wandering fairy

Original "Then~~~Then I'll change it when I go back." The young man on the six-stringed piano didn't finish his sentence, but was interrupted by the opposite boss waving his hand, saying ruthlessly: "You don't need it anymore! Go back and write your comment. It seems that such a thing is still suitable. You." Comments are the work of low-level dogs, and if you want to be promoted to high-level dogs and get in touch with the upper class, you need to participate in the creation and performance of those long dramas.Now that means - you better go back to being a low dog leg.

The violin youth was cold all over, and he finally won the position~~~: "Old~~~Boss~~~ Can I change it? It's very simple! I'll go back immediately and completely change it according to your wishes. I promise tomorrow, no! Get it out tonight!" His tone was filled with humble crying.

But this pitiful attitude of begging for mercy could not change the boss' firm tone: "It's not that I want to make you hard, it's you~~~ah~~~ or you are too self-righteous. I know what you mean, you want to Create a group of real characters that fit the plot and clean up, whether it is the romantic flying arrow man you wrote, the greedy and violent villain rich man, or the No. [-] dogleg looking forward to redemption, they are all very vivid. From From an artistic point of view, I appreciate it very much. It is very rare for a fledgling person to be so thoughtful in his first work. I appreciate it too!"

"However, there is no such thing as 'pure literature and art' in the world?! No matter how good you are in literature and art, if no one praises you, your reputation will not even go out! But people promote you for publicity, for It costs money to use connections everywhere! Who can afford this money? Either the government or the rich gentry! Why do the rich gentry want to praise you? Have you considered this level?! We are engaged in literature and art, we must first help People talk! To put it bluntly, it means—politics first, then literature and art!”

The young man with the violin was stunned, because a week before, he was ordered to write a short commentary on "Let Literature and Art Return to Literature and Art", criticizing the current literary competition king and bureaucrat organization, giving literature and art a political color, causing damage to literature and so on .This article was strongly recommended by the boss, and even made the headlines on the front page.What a blink of an eye.Do you want to 'first politics, then literature and art'?Can't officials be politically colored, but the rich can?Could it be that literature and art can only serve the politics of the rich, and not the political services of the officials?This~~~There is always a taste of conspiracy.

However, your position is still important!So he fought hard and said: "Please tell those rich people. I just made a mistake temporarily, and I can change it right away~~~" But he was interrupted cruelly by the boss's wave of his hand: "Oh~~~ Their decision, I will You can’t change it easily. You’d better go to the comment department first and then do it. Wait for other opportunities, and I will recommend you.” He woke up again: “But you have to remember this lesson—this is not an official Territory. The government has to go through the process and take care of face when it comes to hiring people. The rich and the rich don’t need those mother-in-law and mother things. If they want you to get out, get out. It’s stricter than the government! Next time, don’t touch them again .Ah~~~~We are in this business, we must pay attention to these. Otherwise, people can easily praise us, and they can knock us out of the dust! Just like this, go down and reflect on it!"

The young man with the violin walked out of the office building carved with exquisite literati patterns full of resentment. Looking at the scenes of the literary seniors holding thick books and wearing elegant robes, he had mixed feelings—these sages, People who are called "great sages", "wisdom thinkers", and "social conscience", do they really rely on their own struggles? !real.Is it famous in history by the praise of the public? !

And who is it that puts them in the spotlight? ! !

The resentment made him unable to sleep well for several days.There is also some negligence in the matter of 'pointing out the current disadvantages'.He even found an opportunity to sneak out of his manuscript room for several days in a row, and went to the street to buy peanuts and melons for that chipmunk to eat. The euphemistic name is: relax your mind and find inspiration.

Of course, this kind of prevarication cannot be concealed from other people and the theater owner who has a hypocritical look. When he found out that he was hanging out with the dumb girl and the chipmunk again, the boss couldn't help calling him into the office again: "Did you spend less time writing manuscripts recently?" The violin youth just lowered his head and said, "I don't have enough inspiration, I need to change my mind more."

The boss's eyes flashed with cunning and dark anger behind the elegant gold-rimmed glasses, and then he scooped up a small box of things and gave it to him: "Always use entertainment methods, which wastes time. The draft is not good, sorry. It’s no good for you. Why don’t you use this pill instead. It can make your brain more flexible and focus your attention. Especially when writing essays and comments. The brain will become very useful. You can try it too.” The young man was a little reluctant, but he could only accept the box.It says 'Qing Yi Wan' in small characters, and the name is very peculiar.

Suspicious, he came out with a box full of pills, and saw the dumb little girl eating peanuts with that pink chipmunk with a cute tongue coming up to play with him, and he threw the annoying thing away again. Go aside, play on the small lawn for a while and go back.In the meantime, the chipmunk slipped onto the box containing 'Qingyi Pills' every now and then.Pull it back and it runs over again, as if interested in the pills inside.The dumb little girl next to him was still gesturing, 'Just give it some. '

The six-stringed youth just wanted to laugh: "This thing can't be eaten indiscriminately. It's a precious thing that people gave me." But then he couldn't stand the shame and begging of one person and one mouse, so he had to beg for mercy. He opened the box and scooped out a pea-sized turbid se pills; "I can only share one, if someone finds out, they will reprimand me!" Then I packed up and went back to write my own manuscript.

But still no 'inspiration'.Now when he sees the half-finished manuscript on the table and the mimeographed request from above, he feels angry in his heart—he wants to keep editing these things every day, and he also needs to 'look real, look real'.They will make random demands without checking whether they are reasonable or make sense.Come up with a joke, it's old to make jokes!You can hide behind comfortably~~~~

Having said that, I still have to do this job, but because of my reluctant mood, I really can't write this time.After picking his head for a long time, he was just very irritable, and pacing back and forth didn't help.Finally, his eyes couldn't help but glanced at the so-called 'Qing Yi Wan'.Say yes~~~ When people write essays and comments, their brains will become particularly useful.Really have such a miraculous effect?

The small cloudy gray-black pills are just colorless and tasteless things.I really don't see anything special about it.Then he pouted and swallowed it.Um? !It melts in one go!The pill in the mouth instantly turned into a liquid jelly-like thing, sliding directly into the esophagus.

In the next moment, the power of billowing heat clearly spread from the stomach, penetrating down through the abdomen and rushing up to the forehead.At this moment, a flash of inspiration flashed in his forehead, and all the fragmentary words suddenly came together!I just feel the rolling rhetoric rolling in my mind endlessly, I can't spit it out!Immediately laughing involuntarily, he lay down on the table and wrote vigorously, scribbling and writing on the manuscript paper, even scribbling and correcting, drawing back and forth on the entire manuscript paper slowly !

"Hahahaha~~~ Well, that's how it should be!" He couldn't control his laughter while writing: "This is exactly what I thought! It turns out that I still have potential! Hahahaha~~~Qing Yiwan~~~Okay A Qingyi pill!" He walked into the dragon and snake, and bursts of magical aura involuntarily rose from his body, and the strangeness like snakes and mist spread to his body, twisting and wrapping him tightly.

This light cannot be seen by ordinary people.However, at the corner of the window, the chipmunk could see clearly!

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A "Qingyi Pill" was placed in the golden and bright Sun Temple. Under the holy light, several obvious gray and black spots appeared on the surface of the pill body, emitting a colorful and greasy chaotic light from the abyss, making the The surrounding priests all affirmed: "It's these little chaotic light spots, which should be the residue of some kind of demon! It is certain that the guy in the theater has colluded with the demon!" A young priest said angrily: "And it is eaten by people. Demon secretion, this is clearly demonizing human beings. It is a heinous crime! With this ironclad evidence, we can immediately send troops to conduct a comprehensive search and wipe out everything there!"

The angry one is the blond priestess.However, the old priest diagonally opposite was obviously shaking his head: "It's just a little bit of debris, and the pill body is not a demonized object. So the Governor's Mansion of the Royal City will not issue me a high-level search warrant. They can't be searched. This matter will have to wait a while Wait. Wait until there is strong evidence~~~"

The blond female priest was stunned: "This pill is clearly a demon~~~" but was interrupted by the opposite old priest raising his hand: "It's just a medicine that stimulates the brain. I've seen it before. It's called 'Qingyi Pill'." Bi asked someone to get a native dog to guard the courtyard, and fed it pills.As a result, the dog's body was entwined with four colorful and strange auras, but it was just a special spell, not the chaotic power of the devil.The dog's expression was a little weird, and it was excited to spin around in place, but it didn't go crazy or demonized: "This is just a rare pill, which can be produced even with other alchemy techniques. So it's not very serious evidence. Will agree to search. You also know that there are people from them in the governor's mansion. It is impossible to talk about moving the governor's mansion."

Everyone sighed slightly with regret, but the blond female priest still had doubts: "'Qingyiwan'? A pill that strengthens people's insight to distinguish right from wrong and strengthens people's courage. It is a more useful thing, and sometimes we also use it."

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