Moonlight Variations

The second day was the weekend, and it was also the day when the pre-sale of "Luohe Book of Gods" opened. The first gift got up early and made a sandwich, fried eggs, bacon, white porridge, milk, juice, cut cantaloupe, raisin, walnut and oatmeal mix A rich breakfast of desserts topped with yogurt—

All the food was put on the table, and I routinely knocked on the door of Higawa’s room, knocked three times and found that there was no movement inside, but Chuli, who was standing outside the door, raised his lips and pressed the doorknob down—with a click, the door He drove in response... On the big bed in the middle of the room, under the dark blue quilt, a hill-like bulge was raised, and a few strands of hair were faintly exposed outside the edge of the quilt...

Chuli tiptoedly walked over, climbed onto the bed, grabbed one of them, poked his hair and tugged—

no response.

Pull again—

Still no response.

Unwillingly pull the third pull—

With a crash and a low scream of "Ah" from Chuli, the man who was hiding under the blanket suddenly sprang up like a bat demon! I caught the person lying on the bed caught off guard against the backhand into the quilt, her hands and feet clumped neatly into a ball, and when she was fighting desperately against the quilt, she was kicked under the bed with one foot...

With a "clang", the combination of mass and weight destined the falling ground to be very loud.

Fortunately, the quilt was very thick and the carpet was very soft. Chuli didn’t hurt her buttocks when she landed on the ground. She was a little embarrassed when she landed on the ground. Then she realized that she had been kicked off—he violently pulled the quilt on his head, angry. He looked up, and saw the man standing on the bed with his waist in his waist, looking at her condescendingly: "Little editor, dare to trespass into the Juju's bedroom early in the morning, disturbing people's sleep, and unpredictable, come to the two dogs, give Ben Juju Procrastinate Ling Chi to death!"

First gift: "..."

……… I am blind, how can I like such a thing!

Chuli stood up, rubbed the waist that was kicked by the man, and threw the quilt round the bed: "Eat breakfast!"

The man standing on the bed conditionally fired and opened his arms to take the quilt and bent down and put it down: "...What are you tossing about if you don't sleep late in the morning on the big weekend?"

"Where can I sleep, today is a big day for your book pre-sale."

"...On sale at night, what are you doing now?"

The big hand holding the quilt stretched over and gently pushed on the small head next to the bed very smoothly.

Chuli took a small step back a little later. Only then did the man carry Guang Chuli and couldn't see clearly. Only then did he discover that the light blue and dark circles under his eyes looked like a ghost on his upper body. Chuli pulled the quilt out of the man’s arms and shook. After opening the stack, in the voice of his grumble, "What do you stack? I will cover it at night", she just said she was deaf and too lazy to complain, and asked without raising her head: "You were a thief last night? The dark circles are so deep. …"

The man moved his lips.

"Don't tell me about your all-night codewords. For authors like you who have not saved their manuscripts, all the overnight codewords will be updated as soon as the code is finished. I wish to see your readers and fans praise your codewords for being diligent. Falling super surprise or something..." Chuli folded the quilt and looked up at the man, "Why did you go without sleep last night."

Zhou Chuan squatted on the bed, heard the words, moved his butt, his face was slightly mysterious and lowered his voice: "...Last night, the number of Weibo reposts exceeded 80,000, and I gained more than 50,000 fans!"

"..." Chu Li Dingding looked at him, "You just used Weibo's reposts all night?"

"...Take time to look at North American Tucao Jun refreshing."

Chuli stuffed the pillow that was originally to be neatly placed on the quilt into the man's arms: "Eat breakfast! Go back to sleep after eating!"

The man took the pillow and threw it on the bed. When Chuli turned to leave the room, he jumped out of the bed and followed her ass: "What do you know, if this Weibo repost is not high enough, I will be laughed at. , It’s better to sell an illegal printed matter (*refers to a fanzine without a regular ISBN). If it weren’t for this number of reposts, you are already a corpse at this time. Fortunately, my Shiukawa’s popularity strength Excellent... I didn’t expect you to be a bit useful. You can get through the sales skills of fandom and originality circles. Yesterday Jiang Yucheng was sore and asked me what kind of experience it is to increase 50,000 Weibo fans overnight, I I had to reluctantly tell him that it was cool; he said that fortunately, he and I are an editor, otherwise he would have to be jealous of me. It is estimated that the first thing I woke up this morning was too late to wipe the **** and he would come to you to sign "Disappear." "Amusement Park", oh, I said..."

I can’t hear the muttering behind, because the man turned around and went into the bathroom, and all the rest of the old lady babbled to Chuli’s ears, and it became "Weng Omom Jiang and Cheng Buzz, I say Weng Omon He buzzes"...

After washing the man sitting at the dining table, Chuli was holding a small spoon of yogurt, raising his eyelids and glanced at the man sitting across the dining table with messy hair like a chicken coop: "You can't comb your hair."

"Comb what," the man took the sandwich and gnawed, "I will continue to sleep for a while... why is there no meat?"

"What kind of meat to eat early in the morning! Isn't the egg meat?"

"Lao Tzu is an aristocrat who fills eggs with pie and adds tenderloin."

"..."

It seems that this guy was in a good mood this morning after staring at the increase in Weibo reposting volume, watching this poem... Otherwise, the one who opened the door this morning to greet her with the first gift should be "Lostriver"—

Thinking of this, Chuli lowered her head and fiddled with the soft hair that was hanging from her ears. Her lips couldn't help but rise, she lowered her head and smirked at the yogurt salad bowl in front of her...

Hiukawa raised his head and saw this scene: the morning sun poured in from the window behind him and shone on her face, so every detail on her face was infinitely magnified under the light and shadow. ...The gentle smile in her brown pupils, the white fingertips in her black hair, the raised corners of her lips, and the shallow dimples.

Her smile should be the same as the amber honey pouring into the salad in her hand.

The man paused and squinted slightly—

If he is a painter...

Then for a while, he might give up sleeping and choose to return to the studio, and while such a deep picture is still in his mind, record it, and then get another good work.

…Unfortunately he is not.

So the man chose to put down the meatless sandwich in his hand, grabbed the bacon on the plate, and said astonishing: "What about you! What happened to you when the "Luohe Book of God" was steadily rising last night? "

"What good can I do?"

......Although there is nothing good, the ending sound of the words clearly rises. Shirakawa glanced at Chuli: "You smile at your salad like it is your boyfriend."

Seeing the person across the dining table raise his head and glanced at himself, the smile in his eyes has not yet dissipated-he is reflected in her eyes, blending with the smile...

The smile was a little dazzling.

The man lowered his head, the fork in his hand pierced the half-boiled omelette and watched the golden egg yolk flow out: "Although I have never seen pigs running, I have eaten pork. This is something a girl in love should have. Facial expression—what, are you in love?"

Chuli did not answer in time.

On Hiukawa's side, he thought of other things--

He seemed to mention that Jiang Yucheng would sign "Disappearing Amusement Park" immediately...

Nima's she was so happy for this sentence like a silly roe deer?

Fuck, I shouldn't talk too much about that sentence...

Chuli picked up a napkin to cover her lips and half of her face, as if it could block the leakage of emotions on her face-above the snow-white napkin, she only showed a pair of eyes, looking at the man sitting across the table: "Can step by step Seeing that the book you want to sell is about to sell, it is no different from being in love."

…Being able to watch the book that "the person I like" wants to sell is about to sell, it's no different from being in love.

As she watched, Shirakawa "Oh" lowered his head slightly indifferently, so he missed some details—

for example.

At this moment.

This situation and situation.

In her slightly smiling eyes, it was completely, he was the only one.

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