Believe that you are right, and then move forward courageously. - Crockett
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Qin Nan called three times for dinner. Ruo Chucai hurriedly ran down, picked up the bowl and started to chop the rice. Yuan Jingshu kept saying: "Slow down, slow down, my little ancestor..."
The family sat at the dining table and looked at each other. Ruoqi suddenly put down his rice bowl and ran out of the dining room. "What are you doing?" Qin Bei called.
"Take a picture of my sister eating and show it to Rousseau." As soon as Ruo Qi finished speaking, Qin Bei pulled him back and pushed him to the dining table, "Eat honestly."
When Ruochu heard what Ruoqi said, he almost choked and coughed so much that he had to put down his job. Qin Nan sighed and came over to gently hit Ruochu on the back with a reproachful look on his face.
"By the way, Mom, didn't daddy come this afternoon? Why did he leave without eating?" Ruochu glanced around and didn't find Xiaochuan, then remembered that he left his room, thinking he came downstairs to accompany him.
Dad or Ruoqi?
"I hurriedly left as soon as I came out of your room. It seems there was something important." Ruoqi replied as if he suddenly thought of something.
"Ruoruo, you have locked yourself in your room for a whole day and almost forgot to eat. Why is it so important? You have never been like this in the college entrance examination before?" As soon as Qin Nan said this, Ruoqi nodded his head next to him.
Like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Ah, an assignment for an elective course." Ruochu replied lightly and continued to eat.
"Oh? What class can make you so sleepless and forgetful about food?" Ruochu secretly complained, which aroused Qin Bei's interest.
"Ah, Dad, this is an elective course from the foreign department, not from our department. You don't know. Okay, I'm full, you guys eat slowly." After Ruochu finished speaking, she put down her bowls and chopsticks before anyone could stop her.
He ran back to the room in a hurry.
Qin Nan shook his head helplessly. This child didn't know who he was following, and he didn't care about the image of a lady at all.
"Nan, have you noticed that my daughter is a little strange lately?" Qin Bei looked at the direction where Ruochu disappeared and said thoughtfully.
"It's a bit strange today. I don't know she lives on campus normally. What did you find?" Qin Nan asked Qin Bei.
"Recently, some teachers reported to me that she was absent from class. I was thinking that this child has never skipped class since she was a child, but she was in all my classes." Qin Bei recalled with a frown.
Qin Nan glanced at Qin Bei helplessly: "Of course she can't skip your classes, but didn't you tell me that a student life without skipping classes is incomplete?"
"Oh? When did I tell you this?" Qin Bei raised his eyebrows, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and looked at his wife with interest. Why didn't he remember what he said?
Qin Nan glanced at Qin Bei with her big innocent eyes, then lowered her head with a smile and said nothing, remembering how Qin Bei comforted her when she skipped her department's professional classes to attend Qin Bei's classes. Now she still remembers that he himself
Instead, I forgot.
Qin Bei was startled for a moment when he saw Qin Nan's expression, and then his heart shuddered. After all these years, her smile could still easily set off ripples in his heart, swaying his mind, making him wish that the world was nothing but
The two of them let him do whatever he wanted.
"Dad, did you really say this?" At this time, Ruoqi, who was ignorant of current affairs, intervened with an expression of admiration on his face, his eyes shining with great approval. He never thought that his father could say such a profound thing to him.
If you are serious, now you will have an excuse to skip class again.
Qin Nan couldn't help but glance at Qin Bei. Qin Bei turned around and glared at Ruoqi fiercely, "I'm talking about college. You have to pass the exam first. You are definitely not allowed to skip classes now." He said this with affection.
He looked at his wife intently.
Ruoqi lowered his head and muttered "double standards" in dissatisfaction, and not surprisingly received a chestnut.
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After Ruochu worked hard for almost two days and one night, he finally completed the specially planned first draft. After checking it several times to confirm that there was nothing wrong with it, he mustered up the courage to send it to the mailboxes of editor Pei Hua and writer Fan Sen, and then he had a good sleep with peace of mind.
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She didn't go back to school on Monday. She went directly to the unit. How can I put it, she was both anxious and hopeful. Although time was a bit tight, she had consulted a large amount of detailed information and could only do her graduation thesis.
Judging from past experience, as long as she puts her mind into something, she has never failed.
The text manuscript has been submitted, but the pictures and some auxiliary content related to the idea need to be further refined. At the same time, the layout plan and communication with the art editor must be considered. If you first come to the office, you will start preparing for these.
Although there were still many things to be busy with, the other senior editors didn't know that she was responsible for special planning, and they still threw all the trivial matters to her. However, Ruochu didn't say anything, but instead
Full of energy and energy.
Just before getting off work at noon, Ruochu received a call from Pei Hua asking her to go to her office.
"Editor Pei, is it a special plan to find me?" Ruochu asked as soon as she came in. This is what she is concerned about now. In fact, she has been waiting all morning.
"Sit down first." Pei Hua said calmly.
Ruochu Yiyan still sat in the same position as last time.
Pei Hua sighed first, then pushed up his glasses habitually. "Xiao Qin, the task I assigned you before was about special planning for the Oscars, right?" Pei Hua asked, staring at the computer screen.
"Yes."
"Then have you asked Fan Sen for advice?" Still not looking at Ruochu.
"have……"
"Oh? How did he tell you?"
"He asked me to refer to past practices." Ruochu answered honestly, but felt a little uncomfortable with Pei Hua's tone and attitude. She seemed to have doubts about what she was doing, so why not just say it directly? The leader must
Are you using this roundabout way to make people guess?
"Then did you refer to it?" At this time, Pei Hua finally turned her gaze to Ruochu. It was a direct gaze, which made Ruochu feel even more uncomfortable. It was very uncomfortable, although her tone did not change much.
"I think... yes..." Her reference was to abandon the previous practice, rather than to imitate it. It was precisely because of this that Ruochu hesitated when she answered, but it did not mean that she did not refer to it.
"If you had really taken it as a reference, you wouldn't have made such a weird thing." As soon as Pei Hua said this, Ruochu's blood suddenly surged up, his face turned red, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
, I have never been so belittled and hit in my life.
Controlling his almost trembling voice, he forced himself to be calm and asked: "Excuse me, Editor-in-Chief Pei, please tell me directly what is wrong and what is not done well."
"Do you still want me to say it? I asked you to write about Oscar, such an important thing, but you are here talking about independent films, even the Saint-Denis Film Festival..." Pei Hua's voice was not high, and his tone was not sharp.
, but it sounds extremely harsh.
"We were talking about the relationship between independent films and Oscars. The Saint-Denis Film Festival only mentioned it in passing..."
"What does independent film have to do with Oscars? It doesn't matter at all..."
"Editor-in-chief, I don't think you can say that. "Crash" and "Shakespeare in Love" are not independent films that won Oscars..."
"That's a special case. You know what a special case is? You can't generalize. According to what you said, the Oscar will be based on whoever invests the least will win the Best Picture. Is that possible?"
"Editor-in-Chief, you know that's not what I meant..."
"What do you mean? Look at what you wrote, 'Oscars cannot abandon independent films', 'We need to learn from the Saint-Denis Film Festival', and 'Pursue business while taking into account art'..." Pei Hua kept pulling the mouse.
, obviously what is on her screen now is Ruochu's article, maybe she has been relying on her luck all morning.
"Editor Pei, the main purpose of my article is to explore the issue of how the Oscars can balance business and artistry through the inseparability of Oscars and independent films. This does not break away from the scope of the Oscars, but also wants to arouse people's attention to the Oscars.
Think and pay attention…”
"You are simply criticizing. Which issue of special planning does this?"
"But no one stipulates that criticism is not allowed. What's more, my criticism is still based on the hope that it will be better. Without criticism, there will be no progress. If it has not been done before, it does not mean that it cannot be done, right?" Ruo Chu was still popular.
Arguing with a straight face.
Pei Hua waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, I can't compete with you, take it back and rewrite it, follow the previous pattern, and hand it in tomorrow." After saying that, he no longer looked at Ruochu.
Ruochu slowly stood up from his seat, "I'm sorry, Editor Pei, I can't take it back and rewrite it because you haven't convinced me of the reason for rewriting it. You don't have to use it, but if you want me to do it again,
I still insist on myself." Ruochu's voice was not loud, but the firmness in his tone was undeniable.
Pei Hua suddenly took off her glasses, took a deep look at Ruochu, and wanted to have a fit. Maybe she felt that it was a loss of her identity, so she put her glasses back on. If other probationary editors were so disobedient, they would just resign.
She has no worries. No editor has ever been so tough on her. If it had been anyone else, the manuscript would have been rejected immediately. It was not for the sake of the new editor-in-chief that he would not have said so much to her.
This was good, but she was put in a difficult position by the little editor who was in the probation period. You asked them to rework, but they didn't do it, and the editor-in-chief was still waiting to see. She couldn't tell the editor-in-chief that Qin Ruochu didn't do it, she couldn't do it.
If two people from a good family really know each other, she herself is neither inside nor outside. Thinking of this, she said, "You should go back first, and I will think about it later."
When Ruo Chu left, Editor-in-chief Pei Hua immediately drafted a long email about this special plan and sent it to the new editor-in-chief. Her views and attitude were very clear. At the same time, she also believed in the editor-in-chief's vision. Maybe he just wanted to test it.
There may be new employees, so she has the obligation to let the editor-in-chief know the true situation of each person. At the end of the email, she also apologized for their lack of seriousness in recruitment. The implication is that it was their mistake for Qin Ruochu to come in.
When he returned to the work area, it was already time for lunch. Ruochu slumped back in his chair, without any appetite. He struggled to recall what Pei Hua had just said. He was so sad that he couldn't help but lie down on his desk.