I Am a Big Player

　　 was originally a peaceful night run, but on the way home, he happened to ran into Duan Xiaolou, the girl he had confessed to, and the other party seemed to be running at night too.

　　 This is not easy. It makes sense. How many little girls now pay attention to their exercises?

The girl once stood in the evening sunset in the time of school and was amazing at Ren He. Now the girl is wearing earphones and wearing a white sportswear hoodie, once again astonishing Ren He, like a glimpse of the night flower in the night. , And exudes a delicate fragrance.

　　 There seems to be such a person in every young man's memory, so amazing that she is standing in the crowd and you will feel that she is unique and outstanding. If you can become a knight, probably all young people are willing to fight the sword for her. No matter how long it takes to wait for you to see her again, you will say: Ah, it's her...

　　 Duan Xiaolou seems to be such an existence.

　　 Duan Xiaolou's eyes lit up when he saw Ren He: "I knew that our two live in the same courtyard but I have never met before. You...come out for a run?"

　　 Ren He wiped the sweat bead on his forehead and smiled: "Well, keep fit, just run around."

"Are you really going to take the physical education college? I think this is only the third year of the junior high school. If you want to practice, you can go to high school if you want to practice." Duan Xiaolou also heard recent rumors in the school: Ren He Because of the poor culture class, I am ready to go to sports school.

　　 Ren He was stunned. This was the first time someone asked him this question in person. He thought for a while and said, “If there’s nothing, just exercise. Okay, let’s go home as soon as it’s late.”

　　 "Well," Duan Xiaolou didn't seem to expect that Ren He would take the initiative to end the topic so quickly, but she smiled: "Okay, see you tomorrow at school!"

　　 She watched Ren He's disappearing figure running in the night and disappeared at the corner of the residential building in front of him. Duan Xiaolou had a strange feeling in his heart. It seemed that Ren He was a little different, but she couldn't tell where it was different.

　　...

　　 Kyoto Newspaper Group, review room.

"Hey, look, here is a weird contribution," a young editor with black-framed eyes greeted his colleagues: "I read it to you, it's very interesting, like a nursery rhyme! At the beginning of humanity, nature is good. , The **** is similar, Xi is far from each other..."

　　 After he finished reading, his colleagues were all interested: "Is this a nursery rhyme? It sounds interesting, but why would you send it to us? We don't publish this kind of stuff."

　　 "The writing is good, but it seems to be a bit too simple. If it is an ancient poem, it doesn't count. It's a jingle at best."

　　 "Come on, transfer it to the subsidiary company of children's publications under the group, and you can't let the good works be buried."

　　 A middle-aged editor has been thinking silently after listening to the Three-Character Classic. When he heard that everyone agreed to transfer the Three-Character Classic to children’s publications, he suddenly said: "Xiao Li, wait a minute, show it to me."

　　 However, after he got it, he walked directly to the editor-in-chief's room behind him. He knocked on the door, and a voice ringing like a bell said: "Please come in."

　　Middle-aged editor: "Lao Zhou, we have received a more interesting submission. Have you seen it?"

　　 The young editors outside looked at each other, didn't they? This kind of manuscript was shown to the editor-in-chief. You must know that their editor-in-chief, Zhou Wumeng, is a leader in the media industry. Only quite amazing works have always been given to him.

　　 This work is interesting and interesting, but it’s amazing, but I can’t talk about it.

　　 Zhou Wumeng heard the middle-aged editor say: "Oh? Show me."

　　 He took the thin sheet of paper in the middle-aged editor's hand and read out: "At the beginning of man, nature is good..." As he read, Zhou Wumeng suddenly took his reading glasses and continued to look at it.

　　Middle-aged editors know that there is a play when they see their editor-in-chief put on glasses, because this is the iconic action of the editor of their Kyoto newspaper when they see a good manuscript! The middle-aged editor whispered: "I think this manuscript is even qualified to enter elementary school textbooks! Xiao Li and the others are young so they can't see the true meaning of this manuscript. I think you still have to read it."

Zhou Wumeng had finished reading at this time, rubbing his temples and thinking earnestly: "Finally, representative works of phenomenon-level appear in Mengtong's books, which are of far-reaching significance. Maybe every family will use this as the first child education in the future. One lesson! Arrange to the headline of the third page tomorrow, the manuscript fee will be paid according to the A-level poems, and then communicate with the author to see if we can get the copyright!"

　　 The middle-aged editor was taken aback. He thought that this work might be very influential, but he didn't expect that Mr. Zhou would directly promote it to such a high position! The three-character classic, you say how profound it is, the first time you will not think it. But the old man with a vision can immediately find out when he sees it, it actually teaches Mengtong to write a catchy three-character song! deep meaning!

　　 The middle-aged editor nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll contact you right away!"

　　 Zhou Wu had a dream, and said, "Forget it, I will fight it myself."

　　...

　　 Just when Ren He thought that the Three-Character Classic had fallen to the ground, he suddenly received a call from Zhou Wumeng, the editor-in-chief of the Kyoto Newspaper Group. Ren He knew that he was right when he heard the other party's self-report from the Kyoto Newspaper Group.

　　 "Hello, is this Ren He?" Zhou Wumeng asked.

　　 "Hello, who are you?"

"Hello, hello, I am Zhou Wumeng, the editor-in-chief of the Kyoto Newspaper Group. This is the case. I have received your manuscript, the Three Character Classic. I would like to ask, is it your independent creation? Is the copyright still in your hands? ?"

　　 "Yes," Ren He replied happily, "I created it independently."

　　 "Excuse me, I hear your voice relatively young, would you like to know your age?"

　　 "15 years old, a junior high school student," Ren He smiled, knowing that the other party must have such questions.

"The third year student..." Zhou Wumeng was stunned. He never expected that the author of this highly respected work was only a third year student. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, he returned to his mind and continued to ask. : "We want to purchase all domestic and overseas distribution copyrights of the Three-Character Classic. I wonder if you have any intentions?"

　　 "Only divided into, not packaged for sale," Ren He replied simply and neatly.

Zhou Wumeng understands that although the other party is a junior high school student, he also understands that the copyright of the three-character classic in his hand is definitely not an obscure work. The other party has absolute confidence. No wonder he would send it to the Kyoto Newspaper Group without thinking. From the very beginning, the other party planned to rely on the Kyoto Newspaper Group to take the road of copyright!

"That's it. I will go to Luoyang in person next week to talk to you about copyright cooperation. Tomorrow, your three-character classic will be published on the headline of the third page of the Kyoto Daily, and I will also pay your contribution directly. Can you bring it over?"

　　 "Yes," Ren He agreed. The communication between the two parties has been smooth so far. As the leader of the domestic paper media, the Kyoto Press Group is indeed the best platform for him to make his first pot of gold.

After hanging up Zhou Wumeng's call, Ren He lay down on the bed, and relived his life in this life. He didn't have to be rich or famous. He just wanted to re-travel the path of regret in his last life, thinking about his last life. I did everything I did but didn't do!

　　 For him, literature is just a way of survival, not a dream.

When Ren He fell asleep, he dreamed that he was wearing a white jacket, wearing goggles, with skis on his feet, and his body moved slightly. He dashed down from the top snow mountain, and the whole figure floated in the white world. Snow waves split on both sides of him, and the wind made way for him!

　　 I don’t know what happened. As soon as the scene changed, he suddenly saw a girl standing in the sunset of the snow-capped mountain, a beautiful inconceivable thing.