小苏匆匆回到编辑部里取忘在那儿的手提包时,竟发现自己的稿子被刘主编揉作一团扔在垃圾篓里。顿时,他脑子里一阵眩晕,嗡嗡作响;打了一个趔趄,差一点摔倒在地上。上个月,刘主编拿出一本《黄河魂》杂志。刊头的狂草字遒劲挺拔,洒脱自如。淡蓝色的封面,雪花漫天飞舞,一株红梅迎风怒放,芬芳飘香。翻开了,指着目录里的短篇小说《变脸的魔术师》,笑着问小苏:“拙作,拜托你正一下如何?”“好的,我一定好好拜读。”小苏一脸虔诚,诚惶诚恐的样子。“不是拜读,是挑刺,挑得越狠越深,我越欢迎!”刘主编那种海纳百川的胸襟和风度,让小苏受宠若惊。于是,回到家他挑灯夜战,写 When he returned to the editorial department to forget the handbag there, he found his manuscript tossed by Liu into a rubbish basket. Suddenly, a dizziness in his mind, buzzing; hit a shy, almost fell to the ground. Last month, Liu editor put out a “Yellow Soul” magazine. Mushuzhijia masthead strong straightforward, free and easy. Light blue cover, snow everywhere, a red plum in the wind, fragrant fragrance. Open, pointing to the directory of the short story “magic face changing face”, asked Xiao Su: “My humble work, please what are you? ” “Well, I must have a good reading. A look of devout, trepidation look. ”Do not read, is to pick the thorns, pick the more ruthless, the more I welcome!" Liu editor of the kind-hearted sea of ​​mind and style, so small Su flattered. So, he went home to pick the light night war, write