Moonlight Variations

At the end of June and the beginning of July, as Chuli signed her contract with Yuanyueshe to become a regular member, her salary soared and broke through three thousand dollars, and the weather in G city gradually became hot... The sun rises at 7 or 8 o'clock every day, just like the maximum power. The electric oven is grilling the city, and squeezing the bus to and from get off work every day has become a very painful thing—sometimes squeezed among the uncles and aunts who come back from morning exercises and take the bus to the vegetable market. When Chu Li gets off the bus, I feel like I'm rotten...

When I go out in the morning, it is still a fragrant, watery little meat.

The weather seemed particularly hot on this day, and Chuli felt like a pickle when she arrived at the editorial department in embarrassment... Just stepping into the editorial department with her front foot, she saw the person she most didn't want to see in this pickle mode: Shirakawa.

Chuli stood at the gate carrying the bag, opened his mouth, and pointed to Shirkawa.

Swinging and stretching her long legs and sitting in her position, he raised his eyelids and glanced at her at the man playing with her tabletop toys: "What do you mean, are you polite?"

Chuli "swish" withdrawing his hand: "Teacher Hikawa, why are you here..."

It's nine o'clock in the morning. According to international practice, you should be sitting on the bed with the air conditioner on. It's jealous.

Zhou Chuan glanced at her: "My plane flew to city b in the afternoon, and I only came back in mid-July. Before I leave, let's see the progress of "The Book of Luohe"..." Zhou Chuan said and gestured his eyes. Said that he wanted to see it in person, and didn't trust her, who could only use Ma Liang's clueless editor.

"Go to city b?"

"Look for the old **** Jiang Yucheng."

"You are not allowed to say that, Teacher Jiang Yucheng."

"Nothing, dare you say it again?"

"...Teacher, why are you looking for Teacher Jiang Yucheng in city b?"

Chuli approached, put down his bag, and didn't rush Shirakawa to get up from his position, but bent over and turned on the computer under the man's eyelids—the man stared at the person in front of him, a simple white t-shirt with a dark blue one With a pleated skirt and small black leather shoes, the temperature outside was probably a bit high. At this time, she blushed and her hair was slightly messy. When she bent down and turned on the computer, she brought a gust of wind, mixed with sunlight, fruity shower gel and light sweat. taste…

Smells good.

It is the taste of summer.

Hiukawa lowered her eyes, and the moment she squatted down and turned on the computer, she saw a section of clavicle leaking from the edge of her slanted neckline, and down there was a piece of white skin...

At this moment, Chu Li suddenly raised his head and looked at him strangely with those clean black pupils—the two eyes were caught off guard, and the man's eyes became heavy. When he opened his mouth, he said in a very cold tone: "Go and play. Why are you going... why are you so sweaty that you just went to the construction site to move bricks?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the slightly **** face in front of me suddenly turned red. The little girl suddenly lowered her head and sniffed her body from left to right and smelled her body. *The time is exactly the same...then she threw down Shirakawa and fled towards the bathroom.

In her panic figure, the man curled his lips.

At this time, the editor-in-chief Yu Yao, who was sitting in his position, raised his head: "Mr. Zhouchuan, Mr. Xia just gave a reply, saying that "The Book of Luohe" has been reviewed and ready to proceed with the cover design...Moreover, with the girls I can’t talk like I just did.”

Yu Yao and Zhou Chuan are about the same age, plus Yu Yao is not an ordinary editor, and Zhou Chuan is relatively polite to her, "Oh" and nodded, not very lazy...

Ten minutes later, Chuli came back.

Obviously, I combed my hair and put on makeup.

Striding in and going to Shirakawa and the next stop: "Does it still taste?"

Hikawa: "In fact, there was no just now, I lied to you."

Chuli's face twitched, but before she could speak, Zhou Chuan patted the non-existent dust on his legs and stretched his legs: "Your boss said that "The Book of Luohe" can already start the design work..."

Chuli bent over and crossed over the front door panel, and went to see Yu Yao. Yu Yao nodded with a smile: "You take Shirakawa to the gallery to see if you have the color and style on the cover. have a thought…"

Hiukawa kicked his legs and stood up.

In this way, Chuli came to the office under the scorching sun and didn’t have time to take a sip of the water, so he was anxious to take Jiuchuan to the library to see if there was any design style he liked in the published works of Yuanyuesha... When the editorial department passed by the artist’s desk before, Chuli also introduced the beautiful editor Axiang to Zhouchuan by the way, and told him that "The Book of Luohe" was probably designed by Axiang. If you have a style you like, you can tell her .

With a smirk on his face, Axiang stood up and said hello to Shirakawa.

Hikawa: "I want a small, fresh and ancient style with a western-looking look."

Axiang: "..."

The smile on Ah Xiang's face disappeared.

Chuli looked at Axiang with a look of sympathy, "Welcome to my world", and then said to Zhou Chuan: "Teacher, I am afraid it is impossible for the two things, Xiaoqing and Western style, to coexist at the same time."

Hikawa: "How can it be impossible, you are not a beautiful design, what do you know..."

I don’t understand, but I have eyes. Look at the awkward face of the beautiful design in front of you. It turns into a stagnant pool when you put forward the words "foreign style and freshness". Isn’t it enough to explain everything? ? !

Afraid that another greeting will be the next time Axiang won’t be able to bear it, Chu Li dragged Shiu Chuan’s sleeves and dragged him away. The two went to the gallery on another floor—all the works of Yuanyue Society in the past few decades are displayed. Publications are classified and displayed one by one according to the year of publication and according to the category of the work.

Jiuchuan took out a copy, looked at it, turned and held it to Chuli—

Chu Li: ""Listening to the Rain", the theme of the spy war of the Republic of China, is ten differences between "Dream of Red Mansions" and your oriental fantasy."

Hiukawa inserted the book back, touched the book again, turned around and held it to Chuli to see—

First gift: ""Douglas' Goodnight Diary", the classic western documentary literature, and your oriental fantasy are ten "Harry Potter"."

Hiukawa frowned, touched the book for the third time, and turned around and held it to Churi to see—

Chu Li: ""Battlefield Sunset", tearing the devil, is in the middle of your oriental fantasy... Teacher, can you look for it, don't reach out for which one is which, I will tell you the shelf in front of you In the past, you could still extract "Ci Hai"—"

"Does it matter what the cover looks like? The content of a book is the point."

"Then I'll find someone to draw you two q version of the animals, and the fonts are also colored jelly... After all, the content of a book is the point. Do you like the "Bear Infested" kind?"

"you dare."

""Bear Infested" is very popular, you look down on "Bear Infested"? It's popular with young children under three years old and everyone sees it."

"shut up."

Hirukawa’s voice sounded very calm, he slid the book in his hand back on the shelf, clapped the ash on his hand, and suddenly changed the subject, "I read your June issue... the front page of the final front page project. To Jiang Yucheng."

Chuli didn't expect that he would say this, and he stood on tiptoe and took the book with his hand—turning back to talk, I don’t know when the man appeared behind her and reached out to take down the book she wanted to take. , Put it in her hand, lowered her head to meet her eyes, and said lightly: "What do you think?"

Chu Li looked down at the book in his hand. It was a book that recorded ancient food customs and customs. It had a double cover and a yellowish vintage paper on the outer cover. It was hollowed out, and the inner cover was filled with bright red peony, lotus root, and wolfberry. Jump off...

She lifted it up and gave Shirakawa a look, and poked her face out from the side of the book: "What do you think?"

The man stood by the bookshelf, with one hand on the bookshelf, looking at the little girl who was sandwiched between herself and the bookshelf—she held up the book in her hand, half of her face hidden behind the book and half of her face was exposed, soft Her short black hair draws a nice arc in her ear...

The hand resting on the bookshelf slipped a little silently.

Until the little girl in front of him was shrouded in his own shadow, the man lowered his head and asked: "How long did it take Jiang Yucheng from agreeing to write a manuscript to you?"

"It seems to be," Chu Li thought for a while, "twenty minutes?"

"…twenty minutes."

The man sneered and repeated it with a playful tone. He paused before continuing: "Do you think Jiang Yucheng's paragraph was written to you on the spot? It only took a while to write such a complete paragraph?"

Chu Li was shocked: "What do you mean?"

Shirakawa stopped answering. He raised his hand on the bookshelf, and naturally took away the book in Chuli's hand. He said indifferently, "Don't think of people too beautifully. You don't know if you are sold. There is no free lunch below. What kind of a good writer Jiang Yucheng's level can be...Be prepared to not cry again, no one can save you."

Why is Laozi crying?

How do you know that I cried my nose?

Still a tone that saved me from water and fire?

Chu Li looked inexplicable, watching the man flip through the books in her hands with his slender fingertips, then turned around and picked a few of those books and put them in her arms: "That's it, it looks okay..."

Very perfunctory.

It seems that he is not going to continue the previous topic about Jiang Yucheng.

Chuli held the books, and registered them one by one with the library administrator—when she walked out of the library, she found that Shiuchuan was gone, and went back to the editorial office. Yu Yao told her that Shiuchuan had gone back. The plane was in the afternoon. He hasn't packed his luggage yet.

Chu Li was a little dazed: "Why is he here?"

A Xiang: "Come to make an unbelievable request to the American editor?"

Chuli put down the books in his hand: "Don't pay attention to him, you can find the direction according to the design of these books—"

Axiang: "In case the teacher is not too foreign..."

Chu Li: "He is a straight man in capital who knows what foreign style is?"

Axiang: "..."

It seems to be too.

…

I visited Zhou Chuan in the morning and left some inexplicable words. Chu Li didn't know what he was talking about, but he always felt a little uneasy... the next day was always a little absent-minded. Yu Yao called her twice. There was no response, and Lao Miao ridiculed a few words for this.

In the afternoon, I couldn't help but spit out Mr. L, but I don't know what happened, Mr. L didn't seem to be there either.

Until I got off work, it was Friday, and I didn’t need to go to work the next day. Chuli was still thinking about watching a drama or something to relax in the evening—but I had just finished dinner at night, and I was still dying on the sofa with my stomach upright. Here comes the child.

At that time, Chuli was watching an American TV show on her mobile phone, and when she looked at the top of the screen, the message of the work WeChat group popped up. It was Lao Miao who caught her and asked her to come out quickly... Chuli was a little inexplicable, since she won two turnaround battles. , Lao Miao can not talk to her without talking to her, and now take the initiative to her—

I'm afraid it's nothing good.

[The navy invited by the monkey: What's the matter, what's the matter? 】

[Meow Meow: Ha ha, something serious happened, please read Jiang Yucheng's Weibo for yourself. 】

At that time, Chu Li's heart chuckled.

I hurriedly logged in to Weibo, and as soon as I refreshed it, I flicked to the latest Weibo that Jiang Yucheng posted twenty minutes ago—that was the prologue of some of his new articles, and the new work was a series of his masterpiece "The Lost Zoo" , Called "Disappearing Amusement Park", according to Jiang Yucheng's Weibo, the entire article has been drafted six months ago.

The prologue was sent out for twenty minutes, the forwarding has exceeded 10,000, and more than 8,000 comments...

Looking at the name Chuli, I feel that something is not so good.

Clicked in and glanced at the comment, and sat down to confirm her guess-

[Finally published a new article! 】

[Ah ah ah ah happy! ! It's still so well written, the prologue feels super like "The Lost Zoo"! It's not wasted that we waited for you for a year without a window! 】

[Hey, isn’t this a detailed expanded version of the paragraph that was written in the front of the June issue of "Moonlight" magazine? 】

["Disappearing Zoo" series of articles! cheer! For a lifetime! 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Because I saw it on "Moonlight", I came to follow the author's Weibo, just waiting for a follow-up when your conscience finds it out. Now tell me this is actually the preface of an article, what a surprise! 】

…

The above and so on, and so on, the comments are endless.

Chuli read them one by one, until the cold sweat on her palms made her hand slippery and she couldn't hold the phone, and her head was full of questions from Hikawa in the morning—

[Do you think that Jiang Yucheng's paragraph was written to you on the spot? 】

[It only took a while to write such a complete paragraph? 】

[Don’t think too much about people, you don’t know if you are sold...]

[Where is there a free lunch in the world, what kind of a good person can an author at the level of Jiang Yucheng be? 】

First gift: "..."

Jiang Yucheng?

The frontispiece he gave her is the prologue of his new book? !

He used the frontispiece of "Moonlight" to advertise his new article for free? ? ?

Looking at the phone with some open eyes, Lao Miao's compelling question is still jumping out—

[Miao Miao: Is this the rescue you found? 】

[Meow Meow: When I'm "Moonlight", what is the Hope Engineering magazine? 80,000 Incas, 40,000 reprints, 120,000 circulation, free advertising? ? 】

[Miaomiao: Just like this to make someone else's wedding dress for free? Warm up a wave of his new book? ? ? 】

[Miaomiao: The most showy thing is that we were so grateful to him before this? 】

【Meow meow:? ? ? ? ? 】

[Meow Meow: After being played by Jiang Yucheng like this, my colleagues probably laughed out of their teeth...There is no such thing as our "Moonlight" who can do charity. 】

[Miaomiao: Really, wait for the Monday meeting to send someone down to personally ** us, thanks to you, this time I and Yu Yao can't run away either. 】

Lao Miao forced twenty or so, until Yu Yao jumped out and told him to shut up.

Chuli numbly watched the rapid news on the WeChat group on her mobile phone. She wanted to ask "why", but at this moment she didn't even know who to ask this question...

The whole person was in a mess.

The author has something to say: …………The ups and downs, it’s okay, in the end it can still "get up"...Hahahahaha

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