Moonlight Variations

When Chuli packed his things and went home, about half an hour after the promotion of Weibo was posted, the forwarding had reached more than 20,000 and almost 30,000...

The amount of forwarding is really amazing. Chu Li was a little surprised. She originally thought it would be ten or twenty thousand at most, but she didn't expect how long it would take. She was afraid that she would be rushing five hundred thousand and one hundred thousand!

Although there are indeed various elements in it—

First of all, readers in the original circle are very new to online pre-sales, and everyone is very enthusiastic;

Then tonight, on Weibo, a large-scale cross-border support in the literary world broke out—

Chuli pressed Agui’s head, clamoring for her to help forward it, and drew a flatbread, "I will let Hiukawa help you when you sell the book in the future! My heart is not moved!"...This flatbread drawing makes Agui take her There is no other way but to agree. By the way, buy a free n, and gather together with a large number of gangsters. Readers have sighed with emotion: [Holding Cao Zhou Chuan and knowing my family, it’s amazing];

In addition to the ** circle, there is also the reposting and spreading of all the magazines under the Yuanyue News Agency and all the co-authors of the magazines. This span can count up to hundreds of reposts-especially the "Star Trails" magazine. As a traditional best-selling magazine, the audience of this magazine is too large to imagine—Lao Miao said earlier that running a magazine, magazines are basically unprofitable only by advertising space and joint publicity effects, but "Star Trails" is very It’s great, thanks to its large readership and solid foundation, it belongs to its own series of making money... This type of magazine is highly motivated, and many readers are willing to buy it;

The last wave of forwarding groups is the most powerful.

Chuli was stunned when she first saw it—

Some older generations of traditional literature writers-Weibo certified as a provincial Writers Association leader, Weibo portraits are their own ID photos, the average age looks like the kind of 50-year-old jump-if you don't look like Shirakawa, his father’s friend is Xia The veterans don’t know where to find the way—these elders also forwarded the pre-sale of "The Book of Luohe" with words: [Fiction and literature of the new era and new situation are matched with the new media sales method, and traditional literature must be studied and combined. Keep up with the times. After all, the ultimate goal of a book is for the readers. Gufang’s self-appreciation is undesirable. The literature that everyone accepts is the mainstream and correct way of cultural dissemination. I support Xiaochuan’s "Luohe Shenshu", and I wish another best-seller will be born! 】

These big guys have supported about half of the forwarding rate, and the messages that everyone forwarded are—

"Holding the grass! I read the article I wrote on the right in elementary school and made excerpts! Now he is blessing my family Hikawa! I am dreaming about holding the grass and holding the grass!!"

"I thought it was someone who was playing a prank, until I clicked into the Weibo on the far right and looked at it and found that it was really the deity... Teacher, I love the prose "Frog Pond Night" that you wrote the most, and I even memorized it when I was in junior high school!!"

"Ogawa 2333333333333"

"Hikawa is really awesome this time..."

"The shattering of the Dimensional Wall!!"

"Even in my dreams, I couldn't think of it...Should I say that Genyuesha is good or Hikawa is good?"

"I admire the big guys on the right, so don't always say that traditional literature can't keep up with the pace of modernity, right? It can be seen from the fragmentation of the dimension wall today that people's acceptance is actually pretty good... even if it is too early. No, but you can see that everyone is working hard? It's very gratifying."

…In general.

In order to make "The Book of Luohe" a big hit, in addition to taking out his deputy editor position as a bet on the pre-sales of "The Book of Luohe", all members of the entire Yuanyue Club were dispatched. Almost everyone I took out my family's wealth, the old face was gone, and I was selling my life to promote this book!

"No way, Yuanyue Society also hopes to break a path on the new literary genre. The first day order volume of "Luohe Book of God" by Hiukawa directly exceeded the initial printing volume of the original contract, so everyone can see. Hope," Yu Yao explained patiently as a group of people descended the stairs mightily, "So even Teacher Xia was alarmed, and it was very hard."

"I'm in a good time." Chu Li pointed to herself, smirking.

Lao Miao glanced at her with a "you know it" expression.

"That can't be said. Although luck is also a component, if you don't think about online pre-sales, there are many authors' publicity resources that are not available..." Yu Yao said, "I want to let those teachers help Sending a hard advertisement, Weibo reposting seems to be more natural, and it can drive more readers. You can see that they are making trouble there tonight: the dimension wall is broken!"

Everyone laughed together.

"It's great for the first gift. If "The Book of Luohe" is on sale, the year-end bonus will be worth seeing next month." Xiaoniao smiled softly, and said in a timely manner in accordance with the atmosphere, "You will find a house to sign after you join the job. How long has it been, you can rent a bigger house next year if you have money."

"..."

money?

Renting?

Change house?

—I felt like a little rabbit had been picked up in my heart, a little overwhelmed and heavy.

Chu Li squinted slightly, and did not immediately speak to the little bird, but just nodded perfunctorily and said "I am looking forward to the death of people for money"...At this time, everyone walked out of the campus where the Yuanyueshe headquarters was located in the dark. Point, when the Wanjia lights are on, ordinary people have probably finished their dinner, strolling by the river, or the whole family gathered in front of the TV to chat or something... But she has just set foot on the way home.

The high heels stepped on the ground, making a hurried click.

I said hello in advance tonight, the pre-sale promotion started to work overtime, I don’t know if Hiukawa is full;

What kind of takeaway was called;

Ergouzi should be full too, right now, he should be chasing after him with a leash in his mouth. The recently lazy owner is running around the house and going for a walk;

Have the flowers and plants in the yard been watered;

I don’t want to order takeout, and I don’t know what ingredients are left in the refrigerator at home to make and eat;

Teacher Hiukawa must have not slept yet. I guess he is lying on the sofa with Erlang's legs, shaking his legs and brushing Weibo, waiting for his pre-sale promotion to break through 100,000, while rolling over like a salted fish. Waiting for her to go home—

The sound of dada's high-heeled shoes stopped.

...Wait for her to go home.

—The little bunny that had just been caught in my heart turned out to be hyperactive, but now it's kicking and kicking. It hurts nowhere.

The muscles on Chuli's face were fixed to a strange expression, and the elephant walking beside her turned his head and raised his eyebrows strangely: "What's the matter with the editor of the gold medal, he suddenly revealed this kind of idiot and not idiot. It was a little shocked. A look of thunder?"

The expression on Chuli's face adjusted, and he squeezed the canvas pocket in his hand: "...Axiang, did you suddenly find out that after coming home from get off work alone, opening the door to face the dark room is a A bad thing?"

Ah Xiang looked dumbfounded and answered honestly: "No."

"..." Chu Li said, "Think about coming home from get off work every day, there is a pet dog leaping to greet you, and a man lying on the sofa, lazily asking you: Why did I come back and starve to death—"

"You said getting married? I don't want to get married now!"

"…………………Who said I was married! I'll talk about renting a house!"

"Aren't you talking about the husband and the dog?" Ah Xiang still looked dumbfounded.

"…no."

"This is a successful career, you suddenly feel the emptiness of emotions, you?" Axiang pointed to Chuli's nose speechlessly, "Somehow there is still a process of transitioning to explore the emptiness of emotions, and you are here too fast!"

Chuli opened his mouth and said in a daze, "I just feel like I can't live by myself."

Axiang: "Are you sharing a rent with someone now?"

Chu Li: "...I think so."

Axiang: "Do you like your co-leasing partner?"

Chuli's eyes rounded instantly: "No!"

Axiang: "If you don't have it, you can still ‘what’, oh my god! You will also like a guy who urges you to cook when you lie on the sofa, you are really not a pick!"

"I admire his talent."

"what?"

"……………………I do not like him!!!"

"..." Axiang nodded, took a serious look at Chuli, and then said, "Oh... you like him better than Shirakawa. He has a weird temper, but he looks handsome, and you were beaten by him yesterday. You, the girl whose Weibo posted my dusty heart is almost awakened: So far, I don’t think I have been treated as carefully as anyone’s personal belongings. If so, I’m looking forward to it."

A Xiang held his face: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Axiang: "It's like a sick and beautiful man saying: Please put me under house arrest, abuse me, bully me to the point of crying, and make me your personal belongings!"

"..." Chu Li twitched the corners of his mouth and shivered. "Your interpretation is a bit overdone, right?"

Ah Xiang put down his hand and snorted: "If it weren't for the fans of Zhou Chuan who were busy yesterday and didn't have time to talk to you, combined with the context, and a little divergent thinking, this sentence of'If there is, I am looking forward to' is enough for his girlfriend to fan you. Spiral explosion..."

Hearing that, Chuli took out his phone and glanced at Zhouchuan’s Weibo. She actually felt that Ah Xiang said something reasonable: as a qualified editor, yesterday her attention was focused on the hot search on Zhouchuan. …

Now there is quite the illusion of escape.

…

I took the last subway to get home, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Shivering by the wind in the late autumn, Chuli returned home and opened the door. The warm breath rushed toward her to relax her tight cheeks... She opened her arms to greet Ergouzi who rushed forward. The big dog has fur on her body. Soft and heavy, quickly conveyed the temperature of her somewhat cold fingertips.

Chuli put down her bag, put on slippers, raised her head and saw the man on the sofa—

As she initially imagined, he raised the Erlang's legs, shaking his legs, and swiping Weibo with his back to Chuli.

When Chu Li entered the house, he rolled over lazily, and hung his hand on the sofa with his mobile phone. He twisted his head at a difficult angle and looked at Chu Li over the armrest of the sofa: "I'm so hungry at this night. "

"...I said to work overtime tonight, didn't you order takeaway?"

Wearing slippers, Chuli stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator—while the man kept staring at her back.

"I took a nap in the afternoon and woke up at more than eight o'clock. I opened Weibo and found that my book was pre-sold. A bunch of neighbors who called "Uncle Hao" when they were young are helping forward... Now! I was so scared that I was so scared, where would I be in the mood to order takeaway?"

"Oh," the man in the kitchen laughed, "did your dad repost it?"

"Reposted one: Be wary! Repeat one more time to save a life. Mixed eating of the following foods may cause serious food poisoning!"

"......When I never asked."

Watching Chu Li close the refrigerator, only to take out a carton of milk, the man's hand hung on the edge of the sofa shook softly like a solid body—

"I'm exhausted physically and mentally, I'm hungry, cook for me."

Chuli put down the milk, opened the refrigerator and saw a few more, there were potatoes, tomatoes, eggs, beef, cucumbers...all taken out, thrown into the sink, vinegared potatoes, tomatoes and eggs, beef and cucumber fried cucumber.

"Teacher, don't hang on the sofa like a corpse. It's me who has been working hard all day. Come here to wash rice."

"I will not."

"Say it? I taught you clearly."

"..." The corpse hanging on the sofa was silent for a moment.

Chu Li didn't lift his head to wash the potatoes and peel the potatoes: "Just wait, wash the rice one second later and eat the rice one second later. When I cut the vegetables, I wash the rice and cook the rice. It will be bright when I eat... "

Before the words fell, the corpse was finally cheated, and the man lying on the bed got up. The lazy tall figure moved slowly towards Chuli like a tortoise-finally walked to her and stretched out his hand to "snap". Turn on the rice cooker, take out the inner pot, rinse with boiling water, wipe the water, scoop the rice, throw it into the sink to catch the water...

A series of movements are extremely skillful.

"Isn't this done well?" Chuli praised.

"I was originally a fairy who lives in the sky," Zhou Chuan glanced at her, listlessly, "The kind of ten fingers that don't touch the sun and spring water, why do you force me to go down to the earth to cook? Destroy my cultivation?"

"Because you are hungry, I am also hungry... Little fairy, there is too much water, turn off the water, and I told you that the water level is maintained at a knuckle up from the meter plane—" Watching Zhou Chuan turn off the water and turn himself Putting his thumb into Mili to draw the water line, Chuli coughed dryly, "Made is mentally retarded! It's not the fingers!"

Hiukawa withdrew his hands expressionlessly: "Stop it! You come by yourself!"

Chu Li stretched out his **** to make gestures at him, and then when the man raised his eyebrows, he directly put his hand on Mi Li, and said strictly: "Did you see it, middle finger."

Hikawa: "..."

"When you are like this, I will leave. Wouldn't you starve to death, know how to cook, and forget to order takeaway..." Chuli put the rice in the rice cooker, covered the lid, and started to cut potatoes without raising his head. Sui Sui thought, "I'm really afraid that one day I will press the doorbell at your house and find that all the flies have reproduced on your corpse to increase the number of grandchildren..."

The sound is getting smaller and smaller.

At this moment, the man was standing next to her, holding a cucumber beside her and gesturing with the Six-Medition Excalibur—he heard the words and acted, and instantly grasped the point: "Go? Where are you going?"

Chuli cut the potato shreds for a while, but it didn't take long before she resumed cutting speed, and stretched out her hand to pull down her hair: "The Book of Luohe sold 350,000 first prints, maybe the deputy of the old seedlings" The editor-in-chief position is really going to be given to me — I think Teacher Xia also likes me. I guess there is no objection... The year-end award is about to be issued soon. It is estimated that a lot of it. I will have money by then... So, just move out. That's it."

Hikawa put down the cucumber.

Turned her head and looked at the little girl who was standing next to her cutting vegetables—

She lowered her eyes and couldn't see the emotions in her eyes. It was just that the hair around her ears fluttered with her cutting vegetables. The tip of her nose was a little red, and there was a very small mole at the corner of her eyes. I heard it was. Sign of crying cat.

…Although he hasn't had time to see how much she loves to cry.

I was fortunate enough to watch it once or twice, and I was still Mr. L.

—These are the details he saw, probably not even known to her.

There was a brief silence in the kitchen, only the crisp sound of "click" and "click" when cutting potatoes.

After a long time, the man finally broke his silence: "It's hard for you to enter the industry for so long, don't you know what the concept of the first print volume of 350,000 is? So far, the first batch of domestic works that have printed more than this number It is estimated that it can be counted with one hand."

Chuli chopped vegetables for a while, raised his head and glanced at the man blankly: "How could it be possible, let alone that Teacher Jiang Yucheng did it before...there are real writers at the top of the pyramid—"

"It's just that these people's masterpieces can have this print volume, don't even think about anything else."

"...The last time that Xindun Press published Kou Wei's book, it was sold out in an instant with the first printing of more than 700,000..."

"Excluding a zero is the real data. It is estimated that it will actually cost more than hundreds of thousands..." Zhou Chuan said lightly, "Isn't Kou Wei similar to Jiang Yucheng? It is estimated that Jiang Yucheng will dare to blow the first seal. million-"

"Can the author agree to such a bragging?"

"Increasing the price, there is no loss, what can I not agree to," Hiukawa's tone returned to light and breezy, "Only the top domestic works can hit the number of six or seven hundred thousand. It’s countable, you asked me to pay 350,000, but it’s really 350,000, which is very difficult, even if it’s the meager amount of publicity and forwarding, everyone who forwards it buys a book, and they can’t make up...silly girl , Lao Miao pits you."

Chuli carried a kitchen knife and was dumbfounded: How can no one tell me about such basic internal core key industry knowledge? ? ?

"Does this have to be told to you?" Shirakawa looked disgusted, as if guessing what she was thinking, "It's probably difficult to get a generous year-end award..."

The man stuffed the cucumber in her claws: "Cook me well, please me, and reward you for sleeping is the key point-cook quickly, I'm starving to death!"

As he said, the corners of his lips were bent symbolically, revealing a smile without much smile. The man put his hands in his pajama pants pockets and turned and walked out of the kitchen.

A few seconds later, the sound of a chopping knife hitting the chopping board came from my ear.

The man who walked out of the kitchen took a meal, squinted slightly, and showed a subtle expression-he froze a certain posture in the living room like a statue for a long time, and then the man raised his hand and touched the back of his head in a daze. , Muttered: "...strange."

It's weird.

Why is Ben Xianjun unable to sell the poisoned milk by himself?

…………Is this clever little head hungry?

The author has something to say: Recently during the festival, some indescribable things in catching up with the three-dimensional element are getting together, busy to death, the update time is erratic + the number of words is erratic, everyone forgive me... The only thing that can be sure is that it will be updated, even if it is later. Or fewer words.

Thank you for your understanding. I sent 111 red envelopes to make amends. I have been waiting for a long time!