Three minutes later, Hiukawa leaned against the big iron gate of the yard with his arms folded, and looked coldly at the little girl who was hurrying back with a mobile phone that had dropped its pendant. There was a lot of water on the wet ground, and she walked in a hurry. Like bouncing over those puddles.
When she finally came to the man.
"Walk well," the man said lightly, "What are you jumping about?"
Chu Li was a little confused, blinked and raised his head: "What, what?"
Hiukawa kept his aloof attitude unchanged: "You want to take my favorite work to the Internet cafe, sit among a group of Internet addicted teenagers playing League of Legends, and listen to them yelling 'Hengmei Leng is on Sazi! ''Bow your head and be willing to be a bud' while proofreading my favorite work of Hiukawa?"
First ceremony: "..."
Chu Li moved her lips, and before she had time to speak, Hiukawa interrupted her: "Answer after you think about it, a wrong answer may cause me to lose my temper, what kind of temper have you seen before, can you use that sign?" If you break the contract, I will stuff it into the alchemy furnace with you to make elixir."
First Ritual: "………………"
Chu Li didn't want to be refined into an elixir.
but…
She moved her lips: "Teacher, please be sober, it is impossible to open a house. My father is a people's policeman. With a flick of a finger, he can know where I have been and who I have had a house with. If he finds out I had a room with a man…”
Hiukawa: "Will he put a kitchen knife around my neck to force me to come to propose marriage?"
Chu Li: "...Maybe."
Hiukawa looked up and down at the little girl standing in front of him, and finally came to the conclusion that if the bomb was tied to him, he might not even be able to propose marriage, so after more than ten seconds of bewildered silence, he nodded: " Then there is the answer, I will lend you my study room for one night - there is a department store opposite the gate of the community, you can buy disposable underwear, it is very cheap, I will reimburse you if it exceeds 50 yuan... Half an hour later, the door of the house can not be seen You, I'll call the police."
"..." Chu Li was dumbfounded, "Teacher, you may have a bright future if you become a bandit."
"How do you know?" Hiukawa also looked surprised, "During the third year of high school, I hesitated between becoming a bandit or a writer for half a year, and finally washed my hands with the Golden Pen of the Golden Dragon Gang based at the canteen in front of the school. Choose to be a writer."
It was answered without hesitation.
First ceremony: "..."
In terms of shamelessness, she is still no match for this man.
…
Twenty-nine minutes later, Chuli, who was carrying a small supermarket bag, was out of breath, put his hands on his knees, and returned to Hiukawa—through the iron gate Hiukawa showed her the screen of his mobile phone, the three numbers "110" After dialing two "1", Hiukawa hung up the phone and opened the iron door.
It was nine twenty in the evening.
Chu Li re-entered the small courtyard with a completely different mood from just now. As soon as he entered the room, he saw a big dog squatting on the sofa and yawning wildly. Going back to his kennel, occupying the sofa by himself, and pointing to the end of a certain direction: "Study."
Chu Li nodded, and walked inside holding the photocopies of proofreading. After walking two steps, he heard Riu Chuan say calmly behind him: "The door is open, if you have any questions, just ask."
Chu Li nodded: "Thank you teacher."
Hiukawa was taken aback: "Thank you for what?"
Chuli: "Thank you teacher for taking me in."
"Oh," Hiukawa said with a blank face of "what is it?", with the palm facing himself and the back of the hand facing outward, he waved, "Go."
Chu Li nodded, turned around and entered the study. Turning on the lamp, Chu Li was stunned by the overwhelming collection of books in the study. The study of the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang is much more cultural than imagined: from Western classics to Eastern ancient books to popular novels, up to Thomas Eliot's "The Waste Land" Down to Jiang Yucheng's debut work "Yin Marriage", she even found a book called "Looking for Dragon Points, Fengshui Tombs", thinking it was a novel out of curiosity, she took a look, opened it and looked at the various soul paintings inside——
It's really feng shui...
It is not an exaggeration to say that Hiukawa's study includes astronomy and geography, and it is different from ordinary people who pretend to be fake. These brick-like books can be found on it if you take out a book at random. Carefully read the traces...
I began to suspect that Zhou Chuan's sentence "Take you to refine the elixir" just now was not just casual talk. Chu Li was afraid that she might accidentally touch some mechanism and enter the secret room and see a huge alchemy furnace... She shook the book in her hand with awe in her heart. I stuffed it back, sat down at the desk, opened the photocopy and started proofreading...
At this time, the screen of the mobile phone lights up, and a message pops up——
[Mr. L who disappeared: What are you doing?]
Chu Li grabbed the phone.
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Proofread the new book of Richuan Juju, there is still a quarter left! Tomorrow will be dead, and the power and water supply at home will be cut off at this time. It really killed me!]
[Disappearing Mr. L: Is there a power outage in your house? So how do you proofread? not at home?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: I found a proofreading place outside.]
[Disappeared Mr. L: Where?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: ...Internet cafe, where else can I go.]
After the message was sent out, Chu Li heard a soft noise from outside, as if someone jumped up from the leather sofa in an instant, and after a few seconds, he lay back down again—Chu Li was about to ask what happened to the great god outside Could it be that when he saw the cockroaches being scared, he heard Hiukawa's serious voice: "Banana man, what are you doing? Are you hiding in the study and playing with your mobile phone?"
First ceremony: "..."
Glancing at the phone in his hand, Chu Li rolled his eyes, put down the phone and worked hard.
Sitting in the serious eight-book study, surrounded by a quiet and comfortable environment, Chu Li’s work is very efficient, and the photocopies in his hands are flipping through, except for the remaining pages that are gradually thinning, and the occasional gap between the study and the living room. Dialogue that will ring out—
Chu Li: "Teacher, 'she smiled and said with a frosty face', there are contradictions, which one should be deleted?"
Hiukawa: "Delete 'face as frost'."
Chu Li: "Are you going to delete this if you don't read the context?"
Hiukawa: "I can't remember the text I wrote myself? Do you still need to read it?"
Chu Li: "Then tell me who is this sentence describing?"
Hiukawa: "The protagonist."
Chu Li: "It's the female supporting role."
Hiukawa: "..."
…
Chu Li: "Teacher, 'He doesn't know what to wear and he will dominate the ups and downs'... What are you talking about?"
Hiukawa: "Show me the text before and after the photo, and send a Q."
Chu Li took out his phone and clicked to take a photo, and sent the photo to Hiukawa's Q. There was a minute of silence outside, and a man's calm voice came: "I don't know what I'm talking about, delete it."
First ceremony: "..."
…
Chu Li: "Teacher, you have a bug. The protagonist just crawled out of the quagmire and appeared in front of everyone like a banished fairy. What's wrong?"
Hiukawa: "Where?"
Chu Li: "The main character has just crawled out of the quagmire—then he appeared in front of everyone and then had a long fight behind him, during which he kept praising him for being like a fairy in fluttering white clothes. This can't be deleted, you should come and see..."
Before the words were finished, Zhou Chuan had already appeared at the door of the study, walked quickly to Chu Li, snatched the red pen from her hand, and quickly found the places that Chu Li said, it was as beautiful as when he signed the contract The wording was changed a few times... Then he paused: "Is it all right?"
When the man spoke, he half bent his waist, propped the table with his right hand, and held the pen in his left hand... When he spoke, the voice was close at hand, Chu Li was stunned, and nodded.
Hiukawa threw away the pen and checked the progress of the work. It was already two o'clock in the morning. Chu Li had already proofread the protagonist's final battle, and there were only 5% left in the full text. Hiukawa nodded with satisfaction: "I'm going to take a bath, you Be good, don't make trouble."
Chu Li: "Why are you talking to me in the same tone you used to talk to Ergou?"
Hiukawa took a deep look at Chu Li, said "um", turned and left the study - leaving Chu Li alone with a black question mark face, asking you what, you "um" wool, "um"
…
Hirakawa took a bath for a while, and it was about half an hour after he came out of the bathroom—the man was wearing a bathrobe and wiping his wet hair with a towel, and was about to ask the banana-man monkey in the study to take a bath before doing work, and walked to the study before, but found that the study was eerily quiet.
Stretching out his head, he saw that the man had fallen asleep lying on the desk with a pen in his hand.
Hiukawa: "..."
Walking into the study, trying to wake her up, she caught a glimpse of a large red ink mark on her face drawn by a water-based pen from the corner of her eye... The man abruptly stopped shouting at the edge of his mouth, paused, and his brown eyes flickered.
There were 10,000 kinds of "correct measures that the male protagonist in the Korean drama Mary Su should take at this time" flashed through my mind, and the answer all pointed to one - the man made up his mind and threw the towel, and stood beside the chair and the sleeping little girl After making gestures, he bent down, picked up her arm and put it around his neck, and wrapped the other arm around her waist—
One two three hard...
Well, I can't hold it.
Hiukawa silently let go of the hand around Chu Li's waist, took a half step back, and stared at her sleeping face for a long time, as if he was wondering why this person looked so thin and grew up eating stones so dead Shen
While she was silent, she suddenly saw the cell phone she threw on the table flickering—
[Xiao Niao: Sis, the deadline for submission of the first day of the day after tomorrow is coming.]
Hiukawa was stunned: Is this guy's WeChat content really displayed directly on the lock screen desktop
[Little Bird: Have you found the author's manuscript and finished it?]
[Xiao Niao: Editor-in-Chief Yu told you to only look for that one, so you didn't really just look for that one, did you? The three authors on my side have already asked them to write more, but there are only four authors in total, how can they support the weight of 3 P (*page number)?]
[Xiao Niao: Next time the author’s resources are not enough, I’ll tell you earlier, I’m so anxious that I can’t fall asleep when I suddenly think about it in the middle of the night.]
[Little Bird: Don’t think that you’ll be fine with Hiukawa’s manuscript as a shield. Who would want to work with you on a project like this next time?]
Hiukawa: "..."
Silently finished enjoying the midnight extras that popped up one after another.
The man looked away, and looked at the guy who was lying on his desk and sleeping well: his fair skin seemed transparent under the light of the desk lamp, and he could see the fine hairs and blue blood vessels on his cheeks... in that quiet There is a small shadow under the drooping eyelashes.
It is probably caused by lack of sleep for several consecutive days.
As if thinking about something, the man was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand, pulled the blanket on the bay window of the study, shook it off and covered her, and then pulled the proofreading book out from under her arm—
As soon as he turned around, his brown eyes met the sleepy-eyed big dog who was squatting quietly at the door of the study, and the big dog passing by temporarily when he got up in the middle of the night to pee.
Watching the owner raise his slender fingertips and press them on his thin lips in a silent gesture, the big dog tilted his head...
Reaching out to turn off the desk lamp, and turning off the mobile phone on the table, with the help of the desk lamp pouring into the study, the man turned and walked out of the study with a photocopy that was still half proofread.
The moonlight is thick.
The small study room is like a world isolated from the world, and no one can disturb it.