Chapter 46: , came with infinite beauty

The ancients said: A thousand-mile horse is common, but a Bole (a judge of talent) is not.

This saying is often used in the industry to describe the relationship between editors and writers.

Editors have a keen eye for talent, finding gold in the rough and helping it soar to the sky.

Successful writers, looking back, will also nurture editors to rise together.

To summarize in one sentence: Editors make writers, and writers also make editors.

On the long train ride, Chen Xiaomi liked to rest her head against the glass, thinking quietly, quietly looking at the wilderness outside the train window.

Her thoughts flew with the wilderness...

Imagining that when "To Live" caused a huge sensation in the literary world, when "December" finally became a master of a generation under her support, then whether she was in the editorial department or meeting with peers, she could finally stop being careful like a little transparent, and finally could hold her head high.

Finally, she could low-key show off: How I discovered "To Live" back then... I am a fellow townsman of December, our relationship...

As long as she mentioned it inadvertently, colleagues in the agency, peers in the industry, who wouldn't dare not look up to her?

If "December" was overflowing with talent, and if he could write another work comparable to "To Live" in the future, then she would have stepped into the Hall of Fame of the editorial world with one leg...

This time she traveled thousands of miles south without fear of hardship, carrying dreams and carrying ambition.

She had been struggling in People's Literature for two years, and she also wanted to get ahead, she also wanted to make progress.

Although she knew there were competitors like "Harvest," Chen Xiaomi was still very confident.

Confident in the unique gold-lettered signboard of "People's Literature" in the country; confident in her own ability; confident that she could be one step ahead.

Examining the reflection in the train window glass that was somewhat similar to Chen Zi Jin, she was also confident in her figure and beauty.

Although this kind of thinking is dirty and not presentable, it is undeniable that beautiful women often have more advantages wherever they are.

If the writer "December" happened to prefer this, without taking off her clothes, she was confident she had enough charm and means to hook the other party invisibly.

As a Chen family woman, she, with her pride, had no intention of serving others with her body, but she didn't mind creating a "stunning beauty" image to trap the other party.

After all, he was a great talent who could write "To Live." Even if his appearance was not outstanding, he could be classified as a dragon among men, and she could appropriately suffer a little grievance.

Along the way, Chen Xiaomi thought of every aspect, even considering the last resort of using "beauty."

This trip, she burned her bridges, determined to win.

Otherwise, going back in shame would only make little bitches like Zhou Chunlan laugh at her, and disappoint the editor-in-chief and elders.

What kind of person is "December" exactly?

Is he really a Chinese teacher?

How old is he? Is he easy to get along with?

Will the follow-up part of "To Live" be as exciting as ever?

These few questions had been bothering her, lingering and repeating in her mind.

In fact, besides confidence, she was also slightly worried.

Worried that the one who wrote "To Live" was a lecherous, greasy man, a high-level scumbag, fearing that she would accidentally fall into his trap and end up losing her wife and soldiers.

After all, writers are famous for being romantic, have a tradition, almost self-taught, and are hard to guard against.

However, compared to that, she was more worried about the quality of the follow-up content.

"Woo woo...!"

As the train's whistle sounded upon entering the station, Chen Xiaomi woke up from her flying thoughts. Looking at the time, it was already past nine in the morning.

From the capital to Shao City, she transferred once, taking more than 30 hours in total, but fortunately, she took a soft sleeper, so she wasn't particularly sleepy now.

Packing her luggage, Chen Xiaomi looked left and right, walking out of the train station with the crowd with an elegant pace.

"Sister, eat, eat, the freshest food, only 8 mao for one."

"Miss, need accommodation?"

"Beauty, are you here to visit relatives in Shao City? Where are you going, I'll take you..."

Coming toward her were all kinds of people, a considerable portion of whom were dangerous elements who would eat people without spitting out the bones.

Chen Xiaomi ignored them and walked forward on her own until she met an old classmate.

"Xiaomi, kept you waiting. The motorcycle had some problems just now, fixed it. How are you? Tired?"

The man who came to pick her up was about 28 or 29 years old, working in the Shao City government department. Both he and his wife were her high school classmates. They had been in contact all these years, and their relationship was quite good.

"It's okay, I just came out too." Chen Xiaomi smiled and said.

"Yanzi has already prepared food at home. Why don't we go back and eat a hot meal first? You take a bath and rest, and I'll send you to do your business later." The man asked for her opinion.

Chen Xiaomi shook her head slightly: "No, my business is urgent and cannot be delayed. You send me over first."

The man cared: "You've been on the train for so long, you must be hungry. Let's go to a restaurant ahead. I'm familiar with that place. It's on the way, and it won't take much time anyway."

Chen Xiaomi, who was indeed hungry, was somewhat moved, but still shook her head.

Seeing this, the man, knowing her temperament, didn't say anything more, hurriedly helped her tie up her luggage, started the motorcycle, and asked: "Where are we going?"

Chen Xiaomi said: "Shao City No. 1 High School."

"Ah? You're going there?" The man was surprised, thinking she had some big event or important matter.

"Hmm, going to see an old friend." Chen Xiaomi didn't know what kind of person December was, so she didn't tell the truth.

The train station was some distance from Shao City No. 1 High School, and it took more than 20 minutes to take various shortcuts.

"Xiaomi, we're here."

With a brake, the man pressed his feet to the ground and stopped the car steadily.

"Okay, Yunfan, thank you. You hurry back to work. I'll contact you and Yanzi later."

"Okay, after you finish your business, call the house, and I'll come pick you up then."

Chen Xiaomi nodded with a smile. After watching the motorcycle leave, she collected her thoughts and walked toward the gate of No. 1 High School.

But before she got close, bursts of intense arguing sounds had already come over.

"You're just a gatekeeper dog! My son is about to take the college entrance exam, he's about to be a college student, and he's going to eat public food in the future. Do you dare to stop me?"

"I spit! Just a wild dog from the countryside like you can give birth to a college student? Probably dreaming!"

"Damn it, are you going to let me into the school or not! If you don't let me in, I'll stab you to death!"

"Come! Stab me to death! Stab here. If you don't stab me to death, your ancestors for eighteen generations are all cowards without assholes! I'm over 60, I've lived enough, it's worth it to trade my life for yours!"

"......"

At the school gate, Old Man Sun from the guardroom and a parent from the countryside were arguing. Both sides were very angry, both were truly furious, and all kinds of dirty words were flying out of their mouths as if they were free.

Chen Xiaomi watched for a while, and finally walked over to save time.

"Stop! Who are you looking for? Did you call ahead?"

Seeing her approach, the furious Old Man Sun pointed with his right hand and directly asked three questions in a row.

"Hello, I'm looking for 'December', I am..." Chen Xiaomi prepared to report her family name.

Who knew Old Man Sun would directly interrupt her words and say angrily: "It's February now, where did December come from? Don't look for trouble..."

After reprimanding Chen Xiaomi, Old Man Sun turned around and grabbed the parent who wanted to force his way into the school, and the two pushed and sprayed each other again.

Chen Xiaomi frowned, took out her work ID and introduction letter from her bag, and handed them to Old Man Sun, wanting the other party to let her in.

"No time! I don't know how to read, go aside!" Old Man Sun had just been slapped by the parent, and he was jumping up and trying to hit back. Where would he have the heart to pay attention to her?

Chen Xiaomi looked at the two and had to turn around to find a public phone.

Although phones weren't as rare as they were a few years ago, they weren't many either. It took her nearly 15 minutes to find one.

Taking out her phone book, she dialed the English teacher's home number.

"Hello, hello, who is this?"

As soon as the call went through, a female voice came from the other side.

Chen Xiaomi immediately recognized that it was the voice that had answered the phone the previous few times:

"Hello, I am Chen Xiaomi, an editor from People's Literature, and I have arrived at the school gate..."

She briefly explained the situation she encountered at the gate.

Wang Runwen laughed dumbly. Old Man Sun in the guardroom was the father of a school leader and indeed didn't know how to read, but he usually had a pretty good temper and always had a happy look for everyone.

"Wait for me at the school gate, I'll come pick you up."

"Okay, thank you!"

Chen Xiaomi had lived in the capital for so many years, and her clothing and temperament stood out among the onlookers at the gate of No. 1 High School, making her very easy to identify.

Wang Runwen walked out of the school gate, and after just a glance, she accurately located the other party.

She walked over and asked: "Are you Miss Chen?"

"Hello, Chen Xiaomi."

"Hello, please come with me."

(End of chapter)