Just when I thought my manuscript was about to be shot again, Brother Yun said, "Your subject is still right. Recently, there are documents on it. You want to promote some positive things. The spirit you express is very positive, which rarely reflects the positive side of college students."

On that day, Brother Yun taught me to revise the manuscript, which made me truly understand why he could become editor-in-chief and was about to be promoted to deputy editor-in-chief. Brother Yun's words were not gorgeous at all, but every sentence was targeted, which made me admire him.

There was a popular saying in later generations called high-level black, which means that it seems to be praising a person, but actually bringing a person to death. Brother Yun did the opposite, and he showed what high-level white or advanced childcare means. He never praised a person from beginning to end. After you read the full article, you will feel that the person described in the manuscript is a noble person, a pure person and a person who is separated from low-level interests.

Under the guidance of Brother Yun, a senior article "Self-respect, self-love, self-reliance, self-reliance, and self-reliance - Entering the daily life of girls in art schools in the new era" has been released again. With the photos, the effect is surprisingly good.

Speaking of photos, there is another story. One day I accidentally threw the point-and-shoot camera to the ground on the road, so that the photos taken by that camera are both black and white, which is very good, just like artistic photos.

After the newspaper was published, the response was very good.

I got a bonus and finally didn't have to worry about being laid off. I naturally entered a state of fullness and warmth.

I miss Eve, but I didn't think about what kind of excuse to see her.

I always thought that just like what I told Brother Ma that day, I would be able to pluck up the courage to confess to Eve after the interview. But the fact is that after the interview, I was at a loss and didn't know what to do in the future.

I originally walked into her life, and when the interview ended, I had to walk out of her life.

It happened to be a weekend. On Saturday, the first thing I did when I woke up was to look through my phone to see if there were any unanswered calls. No matter how bad I had to have one or two unread text messages.

Unfortunately, I didn't see what I wanted to see.

I was very desperate that day. The newspaper had been published. There was no reason for Eve to see it. Did she not touch her at all with such a strong response? Logically, even if she didn't touch her, she should call and say thank you. This day has passed, why did she not react at all?

I recalled Brother Ma’s warning and the women he said that he had burned bridges across the river.

My outlook on life is about to collapse, and I feel particularly sad.

What's even more sad is that I found myself unable to help but check my phone once every five minutes.

What kind of torture is this, and how hurt is it?

The only belief I stick to is that I must not call her. In fact, I didn’t think about calling her and saying something. Could it be that I said, “Why didn’t you call me and thank me?” This is completely a rhythm of Ritian. I couldn’t do this kind of thing about taking off my pants at that time.

In the end, I couldn't stand the torture of flipping through my phone in five minutes, so I simply turned off the phone.

After turning off the phone, I calmed down a lot. I played games for a while, read the YY novel for a while, and the day passed like this.

It is easy to pass during the day, but not so easy to pass at night.

Everyone knows that the darkness of the night is not understood during the day.

At night, loneliness came and I began to feel hopelessly depressed.

I tossed and turned on the bed, thinking about whether to turn on my phone.

At that moment, the conflict in my heart was obvious. If she had called me and sent me a text message during the day, wouldn’t I have missed it if I didn’t turn on the computer? But if she didn’t call or send a text message, wouldn’t I have put salt on my wound and stabbed my heart when I turned on the computer?

At this moment, a knock on the door sounded.

I was so excited, was she here?

A picture immediately emerged in my mind: I stood in front of the cat and looked, and saw an innocent and aggrieved little face with tears in my eyes. When I opened the door, Eve was already in tears. She threw herself into my arms and beat my chest. Why did I turn off my phone all day...

Unfortunately, this is impossible.

My reason tells me that the above story is purely fiction because she has no idea where I live.

Although, she lives near that university and I live near that university, I am really close to her.

I opened the door and saw the Bin.

This guy is straightforward: "Why is your phone shut down again?"

I was stunned for a moment. I said before that I often don’t make calls once a week, so many times I don’t know what’s going on when my phone is owed. This time, DaBenz said that I was excited. Could it be that because my phone is owed, Eve has not called me?

I immediately turned on the phone and called Da Ben, but it was heard on the spot.

"Hey, what's going on? When I was calling at noon, I clearly said you were out of business dues." Da Ben was very puzzled.

I ignored him. At this moment, I was very sad. I would rather shut down the machine myself, so that I would feel a little better. But when I turned on the machine, I found that I had neither shut down nor received Eve's message, which made me feel like I had been abandoned by the whole world.

Darun went to my house to get a package he left last time, and then left in a hurry. I originally wanted him to stay and have a chat with me and go out to have a drink, but this guy refused me on the grounds that he had an appointment with the girl tonight. For the sake of the opposite sex, he had no humanity to me.

I curled up on the sofa and felt like I was about to die tonight.

Even if I really can't die, I can't survive this long night.

Just when I was about to die, the phone rang. I answered it and vaguely heard someone crying there. I put my phone in front of me and looked at the caller ID. It was Eve. This made me not have time to vent my resentment all day. My voice was so tender that I asked her: "What's wrong?"

Who knew she had no intention of crying at all, and her tone was quite hot: "What's wrong? I want to ask you what's wrong? What do you mean? It's not easy to turn off your phone all day long."

I corrected her: "No, I didn't close the morning."

She said: "Yes, you didn't turn off in the morning, you shut down in the morning."

I was stunned: "Ah? Is this really the case?"

"Do you don't know if you don't know?" It sounded like she was crying this time: "I called you this morning and I had a lot of things to say to you. I couldn't get through. At noon, I thought, maybe you like to sleep in on weekends and before you get up, I ran to get your phone bill. As a result... I called the phone bill and you turned off again... I kept calling and called, and I finally got through now."

My eyes were filled with tears, without any exaggerated rhetoric, and tears were tossing and turning in my eyes at that moment.

I never thought that a small matter of arrears in a mobile phone could lead to such a bumpy plot.

I lost my ability to think and only my ability to act.

I hung up the phone and rushed out in my slippers.

After more than ten minutes, she called again. This time she stopped crying and was full of resentment: "What do you mean? You don't want to pay attention to me and I said it's impossible. Why do you have to do this? I really can't figure it out. Since you don't want to pay attention to me, why do you have to write me like that?"

I took a deep breath and said, "I didn't ignore you, I just went out."

She asked, "Where have you been?"

I replied: "I went downstairs of your house."

She asked, "What are you doing downstairs in my house?"

I replied: "I'm calling you."
Chapter completed!