Moonlight Variations

Big bags and small bags are taken home, the refrigerator should be placed in the refrigerator, the rice bowl that should be put in the rice tank, the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar condiments are put in their respective positions, and Hikawa stands in front of the refrigerator that was stuffed the first time... Once felt that "life" is a verb.

The man holding the refrigerator door sighed, "Wonderful."

On the other hand, Chuli, who was preparing to make borscht, found the cutting board. Ergouzi is a dog. If a dog can’t eat onions, don’t put onions. Wash the cutting board and start to chop the beef first-now standing on the cutting board with a kitchen knife The little girl in front said to the man in front of the refrigerator without raising her head while chopping meat with "dongdongdongdong", "Teacher, how old is it, can we not play with the refrigerator like a three-year-old child? Keep it open like this? The refrigerator door, the refrigerator will break."

Hikawa "slapped" the refrigerator door.

I took out my mobile phone and leaned on the door frame of the kitchen and started to play stuffed. While playing, she suddenly said, "The fourth time Empress Cocoon asked me if I was there and if I was free, can I have a meal with her..."

The "dong dong dong" on the chopping board paused. Chuli turned his head and looked at Shirakawa. Then he came with a kitchen knife and said as he walked, "Let’s say it in advance, I’m not letting you go." Go, whoever you want to meet is your business, I really don’t care, but because of the meeting you gave Empress Cocoon the illusion that she thinks she can go over me and communicate with you directly, delaying my work, then I will be there Rat medicine is in your meal..."

As soon as he walked to Shirakawa, the man with long arms and legs stretched out his hand to support his forehead. Chuli held the man's big hand and raised the corner of his eye: "How did you answer it?"

Hiukawa: "'Okay'."

Chuli raised her voice: "'Okay'?!"

"Cooking knife and kitchen knife, take it farther, the sword has no eyes..." Hiukawa lowered his head and continued typing with one hand, "'When I have time, I am free, but because of my strange aesthetics, I hope to discuss with the artist with the editor. If you have something, you can talk to them. Discuss, what do you think—'"

Say word by word, type word by word, click to send after reading it, three seconds later, Empress Cocoon gave an "ah" and said unabashedly: [I hate dealing with text editors, hehe, let's forget it. , Have a chance to come out to play again? 】

Zhou Chuan read out her replies one by one, and after reading it, he looked up at the first gift. As expected, it was the same kind of expression that the dog has been ruined again... The man smiled: "Aren't you a fan of Cocoon, huh?" Make me use her, saying that she draws beautifully, draws commercially, is very popular, and is a strong team with me—"

"This is what the Yuanyue News Agency said, and it cannot be denied that it is really the truth," Chu Li said blankly, "but to be honest, I just turned black from a passerby-look at the chat records in the group, I will tell you A secret! In fact, I am the moderator of her so-called fan forum. First of all, it is just a cp to the forum and not a cocoon; secondly, it is to add fines to newcomers and it is not related to her. Finally, she complained about you. That person is a very good friend of mine..."

Hikawa raised his eyebrows.

Chuli sighed: "He wrote the essay a bit like you. It was true when someone called him Xiao Zhouchuan in the jar, but I have to say... He writes very well and is not at all thunderous, and at least seven or three with your deity. open-"

"Seven three open?"

Say good six. Quarto?

At this time, Chuli watched the man raise his eyebrows that were almost flying into the hairline, thinking that he was particularly concerned about this kind of thing—the people in front of him would be arrogant and small, and they would feel unhappy. That's natural... Chuli When he reached his mouth, he swallowed it in his stomach and rolled it around and then spit it out: "...There is no seven-three-opening, eighty-two open is still there."

Hikawa: "..."

This dog leg.

The grass on the wall, talk to people when you see people, talk to people when you see ghosts, half an hour ago, in front of Mr. L, there was still "You and Hiukawa will be open five or five times"... At this moment, it's almost two-two.

Although there is no difference at all, this will be strangely more angry: Mr. L's kindness to you is in the belly of the dog! Eat inside and out!

While whispering in his heart, Jiukawa pushed Churei's head not very tenderly. The big hand still patted her forehead, but his face was serious: "Go cook, I want to starve to death so that you can claim that.' Xiaojuchuan’s friend replaces me in the top position?"

Chuli returned to the chopping board with a sound of "Oh", thinking about putting down the kitchen knife and taking out the mobile phone from the pocket of her pants. As expected, she saw Empress Cocoon's private knock after being rejected by Hikawa—

[Broken Cocoon: I can start when Hirukawa is released by Renset, please tell me the size now? Horizontal or vertical? How many characters? Is the background complicated? Manuscript fee? 】

[Brococoon: Let me say it first, the first two photos in mid-August, the time is too fast, according to the complicated procedures of the picture, you must pay an expedited fee, if you don't want to, forget it. 】

[Brococoon: You can think about it and give me an answer before tomorrow. 】

First gift: "..."

Chuli picked up the kitchen knife again, but didn't know who would be better to chop.

The contrast of the "cute in front of Hiukawa, Nima behind Hirukawa" is too cute, right? You can feel the cold tone of the other person and an inexplicable anger from the other side across the screen...

Sister, it's Shiukawa who doesn't like you, and it's not Shiuchuan because I don't like you, so mad!

At this time, holding the phone, looking at the firmness of "add money", "must add money", and "don't talk if you don't add money", Chuli had a hunch: no matter how the result of the finished picture is, this time the process of making an appointment. I'm afraid it won't go well...

-She must be ready to "overwork and fat" again and get three kilograms of fat.

That night.

When moving the furniture to the room, Chuli deliberately went to Weibo of Cocoon during the intermission, and found some antique illustrations that she found suitable and sent to Cocoon—

[The navy invited by the monkey: 300dpi (*image resolution) or above, size a4, cross-page spread, the background is not complicated and meets the artistic conception of the scene, two pictures, each with two people and the whole body, the expedited fee is together Six thousand, teacher, do you think it is appropriate? 】

[The Water Army Invited by Monkeys: Commercial manuscripts for the cover of published novels are not comparable to other types of commercial manuscripts. Basically, this is the highest price that can be offered. If you put it in other publishers, you may give you three or four thousand at most. I believe you can understand it. . 】

After Chu Li finished speaking, Cocoon remained silent for about half an hour, and then returned Chu Li with the word "OK", and then there was no response.

…

The following weekend, Chuli was busy moving, and she didn’t have time to chase after Cocoon’s buttocks to ask about the progress of the manuscript—she herself was tired like a dog all weekend. As the landlord, Shirakawa installed some new furniture hardware for her. The rest of the mattress pads and hangers and other odds and ends are all Chuli went to the home furnishing store and bought them all...

On Sunday night, the 70-square-meter loft that belonged to her finally looked like a person—open the window and you could see the sunset pouring into the loft through the white gauze curtains, and the wooden floor would make a slight creaking sound when you stepped on it. …Compared to the small apartment she lived in before she went to the toilet, she touched her head and her butt, and the quality of life can be said to be a qualitative leap.

All this thanks to the benefactor greatly.

In the evening, because of Zhien's report, Chuli made a hearty dinner for Shirakawa and Ergou with all his heart... But what made the way out was that Shirakawa announced one thing at the dinner table: the next day is also On Monday night he will fly to the neighboring province to attend the Writers Association Conference.

"..." This sudden decision made Chu Li, who was sitting at the table immersed in rice, was taken aback, "Isn't he going to kill him?"

Hiukawa lifted the corners of his lips to reveal his white teeth: "The chicken soup that you gave me in the car that night was just a joke?"

Chu Li looked blank: "...No."

Hiukawa nodded and took a gentle sip of the soup, "Congratulations, I'm not just listening."

First gift: "..."

…

The next day, working day.

Chuli reluctantly got up from the bed—the last time she slept in such a good bed, she seemed to be living before the third year of high school. She almost forgot that there is another kind of bed in the world that is soft enough to make people feel like the Princess and the Pea...

I once again expressed my gratitude to the actor teacher, yawning and taking a bath and putting on makeup. After opening the door from the attic and walking down, Chuli saw a big dog crouching on the stairs with an empty rice bowl and wagging his tail. , A pair of almond dogs looked at the little girl standing at the top of the stairs with eyesight.

Chuli went downstairs, took the empty food bowl from the big dog's mouth, dug out the heat-preserving leftover rice from the rice cooker, opened a can and mixed it, and put it on the mat where Ergouzi was eating—no need to say hello, tight Immediately behind her ass, eyes staying in the food bowl for a moment, as if the big dog, whose life is the root of his life, plunged into the bowl with his head...

When Ergou was eating, Chuli washed his hands and made a breakfast for people. When he brought the table to the table, he wanted to call Shirakawa, but he saw a note left on the table with a total of three sentences—

[I didn't go to bed until 4:30 last night, don't call me for breakfast, don't eat. 】

[Don’t leave it to me, the house’s rules: The food on the table is the second dog by default. If you don’t believe me, try it. 】

[Although you dare to try, I dare to throw you out. 】

The font is flying and dancing, rebellious, and the tone is tugging and domineering—to sum up, you can guess who wrote the note with your toes... Chu Li put down the note, and had to eat breakfast by himself, facing the day before going out. Chuan made a grimace at the door of the room that was tightly closed, and turned his head to see the packed suitcase in the hallway. Chuli gave a sudden, a little stunned—

Is Hiukawa really going to attend the Provincial Writers Association meeting next door? Isn't it contradictory?

Did I really convince him?

I?

…real or fake?

Which sentence convinced him? The one at the top of the food chain?

Oh my god, he won't go to the old men and old ladies of the Writers Association to fight, right?

On the way to the editorial office, I was always thinking about this, and I was vaguely worried that if Hiukawa fights with the old man and the old lady of the Writers Association, he will not blame me when he turns back? While the blind chicken was worried, Chu Li was always distracted...

After waiting for the editorial department, Yu Yao gave back to Chuli the selected topics of Agui’s essays that could be published. He woke up from the illusion that "Hikawa was fighting with the old man and the old lady, and he might not be able to fight it", and immediately went to the proofreading copy of "Hearing" and entered a school.

I quickly spent the morning proofreading Agui’s text. At lunch, I asked Chuli about the progress of the cover of "The Book of the Gods of Luohe" beside Yao. Only then did Chuli remember that there are still such troubles in the world. Er, I immediately opened q to ask about the progress of Empress Cocoon...At this time, Axiang turned his head and glanced at her: "The manuscript is difficult to remind, you better not be so relieved."

This is of course a kind reminder, so Chuli smiled at Ah Xiang, and she was still a little disapproved at this time—

It's just a reminder, how difficult can it be?

Until she found out that her inquiry had fallen into the sea again, Empress Cocoon's reply was frozen with the word "good" on Saturday night last week as ending, and then the world evaporated...

Obviously q is online, is she not in front of the computer and hasn't gotten up yet?

Chu Li had to wait patiently. However, ten minutes later, while she was eating and reading Weibo, she accidentally swiped a new Weibo from Yu Niang Niang ten minutes ago. Yu Niang Niang posted a message about herself and another editor. q A screenshot of the witty conversation during chat. It is a funny story that happened during the game yesterday. The editor asked her, what about your manuscript?

She was playing haha ​​there.

There are a lot of fans underneath "Hahahahahaha", "Daily is so cute", "Daily, this salted fish hahahaha"—

Chu Li: "???"

So you are free to play games.

Is it just that the schedule for "painting" is tight?

So you are there.

Just choose the "ignore me online" mode?

………………Salted fish? Don’t insult the salted fish anymore. After the salted fish died, the salted fish existed seriously as a kind of delicacy, creating the great value of three chopsticks capable of making a bowl of rice. How about you? !

Just stinks, my friend! !

Chu Li Sanguan was shaken again, and I thought I liked her before, really just because she only needs to look at her pictures when she is willing to paint; not like now, when she is unwilling to paint, but also to hold her. Asked her to paint and asked to see her picture...

Chuli opened q while thinking about it, specially selected the four-person chat group and started crazy cocoon, and sent three or four messages in a row—

[The navy invited by the monkey: Is Teacher Breaking Cocoon here? Can I ask about the progress of the manuscript? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Is Mr. Cocoon here? The line draft of the manuscript is almost ready, there should be a composition. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Is Teacher Pocoon here? I saw your Weibo. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Is Teacher Breaking Cocoon here? It's enviable that q is so happy chatting with relatives and friends, so happy that the manuscript must have been prepared and the line draft has at least the composition? 】

Chuli cracked and typed. During the period, A Xiang came over to sit on the back of her chair and watched. After watching for a while, he said "Wow" and exclaimed, "You are also very annoying to speak."

Without looking back, Chu Li thought for a while and said: "I'm really afraid that I will please her."

In the words, when Chuli crackled and typed the fifth line, Empress Cocoon finally appeared... I have to say that she has an automatic filter function for any ridiculous words over the years. Faced with Chuli’s ridicule, Her tone is very natural and she can be cute—

[Brococoon: Come on, come on! One of the cross-page sketches has been drawn! Wait for you to see! 】

[Broco: Wait for me to open the file. 】

Three minutes later.

[Broco: Wait, ah, ah, there seems to be a problem with my software, my god! ! ! ! 】

[Broken cocoon: The file is damaged. Qaq God, I tossed the line draft for a whole day yesterday... I'm going to draw again. 】

[Brococoon: You wait for the navy invited by the monkey. I will do it again now. You will give it to you before get off work in the afternoon, but time is running out. Maybe the draft is really only the composition of the picture? 】

At this time, Chuli has only two answers to choose from—

One: Okay.

Two: Fuck you.

[The navy invited by the monkey:. . . . . . . OK. 】

A Xiang said quietly on the back of Chuli's seat: "In the past years of editing, my various drawing software crashed beyond repair and the total number of crashes did not exceed five times, but this probability lies in the painter's place. , It can always be about twenty times. In addition to the software is broken, I am sick; my cat is sick; my distant relative has passed away; dysmenorrhea; power outage; disaster…"

Axiang: "You are a fool if you believe it."

Chuli: "What can I do, I can't say, when I'm a three-year-old kid, let's go-this kind of line belongs to Teacher Hiukawa."

Axiang: "It's a pity that the teacher is not there."

Chuli curled his lips: "He's still asleep, he's a fart!"

As soon as the words fell, he felt that Ah Xiang immediately fell into silence behind him. Chu Li raised his hand and hit his mouth and twisted his head. As expected, he saw that Ah Xiang’s head was lifted from the back of her seat. He was silent and silent now. Looking at her brightly.

"Aren't these authors all like this," Chu Li said with a compelling expression, "I won't see anyone until this afternoon."

"Oh," Ah Xiang took a deep look at Chu Li, "Yes?"

First gift: "..."

…

Twelve thirty at noon.

In a high-end residence in the city center of g city.

The man in the center of the big bed woke up dazedly for some reason, his sword brows frowned, his handsome face looked a little frosty because of lack of sleep... He struggled to reach out from the quilt and grabbed the bedside phone to look at the time. Realizing that it was still early, he sighed: "What the hell..."

Unconsciously press the finger to enter q, and the man discovered that there are two messages from different people on the Sima time q, which can never find the author.

[The navy invited by the monkey: Damn, this cocoon lady is simply, if it weren’t for the club’s insistence that she really wanted to fly her, ah ah ah, while playing games on the weekend, she told me that the schedule is super urgent and the excuseme needs to be increased! Today, I lied to me and said that the draft has been drawn but the software crashed and the file is broken and I need to redraw it! It's so bad it's time-ghosts believe it! ! ! Made! Super gas! 】

[Broken cocoon: The editor of qaq Yuanyue News Agency is so strange. I made an appointment on Saturday and came to ask for a draft early on Monday morning... Even if it is urgent, you can’t be so reminded. ? 】

The message sending time basically counts the front and back.

Hikawa: "……………"

What are you doing, working as a neighborhood committee for Laozi?

Give you mediation every day?

Especially the silly roe deer, Banana Man, who told you not to use this to wash your feet and still not listen!

You deserve it!

The man lay on the pillow and was silent for ten seconds. After ten seconds, he opened the memo app and typed "Really? Over points, ignore her", select all, copy, open q, and paste them twice or two quickly. In a dialog box—

Sending is complete and sending is complete.

After finishing everything, the man breathed a sigh of relief and clicked to lock the screen of the phone.

conscience?

He has no conscience.

patience?

I forgot to bring it when I was born.

Responsibility?

The contract was signed and the manuscript was handed in. The rest is up to him. What a mess!

The author has something to say: Shirakawa: If you die by yourself, you can do it for me with tears!

Hikawa: If there is a small public act in this world, it can only be me!

Continue a wave of 111 red packets pouring to you............