Moonlight Variations

He gave good medicine to her knees, and Chuli wrapped a pile of plastic wrap on her knees and limped to take a bath. Hiukawa watched her walk all the way to the bathroom door with the sympathetic gaze that saw her disabled Zhijian, and suddenly saw her stop. , Turned around and asked without beginning and end: "Teacher, have you grown up so old and never been in love?"

"Why is this time-consuming thing necessary?"

…Very iconic Hikawa-style answer, confident and inexplicable—it is true this time.

Chuli breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, although even she herself was somewhat inexplicable, after achieving her goal, she began to think about him: "In those student days..."

"Isn't studying the most important thing in the student days?" Hiukawa naturally asked, "Anyway, 95% of the college entrance exams have to break up. What's the use of falling in love besides wasting time?"

"If you feel like a waste of time, you still fantasize about a ballet goddess..."

"I looked at you, you can't walk well, you can fall while standing. I think of an extreme counterexample to the conditioned reflex." The man looked like "I'm smart", "Especially when I mentioned Augilia During the thirty-two consecutive revolutions, I saw you look at your legs with the eyes of pigs' hoofs."

"..." Chuli felt that she had been standing for a long time, so her injured knee hurts a little, so she shifted her focus to the other leg, "Love, this is an experience."

She has seen her, her classmate is lying on the desk secretly looking at the boy she likes;

She went to the toilet during class and pretended to pass by his position;

She is always the first to rush up when she sits in a row, holding the mood to see if she is sitting far away from the person she likes, and changing the distance between the routine changes in the next four weeks. All calculated clearly;

When the power was cut out for her self-study in the summer night, the surrounding chaos was in chaos, and she was facing his direction openly in the dark...

Many years later, perhaps Chuli’s tablemate almost forgot what the boy he had crushed on him was like, he forgot his voice, and even only remembered a vague name—but those years were full of youthful mood and throbbed, probably You won't forget it for a lifetime, right?

Holding a clean change of clothes, Chuli leaned against the bathroom door, but became a little serious: "And as ruthless as a teacher, if you want to write romance, you can only make the drama of whether the heroine has leukemia or a broken leg in a car accident. This is the difference."

"What do you want to say? So nagging, who have you had a crush on, experienced..."

"My whole young girl heart is dedicated to Teacher Jiang Yucheng."

Hikawa: "..."

Where is Jiang Yucheng, a liar? Who do you want to be angry with?

"Oh, Jiang Yucheng, what's the difference between that and being dominated by a pig in your youth." Hiukawa raised his eyebrows, "Also, not to mention whether my draft is funny or not. If you write a romance, you have to fall in love. Once? Then when I wrote about cultivation, why didn't you see you forcing me to meditate on the roof every day to absorb the brilliance of the sun and the moon..."

"..." Chu Li was righteous and speaking nonsense, "You don't understand, this is professional advice from the editor in charge."

Hiukawa nodded: "Would you like to send the Buddha to the west? By the way, tell me professionally, a creature who stays at home all day and does not go out of the door and does not step forward. There are only two dogs and you and me. Where can I find someone? Come to talk about an earth-shattering love?"

Chu Li moved his lips.

Hiukawa raised his legs and said, "With whom? With you?"

Chuli's arm holding the clothes tightened slightly.

Hiukawa curled his lips: "Look at you as the **** of autumn mountains. The old driver will take me and be your lover?"

The corners of Chuli's lips twitched: "The old man is not that kind of person, this kind of thing is not stunned..."

"How can it be impossible?"

"I, I, I," Chuli's face warmed slightly, "I have a boyfriend."

"Who."

"Mr. L."

"You asked me if I was Mr. L last time, and now you say that he is your boyfriend. Are you looking for a copycat Jiu Chuan to be your boyfriend?" Shiu Chuan ruthlessly exposed her, and said in a semi-serious tone, "God, Are you really fantasizing about me? If you say that, I have to lock the door to sleep at night..."

As soon as the man’s words fell, with the sound of a earth-shattering door slam, the person who was standing at the door of the bathroom was flushed and panicked and disappeared into his field of vision...

Sitting on the sofa, the man was silent for a moment, then sneered and fell back on the sofa lazily—

At this time, it was close to eight o'clock in the evening, and the takeaway he ordered was on the way. It happened that the person in the bathroom washed it out and delivered it at that time, not too soon or too late, just right.

…

After taking a shower, Chu Li went out to eat a couple of takeaways, and then went back to the room to sleep.

I slept very securely, without any worries, a rare lazy workday... After waking up, I made lunch for a landlord and a dog at home, and then Chuli washed and went out—the editorial department didn’t need to go this time. Go directly to the cooperating printing factory of "The Book of Luohe".

When Chuli walked halfway, the message came. The landlord who just got up took the time to open the q point and open her avatar frame and type on the keyboard, not to ask her where she was or whether she was full or not. Instead, it said: Today’s seaweed soup is a bit salty, did you put too much salt in it?

[The navy invited by the monkey: Maybe. 】

[Jiuchuan: Kelp is salty in the first place, but you still put so much salt in it. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Then you add some water and cook it yourself. 】

[Jiuchuan: No, if I am willing to do it myself, I waste time typing with you here? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: So what do you want? 】

[Zhou Chuan: Hungry, and then see how you confessed when you came back from work all afternoon with a guilty mood. 】

First gift: "..."

I don't know when it started.

The two people talked too much about what they said, and when they said something, they sent each other "." The relationship between the icy evil editor and the author of the draft was immediately ended, and it became what it is today—

Check the chat history, in addition to talking about work, "What do you eat tonight", "I want to eat meat", "Ergouzi is clamoring to go out, so you can slip away tonight, don't let it save energy to toss me" and " Are you mentally retarded" "You are" such nonsense abounds...

On the topic of "the seaweed soup is salty", which is not even a topic, the two of them expanded their thinking, and they let Chuli talk all the way from home to the printing factory. When he got there, Ah Xiang was already there. waited-

Seeing Chu Li limping and trotting here from a distance, Ah Xiang looked at her up and down: "Why are you going? Spring is all over her face?"

Chuli raised his hand and touched his face: "Where is it?"

Axiang: "Look at your blushing, look for a mirror, and the corners of your lips are still rising uncontrollably-ah, what's the matter with you?"

Chuli put down his hand and pushed Axiang into the printing factory: "Nothing, go in quickly..."

This is not the first time that Chu Li came to the printing factory. She also stepped on it the last time she made "Hua Li", but this time it was indeed the first time she came to the printing factory to follow the color-the so-called color matching is the editor. I came to the printing factory with the American editor (sometimes a comrade in the printing department) to check the cover printing color, craftsmanship, paper, etc., to see if the color calibrated on the printing machine is the final result you want. If yes, sign on the cover printed paper that they confirmed to be the correct color...

In this case, if there is a problem with the bulk product in the future, the color is wrong, etc., the printing factory will show this piece of paper to indicate that we can’t remember the pot.

At this time, looking around the printing press, all the proofing templates of "The Book of Luohe" are scattered all over the sky. Chuli always has a feeling of adrenaline rush—

OMG, this is the book I made.

How many days and nights of proofreading, determining the craftsmanship, simulation diagrams and tearing, how many times in my mind what the book will look like...

I finally saw it now.

Bending down, picking up a scrapped sample with a severely deviated printing color, Chuli also touched and touched, and said something like: "What a good job!"

A black question mark face as an elephant.

Seeing Chu Li, like a hillbilly entering the city, he took out his mobile phone and snapped a photo, then quickly sent the photo to someone, logged in to Weibo again, and posted a lot on the official Weibo of "Moonlight" magazine.

The printing press, the printing factory colleague checking the color card, the picture of the scrapped cover of "The Book of Luohe" all over the place...

And match the word—

["Moonlight" Magazine: I will meet you soon, happy! Let's start with a wave of uncontrollable spoilers-everyone, what kind of network exclusive specials do you want? 】

After posting Weibo, log out of Weibo.

I opened q very busy again, and continued to not know who to send the photos of the printing factory with a voice commentary—

"Here is an unused cover. Just look at how many times it has been scrapped. A big factory is a big factory. Don't fool people."

"This is because the cutting process is not done well, and then the small petals here are changed to a traditional printing process, so as not to make mistakes on the cover..."

"There is a problem with the color here. Didn't you see that there is a problem? The moon is all green shai, you can't see it?"

"You can see a fart, then you look at what's wrong with this?"

"I am standing next to the printing press."

"This is a printing machine. This is the best printing machine in the country. The Heidelberg No. 4, a 4 million unit, does not dare to ask for a one-year maintenance fee. Each machine has a captain on duty, and the captain is responsible for the quality of the printing on the machine. —You can see from the photos that every captain will look at his printing press with the kind of mecha protagonist’s loving eyes on his mecha..."

"Oh, this printing machine is called Heidelberg, and the number four is because there are four."

"Right, right, right..."

Axiang: "..."

Silently followed behind the **** of the editor who was jumping up and down with excitement, and watched her excited as a primary school student coming to autumn outing.

In the end, the American editor finally pressed the shoulders of the editor in charge of "The Book of Luohe" intolerably: "Who are you broadcasting live with, like a tour guide—"

Taking advantage of the beginning of the ceremony stunned.

Ah Xiang stretched his head to look at her mobile phone.

I just saw the screenshots of "Heidelberg" and "Heidelberg No. 4" by Chuli Chuli, sent a hilarious emoji package, and typed—

[Hikawa: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha you are mentally retarded! 】

[Zhouchuan: Tubaozi. 】

[Hikawa: Go on, go on. 】

Axiang: "..."

When did these two sweet rain and flames become the incomparable sky thunder and fire?

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The author has something to say: here comes here, three hundred comments, two more.

You really don’t know what happened to me in the past two days. I was allergic to my face. I was wearing a mask on my face. It was so itchy that I wandered between wanting to die and wanting to die every day...

Just like this, I'm still double watch, isn't it a model worker?

And now I finally decided to take medicine...