Moonlight Variations

125.Chapter 125

It’s just that a pleasant conversation always ends in the end, and the last topic inevitably comes to the trivial things that happened recently in Churi. To Chuli’s surprise, it’s impossible for Higuxuan to not know the recent situation of Jiuchuan. It’s impossible not to know that his son is in a fragile stage...

It can be seen that even Hiukawa was so cautious about his mother before talking to him, but Hiu Guxuan still went straight, what he said.

"Although the Huazhi Award is shortlisted, you don't need to be proud. This work is still a few grades short of winning," Zhou Gu Xuan said lightly. It’s the rule of thumb to put out any titles and exaggerate sales, so they desperately exaggerated your shortlist and did interviews—in our era, they were all real results. I took my works to participate in the competition. , There is no time when I am not shortlisted, ah, how come no one interviews me?"

Hiukawa's chopsticks did not shake the rice, he raised his head and glanced at his father: "I don't know, maybe the reporter is also afraid of being **** off by you? What's wrong with wanting to live a few more years..."

Chuli kicked Shirakawa under the table.

Judging from Mrs. Zhou's upper body movements, she either kicked Zhou Gu Xuan under the table, or she reached out and pinched his thigh.

Gu Xuan ignored him, continued to confuse himself, and continued his own education: "Don’t be up to the sky, thinking that "The Book of Luohe" is all you are good at. Think about it, if you don’t have the first gift The knife rests on your neck, forcing you to submit a review. What can happen to you today?"

Zhou Chuan held the bowl and didn't say anything. He looked down at Chuli, Chuli was a little nervous.

"She didn't put the knife on my neck either, she just cried and wanted to give it away," Hiukawa said calmly, "I didn't want to give it, and it's not rare to give it, but you know, a woman's tears are the strongest."

The atmosphere eased slightly, Madam Chu laughed, and Chuli blushed awkwardly and pulled his sleeves, lowering her voice to warn, "What are you talking about?"

"If you don't have the cheapest, you will be good," Zhou Guxuan tapped Zhou Chuan in the air with his chopsticks.

"I didn't write the text."

"It's what you wrote. You are catching up with the good times. The literary world has also opened up the acceptance category in the past two years. In any case, this year's Huazhi Award must make a statement. I also read Xiaocheng's new book, which is also the first time. It’s the right thing to do. It sells well, and the writing is alive. Didn’t it just miss the good time, otherwise I think he can also be shortlisted.”

...It's over.

If it weren't for the elders right now, Chuli really wanted to lift his forehead and rub his eyebrows, and Teacher Zhou Guxuan was really the same as the rumors. He would have to say what he heard most annoyingly.

……… No wonder Zhou Chuan Tiantian said that Jiang Yucheng is the “child of the house next door”, which seems to be true.

"Jiang Yucheng's book with autograph sales is 50,000 less than me. It sells well. Why didn't you praise me and sold it well? I'm left with boasting sales and exaggeration, ah. He didn't blow a million first prints for the first time?"

Zhou Chuan looked at Chu Li.

Chuli's lips twitched. At this time, he was no longer standing on Hiukawa's side. His pickpocket was about to lift the table. So Chuli could only silently say "Teacher I'm sorry" to Jiang Yucheng in his heart, and then nodded honestly: " …That’s it, just blow it off."

Hiukawa turned his nostrils towards his father.

Zhou Gu Xuan "snorted": "Don't listen to what I'm saying. Did I say something wrong? The current writer is impatient and prepares before writing something. The first thing I think is not that you pass it. What the work wants to express, but thinking about whether I can write it like this, can it be popular...what good work can I create with such thinking."

Zhou Chuan smiled and said: "Isn't this Xiaocheng next door you said? Yesterday, I dragged me to discuss the highlights of the current popular themes... cater to the market, cater to exam-oriented education, cater to the outdated old man next door, Xiaocheng is good at project."

Zhou Gu Xuan: "Who do you think is the old man?!"

Hiukawa: "What do you do not have a guilty voice so loud."

Zhou Gu Xuan: "If you turn your back on you, it's just this virtue. No wonder so many people scold you on the Internet!"

Shirakawa: "They also scold you for writing for their sons and for being disrespectful to the old."

Zhou Gu Xuan: "I will write a fart for you!"

Hiukawa put down the bowl: "Yes, you should go for an interview and just tell those people like this-don't care whether they believe it or not, you can believe the bitter and deep enmity on your face."

Zhou Gu Xuan: "You give up, I won't go, tell them to continue to scold you."

Shirakawa: "It seems like you can scold me to death-if you don't help me, why are you telling me to come back? Don't you need money for the ticket?"

Zhou Guxuan: "I want to see Chu Li, who knows why you are back?"

Hikawa: "..."

This meal started from the harmony and friendship at the home court at the beginning of the ceremony, to the conversation between the father and son of Zhou Chuan and Zhou Gu Xuan. The atmosphere rushed from the equator to the Arctic Circle Sayazi all the way, and the others couldn't pull them back.

There was a smell of gunpowder in the air.

In Chuli's imagination, "Strict old father is rare to stand by his son's side and reprimand him for online violence. He is resolutely supporting his son. The son is crying and embracing his father tightly. I feel that although I have always quarreled for so many years, you really are my father." This scene did not appear...

Teacher Zhou Gu Xuan said: Let them continue to scold you.

Teacher Hiukawa said: It seems like he can scold me to death.

………Uh, strictly speaking, maybe the words of Teacher Zhou Gu Xuan can be regarded as another way to inspire the fighting spirit of Zhou Chuan?

After dinner, it's half past nine in the evening.

On the way back to the hotel for Chuli, Hikawa glanced at Chuli... holding the steering wheel in one hand, and patted the little girl in the passenger seat with the other hand: "Don't comfort me, I'm used to it. "

By saying this, Chuli suddenly felt that he was even more wronged, so after returning to the hotel, Hiukawa followed her into the room without saying a word.

When you close the door, you are pressed against the wall behind the door.

The man’s kiss rained down on her cheek, and finally fitted her lips, and the tip of the tongue easily opened her teeth to break in—the man’s big hand pressed against her waist, sliding into the hem of the shirt, a cold touch She shivered slightly when she applied the warm and delicate skin...

"Hiru, Hikawa..."

"Um?"

"Don't be here..."

"Then go to bed."

"..."

What she wants to say is not this—

But think about it, um, tonight is also regarded as witnessing how her baby was wronged, the phrase "you get me fucked" can't be said anyway... So he was silently pressed into the soft bed, letting his big hands be. Her waist and lower abdomen rubbed and wandered, and her fingertips seemed to touch the small bulge of meat that was squeezed out after she moved up slightly under her underwear because of the push...

It was ten o'clock to the hotel, and finally Hikawa left about 11:30—

The two of them are like early adopters who have just touched on new things. Every tiny new discovery can make them tirelessly lingering for a long time...Although they always feel that the time and place are a bit weird, they finally failed to make it to the end, but it does not hinder The entire hotel room was rolled in a mess by two people...

In the end, Shirakawa got up with red eyes and kissed the red lips of the person in his arms, with a hoarse voice: "I'll go to the toilet to solve it."

Then got up and went into the bathroom.

Chuli lay on the bed, her chest ups and downs, and turned around. The sheets were filled with the smell of perfume on her body and the scent of Shirkawa... Her face flushed red, and she looked at the bathroom door that had just been closed, awkwardly. She got up, didn't wear slippers, and trot all the way to the door with her feet on her feet, lying on the door.

The bathroom is just a sliding door.

Pulling the sliding door a little bit, you can open a seam. Chuli cat put her ears on the door with her waist, listening to the blushing movement inside, and the man gasping slightly...

Standing on a soft carpet with curled toes, Chuli’s heartbeat speeds up, blood flow all over his body speeds up, and at the same time some legs are soft—

The impulse to open the toilet door recklessly, open his arms, and yell at the man as if at home, "Come on, I'm not afraid" almost burns his brain... Staggering away from the toilet door, Chuli lay back on the bed and hugged him. He stayed on the pillow, bit his finger tightly, and curled up.

…

at the same time.

Day home.

Madam Chu brought the sweet soup and put it in front of her husband, watching him take a sip of the sweet soup, and finally couldn't help poking his back with her finger. Complaining: "What did you say today? I asked you if we had done a good deal before you went out. How many human words do you have to say today?"

Zhou Gu Xuan was jabbed and raised his eyelids: "Which people are talking, you are talking to yourself from beginning to end, did I promise you?"

"Oh, you old antique is justified — I don’t know how bad the scolding our son is on the Internet, you don’t care if you don’t comfort him, and you are desperate to say that his shortlisting is not something to be happy about. So, he was in vain. Are people jealous and pinched for nothing?"

Zhou Gu Xuan took a sip of the sweet soup, and was laughed at by his wife's words: "He is looking for comfort to me?"

Mrs. Shu was speechless by this rhetorical question.

"Before he came, he knew what I would say," Zhou Guxuan put down the bowl. "It is impossible to expect me to comfort him, and you are less likely to comfort him as if he suffered some crime. You are used to everything— You women don’t understand..."

"If you don't understand anything, tell me."

"At this time, the more cautious, the more he burdens him, what should be done—ah, people on the Internet say that he was written on his behalf, and he was really written on his behalf. Isn’t that, he, us, and the people around him can’t be clear?”

"..."

"It's all nonsense, and it's not enough." Zhou Gu Xuan said lightly, "This is not enough to defeat Shiu Chuan. It will never be a rumor that can hurt a person. As long as his waist is straight, he will always be straight. Won't fall down."

"...Oh, you old antique," Mrs. Shu was dumbfounded, "you can speak pretty well."

"That's my son." He pinched his nose and put the deadly sweet soup into his throat, and Gu Xuan put down the bowl. "I don't understand, who else understands?... Maybe he is taking advantage of the overwhelming sympathy of you women. What advantage are you desperately taking, you guys, if he sells it, return him to count the money, right?"

…

In the hotel.

Chu Li Xiaoxiao, who was holding the pillow, sneezed, raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose. She always looked at the open door of the bathroom.