The next day is the weekend.
When the sky was bright, it began to rain outside. Amidst the pattering spring rain, the huge room seemed unusually quiet... In the center of the dark blue bed in the room was a tall, slender man, who was trapped when the outside light shone through slightly. The window shone into the room, he frowned, pulled the pillow over his face—
Last night, Hiukawa was so hungry by a certain white-eyed wolf, he called for supper and was full after eating. He couldn't sleep and had to turn on the computer to write a manuscript until 3:30 in the morning before yawning and going to bed...
Above, this is the normal work and rest of professional writers.
sudden death? I'm not afraid.
Anyway, basically everyone is like this—the euphemistic name is that people are inspired in the dead of night, but in fact, other normal human beings are awake during the day, so these people patronize playing and chatting, only when others go to sleep at night, he gets bored, and then he thinks about code words. …
Hiukawa and Jiang Yucheng are typical representatives of this kind.
Jiang Yucheng often only appears from Shenyin until one o'clock in the afternoon. As his editor, if there is something urgent in the morning, unless the geographical advantage allows him to go to Jiang Yucheng's house and smash the door, he will basically hang himself in a hurry... Compared with Zhou Chuan, it is much better, because he has an ancestor who raises an elderly person who works and rests, goes to bed at ten o'clock in the evening, and wakes up at seven o'clock in the morning to eat canned food—
For example, today, just at seven o'clock in the morning, it is obviously rainy and lazy. Zhou Chuan was still sleeping happily amidst the pattering rain, and felt that the bed beside him had sunk deeply—a furry His head arched and arched, he lifted the quilt, and continued to arch, arch, and forced his way under his arm... Hiukawa closed his eyes and scratched the dog's head perfunctorily. The pillow that covered his face was pressed against Er Gouzi's face instead: "Don't disturb the sex, even male dogs."
Ergou began to hit him in the stomach with his paws as big as a normal person's fist.
The man hissed, regretting that he shouldn't have slept with the bedroom door open last night, clutching his belly, turned over and said in a daze, "I won't eat canned food anymore, let me sleep for a while, and I'll buy you roast chicken at noon."
After Hiukawa finished speaking, he covered his head with the quilt, and the world became quiet.
Originally, he thought that he could continue to sleep peacefully until noon before getting up to see Lao Miao. Unexpectedly, not long after he closed his eyes, the dog that had just been sent away came back again—this time it jumped onto the bed and used two hands directly through the quilt. A front paw stomped on Hiukawa's stomach - this paw almost knocked Hiukawa's soul out of his body. He lifted the bed and was about to publish, but Er Gouzi threw a mobile phone in front of him with a look of disdain...
Hiukawa: "..."
Getting up in a daze, he grabbed the paper towel and wiped the dog's saliva on it. He saw the caller ID clearly: [Mr. Zhou Guxuan].
There was a hint of dimness and hesitation in those brown eyes that were still full of sleepiness for a second, but after hesitating again and again, Hiukawa still picked up the phone, put it to his ear, whispered "Hello", and then changed Emphasizing on the laziness and ridicule unique to the elder brother of the aristocratic family, he said: "Dad? It's so early in the morning, why don't you and the dog let me go?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then began the daily lecture... Hirakawa listened, nodded in a daze and responded by the way—
"I went to bed at 10:30 last night... Why did you see me posting on Weibo at 11 o'clock? You still use Weibo?... Oh, my younger brother taught him? Tell him to leave me alone for pocket money within three months , no, this is punishment for his meddling."
"What new book? "Luohe Divine Book"? Chi Chi, the sun is coming out in the west, you still care about this? Ah? Yes, it is signed to Yuanyue Club. The editor sent is too annoying, I am afraid that I will not sign She hung herself on the tree in my yard, where should I throw the body away... Hey, you said that you have worked with this shabby publishing house that is about to close down for most of your life, why didn't they pay me more for your sake? Some royalties?"
"... Just kidding, don't yell, don't yell."
"Writers Association meeting? No."
"What am I going to do, isn't it just writing something? Ah, a third-rate writer of fast food junk literature... You should give your speech well, don't look down halfway through the speech and see my face with high blood pressure."
The man's voice is deep and magnetic.
He covered himself face down in the quilt, letting the soft duvet slip off the strong muscles of his shoulders... While touching Er Gouzi's big head, he was talking on the phone in a dawdly manner. Tell the elders in the family to pay attention to their health, and ignore the cynicism over there, "When will you write something serious and when will I live a long life"...
Three minutes later, Hiukawa hung up the phone.
Couldn't sleep anymore after that.
When he got up, took a shower, and walked out of the bathroom, those brown pupils no longer looked soft and lazy because they were full of sleepiness... An unknown gloom shrouded his eyes, which meant—
Maybe it's sleep deprivation, or something else.
He is not in a very good mood today.
…
This is so hard, I thought I picked up some cheap old seedlings.
Came to the editorial office early in a sunny mood, brewed expensive coffee, turned on the computer to watch a movie, and was drinking half a cup of coffee leisurely, when Lao Miao heard footsteps outside the door...
Looking up, he saw a man in a dark blue casual suit standing outside the door. The casual suit had a pure dark blue bottom, and the three white bars on the right sleeve and right trouser leg set off his limbs even more. Slender... When Lao Miao stood up to greet him, he was holding a pure black long-handled umbrella in his hand, as if he had just put it away.
There was a small puddle of water dripping from an umbrella on the ground.
Leaning the umbrella to the door casually, Hiukawa walked in, walked up to Lao Miao and looked around—finally, his eyes fixed on the seat next to Lao Miao... There was no one sitting there when I came last time, now It is already full of things, the most conspicuous one is a drinking glass with a small cover on it, on which stands a cartoon banana man with a wicked smile on his face, lifting the peel of his hem to reveal the big white roots Toy ornaments.
Hiukawa: "..."
Having already guessed whose seat this is with his clever toes, the man pulled out her chair and glanced at the monkey cushion on the chair... With a step on his long legs, he sat down swaggeringly, looked at Lao Miao, and avoided Going to exchange pleasantries and get straight to the point: "Yu Yao called me yesterday afternoon, saying that you are fighting for the proofreading right of "Luohe Divine Book" and the editor's signature?"
Lao Miao probably didn't expect him to be so direct, so he was taken aback for a while, "ah", and didn't realize it all at once... After a few seconds, he nodded: "Yes, I was actually going to talk to you about this today, our editor There have been some disputes within the ministry over the proofreading of the book."
The man raised his chin to signal him to continue: "How do you say?"
With a smile on his face, Lao Miao changed his usual eccentric look when he was swearing at the first ceremony: "It's like this, "Luohe Shenshu" is a new attempt by our Yuanyue Club in the field of non-traditional literary themes. There is a lot of pressure on this book, this book must be a good seller...so you can't relax from the proofreading, you must have an experienced editor to start—”
Hiukawa: "Oh?"
Hiukawa stretched out his hand, seemingly absent-mindedly playing with the evil banana figurine on the lid of the cup.
Lao Miao continued: "I have two small editors who can operate the first school and the third school. One is Chuli, you have met; To be on the safe side, I just want to hand over the first and third grades of this book to Xiaoniao, and Chuli will be unhappy when he hears it, and he must make a fuss about the right to proofread this book—"
Hiukawa: "Oh."
Seeing that Hiukawa didn't express his opinion, Lao Miao was just seriously playing with the evil-looking banana man, and immediately began to sigh and express annoyance: "Da Da is a judge, an intern editor who has only been here for less than half a month and hasn't become a full-time editor yet. How can you be responsible for such an important project?"
"That's right?" Hiukawa sneered, with a look of listening attentively, "Is there any other reason?"
"Yes! What's more, Xiaoniao and I, Lao Miao, have always been fans of the teacher. We have admired you since the teacher's debut work "Oriental Charm Records"," Lao Miao said, "I sometimes think about it, seventeen At the age of 1, his first work showed his prowess, and he was called the most promising young writer. At the age of nineteen, he had already published three works. He joined the Provincial Writers Association at such a young age, and his family has a scholarly family with successors... Teacher, don’t you Genius!!!"
Lao Miao's last words were resounding, as if spoken from the bottom of his heart—
To be honest, he was just flattering Hiukawa's gorgeous resume in all sincerity... However, what he never expected was that this flattering just slipped on the horse with one hand!
After hearing his confession, the man's slender fingertips, which were fiddling with the small toy, suddenly paused—the long and thick eyelashes drooped, covering up the flash of darkness in the brown pupils. He stretched out his hand and held the banana man Put the lid back on the teapot squarely.
The man sneered and said mockingly: "Scholarly family, is there anyone who succeeds?"
As if pondering over the words carefully, the man raised his head, his smile suddenly subsided, and he changed the topic: "Old Miao, I have published a lot of books, and I have dealt with many editors of various types in various publishing houses. I always thought there was an unwritten rule in your industry, as if whoever signed the book should be the responsible editor of the book?"
Lao Miao was taken aback.
"And from project establishment, to proofreading, to cover design, to book packaging technology, and finally to listing, all the procedures should be completed by the responsible editor, right?" Hiukawa raised the corners of his lips and glanced sideways from the corners of his eyes. Lao Miao was stunned for a moment, "Are you the editor in charge of "Luohe Divine Book"?"
"..."
"I said it was you?"
"..."
"It's not you, why did you start to assign the person in charge of the follow-up work so consciously, have you read what is written in this book?"
"..."
"Old Miao, you haven't signed the contract for half a month. How long has it been with your little editor?" Hiukawa stretched his legs and said with a smile, "Three days."
three days? It wasn't just a few days ago... Lao Miao's eyes widened, and Zhou Chuan stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "The little girl was afraid that you would lose face, so she called me specifically to ask me not to expose the contract and sign it so quickly, here you go!" What about Wan Zun, why don’t you thank him? You want to take away the proofreading right from him, isn’t that bad?”
I don't understand the conversation that was apparently harmonious and pleasant just now, so the style of painting suddenly changes as soon as I say it, and the master in front of me turns his face as soon as he says it...
In the confusion of Lao Miao, Zhou Chuan stood up and patted the wet water droplets on his sleeves: "Genius is exempt, and the group of old men in the Writers Association got me in because of my old man's sake." ... I, Hiukawa, am a third-rate fast food junk writer—the original words of my old man..."
Hiukawa paused, thought for a while and smiled: "However, I still have the dignity of being a literary writer. I have written every single word today. Anyone who expects to rely on those crooked thoughts will sit on my shoulders." Covering the sky with one hand, that’s not okay.”
The smile on the man's face was scarier than the smile of Lord Hades.
Lao Miao: "..."
At this time, hearing Zhou Chuan suddenly and sarcastically emphasizing something like "third-rate fast-food trash", Lao Miao suddenly remembered some unproven rumors in the circle... Said that Zhou Chuan and his father, Mr. Zhou Guxuan —
There are disagreements in writing.
Immediately, his face turned green and pale for a while, and he finally understood the reason for the sudden embarrassment of the man in front of him, and he stood up abruptly: "Big Daddy, I really didn't mean anything to those words just now, I really like your book..."
Hirukawa waved his hand, motioning him to shut up.
Lao Miao fell back on the chair with a dejected look on his face, looking like he wanted to slap both of himself—
Hirakawa stuffed the chair under his butt back into someone's seat.
"My meaning is quite clear. I don't care about your small thoughts about fighting in the office, just don't blame me—" the man said lightly, "Don't say who the first school and the third school are in this book. I will hand over the second school to others, and if Lian Yuyao can't be the master, I will go up and find someone to be the master."
"..." The man lowered his eyes, "I'm done talking, goodbye."
After saying that, he never looked at Lao Miao again, and walked out without looking back... Opening the door of the editorial department, the outside changed from light rain in the morning to a downpour, and the cool wind blowing head-on made the unknown fire in the man's heart slightly extinguished As soon as he looked up, he saw a banana man standing in the corridor, staggering like a dog and shaking his body.
Hiukawa: "..."
Hiukawa: "Go out without an umbrella?"
"Forget it."
Hearing the voice of the question, the little girl lowered her head and answered fluently. After a while, she seemed to realize that something was wrong. She turned her head stiffly, and when she met Hiukawa, she was stunned for a while.
Hiukawa raised the corners of his lips, showing meanness: "On the big weekend, the editors rushed to work overtime, and the editor-in-chief of Yuanyue Society gave you ecstasy?"
Chu Li looked confused, and pointed to the editorial department behind the man: "Mr. Hikawa? Ah, I'm here to get the documents..."
... But you were under the unspoken rules of Lao Miao? His face was as dark as Bao Gong's.
Ignoring Chu Li's inquisitive and confused face, the man glanced at her, took his umbrella and was about to go out - what to get the documents, obviously he ran to stop him halfway because he was worried after reading Lao Miao's circle of friends...
The man complained mercilessly in his heart, and slowed down here. Sure enough, he had just walked out of the corridor and went down a few steps of the stairs, but was stopped by someone from behind. He turned his head and looked at a pair of anxious eyes.
Hiukawa paused, knowingly asked, "What are you doing?"
"...Mr. Zhou Chuan, I know what you came to tell Lao Miao. He posted it on Moments yesterday." Chu Li stood at the stairs, kneeling on the wall nervously, showing half of his nervous face. , "But can you think about it for a while, think about me, give me a chance, I will definitely work hard to make this book for you..."
Chu Li's voice became softer as he spoke.
In the end, it was like a mosquito humming.
Hiukawa accidentally thought of the silly roe deer appearance that night when she was talking and crying, and even scolded and dumped the blame on the innocent Mr. L...
The man narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting for him to be in a bad mood, so he suddenly became wicked, raised the corner of his lips and snorted: "Think about you? Okay, what do you give in exchange?"
When he spoke, he spoke in that usual suave and rascal tone. After he finished speaking, he waited for Chu Li to jump up and scream and call him a rascal. Out of the corner: "Use my four-year professional career in Chinese language and literature!"
Hiukawa: "..."
In the sound of the heavy rain washing the ground outside the office building of the publishing house.
The man standing on the stairs raised his head slightly, and looked at the little girl who was standing at the top of the stairs bending over and staring at him as he spoke: the firmness on that face seemed to have encouraged her lifelong courage.
The man's eyes moved.
He restrained his jokes and jokes, looked at her, and suddenly smiled for real, his tone became calm: "Okay, then think about you."
…
When Chu Li took out the printout of "Luohe Divine Book" from the office, he was thinking about how not to get the book wet, but when he came to the stairwell, he saw a long black umbrella leaning against the wall with water on it. The trace is not dry.
Chu Li stepped forward, bent down and picked up the umbrella.
…
That night, Yu Yao announced in the work group that Chu Li was the person in charge of the first and third schools of "Luohe Divine Book", and she was in charge of the second school herself;
And the final responsibility for editing this book follows the basic default rule of "whoever signs it is responsible for editing", and Chu Li is also in charge. I hope that Chu Li will work hard to take on such a heavy responsibility, and don't let the agency down.
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