Moonlight Variations

Chuli was immersed in the sorrow at the misfortune of the young boy Shirakawa and the gloat of the old Miao slapped Ma Jianzi. At this time, her mobile phone suddenly vibrated, and Chuli picked it up and looked at it. , I found out that Teacher Xia was chatting with her privately on WeChat—

Because of the limited technology and speed, the teacher has always spoken concisely and concisely on WeChat... This time the WeChat sent to Chuli is no exception. There are only three words on it: Get him done.

First gift: "..."

Get him?

who?

Who is it?

Chuli believes that although Teacher Xia did not say who "he" is on WeChat, from the current situation, it seems that the so-called "him" can only be Shiuchuan-Teacher Xia wants Chuli to persuade him. Take "The Book of Luohe" to participate in the selection of "Huazhi Award"...

—Otherwise, what else can be done? Walk with him into the sacred marriage hall?

Chuli put away his mobile phone, organized the language, and thought about asking the man next to him who was serious and seriously watching the aunts dancing: "Teacher, since your teenage writing experience is so nervous, you are tearing up the real After the first female work, you can write "Eastern Wen Wen Lu" in less than a year. Does that show that you still have a spirit of reluctance in your bones?"

"Whatever you say." Shirakawa's corpse looked calm, "I think that kind of **** stuff is just talking about it."

Chuli pretended not to hear his stagnant speech, and continued: "Why didn't you resist? It was also a perfect score for the college entrance examination composition. Later, after he finally became famous with his novel, why did he still prove that he could do it? If you don’t resist, you should stand in front of those who have questioned you with your score sheet and news paper, and say loudly to them: Look! I did it!"

Chuli said, she felt a brief silence around her.

This time, the rhythm is different from the previous "dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water".

He was really silent.

Chuli turned his head a little strangely: "But whether it was the final ignorance of the Chinese teacher back then, tore up his own debut. So is the female work, the Writers Association meeting, and the selection of the Huazhi Award... Obviously, you have done a good job. Why have you been avoiding these?"

At this time, the surrounding environment is actually a bit noisy.

Chuli's voice sounded loudly.

It seems a bit funny to talk about this kind of seemingly in-depth life topic in the square dance music... However, at the moment, no one of the two in the conversation seems to think anything is wrong—

They were completely immersed in the topics being discussed at this moment. Chuli looked at Shirkawa, with only confusion in his heart;

And Shirakawa stared at a certain corner not far away. The child seriously ate the popsicles and stared at the grandma not far away dancing the square dance: His eyes reflected the dancing figure in the middle of the square, and his eyes were full of curiosity and A leap of new things is like—

This is completely different from the broadcast gymnastics he did at school.

He wanted to stand up and walk into the crowd to try for himself, what was the difference.

"..."

About a few seconds later, the man's expressionless face was shaken.

"...It may be that I have lost the interest in competing with them," the man stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his body. Their world found out that what they were saying was actually right, so they were shaken by what they had always insisted on...perhaps."

"But that flower award..."

"Do you know what I wanted to express when I told you so many stories?"

"…what?"

"There is no such thing as'but'," Hiukawa said lightly, "This is the reason why I have not been responsible for personal editors. At the moment, my writing path is stable and smooth—just like I didn't need a teacher to press. I write an argumentative essay with my head; I don’t need my father to tell me what kind of writing is worthy to be printed in a book... Now, I also don’t need an editor to point me out too much."

Zhou Chuan: "Do you know that Yu Yao and Suo Heng actually had a good relationship in the early years? It's not that Yu Yao now doesn't take the author because she is in the high position of editor-in-chief, but she doesn't want to take it anymore."

"Huh?" Chuli blinked. She had already captured some information in the conversation between Lao Miao and Yu Yao, but...

Yu Yao and Suo Heng? Have a story?

"In this era, for most authors, the meaning of editing has changed—in many cases, editors are no longer needed, and they have gradually evolved into proofreaders, marketers..."

As he said, Shirakawa turned and looked at the little girl who was still sitting there: his eyes were firm and indifferent.

It was like saying that he really didn't need a responsible editor.

It's like saying, don't worry about so much, just take responsibility for the my book you are holding, sit down and proofread it, give it a beautiful cover, and then sell it.

It's like saying that after that, we can part ways. If it goes well, I will also politely say: I look forward to the next cooperation.

"..."

Chu Li was stunned.

At that moment, it seemed, as if all the noisy people and things all around were taken away, and only her and the man in front of her were left in the world—and in such a completely isolated environment, she accidentally touched the one in front of her for the first time. The very, very inner root soul of this person...

—However, when the fingertips touched carefully, Chuli had to withdraw his hands as if by the biting cold...

Even with the whole heart, he sank to the bottom.

Chuli was also at a loss. She lowered her head. At this time, she could only subconsciously avoid the man's too calm brown pupils-while the other side was waiting patiently while standing in place, she just stood up because of the conditional reflex. .

Hikawa: "Please eat popsicles?"

Chuli said "Ah", and some did not react.

Take a step forward and hurriedly follow the man's footsteps. The two stopped in front of a small vendor’s refrigerator about 20 meters away. Hikawa took a very simple popsicle, but gave Chuli a strawberry cone—tear off the packaging bag, took a bite of the ice cream, The soft, sweet ice cream slid down the throat and into the stomach, whizzing coldly.

On such a hot summer night...

Chuli wanted to find someone to borrow a quilt to approve a batch.

That night, I was infected by the desperate atmosphere at the scene, and Chuli's WeChat reply to Teacher Xia after returning home was also very desperate—

[The navy invited by the monkey: Teacher, I can't figure it out. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: It took his father 27 years to pry open the seam of this clam shell, how can I? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Teacher Shirakawa is very firm, resisting this from the inside out. 】

Five minutes later, Teacher Xia replied.

[Ms. Xia: The hero is sad for the beauty off. 】

Ten minutes later, when the eyeballs of the ceremony were about to fall out of their eye sockets, another added—

[Teacher Xia: Although you are not a "beauty", you have to try. 】

First gift: "..."

This night, Chuli fell into a struggle to sleep.

To be honest, Shirakawa’s judgment is not wrong-Chuli Yu him, is a tenant in charge of walking the dog for cooking; is the editor in charge of "The Book of Luohe"; is the editor of a magazine where he will regularly provide some short articles …

However, that's all.

[In this era, for most authors, the meaning of editing has changed. 】

[In many cases, editing is no longer needed...]

First gift: "..."

He doesn't need a real editor in charge of Hiukawa himself.

He doesn't need to be an editor.

He doesn't need her.

He didn't need her! ! !

Realizing this, the person lying on the bed lifted the quilt from the bed and jumped up, and the bed was rolled and the pillow was stomped-until the man in the study downstairs heard vaguely as if he wanted to come up and beat someone: "Upstairs , Don't sleep and demolish the house most of the night?"

"..."

The little girl who was holding a crocodile-shaped pillow and biting stopped her action, stared at a pair of flushed eyes and fell back on the messy bed. She froze, and she kicked the quilt on the ground as if she was out of breath. He turned over and made the mattress "crunch" with an overwhelming sound.

It was already three o'clock when he was summoned by the Sleeping God with yawning and resentment.

The next day I almost failed to get up to work, with dark circles, taking a bath with heavy steps like zombies, changing clothes, feeding the dog, feeding Shirakawa... When he went out, Chuli secretly looked at sitting with his eyes while wearing shoes. Man eating breakfast at the table—

This guy finally stopped shutting himself in the room;

After she woke up this morning, she found in her q the word document needed for the frontispiece project sent by this guy;

When she opened the door, he and Er Gouzi both squatted on the stairs of the attic, looking up at her, and asked her what she had eaten this morning—

Everything was fine.

But Chuli just couldn't be happy...

"What do you do when you look at me with this kind of wandering eyes?" Finally unable to bear the scorching temperature of her erratic eyes, the man put down the cup of milk and asked.

"..." Chuli said, "This is the look in the eyes of love."

Hirukawa: "When I'm blind."

The man laughed, and Chuli glared at him, muttering things like "Heart is black", "It broke the girl's heart", "Wang Ba" and so on. He caught the Bao who was placed in the hallway and turned away in resentment.

…

Chuli slammed the door loudly. What she didn't know was that when she turned and left, the man sitting at the dining table also temporarily reduced his smile and fell silent...

No one knows what men are thinking.

Only he knows—

Last night, for a moment, maybe he was taken aback by the current atmosphere; maybe he was led away by the opponent’s pure eyes; maybe it was temporarily bewildered under the light... He almost thought that he really had encountered boiling water. Was forced to pry open and close the last line of defense for many years—

But it's okay.

Fortunately, he stopped the car in time.

It's good right now.

It will not be possible to change or something for the time being.

"..."

Thinking of this, it was like making a determination to return everything to the original point. After a sigh of relief, the man raised his eyebrows and stuffed the last bit of toast into his mouth—

Ah, that banana man, she is still tender as an editor, but her cooking skills are really good.

…

"Moonlight" magazine October issue.

Because Chuli copied the link of the "special hemp rope for hanging up" three times before the final deadline, the three Fujian Yibo finally delivered the manuscript smoothly before the next printing-therefore, the old Miao harvested early The manuscripts of the other three authors are ready, and the conspiracy, which is always ready to replace them, has not succeeded...

The matter was solved perfectly.

After the October issue went on sale nationwide, the "Moonlight" magazine submission box ushered in a small wave of submissions. At the beginning of the ceremony, I was too busy to touch the ground. By the day of the deadline for submission, I was almost peeled off—

In seven days, a total of 135 submissions were collected.

Among them, sixty-five follow-ups are written to Hirukawa;

Write forty-seven follow-up articles to Jiang Yucheng;

Write the twenty-three follow-up articles to the ghost baby.

In terms of monthly sales of "Moonlight", this number is not too much or too little... Although busy and busy, but calm down and think about it, Chu Li still feels that the number of submissions is slightly different from what I imagined. : It seems that a little bit is missing.

Chuli reported this result to the three authors separately, and the reactions of the three authors were also different—

*Hikawa

[Hirukawa: So little? As I said earlier, the number of submissions is estimated to be more than zero under the repost on Weibo. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: You and the editorial department only know the result. If you don't announce it to the public, don't be so burdened by the idol. 】

[Hikawa: Is that so? 】

[Jiukawa: I don't have the burden of idols, don't talk nonsense. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I believe it. 】

[Hikawa: Article 30, Article 5 of the Tenant Rules...]

[The navy invited by the monkey: It's working time now, and we have a pure editor-author relationship. 】

[Zhou Chuan: If you have the ability, don't come back tonight. Crowded with beggars under the bridge. 】

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

[Hirukawa: Is it wrong? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Wrong. 】

[Zhouchuan: Be good, kneel down. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Hi! 】

*Jiang Yucheng

[Jiang Yucheng: Okay, I got it:)]

[The navy invited by the monkey: (＾＿＾)]

*A ghost

[The ghost behind you: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh thanks 】

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

[The ghost behind you: It's not wasted that I repost it on Weibo every day for submission! Sure enough, someone cares about me! I have fans! I am only half the difference between Jiang Yucheng! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey:...It's good that people are so easy to be contented. The happiness index should be very high, right? 】

[The ghost behind you: Who are you mocking? ! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: You. 】

[The ghost behind you: ...you and Hiukawa certainly didn't talk like that. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: nonsense, it's Shirakawa. 】

[The ghost behind you:...]

above.

In fact, the readers did not respond so positively, Yuanyue News Agency-at least the "Reader-Author Interaction Month" of the "Moonlight" magazine has kicked off... The various forward comments on the official Weibo have been discussing this for a while. In one event, those who had submitted and those who hadn’t submitted bubbled up—

Some people say that if they are selected, then my family and I are just the close distance between the blank paragraphs and the branches~ ah~ I'm so shy when I think about it, I love my family the most!

Some say that the one upstairs is also a little cute. When you post a big Weibo, you can grab a sofa and the first like or hot spot. You can also be very close to Dawei?

Some said that Big Weibo has replied to me, and they are already very satisfied-I usually write book reviews and everything, so I won't participate in this review!

Chuli looked at these comments every day, and found it quite interesting. The initial confusion was also satisfactorily explained: Why are there fewer submissions?

Well in the Internet age.

There are Weibo, q, WeChat, and various online platforms, and even submissions only need to send an email—

The distance between the reader and the author has invisibly narrowed a lot.

Unlike in the past, the interaction between readers and authors is only a "questionnaire" that the author may not be able to see... Some readers have loved a certain author for most of their lives, and there is no chance when the author stops writing. Say something to the author: I like you so much.

—Because the author is mysterious enough, readers' enthusiasm for the "author" was actually higher at that time.

While the online platform brings various benefits, it also tends to reduce readers’ curiosity about “author” creatures to a minimum—just like a pet that is kept on a mobile phone and produces food, and occasionally scans it. By brushing Weibo, you can know from the Weibo that the author posted, whether he is eating, playing games, or just waking up, or staying up late to catch up on the article...

Occasionally, there are even malicious skinning against the author's private life.

—Because the author is too close, the reader's enthusiasm for the "author" at this time is not as good as imagined.

Of course, Teacher Xia doesn't know much about this.

Therefore, at the regular meeting of the second week, the editorial departments of each magazine were basically punishable. Teacher Xia believes that each magazine has a facade author who is responsible for the flow, especially the "Moonlight" magazine, with Hikawa and Jiang Yucheng. Two "popular authors who are very popular with young people at the moment" turned out that the number of authors' personal contributions did not exceed three digits. This was caused by the inadequate propaganda efforts of the editorial department.

In this regard, Chuli and the others can't argue with each other, and they are speechless—

What should I say?

Readers are willing to pay for the author to buy books, but they are not new to the "reader-author interaction" this kind of thing. Is it normal?

…Of course, I dare not say this directly to Teacher Xia.

The scolded humiliated face returned to the editorial department, and everyone could only secretly forward the Weibo propaganda every day, really begging for contributions to the three authors Suo Heng, Nian Nian, and Hippo who are going to be in November.

This kind of hard time to the readers, and the anger of the editor-in-chief, I accidentally counted thirty days after breaking my fingers.

…

In the blink of an eye, it was the day when the November issue was sold nationwide.

At this time, early autumn had just arrived, and the weather turned cooler.

That day, because of the tragic lesson of the last time that Chuli sorted out and submitted articles to Hirukawa, they had a mental breakdown and almost worked overtime until they missed the subway. So he woke up an hour early to go to work to meet the new battle: so it didn't dawn and was lying in bed. Everyone who was cultivating an immortal and a dog were driven up by the quilt and had breakfast.

"What kind of breakfast do you have before dawn!"

"Wow!"

The man was dissatisfied with the quilt. When Chuli walked over to open the curtains, Ergou squinted his eyes and got his head under the man's arm... The man touched the dog's head: "You don't knock on the door when you enter my room."

"How many times have I knocked, can you hear it? You wake up when the quilt is opened. What's the use of knocking on the door!" Chuli stretched out his hand to pull on the quilt, "Get up, eat breakfast and then go to bed, how can I skip breakfast every day? The body can't stand it! You have to live a few more years to write for me!"

The man patted Chu Li's paws on the quilt, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What did you do so early?"

First gift: "Today is the open day for the second edition of Reader-Author Interaction Paper Project Contributions. I have to sort out the manuscript soon!"

Zhou Chuan: "Huh."

Chu Li: "Huh what!"

Hikawa: "I only have sixty-five people to contribute, Suo Heng at most two or three people, you go so early..."

Before the words were finished, the little girl's head was beaten by the pillow that the little girl got up. The man raised his head angrily and saw the dwarf standing next to the bed threw the pillow and stared at him without fear: "What nonsense, gentleman manner Woolen cloth?!"

Hiukawa rolled his eyes, grabbed the pillow and put a cover on his face, holding Ergouzi and fell back on the bed.

Ten minutes later, Chu Li banged out.

An hour later, I came to the office an hour earlier, took a deep breath and opened the submission mailbox. Chuli slightly narrowed his eyes and started to sort out the submissions, and then found that the number of submissions was: no.

Chu Li: "…………"

It may be that the student hasn't gotten up yet.

Chuli comforted herself, then turned to work on other things and planned to take a look later.

At nine o'clock, work and class time, the number of articles submitted is: none.

At ten o'clock, work and class time, the number of articles submitted is: no.

At eleven o'clock, the best time to catch fish at work and class, the number of articles submitted is: 1, submitted to every year.

Lao Miao stretched his head out from the next compartment: "Have you sorted out today's submissions? How many articles are there?"

Chu Li: "...I haven't watched it yet."

Lao Miao: "Oh."

The head in the next compartment "swooshes" back.

that's all.

On this day, Chuli was able to go to get off work on time, because by the time she got off work, the three authors' submission status was Year 2, Hippo 1, Suo Heng 0...

After checking the mailbox countless times, and even using his own mailbox to send a few emails to confirm that it is not broken, Chuli can only come to a desperate conclusion: Jiuchuan and Mr. L should come from the same school and come from the same origin. Crow's mouth.

The author has something to say: Here comes, I'll go to eat first, and come back later to correct the typo

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