Moonlight Variations

"What's the matter with you?" The man held the phone far away from his ear. "Why don't you sleep here at night and drink?"

"I didn't drink, your foot-washing maid drank alcohol," Chuli pinched her phone, barefoot, her feet hung outside the window and stepped on a tile of the roof. The tile was rustling when she stepped on, "Four Five Tiancha didn’t have such a person. On the fifth day, I prayed that the Buddha finally showed up and told me that I would submit the manuscript tonight, and then I continued to check that there was no such person—when I remembered to go to her, I found that she was kindly talking to fans on Weibo. Good night, finally disappeared without a trace, without a trace!"

"What then?" The man on the phone sneered, "You probably didn't call to hear me tell you the phrase ‘I said it earlier’ again."

"Yes, didn't you just say that, I'm looking for you to repay the favor."

"What kind of favor?"

"Have you forgotten how you boarded the plane smoothly that day? After I found my ID card and found out, who stood at the door of my house and vowed to me that he owed me a favor. At that time, there was light in his eyes, and his feet seemed to be stepping on. With colorful auspicious clouds, wearing the cloak of a world-famous hero..."

The man held the phone, and the smile on the corners of his lips became clearer... He sat on the edge of the window with long legs, as if a low voice vibrating from his chest, sounded lazily: "Oh, who?"

At the end of the phone, the little girl shook her white legs outside the window. Hearing the laughter of the man on the phone, she paused with her fingers, and felt that laughter was close at hand, as if she could feel the breath of a man... The sound transmission effect of the mobile phone is too good now? She flushed her cheeks slightly, took the phone from her ears, her cold fingertips carefully squeezed the hot earlobe, she put the phone on her lap, pressed the hands-free, and cleared her voice: " Who, don't fool around, the second dog is a witness dog."

"...Banana man, you—"

"...Don't talk to me in the tone my mother taught me to wear long trousers, I'm afraid!"

Chu Li lifted up a tile with his thumb and retracted his foot. The tile made a clear sound at the beginning. Chu Li thought, this is probably the so-called smashing of tiles, right?

"Teacher Jiuchuan, because of a kind of honey attraction between opposite sexes, Empress Cocoon seems to listen to you, even if she doesn’t listen to you, she won’t ignore you, so can you bother you to visit her in the q group and ask Ask her what the **** is going on—Is it not unreasonable that the agency urged me to urge me very tightly. "The Book of Luohe" will be released in October, and this is mid to late July. Our cover painters are still playing the game of missing persons. , There is no magic, dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water... before mid-August a complete draft is required to be sent to the printing factory for proofing!"

"Substitution."

The man's tone sounded understatement and decisive.

Chuli was silent, and said in a desperate tone: "However, Lao Miao has officially announced it. If you don’t believe it, go to Weibo to check it. It has been reposted for six thousand. It seems that the whole world knows that you are going to collaborate with the co-author of "Luo He "The Book of God"-the leaders of the club are happy now. After Xujiang signed the contract with Chengxin, the official Weibo of "Moonlight" hasn't been so lively for a long time."

Chuli: "...and I haven't been so desperate for a long time."

Chu Li: "Do you know what is difficult to ride a tiger? That's how I am now."

Chuli was talking and poking on the phone with her mellow fingertips... absent-mindedly, she played on the phone and sent a message to Mr. L to ask him what he was doing. By the way, she continued to see if Empress Cocoon was online-of course she was still not there. Yes, in fact Chuli doubted whether he had been blocked.

At this time, upon hearing Chu Li's request, there was silence on the phone.

Chuli was curious to pick up the phone and put it close to his ear, and was about to ask if he was asleep... For a long time, I finally heard a small rustle from the phone, Chuli called "Teacher", and then felt that The phone in her ear vibrated, and she suddenly took the phone away from her ear with a "Yeah"!

When I fixed my eyes, it turned out that the four groups of people who had just poked aside suddenly jumped out a new line of news—

[Jiukawa: How about the broken cocoon manuscript? I looked at the sketch and it seemed very good. I look forward to it! 】

Chuli picked up the phone and put it down again. After thinking about it, she said very sincerely, "...Thank you, teacher."

Hikawa: "Did you kneel down?"

Chuli black question mark face.

Zhou Chuan: "Knelt and thank you."

First gift: "..."

The man was sitting by the window, joking about the little girl happily, before he had time to figure out how she was speechless. At this time, the sound of a car engine was heard from afar outside the yard... on his face The smile faded slightly, and the brown pupils in the night sank, and his eyes flickered for a moment. He paused and then changed to the same lazy accent as before: "The matter is done for you, it depends on good luck. , Don’t be bluffing all day long-I am your author and not your man, so I have to wipe your **** every day."

"Speak well, where does'every day' come from!"

Zhou Chuan looked at the phone and thought it was really "every day". From the time you are a fool into the job, how much I know and don’t know how much I have helped you secretly and secretly... Hey, thinking about it this way, I seem to be really Your heart is as kind as Guanyin Bodhisattva. Don't worship God during the Chinese New Year this year. Burn a stick of incense and worship me.

Just thinking about it, the sound of dialogue and footsteps came from the corridor outside. At the same time when people outside the house knocked on the door and opened the door to enter, the man faintly said "Hang up" and then hung up. Putting down the phone, keeping the posture of sitting on the edge of the window, holding on to the middle-aged man who walked in outside the house—

The person here has a pair of brown pupils exactly the same as him.

…In fact, no matter it is the eyes, even the facial features are unexpected lovesickness, but the decree lines on both sides of the nose have become more serious and stable because of age, he wears a fitted shirt and suit pants, after a day of work , The shirt is still properly wrinkle-free, and the waist belt is meticulously tied, just like a standard veteran...

Day Gu Xuan.

Vice Chairman of the Writers Association of S Province, born in 1966, worked in the People's Daily of C City, Province of S in 1987, joined the Chinese Writers Association in 1998, served as the Vice Chairman of the Writers Association of S Province in 2001, and a member of the 10th National Committee of the Chinese Writers Association. Representative works, "Red Eagle", "Battlefield Sunset", "When the National Anthem Sounds", "The Years Are Like Songs".

—When he stood there, looking at Hiukawa in silence, he always made him feel like he was looking at the magic mirror decades later.

This has always been the case.

It has been for nearly 27 years.

"...Every time I see you, I will dispel the idea that I may not be my own person," leaning against the window, the man tilted his head and slightly raised his lips, "Dad."

"What are you doing sitting by the window, beware of falling down, and coming down." Zhou Guxuan obviously didn't bother to pay attention to his son's ridicule.

Hiukawa wanted to say that I am not a three-year-old child or a tall cat, so I can fall through the window? In desperation, he could only stand up with his long legs, tucked his hands in his trouser pockets, and answered his father’s question: ""The editor of Yuanyue Society called me and said it was the cover of "Luohe Book of God". Something went wrong..."

Zhou Guxuan waved his hand and interrupted Zhou Chuan: "Lao Xia called me a few days ago and told me about this. He asked me to find a calligrapher for you to ask for a set of characters, which will be the cover characters of your new book."

Hiukawa: "...I don't even know about it."

Find a calligrapher to write a title for this novel whose readership is between 13 and 30 years old! This is the urge to smash the madness... can it be done?

Zhou Gu Xuan's voice is low and majestic: "I found it for you, and I have written all the words and sent it away-what else can I say after it's done? I'm looking for you if it's not done!"

Erzhang Hiukawa couldn't figure it out, and was a little confused: "...I should say from time to time at this time: Thank you, Dad?"

"No," Zhou Gu Xuan said as he turned and walked out, "Your mother asked me to tell you to go downstairs and drink sugar water. By the way, I will see you and let us not quarrel. I have completed the above tasks. Come down."

Hikawa: "..."

Throwing the phone into his trouser pocket, the man well restrained his usual frivolousness and arrogance in front of his father. He lowered his eyes and even sneered when his father mentioned "no quarrels"... followed his father and went downstairs. , Halfway down, the person walking in front suddenly stopped—

Zhou Gu Xuan turned around and said to his son behind him: "I thought you would still not come to this Writers Association meeting."

Zhou Chuan: "Are surprises or surprises? Isn't accidents an accident?"

Zhou Gu Xuan seemed too lazy to pay attention to his scolding son's tone: "I'm curious, what made you change your mind?"

"..." Hiukawa thought for a while, "I am the editor."

"You edit?"

"She told me that people can run away for a while, but they can't avoid the whole life-do it if you don't feel comfortable, or die if you fail to do it, and you won't be the middle man."

Hearing this, Zhou Guxuan said that he was facing his son who was standing on a higher step—it was the same, but because of his age, his muddy brown pupils looked at the young man behind him without evasiveness, without concealing the slight surprise in his eyes...

But only for a moment.

He fell silent, and when he spoke again, his voice did not fluctuate at all: "Do you think you are on the battlefield when you open an association? It's all your predecessors, teacher, watching you grow up wearing open crotch pants—"

"My mother said I didn't wear open crotch pants."

"Shut up-when there are so many people, you are a little **** sitting there, who knows who you are... and treats yourself as a dish. Whatever wins or loses, the meaning of the mean is profound and complicated. Understand?"

As he spoke, Zhou Guxuan turned around and continued to walk forward. Zhou Chuan had obviously guessed that he would react like this. As expected, he pursed his lips indifferently—

Of course I thought that this had been revealed, but I did not expect the sound of "Da Da" slippers stepping on the stairs. The middle-aged man walking in front suddenly added: "But your editor is right... Congratulations. You, for so many years, anyhow, you came across a mentor and friend who can teach you how to be an editor."

Hikawa: "...............Huh?"

Good teacher and helpful friend?

who?

A banana?

This black humor is great, old man, are you going to transform into a Lu Xun-type writer?

Hiukawa digs out his ears, the whole person is like an "excuseme", he is so confused that he almost forgets that this is the first time he was not with his dad after he was fifteen years old. They quarreled when they met, and maintained the precious and rare in their family for more than ten years-

One night peaceful.

…

Three days later.

g city.

The Zhouchuan Writers Association Conference is preparing and will start that night. The Chuli side is already in deep waters. It was due to the fact that on Wednesday afternoon, editor Xia personally sent a set of calligraphy characters as the cover inscription of "Luohe Book of Gods". The inscription is old. My husband is a calligrapher of the Eight Classics of Zheng'er, and the old school artist in the calligraphy circle of S Province is very handsome. When Chu Li opened the inscription, his hands were shaking. I wondered how much the **** is it worth?

Later, I learned that this old-fashioned artist was a close friend of Hiukawa’s father, so I don’t want a penny, and I became even more alarmed—

How much is Hiukawa's father's face worth? !

The Yuanyue Society cheekedly went to find Gu Xuanqiu for the day. It seems that it was really more than just talking about the "Shenshu of Luohe" when it was said that it was necessary to do a good job: the new literature and the old school can coexist harmoniously with just this character. Positive energy headline published 800-word Weibo...

Readers will be even more happy. Like Chuli, of course they don’t know the specifics of this character, but they are about to be the same as Chuli. Knowing that this character is the work of a calligrapher recognized by the Zheng'er Bajing Calligraphy Association, which can be reached by Baidu, he knelt down silently to show his respect, and finally handed over his wallet obediently...

"I, I, I will immediately let Meibian do the scanned documents..." Chu Li carefully held the calligraphy and painting.

"Well, it's okay," the editor-in-chief said, "I asked for such a good cover inscription. When the cover is designed, I know that the title must be big, and the title must be intuitive to attract readers. The pictures you have arranged are not the main points. … By the way, the cover map of the appointment, open me to see what it looks like."

"..."

Chu Li was dumbfounded.

Suddenly I didn't realize how the topic jumped so fast.

Carefully put the inscription aside to prevent Teacher Xia from accidentally breaking her when she beat her. Chu Li took a deep breath, and then shivered under the teacher's questioning eyes: "The painter showed one of the sketches of one of them. , Then, I couldn’t contact her anymore and wanted to change, but the legal department said that the contract had already gone through and the deposit had been paid, and the official Weibo of "Moonlight" magazine has also officially announced this cooperation..."

Speaking of the final ceremony, I wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Teacher Xia.

Teacher Xia fell silent.

Then on the same day, Chuli saw what a literate old man is like, and experienced it personally, including three teammates: Axiang, Lao Miao, and Yu Yao.

…Speaking of which, Yu Yao is really pitiful. He didn't make any mistakes, so he was busy following the people under her hands everywhere rushing to lie down with Emma.

Teacher Xia emphatically criticized the inefficiency of the editorial department of "Moonlight" magazine, and finally left a sentence like "If you can't get the finished picture this week, please don't do this book". After leaving, Chuli asked Yu Yao quietly: "What kind of experience is it like to bring a group of mentally retarded men?"

Yu Yao: "To be honest, although I know this is inevitable, sometimes I really want to pull you to fill the sea."

First gift: "..."

Chuli took out her chair and sat down in silence, preparing for the hundreds of daily urging Empress Cocoon to submit a draft. Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat down, she saw Empress Cocoon's head shaking and sent a huge offline drawing file.

At that time, Chu Li thought that she was being scolded by Teacher Xia with a hallucination—

Hikawa's reminder seems to be useful? Holding a painful heart, Chu Lidian opened the file...

Then the whole person was so scared that he almost sat on the floor.

—The picture sent by the cocoon girl is a **** finished picture, the line is hooked, the color is finished, the background is finished, the overall color structure of the picture is adjusted, the degree of completion is full, and the finished draft is quite beautiful. picture.

The white-clothed young man sat on the rock and wiped his long sword; behind him, a tall, burly man with white hair and red eyes stood behind him, with his sleeves closed, and he stopped talking; behind them, there were fallen leaves and flowers, the sky was blue, and a beast totem and the clouds were faintly visible. It is the appearance of the animal head described in the article by the man with white hair and red eyes...

The whole painting has a good artistic conception, the characters are not only exquisite and beautiful, but there are dramas in their eyes... But in Chuli's impression, the current domestic painters can do "the characters have drama in the eyes" is one of the few.

-To tell the truth, just looking at the picture, three thousand yuan is worth the money, and it is enough to make people understand in an instant why she still has a large number of fans.

The painting is really good.

But at this moment, Chu Li was not happy at all, and it could even be said to be too shocked and too surprised... She called Axiang, and then the two of them stared at the painting in a daze with all four eyes—

First of all, the overall structure of this painting is a right composition, and the title can only be placed on the left side of the picture;

Secondly, because the composition is to the right, there are no more spreads, and all the typographic styles that have been thought of before have to be repeated;

Third, re-painting, not to mention that there is only one picture now, and there is still a draft that I have not seen, and according to the virtue of the cocoon empress, which has evaporated in three steps, it can be in time for the book fair to be printed in the middle of August. Teacher Xia can twist their heads off and throw them into the waste recycling station;

Finally, there is not much room for the title of the entire picture, which means that the title of the book must be smaller than expected—

So here comes the problem.

Brush writing, the bigger the talent, the more domineering and generous;

And Teacher Xia only set up a flag about five minutes ago. His original words are like this: When you ask for such a good inscription, then when the cover is designed, you know that the title must be large, and the title must be intuitive to attract. Readers, the pictures you made are not the main points.

Chuli was silent, and said: "........................Really, in this situation, I choose to die."

Ah Xiang also said quietly: "...Take me on Huangquan Road, don't leave me alone in purgatory on earth."

…

That night.

c city.

The s Provincial Writers Association conference started smoothly. His father, Mr. Gu Xuan, Mr. Hiukawa delivered an important speech at the conference on the difference between modern literature and traditional literary works-focusing on the importance of the integration and tolerance of the two under the changing times ; Emphasize that modern literature should not just blindly please readers, because it is in-depth and sophisticated, based on the basic bottom line of "writing the way", and creating...

During Mr. Zhou Guxuan’s speech, his son, who could not hear his words for more than ten years, and the popular author of modern novels, Shiu Chuan, sat side by side with his brother Jiang Yucheng, and listened. Teaching—

Jiang Yucheng slammed his shoulder against Shirakawa: "I didn't expect you to come, isn't it true that you won't come and kill you?"

Hiukawa leaned against the backrest behind him, his expression indifferent: "Escape is shameful and useless."

Jiang Yucheng grinned: "I haven't quarreled with your dad in the past two days."

Hiukawa: "No, everyone is very tacitly able to have no dialogue without dialogue. After trying to forget that the other party is their own peer, the father-son relationship is still harmonious."

Jiang Yucheng: "..."

Looking at the man sitting next to him, stretched his legs and raised the chair in front of him, his eyes were indifferent. Frowning and conflict in the bottom of my eyes...

But overall, it was many times better than when he came to attend the Writers Association meeting a few years ago.

Jiang Yucheng moved his lips, and was about to ask what magical wife Oral Liquid had knocked on Hiukawa. He was so peaceful as a Maitreya Buddha. At this moment, he saw the man playing with his cell phone under the table—

Shirakawa turned on q, and then saw a dozen bursts of shelling from someone.

[Navy Invited by Monkeys: Picture]

[The navy invited by the monkey: The picture you urged you to come by, do you think it? I think it's pretty good-looking, and it's the protagonist in my mind. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: But there is no use for eggs. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: the right composition, the horizontal flip cannot be done, and the title is not blank enough. The commercial picture used as the cover is used as a poster in the painting-I saw this picture twice when I stepped on a horse, the first time was these two The line draft of one of the characters, the second time is a 100% completed draft! ! ! ! ! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I'm going to your Maade, do you have a painter who doesn't show the editor the manuscript? ? ? ! ! 】

[Shuijun invited by the monkey: Teacher Xia said that the title of the book should be domineering, so he sent me a picture with the author's name after the title was written? ! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I'm going crazy, really, the hairline is directly raised by one millimeter. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: However, the picture is really good-looking. It may be that the cocoon girl really loves you—the degree of completion and dedication of the published cover manuscript of several thousand dollars and the level of commercial manuscripts of tens of thousands of film and television games. It feels like ice and fire. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I'm so angry, why are there talented but unworthy people in this world that people don't know how to simply hate him! ! ! 】

The man curled his lips.

[Zhou Chuan: You are complimenting her by this sentence. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Huh, are you there? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Isn't it a meeting? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I really didn't praise her. You said that this kind of person is sick, and if he has the strength, it is not good to draw a picture that everyone is happy with. What's the matter? 】

[Shuijun invited by the monkey: Ergou canned food is almost gone. A certain treasure searched for the next one according to the title. A canned food for lunch is enough for me to eat steamed buns for two months...I can't afford it, you go by yourself buy it. 】

After complaining to the other side, I started thinking about daily life again... thinking that she was holding her mobile phone to search for cans, and when she saw the price, her eyes widened and silently crossed out the buckle on the page—

The smile on the corner of the man's lips widened.

At the same time, as soon as he twisted his head, he caught a glimpse of a familiar Q portrait. Jiang Yucheng stretched his neck: "Little monkey looking for you?"

"Tsk," Shirakawa suddenly turned the phone aside, "what to see, what to see, you don't have an editor to speak with you..."

"No, let me take a look at what I'm saying, and I have a wonderful smile..."

"No."

"Look at it."

"you go."

"Oops…"

[China Writers.com once issued a report, is online literature literature? What kind of literature is online literature? -On this, people's views are not consistent. Because some works called "Internet Literature" are far from the quality and quality of "Literature", that is, they are not up to the height and precision of "Literature" (*The original text is taken from China Writers Net)... Three rows of two seats, Mr. Hirukawa and three rows of three seats, Mr. Jiang Yucheng. Keep quiet during the meeting. What are you doing? 】

On the stage, Teacher Gu Xuan's sudden roll call made the two young men who were making a fuss instantly freeze.

Hirukawa cleared his voice, snatched his mobile phone from Jiang Yucheng, kicked him under the table, and then put the mobile phone back into his pocket—

In front of the Senior Writers Association, the two of them condensed their unrequited faces, sat upright, bowed their heads, honestly confessing, like two elementary school students who were named for trouble in class.

The author has something to say: Come on, come on!

Hiukawa and Jiang Yucheng, who are both visually sensational in the small actions below, are greatly...

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