Reborn Cultural Empire

When Ge Li Gaoli sent Yang Yi out of the publishing house, he looked apologetic and helpless. As a young man in a unit with extremely serious seniority discrimination, even though he had countless reasons to be optimistic about Yang Yi's manuscript, the final acceptance of the manuscript Whether or not it has nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, the guy from Menggu felt sorry for Yang Yi because of what he said earlier, even though it wasn't his fault.

It can only be said that the boy in front of him is an untimely genius.

"It's my fault!" After wandering in the metropolis for seven or eight years, he still hasn't changed his true nature of Gregory's prairie man. do well.

"It's not your fault, big brother!" The big brother was more or less reluctant at this sound, Yang Yi smiled and shook his head, the previous disappointment had long been forgotten by him, but it was just the first hurdle. The misery in the previous life is really nothing: "Publishing is not what you think of, and you can do it when you think of it. Today, I am ready to pay the fare of ten publishing houses."

"Actually, if you want to change to a less serious subject and write some novels, I'm sure it will work!" Gregory still felt it was a pity, not only for these manuscripts, but also for his own publishing house.

So he is still trying his best to keep something, although he knows that it is just doing his best.

Yang Yi grinned noncommittally, didn't agree to anything, but waved his hand sincerely: "See you again when we have a chance." There was seriousness in his eyes that ordinary children don't have.

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After walking around in the scorching sun for a whole day, his head was swollen and painful as if an iron hoop was put on his head after being exposed to the sun, but Yang Yi didn't care about it at all. If his mentality basically remained the same after being rejected for the first time, If there was only slight upheaval after being rejected for the second time, then being rejected for the seventh time in a row really made the boy doubt himself a little.

Yuezhou People's Fine Arts Publishing House, Yuezhou Literature and Art Publishing House, Yuezhou Education Publishing House, Yuezhou Children's Publishing House...

Almost all of them have the same rhetoric, and all of them have the same attitude.

A teacher from the Educational Publishing House even said bluntly: "The little guy is very talented, but he didn't use his ideas. You can't be so sensational when you write history books!"

Yang Yi did not expect that it has been 97 years, and the conservative and almost stubborn thinking is still so serious.

The setting sun was slanting to the west, and the clouds with a brilliant frame moved slowly, but they did not cover the golden red sun. The twilight was warm and pulled Yang Yi's dejected shadow far away.

At the crossroads of Xiuhu Park, commuters and traffic rolled past Yang Yi in a hurry, which made Yang Yi, who was winding and tired, even more out of tune with the people around him.

Originally, he thought that a new life would be a smooth road to the sky, but he didn't expect it to be another crossroad with an unpredictable future. The contrast between ideal and reality made Yang Yi depressed and painful.

But even if the road is long and long, Yang Yi, who has no way out, can only go forward bravely. As a reborn person with foresight, he has no right or excuse to fail.

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The bell on the Bell and Drum Tower in the old city rings, and the returning birds go away in the bloody sunset. Yang Yiqiang cheers up and walks home. He can't let his mother follow him in frustration and worry.

I took a shortcut, turned two alley corners one after another, and came to the back door of the Huaniao Market in Xiuhu Park. Go out from here and walk two streets, which is the old town of Tongzilou where Yang Yi lives.

With a bang, a crushed soda can beer bottle was kicked in front of Yang Yi, and Yang Yi who was taken aback raised his head in astonishment, feeling a little annoyed in his heart.

The sky is still bright, the instigator is leaning against the back of the flower altar, and there is a thin fire flickering on and off, which is obviously a lit cigarette.

The boy who was in a hurry to go home frowned. Could it be that Yang Yi, who was standing here with the mentality of beating others, was not afraid, but it didn't mean that he liked dealing with this kind of brown candy-like scum.

But when Yang Yi really saw the smoker's appearance clearly, he couldn't control his facial muscles at all.

Once upon a time, Yang Yi thought that as a reborn person, he would never be surprised.

He didn't expect this cognition to be broken so quickly.

The one on the opposite side still looked bored—it was his junior high school monitor, the goddess in the hearts of countless boys in No. [-] Middle School, the gentle and generous Jiang beauty, Jiang Nan.

Director, that's not how the script was written!

Yang Yi suddenly felt that his outlook on life was showing signs of collapse.

When Mu Leng was standing there after seeing the ghost-like boy, Jiang Nan, who was smoking the lady's cigarettes he stole from his sister-in-law, also noticed something was wrong. Don't leave there, is it the ****hunhun of the old street?

Raising his head, his soft and flawless face was taken aback for a moment, just like Yang Yi, it was also full of astonishment.

The two stood staring at each other for a long time, and Yang Yi was the first to react: "Uh, keep going, I didn't see anything!"

But in my heart, there is a kind of curiosity and disbelief like seeing Obama visiting the heaven and earth-who is this!Jiang Nan, Jiang Nan!The Goddess of Sanzhong, now she was caught smoking by herself!

At the same time, there are more doubts about why this girl with almost perfect conduct hides here and smokes alone.

On the contrary, Jiang Nan, who reacted later, was far more calm than Yang Yi, at least there was no anxiety in her clear eyes that wanted to dodge.

"Would you like one?" He smiled generously, Jiang Nan in this state has an irresistible affinity, even the reborn Yang Yi.

This is Jiang Nan in my memory!Originally, in the previous life, with Yang Yi's normal boy's disposition, he naturally had a lot of affection for this perfect girl.It’s just that time flies, the ponytail girl I once admired gradually faded away under the pressure of life, and turned into fleeting joys and sorrows in a blink of an eye, and the literary ruffian who was about to stand was only occasionally in a dream, so I could catch a glimpse of her Blurred countenance.

However, such a chance encounter after rebirth still surpassed Yang Yi's psychological acceptance, until Jiang Nan handed over an equally slender and white cigarette with her slender fingers.

"Uh, thank you!" After a day of running around and stress, Yang Yi also missed the taste of nicotine. He was also choked up.Jiang Nan's cigarette was like timely rain, Yang Yi couldn't care less about being polite.

The two of them were leaning on a sycamore tree and puffing clouds and fog. After all, Jiang Nan was a girl. There is also a lot of laziness.

The light blue smoke was filled with the smell of evening primrose, and the two threw away their cigarette butts in the weird atmosphere. Yang Yi wanted to ask the girl why she smoked here by herself, but after thinking about it, he was not familiar with her at all. , so I decided to say thank you and leave.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Nan opened his mouth first: "Your speech when you left the school was very good!"

"Probably because I have full confidence, and I have thought about the way out... If not, I might not dare to speak so loudly!" Yang Yi did not shy away from his state of mind at that time. At a young age, I don't expect to strengthen the little beauty's good influence on me by playing tricks, so I tell the truth very frankly.

And Yang Yi's blunt words obviously caught Jiang Nan a little by surprise, he didn't pretend to be contrived or exaggerated, which made Jiang Nan think highly of him again.However, thinking of the boy's demeanor on the rostrum, Jiang Nan was relieved quickly, Rushui's eyebrows slightly raised, and he was indescribably soft and pleasant: "That's not called 'loud nonsense', it's clearly justified!"

He paused for a while, as if he was watching Yang Yi's reaction, and then added: "Later, many girls from other classes came to the class to inquire about you."

"This kind of effect is not what I want!" Yang Yi also smiled, his eyes were steady and clear, which made Jiang Nan, who was used to seeing the innocent smiles of young boys, feel a little strange. Tsukuru easily changed the topic: "By the way, how did you do in the high school entrance examination? I don't think you are paying much attention."

Yang Yi froze, his smile turned into a wry smile: "There's nothing I can do about it, no matter how hard I try, I can't get into No. [-] Middle School, and I have to miss the gate."

"Cross door?" Jiang Nan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

So before and after Yang Yiyi wrote "Those Things in the Song Dynasty", Jiang Nan's eyes inevitably carried a little bit of inquiry: "Can you show me a masterpiece?"

Yang Yi shrugged and handed over the manuscript, and asked casually, "Why are you smoking here alone?"

I never thought that Jiang Nan would answer him. It is the prerogative of beautiful girls not to answer any questions, but Jiang Nan's face darkened obviously and he lowered his eyelids: "I picked up a cat in the compound this afternoon. It was very weak. I took it to my sister-in-law. I came here for treatment, but the dead woman didn’t know where to go to haunt her, and then the cat died.”

Probably due to the fact that they had already smoked together, Jiang Nan was obviously presumptuous when speaking, but Yang Yi was a little flattered by this tone of voice—the Jiang Nan he saw before was all looking like an elegant lady, but it was unavoidable. The feeling of distance.

"Although I'm sorry, it won't make you smoke to vent." Yang Yi shook his head, even though seeing Jiang Nan's unknown side made him feel like "sharing secrets with the girl he admired", but for He still doesn't agree with girls smoking.

"There are many other things, and I can't finish it in a while." Looking at Yang Yi's serious eyes, there is no kind of flattery and over-enthusiastic concern like courteousness, just like telling an ordinary friend about something. Jiang Nan had no choice but to wave his hands, accepting his opinion.

Then I put my mind on the manuscript that Yang Yi said. Of course, apart from curiosity, it may be that I don’t believe it—a certain guy who has been in the school for three years suddenly said that he wrote the manuscript and wanted to publish it. , the span before and after...

Just looking at it, Jiang Nan's beautiful and moving eyes gradually widened.