Moonlight Variations

The next day is the weekend.

It started raining outside when the sky was getting dark, and in the patter of spring rain, the huge room seemed unusually quiet... The dark blue bed in the room was deep in the center of the slender and tall man, when the light outside slightly penetrated The window shone into the room, and he frowned, tugged over the pillow and put it on his face—

Last night, Zhou Chuan was alive and hungry by a white-eyed wolf. He called for a supper and ate and ate. He couldn't sleep and had to turn on the computer and write a manuscript until 3:30 in the morning. Then he yawned and went to bed...

Above, this is a normal professional writer's work and rest.

sudden death? I'm not afraid.

Anyway, basically everyone is like this-the good name is that the night is quiet to be inspired. In fact, other normal humans are awake during the day, so these people patronize playing and chatting. Only when others go to sleep at night, he is bored and thinks of the business at least. …

Hikawa and Etojo are typical such representatives.

Jiang Yucheng is often hidden until one in the afternoon. What is the urgent matter in the morning as his editor. Unless the geographical advantage allows him to go to Jiang Yucheng’s house to smash the door, he will basically have to hang himself in a hurry... It is much better than Hikawa, because he has an ancestor who raises an elderly person to work and rest, goes to bed at 10 in the evening and wakes up at 7 in the morning to eat canned food—

For example, today, at exactly seven o’clock in the morning, it’s obviously a rainy day that is more suitable for lazy sleep. Hikawa is still sleeping happily amidst the patter of rain, and he feels that the bed next to him has sunk a piece of it-a fluffy one. He arched his head and opened the quilt, and continued to arch and arch and forcibly drilled under his arm...Hiukawa closed his eyes and scratched the dog's head perfunctorily. The big dog perseveringly arched his chin with his wet nose. The pillow that covered his face was pressed against Er Gouzi's face: "If you refuse to stir up the foundation, neither can a male dog."

Ergou started to punch him in the stomach with big paws as big as ordinary people's fists.

The man hissed, regretting that he shouldn't have opened the bedroom door to sleep last night, and turned over and said in a daze, "Stop eating canned food, let me sleep for a while, and buy you roast chicken at noon."

After Shirakawa finished speaking, he put the quilt on his head, and the world was quiet.

Originally, he thought he could continue to sleep peacefully until noon and then get up to see Lao Miao. He didn't expect that not long after he closed his eyes, the dog that had just been sent away came back again-this time he jumped into bed and used two directly across the quilt. Only his front paw slammed a paw on Hiukawa's stomach-this paw slapped Hikawa almost out of his body, opened the bed and was about to publish, Ergouzi threw a mobile phone in front of him with a look of disdain...

Hikawa: "..."

He got up in a daze, grabbed the paper towel and wiped the dog's saliva on it. He could see the caller ID: [Mr. Zhou Gu Xuan].

There was a hint of dimness and hesitation in those brown pupils that were still deeply sleepy for the last second, but hesitated again and again, Hikawa picked up the phone, put it to his ear, whispered "hello", and then changed. The son of the aristocratic family ridiculed the unique laziness and emphasized, "Dad? Early in the morning, why didn't you and the dog let me go?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then he began to preach... Hiukawa listened, nodding dazedly in response—

"Last night? I slept at ten thirty... Why did you see me posting on Weibo at eleven? Do you still use Weibo?... Oh, my brother taught him? Tell him to leave my pocket money in three months No, this is a punishment for his nosy."

"What new book? "The Book of Luohe"? Chi Chi, the sun came out from the west, do you still care about this? Huh? Yes, it was signed to Yuanyue Society. The small editor sent is too annoying, I'm afraid I won't sign it. She hung herself on the tree in my yard, where would I go to throw the corpse... Hey, yes, you said that you have worked with this broken publishing house for most of your life, why didn’t they look at your face and give me more Some royalties?"

"...Just kidding, don't yell, don't yell."

"The Writers Association has a meeting? Not going."

"What am I going to do, isn't it just a writing about that? Ah, a third-rate writer of fast food junk literature...you give your speech well, don't sweep down halfway through the speech and see my face with high blood pressure."

The man's voice is deep and magnetic.

He lay face down in the bed, letting the soft duvet slip off the firm muscles of his shoulders... While touching Ergouzi’s big head, he made a phone call casually, and in a few words he passed the roaring old man, and never forgot it. Tell the elders in the family to pay attention to their health, and ignore the cynicism over there, "When will you be willing to write something serious, and when will I live a hundred years?"...

Three minutes later, Hikawa hung up the phone.

After that, I couldn't sleep anymore.

When he got up, took a shower, and then walked out of the bathroom, those brown pupils no longer seemed soft and lazy because they were full of sleepiness...unexplained gloom shrouded his eyes, which meant—

Maybe it's because of lack of sleep, or some other reason.

He is not in a good mood today.

…

This is so bitter I thought I had picked up some cheap old seedlings.

When I came to the editorial office in a sunny mood, made a good collection of expensive coffee, turned on the computer to watch a movie, and drank half a cup of coffee leisurely, Lao Miao heard footsteps outside the door...

Looking up, he saw a man wearing a dark blue casual clothes standing outside the door. The casual clothes had a pure dark blue bottom. The three white bars on the right sleeve and right trouser leg set off his limbs even more. Slender... When Lao Miao stood up to greet him, he was carrying a pure black long-handled umbrella in his hand, just as he put it away.

There was a small pool of water dripping from an umbrella on the ground.

He leaned the umbrella to the door, Shiukawa walked into the door, walked to Lao Miao to look east and west—Finally his eyes fixed on the seat next to Lao Miao...there was no one sitting there when I came last time. It is already full of things. The most conspicuous one is a drinking glass with a small lid on it. On the small lid stands a banana man cartoon with big white roots and an evil smile. Toy ornaments.

Hikawa: "..."

Having guessed whose seat this is with his clever toes, the man pulled out her chair and glanced at the monkey seat cushion on the chair... With a long leg, he swayed and sat down, looking at the old seedlings. To greet, and go straight to the subject: "Yu Yao called me yesterday afternoon, saying that you are fighting for the right to proofread the "Luohe Book of God" and the editor's signature.

Lao Miao probably didn't expect him to be so direct. He froze, "Ah", and didn't respond... A few seconds later, he nodded: "Yes, I was actually trying to talk to you about it today. It's our editor. There have been some disputes within the Ministry over the proofreading of this book."

The man raised his chin and motioned for him to continue: "How to say?"

Lao Miao accompanied the smiling face, changing the yin and yang weirdness of the rituals on weekdays: "That’s it, "Luohe God Book" is a new attempt by our Yuanyue Society in the field of non-traditional literary subjects. The above gives us This book must be sold well...so you can’t relax from the beginning of proofreading. It must be done by an experienced editor—"

Hiukawa: "Oh?"

Hiukawa stretched out his hand, seeming to play with the evil banana figure placed on the lid of the cup absent-mindedly.

Lao Miao continued: "I have two small editors who can operate the first and third schools. One is Chuli you have seen; the other is Xiaoniao... Among them, Xiaoniao has already had experience in publishing and proofreading. For safety's sake, I want to hand over the first and third schools of this book to Xiaoniao. Chuli is not happy when I hear it. It must be the right to proofread this book—"

Hirukawa: "Oh."

Seeing that Shirakawa did not express his position, the old Miao was just playing with the evil banana man seriously, and immediately began to sigh and be annoyed: "It's really a commentary, an intern editor who has just been here for less than half a month and hasn't become a regular editor. Why can you be responsible for such an important project?"

"That's what you said?" Shirakawa sneered, listening intently, "Is there any other reason?"

"Yes! What's more, Xiaoniao and my Lao Miao have always been big fans. They have admired you especially since the big debut. The female work "Dong Wen Wen Lu"," Lao Miao said, "I sometimes think about it. At the age of seventeen, the first work showed off its brilliance, and it is known as the most promising young writer. Three works have been published at the age of nineteen. At such a young age, he joined the Provincial Writers Association. There are many successors in the family of scholars... , You are not a genius!!!"

The last words of Lao Miao were loud and loud, like words from the bottom of the heart—

To tell the truth, he was just using Hiukawa's gorgeous resume sheet to flatter him... But what he never expected was that the flattery just slapped the horse with one hand!

After listening to his confession, the man’s slender fingertips that had been playing with the little toy suddenly had a meal—the long, thick eyelashes drooped to cover up the dark darkness in the brown pupils. He stretched out his hand and took the banana man. Swing back upright on the lid of the teapot.

The man sneered, with a mocking tone: "The scholarly family, is there a successor?"

As if to play with these words carefully, the man raised his head, his smile suddenly faded, and the conversation changed: "Lao Miao, I have published a lot of books, and various editors of various publishing houses have also had a lot of dealings. I I always thought that there is an unwritten rule in your business. It seems that who signed the book back, who should be the editor of this book?"

Old Miao was taken aback.

"Then from the establishment of the project, to the proofreading, to the cover design, to the book packaging process and finally to the market announcement, all the procedures should be completed by the responsible editor?" Hikawa curled up his lips and glanced diagonally at the corner of his eyes. The sluggish old seedling said, "Are you responsible for the editor of "The Book of Luohe"?"

"..."

"I said it was you?"

"..."

"It's not you, why did you start assigning the person in charge of follow-up work so consciously? Have you read what is written in this book?"

"..."

"Lao Miao, you haven't signed this contract for half a month. How long has it been for your little editor?" Shirakawa stretched his legs and smiled, "Three days."

Three days? It wasn’t just a few days ago... Lao Miao’s eyes widened, and Shirakawa stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: “The little girl is afraid that you won’t be able to save your face, so she called me not to reveal the contract and signed it so quickly, to you. How about Wan Zun, why don't you thank them? You want to grab everyone's right to proofread. Isn't that good?"

I don’t understand the conversation that was so harmonious and pleasant just now, so the style of painting suddenly changed, and the great **** in front of me turned his face and turned his face...

With Lao Miao’s face in the wind and chaos, Shirakawa stood up and patted the wet drops on his sleeves: "Genius is forgiven. The Writers Association is also the group of old men who got me in because of the face of my old man. …I’m a third-rate fast-food junk writer—I’m Shirakawa—the original words of my old man…"

Hiukawa spoke, and thought about it with a smile: "But I still have the dignity of being a writer. I write it out one by one today. Whoever counts on those crooked minds will sit on my shoulders. It's not enough to cover the sky with one hand."

The smile on the man's face was more terrifying than the smile of Lord Yan.

Lao Miao: "..."

At this time, when I heard that Zhouchuan suddenly ridiculed and emphasized something like "third-rate fast food junk articles", Lao Miao suddenly remembered some unproven rumors in the circle... Said that Zhouchuan and his father, Mr. Zhou Gu Xuan —

There is a disagreement in the writing of articles.

His face turned pale for a while, and finally realized the reason why the man in front of him suddenly became so hard, he stood up abruptly: "Big, I really didn't mean anything with those words just now, I really like your book..."

Hikawa waved his hand, motioning him to shut up.

Lao Miao fell back on the chair with a dejected look, looking at it, wishing to give him two big mouths—

Hikawa tucked the chair under his hips back into someone's seat.

"My meaning is quite clear. You have to be careful about fighting in the office. I can't control it, but don't put your ideas on me—" the man said lightly, "Don't say who the first and third schools are in this book. In the second school, I will also give it to others. If even Yu Yao can’t be the master, I will go up to find someone to be the master.”

"..." The man lowered his eyes, "I'm done, goodbye."

After saying that, he never looked at Lao Miao again, and walked out without looking back...Open the door of the editorial department, outside from the light rain in the morning to the pouring rain, the cool wind blows on the face to make the unknown fire in the man's heart a little extinguished , As soon as he looked up, he saw a banana man standing in the hallway dangling himself like a dog.

Hikawa: "..."

Hikawa: "Do you not bring an umbrella when you go out?"

"Forget about it."

Hearing the question, the little girl lowered her head and replied smoothly. After a while, she seemed to realize something was wrong. She turned her head stiffly and froze when she met Hikawa.

Hiukawa lifted the corners of his lips, showing his meanness: "On the big weekend, various editors rushed to work overtime. The editor-in-chief of Yuanyueshe would give you drugs?"

Chuli looked dumbfounded, and pointed to the editorial department behind the man: "Mr. Hikawa? Ah, I'm here to get the files..."

…But you are under the unspoken rules of the old Miao? His face was as black as Bao Gong.

Ignoring Chu Li’s look of inquiry and confusion, the man glanced at her, took his own umbrella and walked out—whatever to get the file, it’s obviously that I saw Lao Miao’s circle of friends and didn’t worry about running halfway...

The man relentlessly complained in his heart. He slowed down here. As expected, he had just walked out of the corridor to the stairs and was stopped by someone from behind. He turned his head and stared at a pair of uneasy eyes.

Hiukawa paused, knowingly asked, "What are you doing?"

"... Teacher Zhou Chuan, I know what you came to say to Lao Miao, he posted to Moments yesterday." Chu Li stood at the top of the stairs, leaning on the wall, showing half of a nervous face. "But can you think about it a little bit, think about me, give me a chance, I will definitely work hard to make this book for you..."

Chuli's voice became quieter and quieter.

In the end, it resembled a mosquito grunt.

Shirakawa accidentally thought of the silly roe deer that she was talking about that night and cried and scolded others to throw the pot to the innocent lord...

The man squinted his eyes slightly, waiting for him to be in a bad mood, so he suddenly got upset, and raised his lips and sneered: "Consider you? Okay, what would you change?"

He spoke with the usual suave rascal tone. After he finished speaking, he waited for Chu Li to jump up and scream at him for the stinky rascal. Who knew that the cat in the corner had his eyes lit up when he heard the words, and whizzed from him. The corner came out: "Use my four-year professional career in Chinese language and literature!"

Hikawa: "..."

Outside the office building of the publishing house, the rain was scouring the ground.

The man standing on the stairs raised his head slightly, looking at the little girl standing at the top of the stairs, bending over and staring at herself: the firmness on that face seemed to have summoned her life's courage.

The man's eyes moved.

Containing the jokes and jokes, he looked at her, and suddenly he really smiled and his tone became calm: "Okay, then consider you."

…

When Chuli took the printed copy of "The Book of Luohe" from the office, she was considering how to keep the book from getting wet. When she came to the stairwell, she saw a black long-handled umbrella against the wall with water above it. Not dry yet.

Chuli stepped forward, bent down and picked up the umbrella.

…

That night, Yu Yao announced in the work group that Chuli, the person in charge of the first and third schools of "The Book of Luohe", will be personally responsible for the second school;

In addition, the final editor of this book follows the basic default rule of "who signs the editor", and Chuli is also responsible for it. I hope that Chuli will work hard to take on such a heavy responsibility and not let the society disappointed.

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