Moonlight Variations

Human emotions are a very subtle thing-like Shirkawa, who always figured it out in the last second, and thought it was nothing; the next second, I can't figure it out again, what do you think is this?

It can't be said that since when the emotions reached the edge of breaking down.しw.

In retrospect, it seems that in the last second I can even smile and tell the people who came to care "I'm fine"; in the next second, I suddenly thought of the readers who left, thinking of how they felt when they turned and left, and what they said. What did you do, when such negative emotions poured in...

The emotions accumulated over so many days exploded.

In fact, there are many readers who encourage him on Weibo or through emails to Yuanyueshe. They always believe that Hiukawa is not the author like the outsiders say-this kind of encouragement is very useful, maybe for a second. , Hiukawa feels that he has been redeemed and has the motivation to stand up again...

However, in the 20 encouragements, there is a cynicism, and all the power of encouragement can also be wiped out——

He didn't want this either.

But there is no way to ignore it.

"..."

At this moment, Shirakawa looked at Chuli sitting at his feet, bowing his head and crying. He thought to himself, she should also be very tired, living in the low air pressure at home every day-as usual, he should hug her. , Patted her on the back, and then smiled and comforted her to be okay, crying, everything will pass.

But the ten fingers struggled to move, only to find that he didn't even have the strength to bend his fingers... He could only reluctantly, with almost imperceptible force, grasp the soft hand that was holding his index finger, he said: "Feel sorry."

"What do you apologize for!"

"……I do not know either."

I'm sorry that I didn't stand up to support you after the sky fell like the male protagonist in the novel should have...

I really--

Not a guy who can write romance novels.

Zhou Chuan placed Chu Li on the sofa at home. Er Gouzi understood the cry of the hostess who walked around it every day, and also understood the funeral of the host who feeds it every day. It sobbed and its tail no longer cocked. Instead, he fell between his legs, turned around, lowered his head with ears down, and returned to his doghouse, curled up.

And Shirakawa sat on the sofa, quietly waiting for Chuli to cry enough--

Seeing the people next to him crying and twitching, she was unwilling to let go of his hand: she was really frightened by his impulse to say "Don't write anymore"...

Shirakawa sighed, raised his hand and touched her head, always feeling that he shouldn't be like this-just walked out of the room and saw her crying for her own affairs-that moment the negative emotions reached an unprecedented peak: his consciousness Until I don't want to let this matter hurt or affect anyone around me.

Jiang Yucheng, or Chu Li, who was called "Wen Er Dai" with his gun lying down.

As a result, she was impulsive and did something worse, saying things that shouldn't be said, making her cry even more sad...

Is there a way to make up for it?

………………At the moment, it seems, it seems to be, some.

She also mentioned about the broken manuscripts. Right now, Zhou Chuan was a little hesitant, but there was a voice in his mind, saying: Promise her, just give her the manuscript, even if she is not your girlfriend, leave the feelings alone. Things, you should recognize her ability as an editor.

Responsible editor.

Personal editor.

It’s not □□, and there is no need to resist so ——

What's more, it's like Suo Heng was out of breath, and never complained about Lao Miao where he didn't do it or where he did it badly...because a dying person is afraid of what he will do. That would be too ridiculous.

After all, they have nothing to lose.

On this day, Zhou Chuan walked out of his room, walked into the study, and then shut himself in the study for the whole night.

...

The next day, when Chuli got up from the sofa with swollen peach-like eyes, he saw that it was time to go to work-there was no one in the living room, and the door of Shirakawa’s room was open. There was nothing inside. people.

Chuli came to the entrance of the study, tiptoedly pushed open the door, and at a glance saw the man lying on the desk sleeping soundly-beside him, there was a stack of neatly organized manuscripts...

Chuli walked in and flipped through it, and found that these manuscripts were placed together in order as much as possible. The handwriting and the yellowed paper illustrate the age of these things. Occasionally, there is a chemistry written on it. Draft formulas or mathematical calculations-probably because this guy suddenly didn't have draft paper at hand when he was in class, so he grabbed it and used it...

Then every two or three lines, if nothing has happened, continue to write down the unfinished content.

……At that time, "creation" should be a simple and pure thing for Hikawa?

Chuli put down the manuscript paper, and was about to turn back to the living room to give the man a blanket to wear, but after she turned around and was about to leave the study, there was a movement behind her... Chuli turned around and watched behind her slowly falling from the table. The man who got up smiled at him, his voice hoarse: "Wake you up?"

Hiukawa rubbed his eyebrows: "It's okay."

There was silence for a moment.

Then the two called each other's name in unison--

After a slight daze, he looked at each other and smiled, and Zhou Chuan said lightly: "You speak first."

"Jiukawa, I really look forward to one day you can hand in that pile of manuscript papers to my hands, but I hope that at that time, the person in your eyes who took the manuscript papers was not your girlfriend, but your editor. ..." Chuli hesitated, and said slowly, "I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do based on the relationship between the two of us. Right now, I will publish this real first personal work of you on Crowd is the most effective solution, but I thought about it, you do have your concerns..."

She took a deep breath: "If you think it over, give it to me. In the name of an editor, I swear that I will do my best to do it, just like I will do my best to do every book I have. : Pack it well and use it as the best medium to allow the author and readers to have a face-to-face dialogue."

"..."

The man behind the desk was silent for a moment.

"I happen to want to say this too," Hiukawa lowered his eyes, placed his hand unconsciously on the pile of drafts at hand, and his slender fingers slid slightly on the paper. He said lightly, "I want you to give me some more time. Let me think about it for a while."

Chuli nodded: "Then I went to work?"

Hiukawa: "Go ahead."

Chuli walked a few steps outside, then stopped again, turned her head, and looked at Hirukawa-when she met the man, she held on to the door frame, digging at the door frame with her fingertips, leaving a small nail mark . He hesitated: "...Will it be updated today?"

Her eyes were full of caution.

And fear.

As if forcing herself to raise her head to deal with everything that happened in the nightmare, she gulped down a mouthful of saliva, thinking in her heart that if Hirukawa repeats yesterday’s desperate sentence, she might be , Maybe... well, she doesn't know what she might be doing.

——It was "writing" that made "Hikawa".

——It is an indispensable part of him.

——Watching his fingertips leaping on the keyboard, typing out interesting stories one by one, that focused profile is already a scene that Chuli is already familiar with...

——She can't lose.

——He can't lose either.

In Chuli's nervous gaze, she stared at the man without blinking, until a bitter smile appeared on his face, nodding and saying "Yeah". She released the door frame, trot all the way like a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and dropped a kiss on his lips...

Hiukawa, [or don’t write it at all] This sentence should be regarded as a secret between the two of us. I’ll help you put it back into Pandora’s box... You promise me, never again. Don't open it either.

...

Next, on Wednesday, Hikawa was silent.

On Thursday, Hiukawa remained silent.

On Friday, Shirakawa remained silent until Chuli wanted to remind him: Do you have a manuscript that you want to show me?

Then it was Saturday.

When the work party is on break, when the elementary school students are on vacation, and at the beginning, the gift has a headache thinking that the whole thing has not made any progress, and is ready to spend the worst weekend in history, on Saturday morning, after making breakfast, the first gift habitually turns on the TV. , And then he was taken aback and found out that her future father-in-law was on TV.

First gift: "..."

Zhou Gu Xuan appeared in a talk show that had a very high ratings, a very popular audience, and every family would almost watch it at breakfast in the morning... and he was talking about Shirakawa.

[A long time ago, as early as the first and second grades of high school, Hiukawa once showed me the book he wrote-note that I use "write" here, which is to write each word on composition paper and draft paper. The kind of... At that time I told him, Shirakawa, you want to write a book. I support it, but you are still young. If you want to write a book, you should write some serious things. These things are good for you. 】

...

[Why do I say this? Because when you are writing something serious, for example, you are writing a historical novel in the Tang Dynasty, when you write, you will want to check the information. As a writer, you definitely want your article to be comprehensive. Then in the process of searching things, you will come into contact with a lot of knowledge that you can't learn in class. This knowledge will be deposited as knowledge and will be there for the rest of your life, and will be used for life. 】

...

[This is the attitude I think young people should have toward writing--not to write this thing at the beginning, for the sake of being popular, to be a genius writer, to write for the money... These things, you will go after you grow up. It's not too late to get in touch. When you enter the industry, you should have a pure and pleasant attitude to face the matter of writing. 】

"Teacher Zhou Guxuan mentioned to us the writing of Mr. Zhou Chuan in his early years. Then we return to today's topic: Teacher, did you really give professional guidance to "Eastern Wen Wen Lu" back then?" Host Smiled and handed the microphone to Zhou Guxuan.

[I was answering this question just now. I didn't agree with what he wrote at the time, and I don't think it was an impatient thing for him to become popular as a writer... So I will not do this kind of destructive things. 】Zhou Gu Xuan said, 【I know that people on the Internet now think that his first published work is too mature, it is really not his first work. Before that, he used to have hundreds of thousands of words. 'S writing experience...]

The scene of the show swept towards the audience, and everyone was a little shocked and commotion.

Living this person: "We have never heard of this."

Zhou Guxuan's face was expressionless: [Because of that work, our father and son had a big quarrel. Hiukawa tore some of the manuscripts in front of me and burned some of them. I don't know where the rest of the manuscripts are going. , If you are interested, you can ask him to see——]

The audience was clamoring at the show, and there was buzzing discussion.

Zhou Guxuan: [As for the authenticity of this incident, I want to verify that it is very simple. Just ask his classmates in high school to find out. There should be many people who have seen the ghost thing... I heard that he was in his school at the time. It's very popular, and it's circulated by everyone. 】

Zhou Guxuan: [I don’t know why some people spread rumors about my creation for my son-do you have any evidence? Either personal evidence or physical evidence... none of you have it.

But I have.

I have the evidence, those of the classmates who watched him write the manuscript; I also have the physical evidence. Of course, you have to ask for the physical evidence, although I don’t think he will give it to you because he mentioned that manuscript a little bit over the years. He will get rabies...]

Zhou Guxuan: [Here I also want to remind some people that the world is not as beautiful as it seems on the surface, and it is not as dark as you think... The door of the Writers Association is always open, and capable young authors are welcome to join. If you want to come, make your work. The work itself is the only stepping stone to entering the Writers Association. 】

At the end of the interview on the program, it showed that the interview time was about Wednesday last week, which is the day before Chuli and Hiukawa flew back to Hiukawa’s home——

It’s just that the show is scheduled to be broadcast only here... I said "No matter, let the people on the Internet scold you to death", but actually took action before my son asked for it. .

"……what."

Chuli took out his mobile phone and took a look at the Internet in confusion. The strange thing was that almost immediately, the Internet responded to this incident——

Some have uttered a long time ago, "Hirukawa had other works in "Dongfang Yanwen Lu" a few years ago. I have seen it", "I am a classmate of Hikawa High School, and I don’t know what you are in the dark. "Wen Lu" I looked at what he wrote during his self-study, and the difference between the manuscript and the published manuscript was typo", "You certainly don’t know the original work written by Hiukawa. , Of course, the main reason was because he was handsome." Weibo was dug into graves... These Weibos were all sent out a few days ago, but they were submerged in the crusade at the time.

And at this time, the program that has entered the end, there are actually Easter eggs in the end—

In response to a follow-up that appeared a few days after the program was recorded, the column team had another phone interview with Zhou Gu Xuan!

Day Gu Xuan still behaves as a very old driver——

[Everyone is playing this set now. You can go and check the number of books in recent years. You will find that the numbers will always be different from the "bestsellers" in your memory... Then if the whole people are bragging, don't I am ashamed to say that he is hypocritical to a person, right? If you don't brag, others will brag. Can you bear to sell 300,000, but you lose the first floor of a book that sells 30,000 and brags about 350,000? 】

...

[The copyright owners who feel that they have been wronged and spent high prices don’t have to worry about it. In the final analysis, what you buy is a best-selling book. If you spend a million, you can only buy books boasting sales of 300,000 and actual sales of 30,000... There is no difference, it's just a statement. You don't care how much the book publishers boast, it sells too much. It will blow more and will not affect the fact that it is a best-selling book-do you understand that I say that-of course I don't think this phenomenon is worth promoting. The entire book publishing circle should harmoniously eliminate this ostentatious atmosphere. 】

Although I always feel that something is wrong, it is justified and convincing.

Chuli discovered that Shirakawa always had a lot of play when it was normal, and it was very oily.

...It looks like his dad.

Teacher Gu Xuan Zhou is just an old oil in a serious skin. The entire interview site, including the host, was stunned by him... that convincing expression is not the effect of the program. of.

"..."

Chuli put down the remote control.

I stood up and walked to the gate of Zhouchuan. After listening to the silence inside, Chuli stretched out his hand and slapped the door: "Ziuchuan? Wake up, come out and have a look... Teacher Zhou Gu Xuan just washed you on the TV. It’s whitewashing, whitewashing for carving cards, and it’s gone to the Central TV Station. It’s a bit awesome!"

The author has something to say: here comes here...

Yesterday someone said that the emotional transition was abrupt. Well, I read it and it’s not abrupt. In fact, I’ve said quite clearly—

There was no substantial harm before.

Until the readers start to believe those messages, they start to leave.

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There may not be enough description, so I modified it later.

Saying that Dad Shirakawa didn’t do anything, um, it’s just that the TV program is ready and there will be a broadcast cycle, right...

There is also said that why Shirkawa is so easy to be overwhelmed by an overwhelming editor, uh, this is still an overwhelming editor anyway, the star is depressed by the Internet, and I don’t know who it is...