People who drag manuscripts have no human rights

Love should be pure and without any impurities.

Love mixed with impurities can't stand any scrutiny at all.

"The smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys." The place Uchiyama took them to was indeed an izakaya with impeccable service, food and drinks.

They arrived at the izakaya at five o'clock, pushed open the door of the izakaya, and when the office workers were still working and it was not time for meals, the izakaya was already bustling with people, warm greetings, and the smell of wine and vegetables. The tip of their noses brings a kind of olfactory enjoyment to people.

Following the waiter to the Japanese-style tatami room designated for appointment, put down the bags and coats in their hands, and everyone naturally divided into two groups to talk. After all, it was always a three-person date with Uchida, Nozomi, and Rika Kuma. I didn’t expect that there would be more People, although they are their responsible editors and even lovers, sometimes no one can understand the distress they encounter when writing except their friends who are also writers.

The editor-in-charge does not understand the writer's pain in the bottleneck of writing, and the writer will naturally not understand the hard work and exhaustion of the editor-in-charge in urging and requesting drafts.

"One day the inspiration of a writer's pen will be taken back by God. I can feel this feeling more and more now. Unlike before, as long as I sit down, I can write an article quickly and smoothly with my fingertips. I am held on the altar, I am afraid I will be kicked down soon." Yamamoto Hope, who has been very troubled by writing recently, said such negative words after he sat down.

As a writer, Uchida will naturally understand that this kind of panic is not groundless or for no reason. How do people who devote themselves to writing know what others think of them? "ノジョさん have you checked your comments online?"

Nodding his head, Hope Yamamoto recalled the comments on the Internet, and his eyes were clouded, "Hope Yamamoto is no longer good, Hope Yamamoto's words have dried up, Hope Yamamoto's stories are getting more and more old-fashioned, and I will never tell readers again." Bringing new ideas and surprises, and so on, these are the comments below the two recently published novels "The Me You See" and "The Flower in Blood."

What happened, so you desperately want to know the feedback of your novel?This kind of thing, in my heart, will go out after a while, but Uchida knows that if she doesn't give hope now, then she, who is called the "queen of reasoning novels" by readers on the altar, will fall down , and may not even be able to stand on that peak again "Stupid, you, as a writer, you write for yourself and for the things around you. If you write for readers you have never met before, you will lose yourself." The meaning of writing is a degenerate flattery, idiot!!"

"Writing for readers, there is no way to form an emotional bond with readers who have never met. Writing without emotion is like a person who has lost his soul, just a blank, walking dead without any thought and spirit." Rare Yes, Li Yixiong was able to say such clear words.

I don't know why I didn't sit at the same table with the editorial team, but Sakura, who chose to sit next to Rika, also spoke at this time: "Did ノジョさん tell ゆみさん about this?! If you don't say it, it will be considered as you The editor in charge, Yumi-san, can't fully understand your state!"

Aya Suzaki, who was invited by Sakura, raised her hand, and asked lazily: "Do you need a ghostwriter! Just pay for it!!" After that, he continued to devote himself to food.

Hearing Yamamoto Nozomi suggested by everyone, after a moment of silence, he said, "あやさん Do you still remember that time we went to the library?"

Uchida nodded, it was still approaching the New Year, Rika Kuma and Sakura made an appointment to visit the shrine together this year, and they were visiting at Sakura's house at the time, and their parents hadn't come over from their hometown when they were free The two of them decided to go to the library to collect materials for the new book to kill time. Could it be that something happened at that time? "Remember, what's wrong?"

"At that time, when I was looking through the material, I heard others comment on my work, saying it was worthless. After I came back, I used the computer to search for my own work evaluation. Starting from the work two years ago, I started There were bad comments. Afterwards, when I was writing, my mind was always repeatedly screened by those bad comments!"

Finally putting down her chopsticks, Aya Suzaki looked up at Hope and said, "Isn't that natural!!! Creation itself has mixed reputations, some people like it, and some people don't like it. If you care so much about other people's opinions, then you can't write about yourself calmly. article! ノジョさん You should learn from me, even if someone hits you with an egg and shouts, 'A perverted writer, I won't buy your book!' But the material for the key questions of the exam every year, they still can't use it Don’t buy mine, my book is still No. 1 in the sales of educational books. Readers, just like those who are whipped, shouting arrogantly, no, hate it! Shaking M, saying "Ah! This person is dead and can't write good articles, but when you publish a new book, they will be the ones who rush to buy the book."

Shocked by Suzaki Aya's speech, Yamamoto hoped to widen his eyes, "Comparing readers to shaking M, あやっぺ is really... really amazing!!!!"

Aya Suzaki, who turned into a good teacher, played out her educator's instinct, slapped her hand on the table, and said sharply: "So as a writer, you have to act like you are shaking, because you are so submissive, Let those readers ride on their heads!!! Pick up your whip, beat those readers hard, let them cry and climax, kneel and kiss your feet, that is what you, a reasoning writer, should do, do you understand!!!"

Uchida listened, and instinctively followed Yamamoto's hope and responded loudly: "Yes!!! Teacher!!! I will do it!!!"

what the hell! ! !Isn't this just like the junior high school students who were taught by the teacher in middle school! ! ! ! !

However, to compare readers to shaking M who needs to be whipped and abused by writers, to a certain extent, it is really amazing! ! !

Rika Kuma at the side was naturally covered by Sakura the whole time, and looked at them blankly.

Huangduanzi is responsible for the りえしょん that あやっぺ can’t approach me, which is one of Sakura’s rules. This is why she has a good relationship with あやっぺ, but she has never brought りえしょん to meet あやっぺreason.

Seeing Uchida and Yamamoto Nozomi, who were talking to あやっぺ enthusiastically, listening to あやっぺ telling jokes that are not suitable for children, and waving their hands from time to time like elementary school students, Uchida and Yamamoto Nozomi, Sakura looked at Mimori and Uchiyama at the next table, and thought for them 1 minute of silence.

It’s not that I don’t work hard, it’s not easy for me to protect a person’s purity, すずさん, ゆみさん you will forgive me, right?

The meal was very happy, and the wine was also very happy. In a slightly drunk state, Uchida maintained a smirk mode and waved away Rika Kuma and Yamamoto Nozomi.

And Nishi naturally left in Suzaki Ling's car. Before leaving, Suzaki Ling also gave them her contact information, and said with a smile that if she needed a ghostwriter, she could find her at any time. For the sake of friendship, I will give them a discount.

Uchida, the co-driver who was carried into the car by Sanmori, smirked for a while on the way back, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking ahead at the road, Sanmori, who was concentrating on driving, freed her hand and stroked the sweaty hair on Uchida's forehead. The temperature difference between the inside and outside of the car was too large. Considering the distance of a few minutes after getting off the car and arriving home, she pulled over. Get out of the car, find the blanket you placed on Uchida from the rear seat.

Picking the long, light-colored hair that fell on the neck of the sleeping Uchida, he looked at the sleeping man's face with a childlike childishness, slightly parted moist lips, opening and closing as he breathed.

Seeing Uchida's 'huhu' laughter, and two dimples appearing on his face, Sanmori couldn't help laughing too, "Did I dream of something good?! I never forget to laugh in my sleep."

It shouldn't matter if you kiss me, such a thought suddenly flashed into Sanmori's mind, and then she lowered her head according to her inner desire, bent down and kissed her.

The slightly opened mouth was easy to open, and the tip of Sanmori's tongue quickly slid across Uchida's lips, finding her tongue that still smelled of alcohol, and entangled wantonly. After she was satisfied, she was ready to withdraw, but, The tongue that had just withdrawn half way was entangled, and Uchida's dissatisfied moan made Sanmori ecstatic, and kissed her fiercely again. She liked her, and fell in love with her since that rainy night nine years ago.

That was when she just got her driver's license and drove a new car. Because of avoiding a cat, the car hit the guardrail. Before she fell into a vague consciousness, she saw a girl, that was Uchida when she was a college student.

Will she die?Gradually approaching the light, a voice kept harassing her. "Is it okay?! Hold on! If you die, I will not tell you anything!! You will be in the hospital soon!! Hey!!!! Don't sleep, you...... …”

Don't sleep, don't close your eyes, okay, I will do it, at the moment when she was carried on the stretcher, all she saw was the back of the one who turned and left, don't go, but she couldn't shout out.

"Uchida-san, Uchida-san, we're home, wake up!" Annoyed, Sanmori's hand slapping her cheek was pushed away, and Uchida frowned and looked out the car window. When she got home, she struggled for a while, "Let me sleep in the car Bar!!!!"

Sleeping in the car, I will definitely catch a cold tomorrow, Sanmori continued to slap Uchida on the face, "Don't be self-willed, wake up!!!"

Yawning, Uchida tore off the blanket covering himself, opened the car door and walked out.

While the two were waiting for the elevator, Uchida suddenly said, "When I was dreaming just now, I ate delicious food."

Thinking of what he had done, Sanmori's heart moved, "What's delicious?"

Scratching the back of his head, Uchida frowned distressedly, "I can't remember it, but I thought it was delicious, and りえしょん was going to snatch it from me, but luckily I snatched it back and ate it witty!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh the elevator is here !!"

Seeing Uchida bouncing into the elevator, Sanmori finally let it go. Fortunately, he didn't realize that "jumping into the elevator is dangerous! Uchida-san!!"

Making a face, Uchida pouted in a child's voice, and replied in a childish voice: "I see, Mr. Sanmori......"

Sanmori looked at Uchida who was the first to get out of the elevator and took out the key to open the door. That back view merged with the one from nine years ago. That’s it. One day this person will belong to me. Before that day comes, a little more, a little more Just be patient!