Sansheng is lucky enough to meet you

It was only after 8:30 in the evening that Chu Fan finished walking the dog and returned to his warm home.

Home is a haven to shelter from the wind and rain. Imagine that it is cold and freezing outside, and the wind and rain are swaying. It is a very happy thing to hide in a home that is isolated from the world and is as stable as a mountain.

People without a home are really pitiful.

Chu Fan untied Mrs. Niu's dog leash and let it rest.

She had almost finished venting her energy, but when she met Doudou's children again, Mrs. Niu was completely confused.

Children have as much energy as dogs, they are evenly matched.

Not long after Doudou came downstairs, Mrs. Niu, who had already walked two blocks, was naturally no match for Doudou. In the end, she lay on the ground and refused to get up, allowing Doudou to drag it by its hind legs and continue playing.

"Mom." When changing his slippers, Chu Fan called Li Yu several times, but there was no response.

The two elders were probably not at home and had gone for a walk. Only Xiao Tiantian was there.

Exhausted, Mrs. Niu walked into the dog cage on the balcony, closed the door, and lay down on the mat to rest.

Xiao Tiantian jumped off the sofa in the living room, ran to the balcony, and rolled all over the floor in front of the dog cage.

Mrs. Niu opened her eyelids and felt weak, like a fat cat, she was having trouble again.

Little Teddy wanted to roar and call the dog owner over, but in the end he chose not to roar.

When the dog owner comes over, he can at most drive away the fat cat and then leave it alone and go about his own business.

But the fat cat has been doing nothing and being idle, so he has a lot of time to fight against it.

The owner of the dog is a real dog. After flirting with a beautiful woman and making the person exude a strong mating scent, he quickly shows off and says that he is not the real owner, but a friend of the real owner.

The beauty didn't believe it at first, but the dog owner went through a lot of effort to convince her, but she was so sad that she almost cried.

After taking a shower, Chu Fan went into the study comfortably and continued to create.

The internal lottery required 10,000 words of text and a few hundred words of outline. Chu Fan worked hard until 10:30, but he still couldn't get out, so he had to move back to his room.

If you have too big goals in the study room, you will be easily criticized by your parents.

Hiding in a room will reduce the chance of being discovered staying up late.

After twelve o'clock, Chu Fan finally drove out the manuscript.

After checking it over, it was already past 12:30. Chu Fan merged it into a document and sent it to the editor via email, waiting for the review results.

After doing this, Chu Fan closed the computer, opened the door gently and went out to wash up.

After washing, he did not go back to the room immediately, but stood on the balcony of the living room.

The light shows on the exterior walls of the high-rise buildings in the distant business district have long been extinguished, and many buildings are only shining a little bit of light. This period is the lowest period of the city that never sleeps.

Countless people, who poured out during the day and filled the streets and alleys, are now hiding in residential buildings, quieting down and falling asleep.

Dreamland is another world, and some people say that is the real hometown.

"Compared to the daytime, it's so quiet now." Chu Fan lowered his head and glanced at Xiao Tiantian.

It fell asleep just now and was woken up by Chu Fan walking back and forth. It squatted on the balcony, blowing the night wind, and watched the world outside the balcony.

Little Teddy was in the cage, with his butt pointed out, sleeping like a dead pig, unaware that there was a man and a cat behind him wasting away his time in the real world.

"Xiao Tiantian, do you like me?" Chu Fan squatted down and stretched out a palm towards the little fat cat.

Xiao Tiantian glanced at Chu Fan, without saying a word, stretched out a paw and placed it on Chu Fan's palm.

"I'm so lucky to meet you in Sansheng. Even though it's sad, it's still love." Chu Fan regretted that Xiao Tiantian couldn't speak and couldn't communicate.

Mrs. Niu is a little better and can understand some of his words, but she just doesn't want to talk to him sometimes.

After talking to Xiao Tiantian for a while, Chu Fan went to the bathroom to wash his hands and went back to the room to sleep.

The next morning, Chu Fan checked his email from time to time, waiting for the review results.

If an editor receives a manuscript from an author who is not his own name, and the internal signature is not approved, he will most likely not reply.

But Chu Fan has written several books and submitted the manuscripts to his current editor, so he doesn’t worry about not getting the results after reviewing the manuscripts.

After waiting all morning, Chu Fan did not wait for the review results.

It wasn't until around five o'clock in the afternoon that an email finally arrived in his mailbox, which was a reply email from the editor.

Chu Fan is a little nervous. He is a literary worker with a sense of justice, social responsibility, and great life ideals.

He spared no effort in the creation of words and the spread of positive energy. Even if he could not become a literary master, he could not tarnish this sacred profession.

The new book "I Open a Copy for the Human Race" has placed all his expectations and ambitions in the field of literature.

Although he produced 10,000 words of text and outlines in just one day, it does not mean that he does not respect words.

Some literary masters take several years to publish a novel of more than 100,000 words.

Chu Fan feels that one day of his time is worth several years of other people's time.

After opening the email and reading it for less than three seconds, Chu Fan silently closed it.

"Your manuscript cannot be signed. Thank you for your submission."

Although there were only fourteen characters and two punctuation marks, the destructive power was huge. Chu Fan became depressed and felt that all his life's ambitions had been reduced to nothing under these few dozen characters.

The few books I wrote before had no success, and only one of them has entered the high-quality book library.

Not to mention the countless fine books, there are thousands of them in the library, which are not worth mentioning.

As a result, the beginning of the new book was not finished, and the editor did not send a message to chat with him on the instant messaging tool.

It's normal. If you don't have any grades, why should someone spend their precious time talking to you about your new book, giving you advice, and giving you ideas?

After adjusting himself for twenty-two minutes, Chu Fan cheered up and, as a newcomer, sent emails to other editors to submit articles.

The next afternoon, around four o'clock.

"Sorry, your manuscript has not yet met the internal submission standards. Please publish it directly or transfer it to another editor. Thank you for your hard work and keep working hard. You can write ideas, but the selling points are too slow."

The manuscript was still rejected.

Chu Fan felt melancholy. Both professional editors felt that if this beginning or the subject matter was not good, then he really was not good at it.

After some self-adjustment, this time it only took about eleven minutes, and Chu Fan submitted it to another editor.

There are only three good things.

This time, the editor responded quickly to the email, and the results came out at 5:47 before leaving get off work.

"Thank you for your submission. I won't accept it here. It would be nice if there was a system or interesting cheat code at the beginning."

Chu Fan doesn't even want to cook anymore, it's definitely his own problem.

After being in a daze for a while, he looked at the time and saw that his parents should be on their way home from get off work. Chu Fan got up sadly, left the study, and went to the kitchen to cook.

Beautiful city.

Today is the second day of Wu Keqing's business trip. In six hours, it will be the third day.

Luo Jinyu has helped feed the fish for two days.

Beside the fish pond, after hesitating for a long time, Luo Jinyu dialed Wu Keqing's phone: "Mom, the fish you raise is so beautiful. What kind is it and where can I buy it?"

"Don't say it's useless. How many died?"
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