Moonlight Variations

Before leaving get off work, Chuli was stopped by Yu Yao-at that time, I felt a little awkward, for fear that she would ask about the contribution of the second issue of "Reader-Author Interaction Month"...The bad scene, it was embarrassing to think about it.

Chu Li responded and craned his neck to take a look. Fortunately, Lao Miao had already taken his fendi bag and walked away on a catwalk... Chu Li returned to the editorial office like a thief, like a thief. By the way, he closed the door, with a look of death, and sat down in front of Yu Yao.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Why look nervous," Yu Yao said with a smile, "I just came to ask Zhou Chuan if he is still unwilling to send "The Book of Luohe" to the Huazhi Award? Two months have passed, and the registration and selection deadline will soon be over. The date is..."

"..."

It turned out to be for this.

At this time, Chuli didn't know if she should breathe a sigh of relief. She shook her head and said: "Teacher Jiuchuan is very resistant and very determined not to participate in this selection...I have tried to persuade him, and Mrs. Xia is still thunderous. Saying that the hero is sad for the beauty pass without paying for his life, although I am not a beauty, let me cheer—"

The beginning of the ceremony has not fallen yet Yao has already started to laugh: "Teacher Xia is like this, this year’s Dragon Boat Festival, I told him that the teacher’s Dragon Boat Festival is happy, do you know what he returned to me? The Dragon Boat Festival is a dead person, so you can’t say "Dragon Boat Festival" Happy New Year’s Day", it should be said that "the Dragon Boat Festival is well-being"...

First gift: "..."

Yu Yao wiped the tears from his laughter: "The happy Zongzi Festival that I have said for more than 30 years has been overturned in this way..."

What else can Chuli say? I can only smile awkwardly: "The teacher is indeed a rigorous and objective person."

The chat atmosphere was good, and Yu Yao did not say anything like forcing Chu Li to deal with Zhou Chuan’s destructive atmosphere... After the two chatted about Teacher Xia’s gossip, Yu Yao stood up, carried his bag and Chu Li. Go out together.

Chuli walked in front, thinking that she had escaped a disaster...but what should have come will always come. When she relaxed a little and did not exceed ten seconds, she was stepping over the threshold and preparing to seize the door, but Unfortunately, I heard Yu Yao's voice sounded inadvertently behind him——

"By the way, how about today's November issue headline project solicitation? In a week's solicitation time, Hikawa and the others only have a few dozens, so Suo Heng and others shouldn't be too many, right?"

"..."

Something happened to Yu Yao’s question suddenly. When Li was trying to organize language to see how to express the embarrassing situation euphemistically, Yu Yao stepped up, walked side by side with Chuli, and asked: “The number of submissions to Suo Heng , How much is it?"

The voice sounds casual.

Although Chuli is not actually.

"..."

However, the honest answer she can give is "zero".

Chuli stretched her head over the corridor railing and glanced downstairs. The atmosphere was so embarrassing that people didn't know how to speak. She felt that jumping down now seemed to be the only best choice.

"It's really not a lot, and the quality is not good. Judging from the few articles submitted so far, it should not be possible to publish in the magazine in terms of writing and storytelling..." Chuli said implicitly, "Today is week. Fifth, I think I can wait and see after the weekend."

Yu Yao glanced at Chuli and nodded thoughtfully——

She did not ask Chu Li again, how many contributions had been made to Suo Heng; just like Chu Li did not ask Yu Yao, what is the relationship between her and Suo Heng? Miao would definitely question Yu Yao with a tone of "So Suo Heng, are you really doing this?"

Fortunately, at this moment, Chuli felt that her mobile phone was vibrating, and the screen of the mobile phone was lit up, indicating that she has a new q message pushed in... Chuli quickly put on a "I have something" face and lowered her head. Look at the phone——

[Hikawa: When will you come back? 】

[Jiuchuan: What do you eat at night? 】

[Hikawa: I'm hungry. 】

[Zhouchuan: Come back soon, I'm going to starve to death. 】

[Zhou Chuan: Don't add to your broken shift, and you won't pay overtime. I'm so hungry that I want to open a two-dog canned food to eat a bite, isn't it more serious? 】

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

[Jiukawa: If I say so many, then you can answer me six small points? What about basic social etiquette? 】

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

[The navy invited by the monkey: Here you are, a little bit bigger, take it. 】

【Hikawa: ...】

Yu Yao heard the sneer of the people around him, and when he twisted his head, he saw the corners of her lips and the corners of her eyes raised. Chu Li always had the combat mode open when she was in the editorial department, and she smiled like a real girl. It's really rare...Yu Yao couldn't help but smile: "Who is talking to, so happy?"

Chu Li was stunned when he heard the words, and the phone subconsciously shifted to his side, putting away the phone as if nothing had happened: "It's okay, a boring person."

At this time, the two arrived at the gate of Yuanyueshe's park, and said goodbye peacefully, wishing each other a happy weekend.

...

after an hour.

When Chuli came home, Chuli was washing rice and preparing to cook. The man who was sitting in the study and didn't know what he was doing also ran out, leaning against the kitchen door frame and watching her washing rice. After watching it for a long time, it was between the teeth. A sentence came out: "You didn't work overtime tonight."

Chu Li poured out the first wave of rice water, without raising his head and said "Um".

Hikawa opened his mouth silently: "Aren't there many people who contribute?"

Chuli raised his head this time and looked blankly at the man leaning on the door who didn’t know what he was doing: “You’re bored or not, knowing that the popularity of the three authors can’t be compared to you, you What do you call them..."

"Ah," Chuli said, his entire face was frozen, "you won't be thinking about this all day--"

"Who are you wronging? I wrote a day's draft at home today." The smile on Shiu Chuan's face disappeared immediately, and he kicked the trash can. "There are more than 10,000 words. You will come to the study later. I didn't lie. If you’re human, just print out these more than 10,000 characters and eat them in front of me as an apology.

The trash can was kicked and shaken, and Chu Li pulled out the kitchen knife.

Zhou Chuan bent down to hold the trash can, and stared at Chu Li warily.

Chuli began to cut vegetables with a "click".

Hiukawa straightened his waist and walked to stand firmly behind Churei——the shadow cast by the man’s tall figure envelops the person standing in front of the cutting board. According to the shojo comics, the actor should hug the waist of the heroine from behind. , And then bend down slightly and put her chin on her shoulder to act like a spoiled one...

However, the reality is that the actor raised his hand and poke the shoulder of the heroine of Tangericai disgustingly with one finger, "So, how many contributions are there anyway?"

With a sound of cutting vegetables, Chu Li raised his kitchen knife and turned around. As soon as Hikawa’s complexion changed, Chu Li put down his kitchen knife and said lightly: “This is except for the author himself. I can't tell anyone."

Hiukawa: "Am I also a'other person'?"

Chu Li: "And it's still a ‘other’ who is ‘unpredictable’."

Hiukawa: "Aren't you my editor? Why are you not looking at me?"

"It's just the editor responsible for your book "The Book of Luohe"," Chuli corrected. "Who was it last night that kept saying,'I don't need to be responsible for editing? Are you responsible for editing?"

Probably because it was really shameless, the expression on Hiukawa's face didn't look awkward at all-he walked over to take the kitchen knife from Churi's hand, threw it on the cutting board, and at the same time leaned over and supported one hand on the cooking table. , Trapped the little girl who was more than half of her head short between her chest and the cooking table...

When the distance between the two of them was very close, he did not stop leaning over. When Li was leaning back so that he could no longer avoid it, he finally stopped. At this time, there was only about one stick between the tips of the two noses. The distance of the finger cross section——

Soon Chuli could smell the faint menthol tobacco in his breath.

"I said I don't need to be an editor, you don't know to fight for me?" The man's pupils were dark and his voice was low and magnetic. Marriage hall?"

"..."

"I write well, I have money, I live in a big house, and I should look like the type you little girls like," the man raised his chin, "You live with me every day, can you not be tempted?"

"..."

Teacher, I have seen you staring at the chicken coop to get up in the morning, pouting your **** and burying your face in Ergouzi’s belly in the morning;

Teacher, I have seen you yawning and putting your hand in your pajamas and scratching your butt;

Teacher, I used to swear in order to grab the toilet with you before going to work during the day, one standing in the toilet and the other outside the toilet;

Teacher, I also think that you are rich and handsome and write well, but if just counting casually is enough to be thrilling, the above three points can help me "inspiring", then you should worry about your "Luohe Book of God" In the end, it fell into the hands of a person with a pit of brain and did...

Chuli blinked and lowered her voice: "I also want to fight for your responsibility, or "The Book of Luohe" to submit for the "Sweet Branch Award"? As long as you say "OK", from then on I will fight for the old. Life, but also strive to be your personal editor..."

"..."

"..."

There was too much intrusion by the man in front of him. Suddenly the aura from the offense was taken away, Hiukawa straightened up abruptly, without ambiguity, his expression firm: "I don't."

Chu Li turned around firmly, and grabbed the kitchen knife thrown in by Hiukawa from the sink again. His heartbeat was as steady as Mount Tai, and he continued to cut vegetables: "The negotiation broke down, you go."

"It's so difficult to ask you how to gossip—our [Thirty Rules for Tenants] has thirty-first: the tenant must listen to what the landlord says; the tenant must answer the gossip that the landlord asks!"

"Go add it, let me take care of you," Chu Li stood on tiptoe and opened the cupboard above his head to remove the soup pot inside, but her fingers were stretched and she couldn't reach it... What did she think of now? He suddenly retracted his hands and turned his head, looking at the man standing behind him with his hands in his pockets and didn't want to come over to help, he was suddenly out of breath and stomped his feet, "Come and help me take it! What are you still looking at? !"

Zhou Chuan was stunned.

Ten seconds later, he reluctantly walked over: "You are short and so arrogant. Did I make you short? What are you yelling at me..."

"My mother is one meter and sixty-five meters tall. What's so short? You are too tall! This cabinet is too high! How can there be a cabinet that is so tall? Is there something wrong with it?"

Hiukawa walked over and pressed Chuli's head with his big hand and pressed her to shut her mouth. At the same time, he stretched out his long arms and took the soup pot that Chuli could not reach and put it into her arms as a gesture of fortress: "Master who installs the cabinet. I don’t know that in a few years there will be a yelling dwarf living in this house...Hey, take it, hey wait—"

The man raised the pot to a height that Chu Li could not reach again: "You tell me, can you count Suo Heng's submissions with one hand?"

First gift: "..."

Chu Li: "………………"

The lid on the soup pot that was lifted high slid down and hit the man’s head. The man subconsciously threw the pot and rubbed his head with a “hey” sound. Chu Li steadily caught the soup pot and the glass lid that was about to fall on the ground, and was at the same time He stomped on his foot quickly and fiercely, and said fiercely: "Go out, don't make trouble here, or you won't be able to eat until the dog walks at 9:2!"

"... You see you are fierce again, so I care about my colleagues. What's wrong? I look so dark."

"If you care so much, you are so gloomy. You are quite self-aware-what's wrong with Suo Heng's low number of submissions? If there is too little, can you write a follow-up to her?!"

"You asked Hikawa to give Suo Heng a handwritten follow-up! If you are daring enough, you can put these words on the Internet and see if you will be sent to the address by human beings to send bombs!"

"I live in Hikawa University's house and I am afraid of bombs, and how long has it been since you updated it?! There really is a bomb sent, it really doesn't mean that the recipient is you or me?!"

In the kitchen, when the author teacher and his editor were arguing over the topic of no nutrition, Ergou, who had been accustomed to everything, walked in with his empty rice bowl in his mouth, stood up, holding the cooking table with his two claws. Throw the rice bowl into its dedicated sink, then jump down, turn around and leave without looking back——

The empty rice bowl smashed into the sink and made a loud noise, as if it was a vocal accusation of domestic violence that could erupt anytime, anywhere.

Chuli pointed to Ergou's back and did not speak; Shirakawa glared at her, and the moment he saw Ergou's empty dog ​​basin, he realized that he hadn't eaten anything except in the morning and was hungry today. The front chest was attached to the back, so he stopped talking nonsense, turned and left the kitchen...

The man kicked his slippers to the sofa, lay up, and raised his legs and took out his phone——

So a few seconds later.

In the kitchen, Chuli, who finally finished cutting vegetables and preparing to start cooking, suddenly felt the phone on her chest vibrate. She held the spatula in one hand and took out the phone in the other, and glanced at——

[Mr. L who disappeared: Daughter-in-law, how is your work recently? Busy? I read the November issue of your "Moonlight" magazine, that "reader-author interaction" is so interesting! 】

[The disappeared Mr. L: I heard that today is the first open day for submissions. Would you say that if I can submit a paper, can I be selected? There won't be many people competing, right? 】

[Mr. L who disappeared: Quickly reveal the internal information to my husband. Anyway, I am not in the circle. Where should I go? 】

Chu Li: "……………………"

What kind of evil is there today, one or two of them are looking for her to gossip about this?

[The navy invited by the monkey: Which author do you want to vote for? 】

[Mr. L disappeared: Suo Heng, I liked her when she used to be very popular! Hehehe! 】

[The disappeared l-jun: Of course I just appreciate her talent. 】

[The disappeared l: If you like that, I only like you (＾＿＾)]

[The navy invited by the monkey:...Why do you talk so much today? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Are you off work? 】

At the moment of sending, Chu Li didn't know it was on the sofa in the living room next to a wall. A man holding a mobile phone turned over because of this: Why is there so much talk? Of course it is because of a guilty conscience.

The man crackled and typed at a speed of 3,000 per hour, and at the same time, in the kitchen next to a wall, the words on the phone in the hands of the little girl who was busy cooking were also pouring out—

[Mr. L who disappeared: Hmm. After get off work, drive back on the way. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: How can I free my hand to type when I drive the car? 】

The man on the sofa holding the cellphone in one hand paused, raised his head slightly and glanced at the kitchen. Seeing that there was no movement inside, I couldn't say whether it was intentional to ask loudly: "Isn't it cooking? Why is there no movement!"

"Wait for the pot to get hot--you need to care! Lying down and waiting for eating and still talking nonsense!" A response came from the kitchen immediately.

The man curled his lips and slammed his head back on the pillow of the sofa——

[Mr. L disappeared: Red light! 】

[Mr. L disappeared: You are the biggest (＾＿＾)]

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

[The navy invited by the monkey: If you want to submit a manuscript to Suo Heng, please hurry up. I can’t say the specific number of manuscripts. Anyway, I am still in a hurry. It is not a matter of quantity or even quality... Hey, I want to wait a weekend. Take a look, otherwise you might really have to find someone to help write it. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Anyway, you have to use your pen power, as long as you submit a paper, you will definitely be able to get it. 】

Hikawa: "..."

This banana man, why is his mouth so strict?

l You can't handle her.

[The navy invited by the monkey: Let's not talk about it, I'm going to cook for that wasteful mess with my legs in my living room. 】

[The disappeared Mr. L: Are you living with someone? Shared rent? Male female? 】

There was no response after the news was sent for a long time. The man sat up on the sofa and thought about putting on slippers and heading to the kitchen. He happened to see that Chu Li was busy bending over to adjust the heat, and her mobile phone was placed by the sink.

Hikawa: "Are you playing on your phone just now, silently?"

Chu Li: "Yes, so what, your kindergarten head teacher will take care of it all."

Hikawa: "I'm starving to death. You're still playing with your mobile phone here."

Chu Li: "Isn't this alive and kicking and accusing me, where is he like a dying person?"

Jiuchuan walked into the kitchen, took the wok that Chuli handed over, and threw it into the sink with boiling water and brushed it perfunctorily. He seemed to ask casually, "Talk to your boyfriend?"

Chuli raised his eyes, took his gaze away from the induction cooker, and looked at Shirakawa calmly-she didn't have time to say anything. At this time, the man standing not far away was already laughing like an old fairy: "You Looking at you, you are still shy. It seems that your boyfriend is very good at talking about love?"

Chu Li: "???"

Zhou Chuan: "Very good at flirting, love saint."

First gift: "..."

...

After that day, Chuli spent a weekend that I didn't know how to describe.

Aside from the frustration caused by a fool at home who is staring at her like a spy and waiting to steal gossip information, every two hours, she looks like a candidate waiting to check the scores of the college entrance examination. Or waiting for a betting dog to open a welfare lottery, carefully open the submission mailbox——

As a result, every time I came with fear and hope, and every time I returned with disappointment.

The submission situation over the weekend is still not optimistic.

Nian Nian and Hippo are clever. They wrote the beginning of Xiao Meng's article. Nian Nian wrote about the death of the male lead's dog, and the dog turned into a human form to return to repay his gratitude; Hippo wrote about the poor gods descending from the earth—two articles , All belong to the stalk that readers of any age group are better to follow, so the number of submissions as of the weekend night, reached the number of five submissions and three submissions respectively...

Let's not mention the quality for now.

After all, there are more headaches besides this.

That's the beginning of Suo Heng-I don't know what Lao Miao thought, so she wrote a science fiction beginning with a very large structure, such as federations and empires, the beginning of war, the fall of stars, etc...

It’s nice to write that there are hippos every year, but how can readers pick it up?

So by the end of the week, there was still not a single contributor.

Chuli was about to have a headache. It was halfway through the seven submission days, and the most promising weekend was in the middle. The number of submissions was still "zero", so on Sunday night, I checked again after eating. After a submission box, Chu Li finally couldn't sit still, and chatted with the veterans on WeChat within the editorial department of "Moonlight"——

[The navy invited by the monkey: Meow is over on the weekend, and the submission situation is very bad. Every year is 5, Hippo 3, Suo Heng 0, what should I do now? 】

[Axiang:...]

[Little Bird:...]

[Yu Yao:...]

[Yu Yao: So little? 】

[The navy invited by the monkeys: And the quality of their submissions is not good every year, can you see if the manuscript period is silently extended to before the next printing? It doesn’t need to be announced to the public. Hikawa and others have submitted submissions before deadline. We passed them directly... But this time we can not be so strict, and see if there are any submissions? 】

[Yu Yao: I think it can. 】

[Yu Yao: Meow, come out and see if this works, or I will contact a few strict-mouthed authors to help write the follow-up just in case. 】

Lao Miao didn't speak for a long time.

Until the dinner was officially over, Churi kicked the plate with Hirukawa urging him to wash the dishes with him. At this time, the phone she placed on the table suddenly vibrated——

Chuli and Hirukawa, who were about to guess who was going to decide who would wash the pot tonight, were taken aback. After looking at each other, both raised their heads and looked at Chuli's phone screen in unison, and then saw a sentence popping out from the center of the screen--

[Miao Miao: What else can I do? The author I brought is not popular. 】【Miao Miao: Or I will inform Suo Heng and the others, and simply cancel the follow-up in January. Anyway, they are not popular. Who blames them for not being popular? No one cares about the follow-up, ha ha. 】

[Meow Meow: This magazine has Hiukawa and Jiang Yucheng enough. 】

First gift: "..."

Hikawa: "..."

The man raised his hand and pointed to the pile of dishes in Chuli's hand that might be thrown to the ground at any time to vent his anger, and calmly reminded: "The dishes are stable and expensive. How **** are they, they are innocent."

The author has something to say: Shirakawa: Is my sultry technique good?

First gift:...

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