one person and one cow are left?”
After reading it, Liang Yian leaned back in his chair and looked up blankly.
His eyes were lifeless, as if he was looking at the void.
The cigarette in his hand only took a puff at the beginning, and then it burned out by itself.
Because this book was too smooth to read.
Even though his mood was getting worse as he read, it was so smooth that he couldn't stop to comfort the protagonist.
Riches, yes, he was called Riches.
"This author is too amazing!"
"The writing is so smooth that you don't have time to pity this poor rich man.”
"These comments are right. Yu Xian is too cold-blooded!”
Liang Yian even finished reading the comments at the end of the book.
How long had it been?
As an editor, Liang Yian wondered how long it had been since he had been engrossed in a book.
As an editor, Liang Yian rarely had time to read books other than " Cultivate the Land."
The last time he was so engrossed was during the Spring Festival, when he read a book called " Dance of the Mohe River." The coldness of the snow made him exclaim in pleasure.
However, after being addicted, she became depressed.
Just like the other readers, he felt that reading 'To Be Alive' in his spare time made him feel depressed too easily.
In " To Live," Liang Yian saw a kind of suffering that made it difficult for people to breathe. It was something that accompanied Fugui's life and was connected to a part of his body.
It was even more important than food.
Yu Xian nimbly turned the tip of his pen, pushing Fu Gui's life into the corner of the alley again and again.
Just when you thought that he would start his life anew, fate started to dance.
There was a passage in the novel that said," He was the kind of person who could see what he looked like in the past. He could accurately see the way he walked when he was young, and even see how he aged.”
After experiencing life and death, Fu Gui might have understood that it was enough for a person to come to this world.
"Yu Xian's words are too cold!”
"It's cold, even colder than the snow north of Mohe.”
Liang Yian thought.
Pa!
He slammed the table. This novel must be submitted to the essay competition!"
"The reader called Immortal Emperor is right. This might be a great novel!”
"And I, who discovered this novel, will also, hahahaha!”
As Liang Yian spoke, he wanted to pick up his phone and tell the chief editor that he had discovered a novel that had the potential to become a great novel.
Then, he realized that it was already too late.
"F * ck! It's already one in the morning?"
"I remember that when I opened this book, it was not even nine o'clock yet.”
Liang Yian felt as if he had lost a few hours.
He then realized that it was because he was completely immersed in the book.
However, this was not important.
The important thing was that he was going crazy.
Because at this point, he couldn't immediately hand the book over to the chief editor for a decision. Of course, there was also a possibility that he could let another person share his depression after reading the book.
At the same time, it was impossible to contact the author at this time and ask him if he should change the ending...
Alright, the ending of this book was already decided from the beginning.
……
The night was silent until dawn.
It was already half-past nine by breakfast time.
His parents and Lin Yujing had already gone to work.
There was only leisure at home and his little daughter who was lazy in bed and refused to get up.
"Miao Miao, get up and eat."
"Oh, Daddy, Miao Miao was kidnapped by the bed and can't get up!”
Miaomiao hid her head in the blanket and refused to get up.
Zhou Lanxiang woke up early to go to school, so Miaomiao woke up early too.
So now, he could be considered to have returned to sleep.
"Miao Miao, Daddy will tell you a story, okay?”
"Good! Dad, tell me!"
Hearing that there was a story, Miao Miao poked her head out of the blanket.
"Once upon a time, there was a Snow White who was especially beautiful.”
"She has a vicious stepmother, the queen.”
" That vicious queen caught the princess and kept her under close watch. If the princess didn't finish a bowl of rice every meal, the queen would teach her a lesson…"
Miao Miao pouted.”
" Later, seven dwarves wanted to save the princess," Yu Xian said." They became short because they were picky with their food. They were all kicked out by the queen."
"Daddy, Miaomiao wants to eat!"
Miao Miao said. Although she was still unwilling, she still rolled down.
"Miao Miao, after dinner, I'll take you out to play, okay?”
After breakfast, he said to his daughter.
He hadn't taken Miao Miao out to play since he came back.
Because it was still inconvenient for him to move around, he cooped himself up in the house every day. Yu Xian knew that this was not good for both adults and children.
Miao Miao needed to bask in the sun.
He also needed to see the light and get some wind.
……
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