(15) If there's anyone to blame, it can only be you for being too talented

  After the New Year's Day with good weather, after visiting all relatives and friends with his parents, Song Minwo stayed at home to write.

  "Ah ah ah ah ah!" Song Min painfully grasped her hair, countless thoughts in her mind, but not a single word could be written, it was too painful...

  "I can't write anymore." Song Min called Yuan Siyu with great grievance.

  Then I won't write it.

  "But today is the deadline..."

  "Even if you have to submit your work soon, you can't write it out, and it's annoying. Why not go out with me and relax?"

  "Alright, alright."

  Yuan Siyu: "Is it just that you want me to take you out to have fun..."

  Inside Mark Fairwhale's exclusive store.

  Song Min silently watched as Yuan Siyu took a jacket and compared it to herself, "Why did you come to the men's clothing store?"

  "I like it, next time I'll bring my boyfriend to buy, too handsome!"

  "No." Song Min suddenly looked away from Yuan's infatuated face and sat down on the long bench in the specialty store, quietly watching Yuan Siyu.

  The phone in the pocket started vibrating.

  Song Min took a look and his fingers reacted faster than his brain, pressing the decline button.

  The phone started vibrating again after two seconds of silence.

  "Why aren't you answering the phone?" Looking at Song Min staring blankly at his mobile phone, Yuan Siyu approached him.

  "Magazine editor."

  "What's wrong with you, hurry up and catch it."

  "I'm not, I haven't had any inspiration lately, can't write anything. Today's short story is due for submission, but I wrote half of it before the New Year and haven't had any inspiration since then......" Song Min was about to cry, this editor was really terrifying, every time she called to rush the manuscript it was like a fatal blow, plus she would harass her on all sorts of communication devices, and always loved to pressure her, rushing both short stories and novels.

  "Who made you a third-rate writer now?" Yuan Suyu shrugged and spread his hands, with a look of regret.

  "You also said that if it wasn't for your encouragement, I wouldn't have participated in that broken literary creation competition, would I have won the award? Would I have been signed by a magazine?! " As soon as Yuan Siyu said this, Song Min thought back to when they had gone out to play after the college entrance exam and were bored with nothing to do. Under Yuan Siyu's encouragement, she wrote a travelogue and participated in the literary creation competition. Who knew what kind of dog shit luck it was, but she actually won first prize... and then... Song Min's miserable writing career began...

  "It's your fault?" Yuan Suyu sighed, "If I have to blame someone, it can only be that you're too talented."

  Hmph...

  Watching Yuan Siyu speak nonsense with a straight face, Song Min couldn't help but laugh out loud, really worried that at any moment the onlookers would come and start throwing bricks.

  After strolling through the streets, Yuan Siyu dragged Song Min to watch the latest horror movie. Throughout the whole process, Song Min was shivering with fear and didn't dare to look at any of the scenes, just listening to the sound effects was enough to scare her for ten days or half a month.

  Song Min's courage has shrunk to a certain extent, and she gets scared for a long time just by looking at something slightly frightening, especially when she can't sleep at night, she always thinks wildly and scares herself half to death.

  "There are no ghosts in this world, what's there to be afraid of!" Yuan Siyu looked at Song Min's huddled figure and couldn't help but want to pull down the hands covering her eyes.

  "Yuan Siyu, you're too much." Song Min covered her eyes tightly, she wished she had two more hands to cover her ears.

  Yuan Siyu: "You can just scare yourself all day! How could I know someone as timid as you?"