The salon that he attended for the first time as a member of the Writers Association ended. Li Xiang felt quite comfortable, but Wang Sheng and Xu Liye did not feel that way. They just felt exhausted.

However, they did not complain. In fact, today's salon was beyond their expectations. Previously, they had heard of many online authors being excluded and ridiculed at the symposium, and they also experienced some of them. To be honest, it was very annoying. Every time they participated in such an event, they would go back with excitement and return with great anger. Before coming to the salon today, they couldn't help but feel uneasy, cheer each other up, form an alliance of advance and retreat, and even thought that if they bully too much, they would turn around and go back. At worst, they would be fired as soon as they entered the association.

But the result was very good. Although I was educated, at least I did not sarcastically.

"I'll just say, a bottle doesn't sound, half a bottle sways. Those who sneer at us are authors with poor quality. Those who are truly talented will not wear small shoes for us." Wang Sheng said on the way back.

"I have to thank Li Xiang this time, he helped us." Xu Liye said.

Wang Sheng nodded and then said enviously: "When will I be respected by everyone like him? I am not short of money now, but I lack recognition and respect."

Xu Liye agrees with this statement very much.

Li Xiang returned home and gave Feng Jixin the "Lonely" she wrote last night. However, after Feng Jixin returned from the farm, he continued to go to tea with a few old friends until he had dinner in the evening. He came to the study room and turned on the computer to check the emails. At this time, his 3-year-old granddaughter entered the study room tremblingly. Feng Jixin's thoughts immediately rested on his granddaughter, teasing the little kid with a smile.

The little granddaughter looks like a ragdoll, very cute and clingy. She likes her grandfather very much. She sits on her grandfather’s knees and giggles, laughing while drooling, and is wet.

After playing with my granddaughter for a long time, Feng Jixin didn't have time to read the manuscript that Li Xiang came over until his daughter-in-law came.

He sat at the desk, put on reading glasses, dimmed the lamp on the desk, then took out two tissues and wiped off the saliva from his face. This was left by his little granddaughter. This child liked drooling and had to change four or five saliva towels a day. During dinner, her grandmother discussed taking them to the hospital for a look. The child was not sick.

His email is cleaned every day. Usually after breakfast in the morning, he will centrally process the emails, mainly the manuscripts from the authors. I don’t know where they learned his emails from. In short, it can’t be eliminated. Since he has come, he usually looks at it. If he thinks it is good, he will transfer it to the editorial department of the magazine and ask them to check it.

The email address that had been cleaned this morning, and in the evening, there were 12 new emails, all of which were asked to write his articles.

There are not many emails and there is still time. Feng Jixin clicked on one letter at a time. He quickly browsed articles with short lengths, and read the beginning of articles with long lengths. He transferred them to the editorial department if they thought they were good. He spent nearly an hour reading 11 of them, and transferred one to the editorial department, and deleted the others.

The last email was from Li Xiang.

Feng Jixin picked up the teacup on the desk and took a sip, put it down, clicked on the email, and a document appeared in front of him.

The name is "Lonely" (Note 1).

He looked at it one by one, with a very simple style of writing and a breath of life.

This article is really short, two pages, 15oo words, and the last sentence is: Azhao said that it was only then that she understood the man's deep and silent loneliness.

After Feng Jixin finished reading it, he took off his glasses, was silent for a while, and sighed and said, "It's you."

The next day, Feng Jixin came to the magazine. The editor-in-chief of the reviewer came over to report that the article he transferred last night was a bit meaningful and was killed by the editorial department.

The editorial department of the article transferred by the editor-in-chief dared to die, but Feng Jixin nodded indifferently and said that he would do whatever you think.

The editor followed Feng Jixin to the office all the way and continued to report that there are three pages of this issue of the magazine. Yesterday, the editorial department selected four articles and asked him to confirm.

"Three pages and four articles? Can't I put it down?" Feng Jixin asked, and at the same time took over the printed manuscript handed over by the editor. He put down the first article after reading the title. He has read it before, but hasn't read the second article, so browse it...

The editor-in-chief report said that it was indeed impossible to publish it, and only two short stories were included in the three pages, but the editorial department had different opinions on the four articles and could not determine which two articles to publish in the end. Let the editor-in-chief make a decision.

Feng Jixin spent ten minutes reading the four manuscripts in his hand, put them on the desk one by one, thought about it, picked up one of the articles with the name "The Two of Us", and said that this article was the one, and the others were removed.

The editor was stunned for a moment and said that he could choose one because the page is available.

"Put this article for the rest of the page." Feng Jixin handed the editor-in-chief "Lonely" he brought, "The Two of Us and Lonely" were published in this issue of the magazine, take the others back."

The editor said oh, took a page of paper handed over by Feng Jixin, hurried out and returned to his seat and couldn't wait to read it. "Lonely", there are words on both sides of the paper, with very few words, but the words are written in sincerity and sincere feelings, which makes people cry.

When the editorial department saw him come back, they came over curiously to ask which two manuscripts the editor-in-chief had decided. Yesterday, they all reviewed the manuscripts and argued that no one could convince anyone, so they had no choice but to hand them over to the editor-in-chief to decide.

"The Two of Us." said the editor.

Immediately someone was happy, while others asked if there were still some, and the rest of the article.

"No more, the rest is the manuscript brought by the editor-in-chief himself."

He handed the manuscript he had finished reading to everyone, turned around and went out, went back to Feng Jixin's office, and asked: "Editor-in-chief, this "Lonely" is not signed, who wrote it?"

"Ah? Isn't the signature? Oh, that's what I forgot, Li Xiang wrote." Feng Jixin was wearing glasses and reading a newspaper. As the editor-in-chief of the magazine, while improving his aesthetics, he also had to follow current affairs and grasp the mainstream direction of publicity. "It's the Li Xiang in "I Am a Cat."

He was worried that the other party didn't know which Li Xiang was, so he added. It was true that if Feng Jixin didn't say this, he would be really uncertain which Li Xiang was responsible. Since it was associated with "I Am a Cat", he would know which Li Xiang was.

It turned out to be him. The editor thought to himself that when he returned to the editorial department, he was surrounded by colleagues who had just finished reading "Lonely", and asked why this article was not signed, and whether it was written by the editor-in-chief himself.

"It was written by the big star Li," said the editor. Seeing everyone's surprise, he thought you were the same expression as I had just now, and smiled, "I didn't expect it."
Chapter completed!