Moonlight Variations

In the face of such a reversal drama, Chu Li's heart is already running wildly--

Why are all the authors in their heads like this? !

Can there be a real good person and normal person? !

Xiao Bai Lian Da, are you unintentional or deliberate, ah ah ah ah, my glass heart is broken!

You have a need for advertising, tell me, I'll fight for you not to stabbing you in the back to make your heart cold...

…never mind.

The actor teacher was right, and I blamed myself for using it without asking.

The phone was shaking constantly, and Lao Miao screamed like a machine gun that had just been replaced with a new magazine. He couldn't stop... But at this time, if he is blind, he has to head on.

Chuli bit her lower lip and picked up her phone—

[The navy invited by the monkey: I’ll ask what’s going on here. I didn’t ask Mr. Jiang Yucheng to use our magazine for free advertising, but the magazine also sold tens of thousands more because of this advertisement. Isn't it? 】

[Navy invited by the monkey: From the side, this is a win-win...]

[Meow Meow: Are you still stiff? 】

[Miaomiao: The magazine was originally sold at a loss. The cost of the magazine is six and five cents for twelve yuan, and the price to the dealer is only six and six cents a copy, and the cost of six and fifty cents is only the money from the printing factory. What about the editor’s labor and transportation costs, as well as the author’s manuscript fee? Magazines are a platform for magazines to post money—not to mention that they only sold for an extra 40,000. Even if they sold 80,000 more copies, they would only earn an extra 8,000 yuan. Give you a salary and pay a social security provident fund. What is left? What is really making money? It is a leaflet that will be born on the basis of a magazine in the future, as well as the author. 】

[Meow Meow: A win-win? Which way to win? 】

[Miaomiao: You can exchange advertisement pages for other advertisements. Do you know the advertising fee of "Moonlight" magazines is 10,000 p? forty thousand! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey:...]

[Meow Meow: Unbelievable, right? Surprises are not surprises, surprises are not unexpected? 】

[Meow Meow: You don’t understand anything. 】

[Yu Yao: She doesn't understand anything, but you teach it! 】

[Yu Yao: Teachers in school won't teach this either. 】

[Yu Yao: It’s not normal for her to be a newcomer and don’t know anything. What's the point of throwing the pot here when things happen? On Monday, if you have the ability to tell the society, it’s Chuli’s fault? 】

[Yu Yao: Then you, the deputy editor responsible for leading her, are not responsible? When she asked Jiang Yucheng to ask for the manuscript, didn't you and I do the final check and didn't pay attention to asking what's going on? After taking the manuscript, I used it eagerly, and Chuli was just a handover. 】

[Axiang: Yes, it's impossible for Jiang Yucheng to take the manuscript out of Chuli's face. Why is she? 】

[Axiang: Chuli is indeed a hand-over, so you shouldn’t take the blame. 】

[Yu Yao: No, don't say anything if you do it. 】

[Yu Yao: It’s weird that you don’t have an accident from beginning to end in this line of business, isn’t it? 】

First gift: "..."

It is nine o'clock in the evening.

Chuli lay by the window, and the evening breeze with the fragrance of night flowers was blowing on her face. She looked down at the quiet small courtyard under the window, and seriously considered the feasibility of jumping down for a hundred dollars...

Ten p.m.

Chuli was sitting by the window, ipad opened a piano simulation software, her eyes were free to look at the moon outside the window, her hand was knocking on the piano keyboard-duo, it was a little doe... At this time, the phone rang , Mr. L applied for a voice call, Chu Li glanced, and lowered his eyes, and then wandered like a god, press the Connect button.

【Hey? 】

The people over there fed, it was still the kind of funny sound effect with its own voice changer effect. Chuli's hand clanging stopped, raising her eyebrows and was about to hang up the voice call, just when her hand was hanging in the air. When the key was broken, Mr. l slowly said—

[I didn't bring my mobile phone when I went out in the afternoon, and I didn't see your message. I saw Jiang Yucheng's Weibo, where are you now? 】

When the other party is talking, the background sound seems to be the sound of water—this guy is talking to himself while soaking in the bathtub? It's really everything... Chuli is not sure if she heard it wrong, because when she listened, the voice disappeared again...

Chuli removed his finger from the hang-up button.

—Come on, it's golden sunlight~

"On the windowsill at home, play the piano, consider the feasibility of jumping off the building, and the editor-in-chief." Chu Li quietly said, "You missed a good show, Jiang Yucheng pitted me to death, and now our deputy editor-in-chief is going crazy. Laugh at me and use the six-figure magazine to create momentum for Jiang Yucheng's new book."

The sound of the piano continued, and Mr. L was silent. Chuli heard the sound of someone walking from his side. After a while, it was still the kind of funny voice changer sound: [Are you in a depressed mood now? 】

"It's not just low." Chuli said, "In the morning, Shirakawa came to the editorial department and shot me a vaccination: There is no free lunch in the world, and the little white lotus in my heart may not be the one to help out. Heroes..."

Chuli paused: "It turns out that he is a crow's mouth just like you."

Chuli put on a particularly ridiculous tone again: "It's actually the turn of the actor Hiukawa to explain the truth to me, do you dare to believe it?"

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

[Others eat more salt than you eat rice, why can't you be reasonable? 】

Chuli pressed down a bunch of piano keys and made a "cang" noise: "Which, where are you on? Are you here to comfort me?"

[......And you look at you anxiously, and who are you scared of with its own background sound effects? Don't worry, see if there is any solution. 】

Chuli sneered and said, "What can I do to embrace the editor's madness and face the ridicule of the deputy editor? ... Jiang Yucheng has 40,000 comments on Weibo, of which 38,500 are asking questions. : Great, are you going to serialize new articles on "Moonlight", we are super—"

Chuli suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking.

The whole face suddenly freezes on a mocking expression, and then it is empty.

The man on the voice side seemed to sneer: [Did you think of it? 】

Chuli turned off the piano keys app, grabbed the phone, put it down, and licked his lips: "It seems to be, I thought of it."

[What did you think of? 】

"Do you think that with the instigation of the 38,500 people, how likely is it to persuade Jiang Yucheng to make mistakes and to serialize this "Disappearing Amusement Park" in my magazine?"

[If Jiang Yucheng is a conscientious person, then he probably feels a trace of guilty conscience now; if he feels a trace of guilty conscience now, then the possibility of you persuading him is very high. 】

Chuli felt that she had found a way to the light in a desperate situation.

After hanging up Mr. L’s voice, she decided not to jump off the building. She clumsily climbed down the window sill and did three things in total—

The first thing is to say in the work group, please give her two weekends. On Monday, she will definitely give everyone a satisfactory answer to the mess of "making wedding clothes for others";

The second thing is to send a message to ask Shirakawa where he is now;

The third thing is to buy a train ticket for city b that leaves at 8 o'clock the next morning.

…

at the same time.

b city.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in the famous private courtyard natural open-air hot spring on the outskirts of the city, the hot spring water flows down to the top layer of the mountain-the top of the hot spring is blue, and the color of the hot spring water flowing down gradually becomes lighter, and the spring water flows into the lowest layer of the hot spring pool. In the hot spring pool, milky white water vapor is enveloped in the hot spring pool. Special Chinese herbal medicines are added to the pool, exuding bursts of herbal fragrance...

It was when the Chinese lamp of the city first came on.

This secluded open-air hot spring pool is rare and peaceful, with dim lamps placed beside the pool as the only light. Occasionally, you can hear the sound of splashing splashes when someone is paddling the water...

In the pool.

The young man leaned against the pool with a towel on his head, his homely attributes had not seen the sun for a long time, his fairness was almost transparent, and his black hair was moist and pressed against his handsome cheeks...There was a lazy light in the tea-colored pupils. At this moment, he was lying on the edge of the hot spring pool, half of his body was playing with the phone with his slender fingertips slightly moist outside the hot spring, he logged out of a q login, and switched to another account. Just after logging in, he saw a monkey's head flashing wildly—

[The navy invited by the monkey: Teacher, where are you and Teacher Jiang Yucheng? b city? at home? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Is teacher Jiang Yucheng there? Did he not bring a cell phone? 】

As if unexpectedly, the man's nose buried in his arms moved, and he gave an unexplained grin.

[Zhou Chuan: What are you doing at his house, Lao Tzu came to clean him up? Suburban hot springs, what do you want to do? 】

[Zhou Chuan: This person with no professional ethics, he will not watch q when he is on vacation. 】

The man is typing fast...

"—A hot spring is just a good hot spring. People are in the water and can't put down their mobile phones. Internet addiction teenager?"

Behind the man, another sound rang out from the sound of water splashing-in the huge hot spring pool, a figure with healthy bronze skin swam from side to side of the pool. When passing by Hikawa, the splashing water splashed into the arc of the man. The line is perfect on the jaw...

Hikawa raised his hand and wiped off the splashed water droplets blankly.

"You heard it too. Just as you, Jiang Yucheng, were swimming around like a child with ADHD and playing in the hot spring pool as a swimming pool, there was a poor girl thousands of miles away who was tortured by your act of crossing the river and breaking the bridge." Zhou Chuan put down his cell phone, "And I don't know what evil he has committed, and I want to wipe your **** for this scumbag."

There was a splash of water.

The figure that could not swim around finally came to rest—the man named Jiang Yu Makoto finally stopped disturbing the tranquility of the hot spring...He stopped and pulled over the wooden basin floating on the hot spring. Take out the iced porcelain wine bottle from the inside, raise his head and drink it: "Why am I a scumbag?"

Standing in the middle of the hot spring pool, Jiang Yucheng looked at his height comparable to that of Hiukawa. His sword eyebrows and star eyes were no less handsome than Hiukawa, but his silhouette became clearer and more mature because he was older.

Compared with the harsh and fierce look of Jiukawa when he is not speaking, Jiang Yucheng really has an approachable and kind face: when he is not speaking, the corners of his eyes are raised, and the corners of his lips are naturally slightly hooked into an arc that seems to be smiling...

At this moment, he looked at the man leaning on the side of the hot spring pool with a towel on his head and playing with his mobile phone with a smile.

"Your ten-year fan glass has a broken heart." It seems that he is used to being watched by him with such bewildering and kind eyes, and Hiukawa is still unmoved. "If Mr. L appears half an hour later, you can hear your ten-year fans crying and crying... Ten-year fans, a girl who spends this time looking for a man to fall in love, and now a son should meet It's soy sauce, Jiang Yucheng, won't your conscience hurt?"

"I have no conscience."

"..."

"Just like you."

"Speak well." Hikawa tore off the white towel from his head and threw it at Jiang Yucheng's face.

Jiang Yucheng put the porcelain wine bottle in his hand to the side of the pool, accurately caught the towel thrown by Hiukawa, threw it into the tub in front of him and pushed it away, while raising his eyelids and glanced at Hiukawa: " Unlike the big day in the sky, "Disappearing Amusement Park" is my only work by Jiang Yucheng in the past two years. If I don’t sell well, I will fall from the clouds and be laughed at by everyone-try my best to build momentum for it and stand. Stand firm, what's wrong with me?"

If he was just teasing at the beginning, Jiang Yucheng's tone seemed a bit serious in the end.

"...Why is the voice so loud," Hiukawa rolled his eyes and cut his ears. "I heard that the loudness is because of a guilty conscience."

"..."

Jiang Yucheng paused, smiled, and said with a harmless, gentle expression: "The planning for the front page of "Moonlight" is one that you speak in person; the other is that there is no harm in promoting a new article in advance; and the third is me. I did help the little monkey—"

"Well, your busy schedule is really worth the money. It didn't take any effort to let Yuanyue Club use hundreds of thousands of pages of magazines to give you a wave of free publicity as a free return-this kind of short-term'charity' that you can't wait to get back the benefits. At most. It can only be regarded as a transaction, where the big face said it was helping others."

"...The debt of renminbi is only collected by himself." Jiang Yucheng shrugged, but the kind smile on his face remained the same. "Didn't you say it? The debt of renminbi is the most valuable in the world."

As Jiang Yucheng said, he walked to the edge of the pool—

With both hands on the shore, with a slight force, the strong muscles on the arms bulged, and there was a splash of water, accompanied by a strong medicinal scent, the man stood barefoot by the hot spring pool, pulled over the bathrobe and put it on …I randomly took a picture of Zhang Hot Spring from an angle and Hiukawa’s head was half enlarged while playing with his mobile phone while he was lying in the hot spring. The back of his head was half muscled and tight.

[Jiang Yucheng: Senior writers group, bathing in hot springs with your male **** Hikawa. 】

As soon as Weibo was posted, the people who ate melons went crazy. Half of them were playing Sherlock Holmes and analyzing how handsome his face is based on Hiukawa’s hair. The other half were vying for the fact that this hot spring is enough to be civilized and polite, that is Is Hiukawa wearing a shame at this moment? ! …

Everyone is very hilarious. Jiang Yucheng watched the soaring Weibo comments and followed him for a while. After posting Weibo, he lowered his head and glanced at the guy who was still leaning on the pool, carelessly playing with his phone—

As if still talking to that little editor.

He walked over and stepped on Hiukawa's shoulder with his big foot: "I can't see that you are quite soft-hearted. I just pretended to lead her to come to me to sign this serialization in "Moonlight" but I heard it."

Hearing this, Hiukawa raised his eyebrows: "Then you sign or not?"

Jiang Yucheng was silent.

Then it was the standard harmless face of humans and animals: "I think about it."

Shirakawa pushed away the big feet that were on his shoulders, showing disdain: "A silly guy put up to the sky... Sign it, I signed the "Luohe Book of God", you didn't coax me and say: That's the Yuanyue Club, it's so compelling-now I'll return the original words to you."

"No, it's up to you whether I sign or not. Why are you helping her like this?" Jiang Yucheng looked wary, "Where is the intention?"

"Let you also enjoy the pleasure of being tortured by that annoying spirit." The man leaning against the hot spring pool shook his mobile phone and said lazily, "I have never seen such annoying editors in this circle for more than ten years. "

"...Then you urged her to torture me."

"When you come, she can harass you, distract and distract that excessive energy, and less toss me."

"How to toss? Cook or feed the dog?"

"..." Zhou Chuan pressed his cell phone and looked at Jiang Yucheng with a face of paralysis, "Speak well."

"It's you who are not a human first. You said why you are like this. The little girl has worked so hard to make plans and proofreads for your books. You don't know if you are grateful, and you still dislike others for harassment..." Jiang Yucheng squatted down. Moved his foot and got close to Hiukawa, stretched out a finger to poke him, "How come you don't know what's good or bad?"

"Jiang Yucheng, you don't follow my dad's speech."

"Hey, that's right. Speaking of your dad, your dad called me that day and told me that your Provincial Writers Association held a meeting. You...Oh, you see you stare at me again, do it well, I will not say it, I will not say it Anyway, you are a white-eyed wolf — if your dad and your little editor have the opportunity to sit together, you might be able to say bad things about you from the morning until the sun goes down."

"Don't take a mouthful of a white-eyed wolf. Your dad told you not to write horror and suspense and change your career to write "Dream of Red Mansions". Are you going?"

"I write? With whom does Lin Daiyu's ghost fall in love?"

"Look, you don't want to, so just shut up," the man lying on the edge of the hot spring pool moved his eyes, then suddenly raised his head and asked as if he remembered something, "so your broken book is in the end. Do you sign it to her?"

"What do you think?"

"As I said to her, if you don't have a guilty conscience, you won't be shaken, then the question is, Jiang Yucheng, you can have no conscience, but are you guilty?"

Jiang Yucheng looked at the mist in the pool full of water, thought about it carefully, and then nodded, "...a little bit."

"So, wonderful."

Hiukawa left Jiang Yucheng, who was standing on the shore, with a self-seeking and meaningful face.

At this time, the two great authors were chatting and laughing at the edge of the hot spring, and they didn't know that they had come to terms-they were about to see with their own eyes how "troublesome" Chuli's "troublesome" can be.

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