In the summer of 2003, 25-year-old Chen Muzhi returned to the starting point of his life. In his last life, he wrote for nearly twenty years. The stack of manuscript papers is taller than a person, and each article is in order, but nothing has really changed. The water in the lake is getting muddier year by year, and the words he mentioned will always sink to the bottom of the pile of documents. Before closing his eyes, he finally figured it out: It wasn't that the pen wasn't good, it was that he never handed the pen to the place where it should be handed. In this life, he decided to change his way of life. A manuscript that was rushed out overnight made the conference room quiet for three seconds;
Eight words on a page kept many people awake all night;
Something that took three years to grind out was solemnly put into the deepest part of the drawer. No system, no luck, no shortcuts.
There is only a pen, a lamp, and a person who refuses to give in. What he writes is never words——
This is the road that this city will take in the next twenty years. (Realistic rebirth·Era workplace·No system·Single female protagonist)
