The difficulty of success further illustrates the necessity of action.——Beaumarchais
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After dinner, Xia Tian sat on the sofa with his chin in his hand and watched Ruochu drawing with a pencil on the entire wall of the living room, climbing up and down the ladder, and was very busy.
"Miss, weren't you tired from staying up late last night? Why don't you look like you?" Xia Tian didn't understand. When Ruochu first came back, he looked wilted, but now he is full of life.
"After your super nutritious meal, I quickly recovered my strength." Ruochu was still moving his hands and mouth, and he would move far away from time to time while drawing to see the effect.
In fact, she was able to regain her vitality because of Xia Tian's conclusion about heroes emerging from troubled times. Daddy said before leaving that he wanted her to exercise the position of editor-in-chief. What does this mean? It means power. With this, what else does she have to worry about?
What? The next thing that needs to be thought about is how to use this power well, use it on the edge, not use it indiscriminately, and achieve the effect she wants.
As soon as she saw the white wall in the front of the living room, she had an idea. Now that she felt relaxed, she couldn't wait to realize the idea.
"Miss, I heard that hand-painted walls usually require a rough draft on paper first. How can you just draw it directly?" Xia Tian tilted her head and looked left and right but couldn't see what Ruochu was drawing. She couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
I'm worried that she won't be able to accept an abstract painting on a nice wall. Besides, why didn't she know that Ruo Chu could still paint?
"Don't worry, you know what it means to be confident, so I call it a confident hand-painted wall draft." Ruochu said confidently.
"But, what are you painting?"
"Don't worry, you'll know what it is in a minute. By the way, Xia Tian, do you want to paint it together? It's very fun." Ruochu came down from the ladder, turned around and said excitedly to Xia Tian.
"No, no, I can't draw. If you come to me again when the wall is ruined, I won't do it." Xia Tian waved his hands quickly.
"Don't be nervous, it won't be ruined. Just draw some leaves for me in the upper left corner. Come on." Ruochu ran to the sofa to grab Xia Tian, but Xia Tian couldn't resist her and had to take the pencil handed over by Ruochu.
"How is the preparation of the website going?" Ruochu asked casually.
"How can it be so fast? However, Senior Brother Lu has made an appointment for me to go to your house to discuss with Teacher Qin on the weekend. The key now is that your dad is not here. Doesn't he have a lot of author resources on his hands?" Xia Tian painted each stroke in detail.
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"Ah, you don't call me for such fun things. Rousseau is serious. I will go home and mingle with you that weekend." Ruochu complained half-seriously.
"You're not from our editorial department, so you can just be the editor-in-chief's wife." Xia Tian joked.
"Xia Tian, what are you talking about? I can't understand what the editor-in-chief's wife is saying." Ruochu stopped and looked at Xia Tian innocently and asked.
Xia Tian also stopped. Judging from Ruochu's expression, he seemed to really don't understand, "Aren't you and Senior Brother Lu a couple?" How is this possible? Even a fool can see their relationship.
"Of course not, did he tell you that?" Ruochu widened his eyes and became serious.
"But, everyone thinks so, and don't you two always get together?" Otherwise, why would Rousseau help her over and over again, and it's such a big thing to find a job. If it wasn't for Ruochu, who would they know her in the summer?
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"Please, Xia Tian, I have known him since I was six years old. We have been together since childhood, okay? No wonder others are chasing me. I have been in college for four years and not a single male classmate has chased me. It turns out that is how everyone sees it.
Ours, alas." After Ruochu finished speaking, he still lamented.
"Ruochu, Ruochu, don't you even look at it. In our entire Chinese Department, well, in the entire School of Liberal Arts, which boy is better than our senior brother? How many girls are staring at you, and you still feel aggrieved." Xia Tian couldn't help but defend Rousseau.
Speak fair.
"What? Is there anyone else who likes Rousseau? No way." Ruochu's mouth opened wide now. She really didn't see how Rousseau had any affinity with women.
Looking at Ruochu's expression, Xia Tian suddenly felt sour in her heart. Thinking of the way Rousseau looked at Ruochu when they had dinner last time, it was clear that he was deeply in love, but could it be another unrequited love? He suddenly felt
Rousseau is a bit pitiful.
"Forget it, don't mention this. I also know that Rousseau is very good, but maybe we are too familiar. I have never thought about that. Come, look at what I painted again. This time I know what it is.
Right?" Ruochu changed the subject.
"It seems to be a donkey?" Xia Tian reluctantly identified it for a long time before tentatively speaking.
"That's right, it's Eeyore the donkey. Just draw a bow on his tail. Hehe, let's work hard." After Ruochu finished speaking, Xia Tian secretly let out a sigh of relief.
The two girls worked on that wall until late at night, and finally they were all so tired that they fell asleep on the sofa.
Xiaochuan returned to the United States this time at Michelle's invitation to attend the release ceremony of one of her new films. By the way, he would accompany her to Europe to receive an award. At the same time, he also wanted to sort out the affairs of the publishing company, meet some author friends, and chat with them.
We were chatting about building a website. I originally wanted to return to China as soon as possible after finishing the matter, but because I have many friends, and he rarely comes back now, he meets this and that, and has many social activities, so he has been delayed.
Michelle was also reluctant to let Xiaochuan leave, so she tried to find things for him every day, but Xiaochuan couldn't leave right away.
I was a little anxious at first, always thinking about domestic affairs, and worried about whether it would be appropriate to leave everything to Ruochu. Although I wanted to train her, after all, she was still a child who had not left school.
He wanted to call him several times to ask about the situation, but then he thought, since this girl didn't call him to complain, she should be able to hold on, so he had to see how far she could go, or he would have to admit his losses.
So I stayed in the United States with peace of mind. I went to the company every day to deal with things, chatted with friends and played basketball when I had nothing to do. In the evening, I had Michelle hanging around me all night long, so my life went by very quickly.
If Ruo Chu is so busy here, he still has to take time to go shopping for his favorite home decorations. Although he lives in a shared house, it is his first time away from a group life, so he must make it comfortable according to his own ideas.
Only those who obey are willing to do so.
It was also the first time for me to come into contact with DM magazine. I had promised Xiaochuan before. It was just a show of determination. However, how to make this promise come true requires continuous hard work behind the scenes. Find information, go to
Collecting DM magazines in various public places, and even publishing questionnaires online and on the streets, and then working until late at night every day, finally, the plan and the overall framework came out. Ruochu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about how many years it has been since his father was gone.
After many days, I suddenly wanted him to come back and see the fruits of his labor.
Now you can have a good sleep and look at the work schedule on the calendar. Tomorrow is the deadline for the first draft of "Mirror Image". Let's take a breather after this busy period.
I came to the "Mirror" early the next day. The first thing I did when I turned on my computer was to check emails. No one submitted the first draft. This was the last day. Okay, wait a little longer. Maybe everyone is willing to meet the deadline.
Submit it.
When it was time to get off work in the morning, there was still no one to submit. Ruochu couldn't sit still and called Xiaofan to ask when she could submit the first draft. Xiaofan said that it had been submitted to Editor Pei, so Ruochu asked her
Didn't he say that he would submit it to her during the topic selection meeting? Xiaofan said that later Editor-in-Chief Pei sent them an email asking them to continue submitting the first draft to her. She herself thought that Pei Hua would submit it to Ruochu.
Putting down the phone, Ruochu roughly understood what had happened, and wanted to ask Pei Hua what was going on. After picking up the phone, he put it down again. Ruochu was more cautious, because only the first draft could be entered into the typesetting process.
What did Pei Hua do behind her back? You can find out by asking the art editor.
When I arrived at the art editor's work area, I saw that, as expected, the art editors were all doing typesetting. That is to say, when Ruochu had not received the first draft, the art editor had already started to enter the typesetting process. If Ruochu asked who asked them to typeset,
Everyone agrees - Editor-in-Chief Pei.
In other words, Pei Hua bypassed and bypassed Ruochu.
In an instant, Ruochu's hands and feet were cold, but her blood kept rising. She barely controlled her rationality and asked one of the art editors if the art director had told them to follow an overall style for this issue's layout, or if there was anything for them.
When there were new requirements or changes, such as adding white space or something, the art editor told her that there was nothing and she could just follow the original layout.
Ruochu's heart sank and he continued to ask, who will ultimately approve or confirm the layout you have arranged?
The art editor's answer was the art director. If he asked what to do if the editor was not satisfied, the art editor said that they were only responsible to the art director and the editor could make suggestions.
Ruochu nodded, and before leaving, he said, "Stop all typesetting, and what you are doing now will not count." The editors looked at each other, but Ruochu ignored them.
If it was Pei Hua who she was angry about just now, then now she has a bigger difficulty in front of her, which is Chen Dong, or the original system. The art director is solely responsible for the layout. There is nothing wrong with this. There are specialties in the art industry.
However, those responsible for design often only focus on the effect, and although the content is not completely weakened, it is not the ultimate focus.
This creates a contradiction, which is actually very common, that is, whether the layout of the magazine should be decided by the copy editor or the design. This question makes sense no matter how you say it. Many times it is the result of coordination or mutual compromise.
But if the situation we are faced with is that the art director refuses to accept his own opinions and insists on going his own way, then how should the style of this magazine be adopted, and why should we go against it? Let’s try it.