The big and small bags were brought home, those that should be put in the refrigerator were put in the refrigerator, those that should be put into the rice vat, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and condiments were put back in their respective places. Hirukawa stood in front of the refrigerator that was stuffed to the brim for the first time... and then Once felt that "life" is a verb.
The man holding the door of the refrigerator sighed, "Wonderful."
On the other side, Chuli, who was about to make borscht, found a cutting board. Er Gouzi is a dog. Dogs can’t eat onions, so don’t put onions. Wash the cutting board and start chopping the beef—he’s standing on the cutting board with a kitchen knife The little girl in front of the refrigerator was chopping meat "dongdongdong", without raising her head, she said to the man in front of the refrigerator: "Teacher, how old are you, can we not play with the refrigerator like a three-year-old child? It's always open like this." The refrigerator door, the refrigerator will break."
Hirakawa slammed the refrigerator door shut.
He took out his mobile phone and leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and started to play with his head. While playing, he suddenly said: "The fourth time, Madam Yu asked me if I was here, if I was free, and if I could have a meal with her..."
The "dong dong dong" on the cutting board paused for a while, Chu Li turned his head and glanced at Zhou Chuan, and then he came with a kitchen knife, and murmured while walking: "We have agreed in advance, I am not letting you Go, who you want to meet with is your business, I really don't care, but because of the meeting, you have given the illusion to Miss Yu, making her feel that she can bypass me and communicate directly with you, delaying my work, then I will be in You put rat poison in your meal..."
As soon as the man walked up to Zhou Chuan, the man with long arms and long legs stretched out his hand to support his forehead, bowed against the man's big hand, and raised his eyes: "How did you answer?"
Hiukawa: "'OK'."
Chu Li raised his voice: "'OK'?!"
"Knives and knives, hold them far away, swords have no eyes..." Hiukawa lowered his head and continued typing with one hand, "'If you have time, you are free, but because of my weird aesthetic, I hope to discuss it with the editor and artist. If you have something to do, you can talk to them Discuss, what do you think-'"
Read it word by word, type it word by word, click send after reading, and after three seconds, Madam Yu let out an "ah" and said unabashedly: [I hate dealing with editors the most, hehe, let's forget it , have a chance to come out to play again?]
Hiukawa read her reply one by one, and after reading, he raised his head to look at Chu Li, and as expected, he had that expression of being fucked up by a dog and being fucked up by a grass mud horse again... The man smiled: "Aren't you a fan of Yu Niangniang, huh? She asked me to use her, saying that she draws beautifully, commercially, and is very popular, and the combination with me is a strong alliance—"
"This is what Yuanyue Society said, and it cannot be denied that it is indeed the truth," Chu Li said with a blank expression, "But to be honest, I just turned from a passer-by to a black fan—look at the chat records in the group, and I will tell you A secret! In fact, I am the moderator of her so-called fan forum. First of all, it is just a CP to the forum and does not have a surname; That person is a very good friend of mine... "
Hikawa raised his eyebrows.
Chu Li sighed: "He writes a bit like you. It is true that someone called him Xiao Zhouchuan in the jar back then, but I have to say... His writing is very good and not at all annoying. It is at least seven or three times like your real deity. open-"
"Seventy-three?"
Well said six. What about quarto
But at this time, Chu Li watched the man raise his eyebrows so high that they almost flew into the hairline, and thought that he was particularly concerned about this kind of thing—the person in front of him was arrogant and small-hearted, so it was only natural that he would feel unhappy... Chu Li The words that came to my mouth swallowed back into my stomach, rolled around and spit out again: "... there is no seven or three, but there are still eight or two."
Hiukawa: "..."
This dog leg.
The wall is sloppy, talking about people when you see people, talking nonsense when you see ghosts, half an hour ago in front of Mr. L, you were talking about "you and Hiukawa are 50-50"... now it's 82-50-
Although there is no difference at all, this meeting makes me feel strangely angry: Mr. L has remembered all his kindness to you! Eat inside out!
While muttering in his heart, Hiukawa pushed Chuli's head not very gently, and patted her forehead with his big hand, but said with a serious face: "Go cook, I want to starve to death so that I can give you that title." Xiaohiukawa's friend will replace me?"
Chu Li said "Oh" and retreated to the cutting board, thought for a while, put down the kitchen knife and took out the mobile phone from his trousers pocket, and as expected, he saw the private knock of the cocoon empress after being rejected by Hiukawa—
[Broken cocoon: I can start the design of the character when Hiukawa is big, now please tell me the size? Horizontal or vertical? How many characters? Is the background complex? Royalties?]
[Broken Cocoon: Let me tell you first, the first two photos in mid-August, the time is too fast, according to the complicated procedure of the pictures, you have to pay an expedited fee, if you don’t want to, forget it.]
[Pococoon: You can think about it and give me an answer before tomorrow.]
First ceremony: "..."
Chu Li picked up the kitchen knife again, but he didn't know who to chop better.
The contrast of "Cute in front of Hiukawa and Nima behind Hiukawa" is too big and too cute, you can feel the cold tone of the other side and a kind of inexplicable anger through the screen...
Eldest sister, it's Hiukawa who doesn't like you, and it's not Hikawa because I don't like you, what the hell!
At this time, holding the mobile phone, looking at the firmness of "adding money", "must add money" and "don't talk about it if you don't add money", Chu Li has a premonition: no matter what the effect of the finished product picture is, this time the drawing process I'm afraid it won't go so well...
——She must be prepared to gain three catties from overwork again.
that night.
During the period of moving and furnishing, Chu Li deliberately went to Weibo during the intermission, and found some ancient style illustrations that she thought were suitable and sent them to Cocoon—
[The sailors invited by the monkeys: 300dpi (*picture resolution) or more, size A4, horizontal spread, the background is not complicated and meets the artistic conception of the scene, two pictures, two people in each picture, the expedited fee is together Liuqian, teacher, do you think it is suitable?]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Publishing novel cover manuscripts is no better than other types of manuscripts. Basically, this is already the highest price that can be offered. Other publishing houses may give you three or four thousand at most. I believe you can understand .]
After Chu Li finished speaking, Cocoon was silent for about half an hour, and then said "yes" to Chu Li, and then there was no reply.
…
The following weekend, Chu Li was busy moving, and she didn't have time to chase after Yu Yu's butt to ask about the progress of the manuscript—she herself was as tired as a dog the whole weekend, and Hiukawa, as the landlord, arranged some new furniture and hardware for her, The rest of the mattress pads and clothes hangers and other odds and ends were all brought back by Chu Li himself after he went to the household goods store to buy them all...
On Sunday night, the 70-square-meter attic that belonged to her finally looked like someone lived in it—you can see the sunset pouring into the attic through the white gauze curtains when you open the window, and the wooden floor will make a slight crunching sound when you step on it. ...Compared to the small apartment where she used to live in the toilet where her head touched her head and her butt behind her, her quality of life has taken a qualitative leap.
All this is thanks to the benefactor.
In the evening, because he knew how to repay his kindness, Chu Li cooked a sumptuous dinner for Hiukawa and Ergou with all his heart... But to Chulu's surprise, Hiukawa announced something at the dinner table: the next day will be On Monday night he will fly to the next province to attend the Writers Association Conference.
"..." This sudden decision stunned Chu Li, who was sitting at the table with his head buried in the rice, "Isn't it true that you won't go even if you're killed?"
Hiukawa lifted the corners of his lips to reveal his white teeth: "You were just joking about the rotten chicken soup that I poured in the car that night?"
Chu Li looked bewildered: "...No."
Hiukawa nodded, picked up the bowl and took a sip of soup politely: "Congratulations, I'm not just listening."
First ceremony: "..."
…
The next day, a working day.
Chu Li reluctantly got up from the bed—the last time she slept on such a good bed seemed to be before her senior year in high school. She almost forgot that there is another kind of bed in this world that is so soft that it makes people feel like the princess and the pea...
Expressing my gratitude to the actor teacher again in my heart, I yawned, took a bath and put on makeup. Opening the door from the attic and walking down, Chu Li immediately saw the big dog squatting on the stairs wagging its tail with an empty rice bowl in its mouth. The moment Chu Li saw him, his pricked ears instantly fell down and pressed against his forehead , a pair of almond dog eyes looked eagerly at the little girl standing at the top of the stairs.
Chu Li went downstairs, took the empty food bowl from Big Dog's mouth, dug out the leftovers from the rice cooker, opened a can, mixed it, and put it on Er Gouzi's eating mat—no need to say hello. Followed closely behind her buttocks, keeping her eyes on the food bowl for a moment, as if the big dog that was her own lifeblood plunged her head into the bowl...
When Ergou was eating, Chuli washed his hands and hurriedly made a human breakfast. He brought it to the dining table and wanted to call him Riuchuan, but he saw a note left on the table, which contained three sentences—
[I didn’t sleep until 4:30 last night, don’t call me for breakfast, don’t eat.]
[Don't leave it for me, the rules of the family: the food on the dining table is the second dog's by default, if you don't believe me, try it.]
[Although you dare to try, I dare to throw you out.]
The font is flamboyant, unruly, and the tone of voice is pulling and domineering-to sum up, you can guess who wrote the note with your toes... Chu Li put down the note, so he had to eat breakfast by himself, and still faced the day before going out. Chuan made a grimace at the door of the room that was tightly closed, but when he turned his head and saw the packed suitcase in the entrance, Chu Li gave a sudden pause, a little dazed—
Is Hikawa really going to attend the Writers Association Conference in the next province? Isn't it very contradictory
Did I really convince him
I
… real or fake
Which sentence convinced him? The one at the top of the food chain
God, he won't go to fight with the old men and women of the Writers Association, will he
On the way to the editorial department, I kept thinking about this matter, and I was vaguely worried that if Hiukawa got into a fight with the old man and old lady of the Writers Association, wouldn't it be my fault? While the blind chicken was worried, Chu Li was always distracted...
When he arrived at the editorial department, Yu Yao gave back to Chu Li the selected topic of A Gui's essay that could be published. It was an article called "Hearing", about the paparazzi in the modern entertainment industry... Waking up from the fantasy of "Hikawa fights with old men and old ladies and may not be able to fight", he immediately went to the "Hearing" to proofread the photocopy, and entered the first school.
The morning time was quickly spent on proofreading A Gui’s essay. During lunch, Yu Yao asked Chu Li how the cover of "Luohe Divine Book" was progressing, and it was only then that Chu Li remembered that there are still such troublesome things in the world. Son, I immediately opened Q to ask Miss Yu about her progress... At this time, Ah Xiang turned to look at her from the side: "It's hard to rush to draw manuscripts, you'd better not be so relieved."
This is of course a kind reminder, so Chu Li smiled at Ah Xiang, at this moment she still didn't take it seriously—
It's just a reminder, how difficult can it be
Until she found that her inquiry had disappeared again, and Empress Yu's reply was fixed at the end of last Saturday night with the word "good", and then she just disappeared...
Obviously Q is actually online, isn't she in front of the computer and hasn't gotten up yet
Chu Li had to wait patiently, but ten minutes later, while she was eating and scrolling through Weibo, she accidentally came across a new Weibo from Yu Niangniang ten minutes ago. A screenshot of the witty conversation during Q chat, talking about an interesting incident that happened in the game yesterday, the editor asked her, what about your manuscript
She just laughed there.
There are a lot of fans below, "hahahahahaha", "It's so cute", "It's a salty fish hahahaha"——
Chuli: "????"
So you are free to play games.
It's just that the schedule for "painting" is very tight
So you are there.
Just choose "ignore me online" mode
……………………… Salted fish? Stop insulting the salted fish. After the salted fish died, it still exists seriously as a delicacy, creating a great value that three chopsticks can make a bowl of rice. How about you? !
just stinks, my friend! ! ! !
Chuli Sanguan was shaken again, thinking that she liked her before, and it was only because she only needed to look at her pictures when she was willing to draw; instead of pressing her when she was unwilling to draw like now The head asked her to draw and asked to see her drawing...
Chu Li opened up Q while thinking about it, specially selected the four-person chat group and started going crazy @cocoon, and sent three or four messages in a row—
[Shuijun invited by the monkey: @胶肤师 Is there, can I ask about the progress of the manuscript?]
[Shuijun invited by the monkey: Is @破cocoon teacher there? The line draft of the manuscript is almost there, and the composition should be ready.]
[Shuijun invited by the monkey: Is @胶肤师 here, I saw your Weibo.]
[Shuijun invited by the monkey: Is @货肠师 here? Q chatting with relatives and friends so happily is really enviable. Such a happy draft must have been completed with a line draft or at least a composition, right?]
During Chu Li's typing, Ah Xiang leaned over and sat on the back of her chair to watch. After watching for a while, she let out a "wow" in admiration: "Your tone of voice is also very annoying."
Chu Li didn't even look back, thought for a while and said, "I'm really afraid that I'll please her."
During the conversation, when Chu Li typed out the fifth line, Yu Niangniang finally appeared... I have to say that she has an automatic filter function for any sarcasm in the past few years. Facing Chu Li's ridicule, Her tone is very natural and cute—
[Broken Cocoon: Come, come, come! One of the spreads has been sketched! Wait for you to see!]
[Broken Cocoon: Wait for me to open the file.]
Three minutes later.
[Brococoon: Wait a minute, ah, there seems to be something wrong with my software, oh my god! ! ! ! ! ! ! !]
[Broken cocoon: The file is damaged QAQ Oh my god, I worked all day yesterday to finish the line draft... I have to draw again.]
[Broken cocoon: @猫子免费的水军, wait a minute, I’ll remake it now, and I’ll give it to you before you get off work in the afternoon, but time is tight, maybe the draft really only has to see the composition?]
At this time, Chu Li can only say two answers to choose from—
One: OK.
Two: Fuck you.
[The sailors invited by the monkey: . . . . . . . OK]
Ah Xiang sat on the back of the seat for the first ceremony and said quietly: "In the past few years as an editor, my various drawing software have crashed beyond repair. , It can always be about 20 times, except that the software is broken, and I am sick; my cat is sick; my distant relative has passed away; dysmenorrhea; power failure; Disaster..."
Ah Xiang: "If you believe it, you are a fool."
Chu Li: "What can I do, I can't say, be my three-year-old child, get out—this kind of lines belong to Teacher Hiukawa."
Ah Xiang: "Unfortunately, the teacher is not here."
Chu Li curled his lips: "He's still sound asleep, what a fart!"
As soon as the words fell, I felt that Ah Xiang fell into silence behind me. Chu Li raised his hand and slapped his mouth and turned his head. As expected, he saw that Ah Xiang's head was lifted from the back of her seat. He looked at her brightly.
"Aren't these authors like this?" Chu Li forced his composure on his face, "I won't see anyone until the afternoon."
"Oh," Ah Xiang took a deep look at Chu Li, "Yes?"
First ceremony: "..."
…
Half past twelve.
In a high-end residence in the center of City G.
The man trapped in the middle of the big bed woke up in a daze for some inexplicable reason, his brows were furrowed, and his handsome face looked a little frosty due to lack of sleep... He struggled to reach out from under the quilt and grabbed the bedside phone to check the time. Realizing that it was still early, he let out a long sigh: "What are you doing..."
Unconsciously pressing his fingers to enter Q, the man discovered that there were two messages from different people on the Q of Sima Shi, who could never find a living author—
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Fuck, this cocoon lady is so good, if the club insists on using her, I really want to fly her! While playing games on the weekend, I told me that the schedule is too tight and I need to pay more excuse me! Today I lied to me again saying that I have already drawn a draft, but the software crashed and the file was broken and I have to redraw it! It's time to be so bad-hell I'll believe it! ! ! ! ! Made! Super angry!]
[Broken cocoon: The editor of QAQ Yuanyue Society is so strange. I made an appointment for a manuscript on Saturday, and came to ask for a draft early in the morning on Monday... Even if it is urgent, you can’t be urged like this. Are you also urged by them like this? ?]
The message sending time is basically counted as front and back.
Hiukawa: "... ... ... ..."
What are you doing, being a member of Lao Tzu's neighborhood committee
Mediation for you every day
Especially the silly roe deer, the banana man, who told you not to use this foot-washing maid and still didn't listen!
You deserve it!
The man lay on the pillow and was silent for ten seconds. After ten seconds, he opened the memo app and typed "Really? Exceeding the score, ignore her", select all, copy, open Q, and quickly paste it twice to two times. In a dialog—
Sent and sent.
After doing everything, the man let out a long sigh of relief, clicked to lock the screen of the phone, then threw the phone away, lifted the quilt, and continued to sleep.
conscience
He has no conscience.
patience
I forgot to bring it when I was born.
Responsibility
The contract has been signed and the manuscript has been handed in, the rest is none of his business, what a fuss!
The author has something to say:
Hiukawa: If you do it yourself, you will do it for me with tears in your eyes!
Hiukawa: If there is a small public opinion in this world, it can only be me!