Rebirth 1986: Starting from Submission

In his previous life, Zhou Xingzhi lived to the age of forty-eight and was a poor editor that no one remembered. I have spent my whole life correcting other people's manuscripts, but my name has never been printed. It takes eight blind dates before someone is willing to marry. My son thought he was greasy. He had cervical spondylosis and couldn't even lift his head. When he woke up, he went back to 1986. Sixteen years old, 1.78 Meters tall, with handsome features and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. Standing on the playground of Jingzhou No. 3 Middle School, you can hear the girls in the back row whispering: This kid is so smart. The face is new, but the brain is old. The vision he has accumulated in forty-eight years is enough for him to walk sideways in this era. As soon as the manuscript was sent to "Jingzhou Literature and Art", he threw away the rejection letter and wrote down the pencil comments. From the county journal to the provincial journal, from a poor boy to letting his parents straighten their backs in the cotton mill. The classmate Bai Yueguang, the hot girl at the noodle shop, the gentle voice at the radio station, and the sharp-tongued sister in the editorial department, each one is more complicated than the other. In Jingzhou in 1986, rivers nourished people, and people nourished people even more. He wants to write the most down-to-earth stories and live the most open life. (The text is updated steadily every day, welcome to add to your collection)