Have you had enough sleep

Qi Jian/Text

Chapter 1

Shi Yinmo left her third editor, which happened to be her 23rd birthday.

At 11:30 in the morning, the third editor who was about to resign was standing at the door, with a sudden expression of "My Buddha's compassion finally came out of the sea of ​​suffering, let's end it quickly."

The girl stood at the door with a glass of iced sour plum juice. She sucked her slowly with a straw in her mouth, and looked at her third editor with a sad expression as if she was looking at her boyfriend who was about to break up: "Do you really want me anymore? I think we are working together quite happily, and I like you very much."

Judging from Editor Zhao's expression, he obviously didn't think so.

He was even frightened for a moment, and his body unconsciously shaking backwards, barely stabbing, and smiled bitterly: "Teacher Shi Yi, don't joke about me. I have done my handover work, and you will be responsible for our new editor in charge in the future."

Shi Yin looked at him sadly. After a long time, he wrinkled his nose a little depressedly, turned around and entered the room, pulled Coke out of the refrigerator and handed it over, and sat on the sofa opposite with a straw in his mouth.

The living room is spacious, and the noon sun shines in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and is filtered by the light-colored window screen, which is gentle and bright.

Although Shi Yin just graduated last year, she has not been idle since she was in college. She has been in the industry for three or four years and has accumulated some savings.

She has always been a person who enjoys life. She rented a suite inside the surrounding area. It is quite large and has a very strong personal feature. In front of the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, it looks like a small indoor garden, and the pots and jars are full of various green plants.

The stems and leaves of the green ivy are full, hanging in a clear round glassware, and are shiny in a large area.

The sun was in full swing in July, and it was very hot outside. As soon as Editor Zhao entered the room, there were beads of sweat hanging on his forehead. He took the Coke and thanked him. He pulled open the metal pull ring and couldn't wait to gudong and gudong to drink several large mouthfuls.

The cold Coke slid into the throat, and he came back to life again. He became familiar with the work. He took out a few stacks of modified storyboards and manuscripts from his briefcase, and explained the things serialized in the previous monthly magazine as seriously as they were.

Shi Yin listened, raised his head and said sadly, "Okay, just do what you say. I have been with you for almost a year, and it's not what you say or what you say."

“…”

Editor Zhao thought to himself, don’t brag, it’s almost a year. What time have you heard what I said?

Because of his ancestors, Editor Zhao has started to lose his hair wildly this year at a young age. With neuromigraines, his vision has plummeted. He will suffer from insomnia about the deadline. He will not sleep during the night, and he will not do anything when he opens his eyes every day. He just calls, calls, and calls like an old mother.

After all, Teacher Shi Yi’s procrastination is famous in the industry, and it is said that he is nicknamed Shi Gugu in college.

Editor Zhao looked at her silently with a deep look, and finally sighed: "Then let's do it first. Today, our editor-in-chief has something to do--"

Shi Yin raised her eyes and continued, "I won't come now?"

Editor Zhao: "I'll arrive later."

Shi Yin's shoulder collapsed, and he pulled the pillow over the pillow, returned to the sofa, and said "Oh" lazily.

The genius cartoonist Shi Yin, whose pen name is Shi Yi, won the championship of the Newcomer Awards when he was eighteen years old. Later, he debuted with a combat boy man serialized in the comic monthly magazine "Red Moon".

However, the entire comic was serialized for three years, and she also delayed the manuscript for three years.

Every month when the deadline approaches, her editor will torture her for three days, with a haggard and shabby face, and her eyes are covered with red bloodshots and squatted in her studio, working overtime, working hard to help her post outlets.

No one knows why the editor of this kind of assistant is responsible for what he is doing, and even the editor himself does not know.

Although Shi Yin thought it was quite puzzled, she felt that she was too memorable. These editors were either going back to their hometown to get married or their wife was about to be transferred. No editor could accompany her to help her improve and grow together with her. Love will never be completed until the end of the world forever.

At present, there seems to be no one.

Today, in the long and inhumane chronic torture, Teacher Shi Yi finally bid farewell to this editor again and welcomed the fourth one.

But she has one thing in common with many Internet-addicted girls. She actually doesn’t like to contact strangers very much. Every time she changes editors or assistants, she has to adapt to it for a long time, and her work habits and rhythms have to be slowly adjusted, which is very troublesome and delays time.

Shi Yin was not very interested and obviously didn't expect much from the new editor: "How long will it be later?"

Editor Zhao took out his cell phone and took a look: "It should be almost here." He said, looking up at the girl opposite him.

The girl hurried listlessly on the sofa, her feet were on the edge of the sofa, and her slippers were hooked by her toes, swaying and drooling her eyes slightly, looking a little aggrieved and depressed.

To be fair, Shi Yin looks pleasing to the eye, has a pleasing personality and good tutoring. Putting aside her outrageous lazy cancer and procrastination, Editor Zhao likes this little girl very much from the bottom of her heart.

No matter how much he likes, he doesn't want to devote his limited hair to his unlimited career.

I wanted to rest when I was not leaving. When I really stepped down, Editor Zhao remembered the little things that I had stayed up all night and posted online and changed the storyboard again, and Editor Zhao's eyes turned red: "Teacher Shiyi, do you still remember that time? We rushed to the morning and it was dawn--"

Shi Yin looked up confused: "Which time did we go to dawn?"

“…”

Editor Zhao choked and struggled, "That's when you cooked me a bowl of instant noodles, the old pot of pickled cabbage smelled like Wang Handayi."

Shi Yin remembered and looked at him quietly: "Oh, that time, you asked me to add more sausage to you, and you still had to ask for pure meat. I went to several convenience stores to buy it."

“…”

Editor Zhao gave up his struggle and felt that this love could not be incited.

The thrill in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and he changed the topic indifferently: "The editor-in-chief should be coming soon. He will be in charge of everything you do at Yaoguang Club in the future, including the serialization on "Red Moon" and a single-line version. Although this new editor-in-chief looks cold and doesn't seem easy to get along with, he is very good and has no choice but to say his ability."

Editor Zhao said patiently, "And the editor-in-chief did not bring anyone, he was responsible for you, and all aspects will definitely be more detailed."

Shi Yin felt aroused when she heard this and asked vigilantly: "He doesn't add intestines when eating instant noodles?"

“…”

Editor Zhao looked at her expressionlessly: "Teacher Shi Yi, it's the last time we meet. Let's leave a good thought for each other."

“…”

The two of them looked at each other silently for thirty seconds, and Editor Zhao's mobile text message prompt sound broke the calm.

At the same time, the doorbell of Shi Yin's family rang.

Editor Zhao took out his cell phone and took a look. Shi Yin stood up and walked towards the entrance. Halfway through, he turned around and said, "Is it the new editor here?"

Editor Zhao put down his cell phone and the man stood up: "Well, I'm at the door."

Shi Yin nodded, went straight into the entrance and walked to the door. After hearing what he said, he didn't open the door mirror, and didn't ask anyone, so he directly opened the security door.

The corridor is shaded and cool. The wind passing through the open window accidentally passes through the cool breeze.

Yu Guangsai stood in front of him when he saw someone, and she raised her head.

The man lowered his eyes.

Shi Yin saw that a small, vague and clear self reflected in the man's light-colored pupils.

She was in a daze, her eyes widened a little, and her lips slightly opened.

The straw fell off from the mouth, the iced sour plum juice was cool, and the water droplets on the wall of the glass rolled down along the fingers pinched on it.

The brain stagnated for several seconds, and then a subtle "bang" sound came from somewhere in the body.

For example, champagne or ice beer, the glass bottle plug is opened, and the translucent champagne foam rises inch by inch along the bottle neck, stopping at the mouth of the bottle, and it will overflow without overflowing, looking shaky.

Shi Yin felt that it was not only the center of her language, but her mind seemed to be soaked in champagne.

Although it only takes a few seconds.

Two or three seconds later, the bubbles of the wine disappeared bit by bit. She came to her senses and looked at the man in front of her with a real look.

It is still the familiar face, with long eyes curled inside and out, and the pupils are lighter than ordinary people. When looking at people, it feels a sense of careless coldness.

Shi Yin opened her mouth and closed it again, and two words spilled out of her throat. The voice was very light, echoing emptyly in the quiet corridor.

The man lowered his eyes, his eyes calmly, as if he was looking at a stranger.

He seemed to have not heard the two words she had in her throat, his eyes were slightly constrained, his tone was flat, and his voice was cold and indifferent: "I am Gu Congli, editor-in-chief of "Red Moon".

Like extremely thin borneol, it slowly slides into the body along the eardrum, but its sharp edges cannot be melted by temperature, cutting the tissue from the inside, cutting the human skin and flesh.

“…”

Shi Yin swallowed without saying a word.

The man was tall and stood silently at the door, as if waiting for her to react, and was not in a hurry.

Everything was silent, the sour and sweet smell of sour plum juice spread in the mouth, and the wind passing by and the sound of each other's breath seemed to become clear.

Inside the door, Editor Zhao had already come over and saw the person standing outside. He was delighted and quickly raised his hand and greeted him enthusiastically: "Editor Gu! You are here, come in quickly-"

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Yin's shoulders trembled slightly, and finally came to her senses. She held the door handle with one hand, and her arm was so rapid that it could not be covered.

With a loud "clang", she threw the security door hard on her.

The wind brought by the rainbow's momentum blew the few bangs left by Editor Zhao inside the door.
Chapter completed!