Moonlight Variations

"Today is February 16, 2014, and it didn't take long for me to work for the full year of the January Society. During this year, I bravely and tenaciously survived the ravages of my colleagues in Green Tea; I made a popular annual ranking best-seller; received a generous year-end award without being promoted; the publishing industry has begun to have my legendary first "The Most Promising Newcomer Editor of Yuanyue Society"; A collection of four Fujian Yibo-type authors who have passed away, are about to pass away, are popular, and who have written □□ declined publication." Chuli lifted his head from Hikawa’s arms and stared at his chin. , "Anything else to add?"

Hikawa: "..."

"Yes." Chuli asked and replied earnestly. "My greatest achievement and fame is to capture the heart of an author. The love letter he wrote to me reposted 80,000 comments and 80,000 comments and went straight to the first place in the hot search on Weibo. Satisfied my girlish heart and vanity."

Hiukawa raised his big hand, and easily covered her mouth and eyes together, holding her face with one hand and pushing back, his voice was particularly indifferent: "Have you said enough?"

But not really indifferent.

Chuli knew that he was just pretending, because his face was thinner than the wonton skin made by the aunt at the gate of the community yard... So she shook her head and said to the man: "If you don't love love, there must be someone who can only be me. NS……"

Shirakawa didn't speak, his thin lips pressed tightly to lift her up, and threw her on the sofa-just as if he was afraid of breaking her, he handled it gently... The first time Chuli's **** fell on the sofa. He scrambled to get up and jumped off the sofa, crawling over the armrest of the sofa and closely behind his ass: "You can't write love letters to me on Weibo for the rest of your life. I am a living person standing in front of you, you have to say You can just tell me anything that sounds nice..."

Hiukawa took a meal and turned around.

Looking blankly at the person behind him with their hands on their backs and their waists straight, they smiled brightly when they were crying just now: "After all, you have to keep a low profile. They all say that Xiu Enai will die fast, don't you Always show affection to your readers on Weibo..."

Hiukawa just wanted to take off the slippers and threw them on this bright smiling face... But after enduring and forbearing, he reached out and pulled her face with a hand, and put that smile that people didn’t know what to do. It was so distorted, he let go of his hand and said concisely: "I take a nap."

Chuli was taken aback, stopped chattering and blushed.

Seeing her blushing, Zhou Chuan was taken aback for a while, reacted for a while, and severely criticized: "Too many fantasies."

When Chu Li reacted, the man had turned and returned to the room, the door closed with a "click", and the lock was released with a "click", as if there was a scourge outside the door that would break in.

Chuli stood outside the door and let go for a while, then burped, silently turned upstairs and continued packing his suitcase-this kind of experience is very magical, between going upstairs and downstairs, I experienced anxiety and despair. , The heart is like ashes, the ashes are resurrected, the spring is shining, etc. Three hundred and sixty times, she finally...

"……Oops."

Chuli patted his forehead and took out his mobile phone——

[The navy invited by the monkey: Shirakawa. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Shirakawa. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Shirakawa. 】

[Hirukawa:? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: nothing else, just suddenly remembered and forgot to tell you, I like you, I like you, I like you-I wanted to tell you a long time ago. On the night of the sale, I wanted to tell you. Actually, I already told you, but Teacher Jiang Yucheng suddenly killed...]

[Zhouchuan: Humph. Since I was born and my family moved next door to his, Jiang Yucheng has done a good thing? 】

[Zhouchuan: I see, take your luggage and go. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: …oh:

[Hikawa: I like you too. 】

[Navy invited by the monkey: Oh:)]

...

People in love, even if they post a emoji, look like a fool, with a mental retardation, and the most frightening thing is that they still feel particularly romantic at the moment.

The most obvious feature is probably that they are holding their mobile phones and smiling at a chat box all the time. Even if they only post a punctuation mark, they can say in their hearts, "Holding the grass, his punctuation marks are so unusual inside and out." There is a lovely atmosphere outside"...

"——After a year, Teacher Hiukawa will be able to fall in love with humans. I'm afraid this year is going to be unusual."

In the conference hall early in the morning of the second day.

Axiang sat next to Chuli, looking at the phone's broken thoughts--the "love letter" sent by Zhou Chuan yesterday was forwarded more than 100,000, and the readers in the comments expressed feeling that being gentle and moist as Yu Gong Zi Chuan can kill people when they are romantic. There are girls like this who can’t catch up... Only some poor editors who know the real face of the actor teacher use six points (...) or many points (...) to express themselves. The feeling of fragmentation of the three views.

Axiang lined up and gave Shirakawa a little bit to contribute a repost, while elbowing the people around him: "Chuli, what kind of person do you think the actor teacher would like?"

"Huh?" Chuli smiled like *^ｪ^* all over her face, and looked up from her mobile phone, "What are you talking about?"

Axiang: "..."

Axiang: "Why do you laugh so disgustingly?"

First gift: "..."

Nothing, she was just looking back at the conversation with Hiukawa yesterday afternoon, and relived Hiukawa's words "I like you too" for the eighth time... Face, asked seriously: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention to what you just said?"

Axiang: "I said Mr. Shirakawa seems to be in love."

Chuli cracked his mouth silently.

Axiang paused: "Why are you smiling so disgustingly?"

Chuli’s lips twitched and realized that the corners of her lips were out of control again, she raised her hand and rubbed her face: “It’s nothing, but I think it’s great to fall in love. He’s all that old. Should you be anxious? Maybe you will become more mature after you fall in love, and there will be fewer weird ideas to toss other editors and artists..."

After the initial reminder, Ah Xiang accidentally thought of the cover request he had put forward when he was the only one to communicate directly face to face with Shirakawa... In this case, the person he likes is a bit pitiful. From now on, we will ask her to carry the things shared by so many of us in the past?"

"It's okay," Chuli hummed a song and twisted his head. "What kind of ordinary character can be liked by Hiukawa-sensei..."

"I always feel that Mr. Hiukawa will lose love if he can't last for a week."

"This reverse tainted milk is really good, maybe people are just happy."

Chuli waved his hand with a look of "what do you know?"...Axiang stared at her face for a while, and was about to say that your author is in a relationship with you. At this time, Teacher Xia walked in with a bunch of folders. The gossip meeting in the conference room with the theme of "Hiukawa is in Love" came to an end for the time being. Everyone started the first morning meeting of the New Year.

…It is worth noting that this time all the staff arrived very neatly. Even the head of Yuanyueshe, who often only appeared in the WeChat group, came here.

Two things were mainly announced at the meeting-

1. "Moonlight" magazine is preparing to revise, remove complicated content, main push serials and popular authors, reduce p (*pages), change format size, use better paper, change from partial black and white to full color printing, and, increase price.

Second, in the new year, the wind of harmony blows. Each magazine branch pays attention to the cover and back cover of the wording standard and clean, and the published articles must comply with the new publishing standards.

The first thing was announced by Teacher Xia, and the second thing was announced by the boss himself. The boss said very implicitly, saying "I act as the legal representative of Yuanyue Society", and the meaning is very clear: Laozi is the person in charge of the company. I don’t want to go to jail because one of you is unconscious and has posted something that shouldn’t be posted on the cover or the back cover. Everyone will give me a clearer mind. Whoever dares to mess up under the wind of harmony will also be given by the uncle of the Jade Emperor. Lao Tzu left immediately.

The boss said one sentence on the top, and Chuli below dubbed his inner os to interpret a sentence. Looking at the expressions of the people around, everyone probably understands the meaning of the boss...

Then while talking, Chuli found that the topic suddenly returned to her.

Let's listen to these people, let's talk a lot, and then she realized with a dazed expression that the book she needs to follow is not only Jiang Yucheng's book-Suo Heng's previous serialization in the magazine ended. It is necessary to issue a pamphlet, and this pamphlet is also the first gift that Suo Heng's incumbent editor must follow...

The booklet, based on the mentality of "no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat", it is indeed going to be published, although the fact that this long story was published in the magazine early exposed the lack of popularity.

………………………… More than insufficient, it can be said to be very inadequate. Chu Li was stunned and watched these people discussing whether to order 6,000 or 8,000 for the first printing, and debated for a long time, old. Miao, the dog, also brought the bird to the side to fan the flames: "Why not twelve thousand? Chuli is so good at selling books, after all, he is the most promising new editor of Yuanyue News Agency. What if it creates a miracle?"

... Lao Tzu sells books, not magic.

...And the first print volume of the first book I made by Lao Tzu reached 31.2 million, and the second one will let me see how you are fighting for "is the first print volume of 6,000 or 8,000"?

That thing has no splashes from start to finish. Where can I do miracles?

Since she was just a grassroots editor, there was no place for Chuli to speak at the scene, so she dared not speak from the beginning to the end. She could only feel that Lao Miao had found an excuse to stuff Suo Heng with him in the early morning. She was originally for this day--

【Standing on Mount Everest and looking at the mountains is what a little skill, and the ability to build mountains by yourself! 】

【sure. 】

"..."

Chuli raised his hand with a headache and rubbed his eyebrows, feeling deeply that he was looking for something to do for himself.

...

After returning home at night, it is inevitable to complain about this to Hiukawa. At that time, Hiukawa was sitting on the sofa holding a pillow and watching the news broadcast intently——

Chuli was chattering endlessly.

"I'm not saying that Suo Heng's popularity is not good enough, but the popularity of Suo Heng's new article "Zhetian" should not be too high. The polls are almost the same as Jiang Yucheng’s. It is reasonable to sell this one, and I am confident that it will sell for 50,000 to 60,000 yuan... Why did Suo Heng’s previous serialization score bad? Isn’t it his veteran The subject matter is rubbish!"

Hikawa: "..."

Hikawa raised his legs and changed his sitting posture calmly.

"Because the harmonious wind has blown, I will have to re-proof and edit the text when I go to the printing factory to follow the color. I can't make any mistakes... The most tiring part of the "Luohe Book of God" is to print. The factory and the sex, get up earlier than the donkey every morning, and face the four Heidelberg brothers who have spent millions in repairs at the printing factory, their eyes are straight-"

Hikawa: "..."

Hiukawa took the remote control, snapped it a few times, and started to check the weather forecast.

"This time the marketing department has eaten the sweetness of "The Book of Luohe" and wants to sell it in two versions. Even if the two versions are given as gifts, they still want to make two versions of the cover. I am really suffocating. The cover! Readers must not jump up yet—"

Hikawa: "..."

Hiukawa waved a small resentful fist in front of his sight, his gaze floated down, and he was a little taken away.

"Hey, forget it, let’s talk about it. Speaking of harmony, I won’t talk about the old ban before, but it’s added this year. It’s not allowed to write about politics and gangs, and it’s also not allowed to cross the subject clearly. It’s not a lie. A ghost told me last night that their green jiji online literature website had a spectacular scene when the editorial group went online at 10 o’clock in the middle of the night. They grabbed the author to change the title and modify the chapter content, and they couldn’t describe it below the neck. , I really can’t change the unsaved one, just lock the full text for a hundred...Agui received more than 50 SMS notifications in the lock seal harmony station in one night, self-proclaimed Lvjijiji the **** of cars, greenjijishan is the fastest down the mountain..." Chuli said After reminiscing about Agui's honeyed and proud tone when gossiping with her in the morning, he shook his head with emotion, "How do I know such an unscrupulous author."

Hikawa: "..."

With one hand on his chin, Hiukawa stood up when he saw the weather forecast saying it was raining, walked to the closet, magically took out a piece of clothing, and an umbrella. The raincoat was hung on the hanger by the door, and the umbrella was leaning against it. On the door handle.

Chuli was taken aback, sitting on the sofa and straightened his neck like a mongoose, watching the man on the entrance bend down seriously and leaned the umbrella against the doorknob: "What are you doing?"

Hikawa: "It will rain tomorrow."

Chu Li: "Oh."

Hiukawa straightened up and glanced at her: "If you don't want to bring an umbrella, I will pick you up."

Chuli was taken aback, but didn't react, and subconsciously said: "No, your car is too conspicuous."

"..."

Zhou Chuan was stunned, glanced at the direction of the garage outside, then recovered his mind and took out his mobile phone. Slowly, Du Niang began to search for "recommended scooter below 100,000".

Chuli watched the man sitting down on the sofa while playing with his mobile phone. He didn't worry about the episode just now, and went back to his topic: "I just told you about the wind of harmony, did you hear me? The wild child who is not in charge should be careful not to be caught with a pigtail when writing by himself. Remember that you can't describe it below the neck. If you are reported by someone who believes it or not, you will be sent to the black house to drink tea for the record-Hikawa!"

Hikawa: "..."

After yawning halfway through, the man raised his head, his tawny pupils finally looked directly at Chuli for the first time since the past half an hour...The latter grabbed the pillow and patted him twice. Throwing the pillow and angrily said: "I heard you talk to you, you have been busy all night, and you have been busy all night. Since I came back, You Shen's eyes have not been in focus. Where is the soul flying, I don't even look at me directly—"

Chuli became more and more angry. At this time, hearing her voice, the man's eyes finally slowly focused...He frowned slightly, then raised his hand, and picked up the pillow that Chuli had just thrown aside, with his fingertips. Scratched on it: "It's not that I ignored you deliberately, but you have been talking. I have to find something to divert my attention."

"Just listen carefully when I talk to you, why do you divert your attention?"

Hirukawa's sight shifted downward.

Chuli followed his line of sight, and finally found that the end of the line of sight fell on his hand.

Hikawa: "..."

First gift: "..."

Zhou Chuan said solemnly: "...I have been thinking about this tonight."

I don’t know why, Chu Li was suddenly a little nervous by him, changed the anger on his face, and stammered: "What do you think?"

The man was silent, and before Chu Li hadn’t reacted, he stretched out his big hand and picked it up, placed it carefully on the palm of his hand, and took a look... Then, he raised his eyes and glanced at her quickly, Put your hand on her palm and turn it over, and the slender fingertips of the other hand swiped her hand along the lines of the palm, exerting a little force, causing a trace of itching——

Chuli shrank subconsciously.

However, the man caught her wrist quickly, increased the pressure on the fingertips of her palm, and flattened her slightly curved fingertips...

He pinched her soft and round fingertips.

Chuli's face suddenly turned red for no reason.

When he put on lightly and increased his strength, kneading her clean fingers with great curiosity, her blush was almost dripping with blood: "Don't don't...don't play, I—"

Shirakawa ignored her. He lowered his head and carefully squeezed her fingers. They were as soft and clean as he had imagined, as if they were boneless, fleshy, and elastic...

Actually, I've been thinking about it for a long time.

I wanted to touch it a long time ago.

Now you can touch it openly--

Um, the grass is not very clean, and he said that "the freshness will be weakened when I get it." Why did he have the urge to do something more excessively... His pupils sink slightly, down? In one second, the man's big hand suddenly turned, and at the same time the tall body was slightly leaning towards him, and steadily put the white and soft palm that was only two-thirds of him into his palm, interlaced his ten fingers, and then sank down, like It's a lock, fastened firmly.

The two changed from "face to face" to "side by side". Chuli felt that his hand was firmly held by the man and placed between the two-then Shirakawa turned around and continued to watch the weather forecast seriously; absent-minded and full The blushing and quiet person became Chuli.

"Yesterday's confession, today hold hands." Shirakawa stared at the TV without showing his face, "The rhythm is perfect."

"...Where is perfect?"

"Below the neck cannot be described just around the corner."

"…………………………………………”

The actor she dug back from the trash can at the back door of which a.v studio?

After confession, I shut myself in the room and was more innocent than the heroine in the girl's comics; I took a look at the clothes with the back feet, and even the pores were yellow in color, and all my thoughts could not be described below the neck.

...The contrast between the front and back of the personality is so huge that Mao's bad script probably dared to write it like this.

The author has something to say: However, it is not just around the corner...

Jinjiang has now been so powerful that my male protagonist has opened a "touch my pants, what bigger is hidden in my pants" to the extent that it has locked me up, and the primary school health education readers can only be locked in the full text. The end.

This chapter should not break the law, ah, although the hands are long under the neck, we can still raise the hands above the head (what am I talking about)