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rainy season

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    Recently, it has been raining every day.  The pattering rain watered the earth.

    From morning to night, there is no trace of staying.  The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus blows in the air.  Like a mother's hand touching her cheek.

    Many people stood in front of the window and said to me more than once, you smell, how fragrant is the sweet-scented osmanthus?

    It's a pity that I can't make osmanthus cake.  I have seen the practice of osmanthus in several books.

    Every time I have the intention to try.  But I still find it troublesome and give up again and again

    I fell into endless confusion again.  an ordinary afternoon.  A strange girl called me.  The voice was extremely languid.

    She asked me if I wanted to come for an interview?  She saw my application message in their company, and the conditions just matched

    She gave the address.  It's far from where I live.  But I'd love to check it out.  So, I checked the direction on the Baidu map and set off.  The half-hour bus transfer to the subway took me nearly an hour

    I'm afraid she's a liar.  Before leaving, I texted my family.  I said, if there is no news from me within five hours.  Please select Alarm.

    Like going on a dangerous date.

    I was so credulous about a call from a strange girl.  Is it a storm waiting for me?

    I squeezed my palms tightly.  The images of being kidnapped and tricked into pyramid schemes repeatedly played on TV in my mind

    What if, I really can't come back What about the family members left behind me?

    I had a very stable job.  Although it is hard work, it can support the family.  But I don't like this job, my mind is free and I don't want to be trapped

    When I arrived at the place, I didn't expect the woman to go downstairs to pick me up in person.  She told me to wait here.  I was overwhelmed by such enthusiasm.

    waited for so long.

    The wind was blowing.  Mild weather of 20 degrees.  Wide roads, vehicles coming and going.  This is an entrepreneurial park under construction.  It is far away from the urban area, probably because the rent is cheap.

    It was a childish-looking woman who came to pick me up.  It seems that he is not very old.

    "Are you here to pick me up? I'm here for an interview" I saw her looking for someone.  I hurried forward to ask.

    "Yes" She looked at me and looked me up and down in surprise.

    She wears plain sandals.  I don't know if she is cold, she is wearing a black short sleeve and a pair of pure white jeans.  Wear a pair of wide-rimmed glasses¡­

    Literally weak, like a student in school.

    "How old are you, you don't look old" I asked.

    "Seventeen," she replied.

    We walked side by side on the path to the company.  Skyscrapers.  Dazzling and disorientated.  No wonder she came to pick me up, she was afraid that I would get lost on the way

    "Then what are you responsible for in the company?" I can't believe that she has a job at such a young age I didn't know the heights of heaven and earth when I was seventeen?  Can't help but look at her differently.

    She speaks very fast.  The head is buried low all the time.  Don't dare to look people in the eye.

    "I already set up a studio five years ago, this time it's my second studio" she said.

    "Youyouyouyou?" I was incoherent in surprise.

    "Yes. I started writing novels when I was 12" She looked at me.

    Seeing my unbelievable eyes, I smiled shyly

    "I thought I was young at 27Compared to you, I'm really old" I said with a smile.

    "Internship for three months, basic salary 3300, write 10,000 words per day If there is any excess, it will be calculated separately After the internship period, the basic salary is 5600 30,000 words per day" She introduced the salary and package while showing me the studio  .

    A two-story house.  There are three computers on the first floor.  She sat me down and improvised a 500-word essay.

    I asked her for paper and pencil.  And explain to her ashamedly, I write faster than typing

    She has a hesitant look.  Probably few people in this society write with a pen now.

    But in the end, she didn't test me.  Because before I came here, I brought a novel I just wrote She flipped through it and was very satisfied

    And I was very embarrassed, being pointed out by someone younger than myself It really hurt my self-esteem

    After she finished reading it, she told me that other people's extra thousand words are only two yuan, and I will give you four yuan

    "Do you belong to the site or to" I asked.  A little worried.

    "The things you wrote have been revised by me, and then sold to the website. Every thousand words will be sold for 20 to 30 yuanI only earn the difference"

    I finally understand what they are? Nature of work.  It is necessary to be famous as early as possible, it seems that Eileen Chang is right.

    Their reputation is the best brand.

    ? After the things we wrote by hand were modified by them, they became their works. From then on, this work has nothing to do with us

    And we only get a few thousand dead wages

    "Think about it carefully. Every day, go to work at nine o'clock and leave work at five o'clockSubmit the manuscript on time"

    When I called to ask my family members for their opinions, they all agreed that it must be a liar.

    Because they don't know that I've been secretly writing.  In their eyes, I am a good citizen who goes to work on time and leaves work on time.  Don't go out to play around, and don't make a lot of noise.  Stay safe.  But now, it's like suddenly opening a magic box.  They saw another me.  A little dumbfounded.

    I ended up turning down the job.  Although the interview went well.  It's also my favorite job.  But I suddenly have the backbone I stay in the well, I can't touch the sun for a while But I will not stay in the dark forever, I want to fight on my own I can't give up the hope of fighting because I can't find a way out

    One day, I will be very proud to hold my book and tell others that I wrote it instead of seeing a book written by myself one day, but the signature at the back of the book is another person  Yeah, I don't have the energy to show off at all

    Although it will be a long timebut I will wait until the eternity of time

    The rainy season is the season of missing

    The raindrops falling in the sky that day are endless stories about you and me

    I will write it down with my heart (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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