We are all the same in the pursuit of our dreams

Chapter 25 The best time has just begun (7)
In 2014, I did several signings.Yajuan is very busy, but every time I sign a sale, she flies over from Beijing to accompany me.

I think Yajuan is like Doraemon.

I said I was a little thirsty, so she took out a thermos cup from her bag and gave it to me, and then took out some food and said, "It will take a while before dinner, you should eat some first to pad your stomach."

I was delighted, "That's great, I'm a little hungry."

Then, because I seldom wear contact lenses, my eyes feel uncomfortable after wearing them for a long time.During the signing, Yajuan suddenly took out a bottle of eye drops from her bag, and said to me: "Xiaoxi, here it is for you. You'd better put some eye drops every now and then when you wear contact lenses." I looked at her then and then at her. Her bag suddenly thought: I am Nobita, is this sister my Doraemon?

Another time, my hair fell out badly, and it was said that regular hair brushing was good, so I combed my hair fifty times every morning and evening.That time I went out without a comb, and the plastic comb in the hotel was very painful to comb.I said to Yajuan who was packing her luggage: "If you have time, let's go shopping. I want to buy a comb. My hair falls out so badly." It just so happened that I brought you a comb this time... and a set of nail clippers."

"..." This sister is really Doraemon, right?

Yajuan is a typical strong woman at work and a good woman in life, tough and careful.From her, I learned a lot.

At first, my parents didn’t agree with me writing full-time. They thought it was “unstable”, saying that I couldn’t support myself just by liking it, and I still needed a serious job, so they suggested that I take the civil service exam.Yajuan said: "You like writing very much, so keep at it. You are very spiritual, so—"

I asked in a low voice, "Can you support yourself?"

Yajuan smiled, "Is your requirement to support yourself? Believe me, as long as you walk the right way, you can go a long way, and you will definitely make your parents proud of you in the end."

My mother taught me: if you are nice to others, they will be nice to me.

Yajuan taught me: only by walking the right way can we go far.

I like to be with people with positive energy, and be infected by their positivity, optimism and kindness, so that I can move forward better.

So when Yajuan told me that she would pick up the pen again, write a book, write down her own experience, what she saw and heard, and give others a little strength to move forward, I agreed with both hands and looked forward to it.

I have the honor to read every article in the book "On the way to pursue our dreams, we are all the same".Yajuan's writing is simple, but it carries a force.There is no so-called great reason, but after reading it, I always feel deeply touched.

Regarding the story of Wenting, when Yajuan came to Shanghai on a business trip, we were lying in bed, and she told me about Wenting.After listening, I cried.

Some people may not lose their minds after they have known each other for ten years, and some people know each other when they first meet.

Wen Ting is to her, just like she is to me.

Wen Ting is her bole, which affirms her and gives her the integrity and purity that a literati should have.Yajuan said that she couldn't help crying when she wrote Wen Ting's article "Some People Only Accompany You for a Journey, But They Affect Your Life".We were silent for a while, and she said that although Wen Ting passed away, her righteous ideas will be passed on.I firmly say yes.

Yajuan is an amazing book planner. "Great" is not only her ability, but also her integrity and unchanging principle of doing things.And she is also a writer who never forgets her original intention.

Shake, shake, shake to the bridge of dreams

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Book Haicangsheng
The first time I heard Yajuan's voice was in 2013.

At that time, I just got out of the shower, but I felt like I was struck by lightning.

Her voice is too much like the goddess Sanmao in my heart.

I always listen to the recording of Sanmao’s interview upside down in my spare time. The part of her describing her farewell to Jose in the snow has always been the most beautiful boundary in my heart.That place, shaken, has white icing.

She actually looks like Sanmao.My hair was dripping with water, but my voice became much softer, for fear of scaring this strange and lovely person.

She asked me if I needed an agent, and she said she could be my agent and publish a book for me.

I have always been an unprotected wild animal, did she mean to make me a "poultry"?
Later, she drew a blueprint, and I crossed "poultry" again, and what she wanted me to do was free-range protected animals.

In other words, she built me ​​a nest, gave me love, let me be self-willed and let me fly.

She asked if I would.

I don't want to. I'm not stupid.little mother.

I kept calling her little mom afterwards.

She has always been picky about my writing speed, but once the readers urged me, she became anxious again, "Oh, she is busy at work, she has been working very hard recently, she is so tired..."

She hates that iron can't be made into steel, but she doesn't want me to suffer a little bit of blame and pressure.

whee.

I often feel very lucky to have such a woman by my side.

Sometimes I am very tired from work, sometimes I am entangled in trivial matters, and sometimes I am lazy and depressed. She said to me: "Come on, I will give you chicken blood. When you need chicken blood, come to me."

It's terrible, I don't want chicken blood.Let me be lazy, let me be decadent, let me be in a daze, okay, if I want to be a quiet and beautiful woman, why should I become a lively doll-headed elementary school student in a blue and white school uniform doing radio gymnastics on the playground?So vigorous, so upward...

She treated me like her little girl.Her little girl, Xinbao, is the second goddess in my life after Sanmao. She is really a lovely and wonderful child.We are older sisters, and her mother is also worried about me.

"Shuhai, let me tell you, I met so-and-so today, and I taught him a lesson, and he thought it was good." (Life mentor, Amitabha.)
"Shuhai, let me tell you, I won the grand prize today. I took a special car and came across the only 60 car in their company." (I thought you won 60.)
"Shuhai, let me tell you, today is the holiday, do you want to write something interesting for everyone?" It's annoying them.)
"Shuhai, I asked Xinbao to talk to you, what did she do today hahaha..." (Hahaha, my goddess is so cute, this link can be a little bit more, a little bit, a little bit...)
Every night, I listened to her gentle voice like Sanmao, while silently complaining in my heart, while quietly lying sideways in the bed, and then fell asleep peacefully.

I am not dreaming, very practical.

She hurriedly said that she wanted to write a collection of autobiographical essays on inspirational themes, and that she wanted to spread her dreams.

What is dream?
I thought about it seriously in my heart, but felt that I didn't seem to have such a thing, so I squatted silently while basking in the sun, eating hot pot and watching movies.

Sometimes, I feel pressured to be alive, and forget about dreams and so on.

Sometimes, in sleep, you will be surrounded by things you can't get, dream or something, let's forget it.

Sometimes, when you open your eyes, you are facing the alarm clock, dreaming or something, forget it.

Let's breathe steadily first.

Let's walk safely first.

Let's eat in peace first.

When I wrote "Zhaoxi Old Grass", I just muddled through in this way.

Write and delete, delete and delete, write and write, no readers, no flowers, no criticism, I am left alone, and I am still carrying a brain.When it’s cold, watch the rain and snow and have a drink alone; when it’s hot, turn on the air conditioner and cover your head, hahaha to your phone.

I once had a blind date with a gentleman, and my friend commented that he had a son-in-law temper. I was thinking, how much a son-in-law he can be, and I will see how he is a son-in-law.As a result, one time, I didn't reply to his WeChat messages all afternoon, and he said that he had a stomachache all afternoon.He also once asked me what my dream was, and I said at the time, I will tell you later.

He laughed and said I know what it is.

I asked him what it was.

He said giving birth to babies and raising babies.

Now I have a stomach ache.

At that moment, I thought very seriously about what my dream was.

Is writing a bestseller?
Is it to have a decent job?

To make everyone like me?

Although I am often so cute by myself, although my job is not good, it is not bad, although I once wrote a book that sold well, but these are not dreams, not at all.

I have finished reading my little mother's book.She still confides her thoughts and stories seriously and gently.She said that she just wanted to write some simple words for a confused child like me.I remembered the question she once asked me with a smile: Shuhai, have you ever imagined what you will look like in five years?What are you going to do, where are you going to stand, who are you going to be with?
I probably want to tell that son-in-law that dreams, for me, are probably——and interests, everything that cannot be given up.

I want to continue writing books, I want to watch "Zhaoxi" accompany everyone, and watch Ruan Mei grow up quietly in "Classmates".No matter how many hundreds of thousands were deleted from "Zhao Xi", the speed of "Classmate Records" is not satisfactory.

I want to marry the man I love the most, regardless of the mountains and rivers, the difficulties and obstacles, and the tricks of fate.

I'm going to have a little girl.Then when she was five or six years old, he lied to her and said, "Your mother used to be a person who had dreams."

If she asks me what I am like, I will tell her that your Auntie Yajuan once wrote a very interesting book, and the beautiful words in the book are dreams.

There are pigments in the sky, the pigment is blue, the blue sky is very blue, this is a dream.

There is a kite in the tree, the kite passes through the wind, the kite still wants to fly, this is a dream.

Look up at the stars, the stars hang eyelashes, the stars blink, this is a dream.

What that son of a bitch actually said was true.It's just that he's more vulgar and I'm more refined.I always feel that there is still "Jose" waiting for me in the snow.

Because Yajuan told me, on the way to pursue your dreams, don't rush.

When you love enough, you're good enough

Founder of Baima Time Media (books, film and television)

Li Guojing

I am surprised that Yajuan will write a book about "Dream".

Mine was in 79, and she was in 81. At our age, if we pretend to be "post-80s", people will think we are old, and if we pretend to be "post-70s", we will be considered young. Anyway, it seems that we are not old enough to sell chicken soup for the soul. the point.What's more, you know, the reality is mostly: I have heard a lot of truths, but I still can't live a good life.

"Dream" is actually a word that is passionate enough and annoying enough, full of hints of self-deception.We sometimes regard it as a charge, but more often, we regard it as a shield, or even a fig leaf.

A lot of geniuses die in 3 minutes of enthusiasm.

But what I'm going to talk about next is not the so-called "persistence, fearlessness, and hard work", especially not about "not fearing the future, not thinking about the past".In fact, every second spent in life has its value and significance. You must face them squarely, be in awe of the future, and miss the past.A lot of food, the more tasteless it becomes with chewing, is thrown away when there is a pile of residue left.But many times in life, the opposite is true. There are many things that you have to chew over and over again to realize some thoughts that are really helpful to you.

The first time I met Yajuan was at the Beijing book order fair in 2013. At that time, I was still starting a business with my former employer. Our HR manager couldn’t attack her for a long time, so he took me to meet her to make a final "break". .At that time, I was in urgent need of a person in charge of the youth product line, so I had already made up my mind to get it.We chatted for nearly two hours. In the first hour, five or 10 minutes, my heart was already screaming "Give up on this person", but in the last 10 minutes, I said in my heart, "This is this person".

It's probably because of Yajuan, who is a bit nagging, and in a literary way, it's just nagging.And a little narcissistic. In a literary way, it is always full of small fortunes like sitting in a well and watching the sky.

Therefore, her exaggeration or statement of all previous achievements, even if the details are outrageous, did not impress me, and, in her lengthy exposition, I was also forced to put away the long-prepared personal talk show, He just stared blankly at the grilled fish, as if it was also calling, "Turn over quickly, my half is already cooked."

However, in the last 10 minutes, she said: "I have read every book, every word by every author."

"Really?" I asked in disbelief, this was one of the few words I inserted.

She said: "Of course, I can't say 100%, you know nothing is 100% absolute (500 words are omitted below), but I have read almost all of them."

Then she gave another valid message, she said, "Do you know how low the contract conditions I give authors at ×××? But this company often defaults on the author's additional printing fees."

"How low?" I asked.

She reported a few numbers.

Both me and the personnel said "Oh" at the same time.

Finally, when everyone shook hands and bid farewell, Yajuan, our Mr. He asked me worriedly: "Mr. Li, if I join you, the signing conditions of the authors can be higher, and then I will definitely not appear. Are you in arrears with the manuscript fee?"

I smiled slyly, and had to prove myself again: "Yajuan, I am a businessman, but not a profiteer."

Later, when our original team established White Horse, one day I invited her to dinner and forgot to bring my wallet, and she also said to me solemnly: "Mr. Li, you are not a businessman, you are Grandet."

In the past 15 years of working life, I found almost pessimistically that it is actually difficult for people to empathize, and it is also difficult to truly appreciate others. The first thing I see is often the shortcomings of others.So we are used to seeing Chinese splitters, not partners.That joke should be reversed: not afraid of teammates like pigs, but opponents like gods.In the final analysis, it is very difficult for people to tolerate someone better than themselves around them.

For example, our distribution director, he was hired by me personally, and from the first day he joined the job, I received all kinds of small reports about him, nothing more than a voice: how can you Use this person?How could he have done a book release?This voice of doubt even came from other companies, which made me wonder if I really hired a distribution director instead of a "hair director".

In the end, the beautiful report card shut everyone up.Yes, I withstood a lot of pressure, and he did the same. If we didn't have enough trust and appreciation for each other, we would definitely not be able to wait for this happy ending!

And the question about Yajuan is the same.But she's probably worse off than our distribution director, because I'm the one who's mostly picking on her.

I am very venomous.Regarding this quality, Yajuan has "kindly" used several pages to help me promote it.But in fact, I'm okay, because my poisonous tongue is not poisonous at all, but full of dopamine.For example, I once said to a female colleague, when she was showing off her perfect match that day, "You really have eyes!" When I watched the light in her eyes grow brighter, I said the next sentence without haste , "You found out that the most bright one on the street stalls in Beijing, and you wore it all on your body?" Of course, if you want to hit others but don't want them to be angry, you must not forget to put yourself Tread lower.So, before she said "Get out", I added, "I can't do it, I often buy a street stall at the price of a counter."

(End of this chapter)