Moonlight Variations

"...What kind of self-inflicted shame, Huazhi Award, other authors, such as ghost children, even if they know that they cannot be selected, they feel that even if they can be sent to the selection, it is not a beautiful thing... Your "The Book of Luohe" has a much higher chance of winning the prize than "Hearing". At least the male protagonist has a normal sexual orientation and has a family and country in mind, right..."

"I'm not going."

"..."

Dismissed the sentence "I'm not going"?

"Why???!"

"Why? The last winner of the Huazhi Award was Mr. Gu Xuan from my family, do you know what concept you are going to send me to this time-the concept of the South Pole and the North Pole... Besides, the 2008 Olympic Games are in Beijing, the 12th Olympic Games are still in Beijing, the people of the world still have to stand up and stepping on the Olympic Organizing Committee is completely messed up?" In order to prevent being ranted again, the man frowned and took the phone away from his ears, his voice was not tight. It doesn't sound slow, but it sounds right and confident, "So I won't go, it's boring."

As soon as the words fell, there was a moment of silence on the phone. It was probably a little confused by the strong resistance of the man. It took a long time to react and ask: "What is \'boring\'?"

Chu Li: "Isn't it interesting to go to the house and uncover tiles?"

Hikawa: "It's interesting to dismantle the bones, and I will give you a free experience in front of me."

"When will you come back, I will tell you in person."

"It's still seven or eight days... It's useless to be in front of you. Now if you want to be in front of me, I'll fight you."

"..." Madder is mentally retarded. On the other end of the phone, the little editor still tried to persuade me, "Don’t think this is boring, Teacher Hiukawa, I think this opportunity is rare, and you don’t need to edit the manuscript, just send it up and it’s done-you really get the prize and you even earn it. It’s not a loss if you lose the election, right? Since Teacher Xia has said that the selection team has recently decided to open up the acceptance level to welcome the new atmosphere..."

"Shut up."

"..."

"You can persuade me to come to s province to open this inexplicable writers association. It doesn't mean that you can convince me in everything." Zhou Chuan said lightly. Go find him."

Chuli never expected that Shirakawa would react like this. He was stunned for a long time without answering the words, and his head was full of "this man is very resistant to traditional literature awards" "He seems to be very resistant to traditional literature" "but his study room There are quite a few masterpieces in there"——

Why is this happening?

Chuli was full of question marks, but Shirakawa on the phone didn't respond to her and continued to give him a brainwashing opportunity to force the monk to recite scriptures. Taking advantage of her sudden silence, he witlessly took the phone directly— —

I did not forget the threatening sentence before deducting: "Don't mention it again. From now on, for every additional word you say, Lao Tzu will charge you 100 yuan more rent every month, starting at 100 yuan, and there is no ceiling."

After speaking, the man quickly hung up the phone, glanced at the milky white steaming tea in front of him, and a hint of irritability appeared unconsciously under his tea-colored eyes-he pushed the tea case away, looking a little irritated from the couch. He got up and walked out of the tea room to find that both parents were sitting in the living room waiting.

His father was on the phone, and his tone should be with a younger generation; his mother lowered his head and peeled an apple next to him, and raised his head to look at him when he heard the movement of walking. He almost wrote on his face: "Son, come here, receive love education, and wait for me." Think about how to speak casually and unobtrusively.

He is already twenty-six and seven, so the education of love is unnecessary.

The man lifted the corner of his lips and turned around to try to slip away. At this time, Gu Xuan hung up the phone and shouted in a low and majestic voice: "Where to go, come and sit down!"

Turning his back to his father, the man showed a helpless expression. He turned around and sat down on the sofa honestly like a second dog. As soon as his **** fell on the ground, he heard Zhou Gu Xuan say: "It was Xiaocheng's call just now, he said. You have a reunion of high school classmates the day after tomorrow, and your former classmate asked him to help inform you—"

After hearing the first half, Shirakawa immediately wanted to stand up and flash people, but before he could raise his **** again, he heard his father yell, "Sit down for me!"

Hiukawa sat back "slapped" again, helplessly said, "I can't remember the name of the classmate or the name of the high school classmate. Why did they ask me to go - they would not contact me if they asked me to go?"

Zhou Gu Xuan: "Look at the expression on your face, who wants to contact you with hot face and cold ass?!"

Shirakawa: "Then don't post it, did I let them post it? I'm not looking for a girlfriend or eager to show off my fame and success with someone. What do I go to the class reunion for..."

Zhou Guxuan: "Xiaocheng said, it was your Chinese teacher who was about to retire, and your former classmates held a teacher appreciation banquet. With your current status, go to the high school Chinese teacher who is about to retire to express your kindness. Should it be?!"

Zhou Chuan said dryly, "What's my identity? A third-rate junk fast food writer?"

Zhou Gu Xuan suddenly raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes: "Zhouchuan!"

Hiukawa looked irritable: "What do you do? Didn't you say this yourself?"

"What are you two, can you talk hard, roar roar makes my mind hurt," Madam Day put down the apple and fruit knife in her hand, "I have not quarreled for so many days, but it hurts you guys, right? With a voice, he said something about scholarly family, like a butcher, it spread out to make people laugh at it—one sentence per person, old Xuan, you say it first."

Zhou Gu Xuan pointed to his son who was sitting on the opposite sofa: "I am angry when I see him like this, so that the Lai Writers Association meeting will not come, and if he comes, I will sit down and sit there and don’t know what to do; let me send my work to participate in the "Sweet Branch Award". Selection..."

Mrs. Zhou showed a surprised expression of "Ouch, real".

Until the day, Gu Xuan finished his words: "Let him send his work to participate in the selection of the Huazhi Award, and he won’t go, and he opened his mouth and asked his editor how much the prize would cost—don’t think I don’t know what you said to you on purpose. I listened to me, who is it?!"

The expression on Madam Hiruto's face changed from "surprise" to "I knew it", and at the same time Hikawa fell backward, paralyzed on the sofa...

Zhou Gu Xuan got angry when he saw his dead appearance, bent over and took off his slippers and smashed it!

Mrs. Shu couldn't stop him, and watched the slippers hit his son's Zhang Jun's face. Shu Chuan still looked like a dead fish, but reached out and took the slippers off his face: "The gentleman speaks without touching his hands, old man. Speak well-I don't want to attend the writers association meeting, and I don't want to send the writer to the competition. Don't you know the reason for this?"

Shiukawa sat up, the dangling man on his face was put away, his brown pupils became dark, and his expression was a little gloomy: "If traditional literature is not really ready to accept other non-traditional literature items, then don't always do something. The weird behavior seems to be as if you are trying to accept it. This time the Writers Association-I heard that the Writers Association has absorbed many young writers in the past two years. You have called a few this time, not just me and Jiang Yucheng. Isn’t it? Why don’t you let Weibo fans reach half a million, right?”

The man stood up as he said, "Like the Chinese teacher who is about to retire, what's the surname? Teacher Li? Teacher Jiang? Or Teacher Wang — why did you go back then? Fuck me..."

"It's just that you have a lot of things. The bad literature in high school is because the teacher can't teach it 30 or 40 times, isn't it? Then why did Jiang Yucheng get high scores every time, and later became a book writer. Red is also popular earlier than you. When you sell your first best-selling book, Jiang Yucheng’s best-selling books can make up a set of poker cards-the teacher teaches you to write something that should be written, I teach you to write something that is in line with the mainstream , You always don’t listen, and you want to be a stab. As a result, you can’t get high scores in your composition while reading, and the books don’t sell well. Who is to blame? Who do you show your cynical expression to!"

"Day Gu Xuan!"

"Hikawa!"

"The kid series next door has listened to me for twenty-seven years and you still can't stop!"

"You even called your Lao Tzu's name with your first name and last name. I think you really didn't learn it well in high school-no, you learned it crookedly in elementary school! You have been crooked since childhood! Respect the teacher, respect the old and love you, respect your parents, How many have you done?! In vain!!!"

"The child does not teach, the father too!"

"What's wrong with Lao Tzu! Was it counted as one who gave birth to you?!"

"I think it's pretty good! You didn't read my essay in high school. What's wrong? It's another "Awakening the World and Constant Words" after sorting it out-ordinary parents watching their children's good things are beaten The low score went to school in the morning, where are you? You are persuading me to participate in the thank-you banquet — thank you ass! Thank her for retiring early and not harming the next generation of the motherland?!"

"Also in "Awakening the World and Constant Words", Big Fang laughed away. Have you been able to support it today by blindly self-confidence?"

Mrs. Day: "..."

The final result is that the father and son yelled at each other, blowing beards and staring at each other, so that they all heard the noise next door, and then they shot and broke...

Or how can it be said that peers are enemies?

Mrs. Zhou sighed and looked at her husband who slammed the door out; and looked at her slippery slippery when she went upstairs in slippers and didn’t wait for her to remind her. Son... She shook her head, no one was chasing, no one tried to persuade, she picked up the fruit knife that she put down before, and continued to peel the apples.

five minutes later.

Upstairs, I put on the clattering of cabinet doors and the sound of walking. Anyone who knows knows that someone is turning over the cabinets and cabinets. Those who don't know may think they are demolishing the house.

ten minutes later.

When Mrs. Zhou put the apples cut into small rabbits into the fruit plate, the tall young man kicked the door open from upstairs, and dragged his huge luggage downstairs.

Mrs. Day twisted a little rabbit: "Where?"

The people on the stairs were still carrying boxes, still full of anger: "Run away from home!"

The four words are decisive.

Mrs. Day: "Eat an apple before leaving."

Shirakawa threw the box, walked over to take the rabbit, opened his mouth and bit, biting off half of the rabbit's head.

...

at the same time.

Thousands of miles away, city g.

Chuli was stunned by Lao Miao’s schadenfreude and Yu Yao’s sight of death, and reported to Teacher Xia that Zhou Chuan refused to cooperate about the Huazhi Award. What I didn’t expect was that Teacher Xia didn’t seem to be surprised by this result at all. Just fell silent, then put on a sentence "I'm going to talk to the old man", then turned and left.

Chuli's phrase "Are you sure there will be no counter-effects after the talk" did not even have time to say it.

Dragging a body that can be regarded as physically and mentally exhausted to go home at night, cooking for Ergou every day, cooking for himself, and then calling Shirakawa to find that his mobile phone is turned off, and vomiting a wave of bitterness to Mr. L. He is also like a corpse. There seems to be no response-

He kept clamoring to have an online dating with her. This ghost would disappear if he didn't agree with him. Online dating would not be his turn!

Throwing the phone, Chuli curled up on the sofa and slept dazedly for a while. After waking up in sweat, she found Er Gouzi cuddling next to her and squeezing the sofa with her-such a big sled dog, with a thick fur and a warm body. Like a stove, when Chuli woke up, the big dog's paw was pressed on her chin and she was sleeping soundly; instead, Chuli was sweaty, as if she had just been fished out of the water...

It's going to be rotten, take a bath.

Chuli wiped off his sweat, got up and walked to the bathroom. When he took off his coat and pants and boiled water, he heard the ominous sound of "buzzing" from the water pipe, but no water came out of the shower head... I thought it would not stop. It's water, Chuli bent over to look curiously, and made a move that she regretted later: she habitually reached out and patted the water pipe.

——The sequelae of the behavior of "the TV is broken and just take a shot" when I was young.

As a result, something happened in the filming like this. Hearing a loud "pop", the moment Chuli on the cold Shui's face was stunned.

The next second she screamed "Ah" and jumped back, and when she fixed her eyes, she realized that the good bathroom had become a water curtain cave, and now she really became the monkey in the water curtain cave. : If Monkey King wears a bra with **** and a banana pattern.

The two dogs were barking outside and were so excited about what they were calling. Chu Li hurriedly grabbed his mobile phone and made a business call, telling the business that the water pipe was broken, and the other party’s tone was particularly calm: Hello, the warranty has been expedited for you, and it will be repaired tomorrow morning. The master came to repair it.

"Tomorrow?! The word urgency is not that used! Do you have any misunderstandings about urgency... until tomorrow my house is soaked in water, and there is water bills, how much water do I need to spray one night? ?Hey?!"

Chuli was embarrassed like a chicken. The rushing water dripped into her eyes along her hair. She stretched out the hair that was blocking her eyes, straightened up and covered the broken part of the water pipe with one hand while trying to find a piece of tape. First wrap up the water pipe——

At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out from behind her, snatched the phone in her hand, and threw it on the dry bath towel shelf; another warm breath swept across her neck and stood behind her The tall man bent over and lifted his hand to close the sluice...

The water spraying everywhere stopped immediately.

Chuli blinked, turned around dumbfounded, raised his head to look at a pair of calm brown pupils, a drop of water dripped down his handsome and indifferent face.

First gift: "..."

Shirakawa: "Are you mentally retarded? I don't know if the water pipe bursts. I don't know if I close the sluice gate and hold it with my hand. Do you want to explode the metal pipe?"

Chu Li: "…………"

There was a long silence in the bathroom, and the sound of the man’s breathing almost became the only sound... Chu Li opened his mouth and was shocked when he faced the man who appeared suddenly, until he lowered his eyes and didn’t know where he swept. Circle, and then said in a calm tone: "Go get dressed first, what is it like."

In the next second, Chu Li crawled around and disappeared in front of the man.

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