"What's the matter with you?" The man held the phone far away from his ears, "What's the matter here at night if you don't sleep, have you been drinking?"
"I didn't drink, your foot-washing maid did." Chu Li was holding the phone, barefoot, feet hanging outside the window, stepping on a tile on the roof, and the tile was rattling by her, "four five There was no such person in the sky, and on the fifth day, I prayed to God and the Buddha finally appeared and told me that I would hand in the manuscript tonight, and then continued to search for no such person—when I remembered to look for her, I found her kindly saying to fans on Weibo Good night, finally disappeared without a trace, without a trace!"
"And then?" The man on the phone sneered, "You didn't call to hear me say 'I said it' to you again."
"Yes, didn't you just say, I'm asking you to return the favor."
"What favor?"
"Did you forget how you boarded the plane that day? After I rummaged through the boxes and chests to find out my ID card, who stood at the door of the house and swore to me that he owed me a favor when the sun was setting. Wearing colorful auspicious clouds, wearing the cloak of a world-class hero... ”
The man held the phone, and the smile on his lips became clearer... He sat on the edge of the window with his long legs, and his deep voice seemed to vibrate from his chest, which sounded lazy: "Oh, who is it?"
On the other end of the phone, the little girl's two white legs were hanging out of the window, shaking and shaking. Hearing the man's laughter on the other end of the phone, she paused her fingers, feeling that the laughter was so close at hand, as if she could feel the man's breath... Is the sound transmission effect of the current mobile phone too good? Her cheeks were slightly flushed, she took the mobile phone from her ears, and carefully pinched the hot earlobes with her cold fingertips, she put the mobile phone on her lap, pressed the speakerphone, and cleared her voice: "Can there be any more?" Who, don't play tricks, the second dog is a witness dog."
"... Banana Man, you—"
"...Don't talk to me in the same tone that my mother taught me to wear long johns, I'm afraid!"
Chu Li lifted a piece of tile with his thumb, retracted his foot, and there was a crisp sound of "click" at the beginning of the tile. Chu Li thought, this is probably the so-called Shangfang Jiewa, right
"Teacher Hiukawa, because of a kind of honey, opposites attract, Miss Yu seems to listen to you, even if she doesn't listen to you, she won't ignore you, so can you trouble me to ask her in the Q group? Ask her what's going on—it's not unreasonable for the agency to urge me so hard. "Luohe Shenshu" will be released in October, and it's already mid-to-late July. Our cover artist is still playing the game of pretending to be a missing person , appearing and disappearing, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water... I asked to submit the complete manuscript to the printing factory for proofing before mid-August!"
"Substitution."
The man's tone sounded understatement and decisive.
Chu Li was silent for a while, and said in a desperate tone: "However, Lao Miao has already made an official announcement. If you don't believe me, go to Weibo and have a look. It has been forwarded six thousand times. It seems that the whole world knows that you are going to cooperate with Yu Niangniang to produce "Luohe" The matter of "Shen Shu" - the leaders of the club are very happy at the moment, after Xu Jiang and Cheng Xinzuo signed with our club, the official Weibo of "Moonlight" hasn't been this lively for a long time."
Chu Li: "... and I haven't been so desperate for a long time."
Chu Li: "Do you know what riding a tiger is hard to get off? That's what I am now."
While talking, Chu Li poked and poked on the phone with his round fingertips... while absently playing with his phone, he sent a message to Mr. L asking him what he was doing, and by the way continued to see if Yu Niangniang was online—of course she was not. Yes, in fact, Chu Li wondered if he had been blocked.
But at this time, upon hearing Chu Li's request, there was silence on the phone.
Curiously, Chu Li picked up the phone and put it close to his ear, and was about to ask Hiukawa if he fell asleep... After a long time, he finally heard a small rustling sound coming from the phone, Chu Li called "Teacher", and then felt the The phone next to her ear vibrated, and she let out an "ah!" and took the phone away from her ear in shock!
Taking a closer look, it turned out that it was the group of four who poked open just now, and suddenly a new message popped up——
[Hi Chuan: How about the @破cocoon manuscript? After looking at the sketch, it seems to be very good, looking forward to the draft!]
Chu Li picked up the phone, put it down again, thought for a while and said sincerely: "... Thank you teacher."
Hiukawa: "Did you kneel down?"
First salute black question mark face.
Hiukawa: "Thank you on your knees."
First ceremony: "..."
The man was leaning against the window, teasing the little girl for having fun, before he had time to think about how she was being stunned, when the sound of a car engine sounded from the yard outside the house... The look on his face Smiling slightly, the brown pupils sank in the night, and the eyes flickered for a moment, then he paused for a moment and then changed into the same lazy tone as before: "I've done it for you, it depends on luck , stop bluffing all day—I am your author, not your man, and I have to wipe your ass every day."
"Speak well, where did you get 'Tian Tian'!"
Looking at the phone, Hiukawa thought to himself that it really is "every day". From the time you, a fool, started working until now, how much I have helped you both overtly and secretly, you know and don't know... Hey, thinking about it this way, I seem to be really You are as kind-hearted as Guanyin Bodhisattva, don't worship God this year during Chinese New Year, burn incense sticks and worship me.
Just thinking about it, the sound of conversation and footsteps came from the corridor outside. At the same time that someone outside knocked on the door and opened the door to enter, the man indifferently said "Hang up" and the girl on the other side hung up the phone. Putting down the phone, keeping the posture of sitting on the edge of the window without moving, facing the middle-aged man who walked in from outside the house—
The visitor had a pair of brown pupils exactly like him.
… In fact, no matter the eyes, even the facial features are unexpectedly lovesick, but the nasolabial folds on both sides of the nose are deepened due to age, making his appearance more serious and stable—he is wearing a fitted shirt and suit pants, after a day's work , the shirt is still snug and wrinkle-free, and the belt around the waist is tied meticulously, just like a standard veteran cadre...
Gu Xuan in the daytime.
Vice Chairman of S Province Writers Association, born in 1966, worked for People's Daily in C City, S Province in 1987, joined the Chinese Writers Association in 1998, served as Vice Chairman of S Province Writers Association in 2001, and member of the 10th National Committee of China Writers Association. Representative works, "Red Eagle", "Battlefield Sunset", "When the National Anthem Sounds", "Songs of Time".
——When he stood there and looked at Hiukawa silently, Hiukawa always felt that he was looking at a magic mirror decades later.
It has always been like this.
For nearly twenty-seven years, it has been.
"...every time I see you, I will dispel the idea that I might not be my own." Leaning against the window, the man tilted his head and raised his lips slightly, "Dad."
"What are you doing sitting by the window, be careful not to fall, come down." Zhou Guxuan obviously didn't bother to pay attention to his son's teasing, "Who are you talking on the phone with, it's rare to listen to you talking seriously?"
Hikawa wants to say that I am not a three-year-old child or a cat that climbs tall, but I can still fall from the window? In desperation, he could only stand up with his long legs, stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets, and answered his father's question: "The editor of Yuanyue Society called me and said it was the cover of "Luohe Shenshu". Something went wrong…”
Zhou Guxuan waved his hand and interrupted Zhou Chuan: "Old Xia called me a few days ago and told me about this. He asked me to find a calligrapher for you to use as the cover of your new book."
Hiukawa: "... I don't even know about it."
Find a calligrapher to write the title for this kind of novel whose readers are mainly between the ages of thirteen and thirty! This impulsive desire to fuck is crazy... Can it work
Zhou Guxuan's voice was low and majestic: "I found it for you. I wrote it all and sent it away. If it's done, what else can I say? If it's not done, I'll come to you!"
Erzhang Hiukawa couldn't figure it out, and was a little confused about the situation: "... At this time, I should say from time to time: Thank you, Dad?"
"No," Gu Xuan said, turning around and walking outside, "Your mother asked me to ask you to go downstairs to drink sugar water, and to see you by the way, and told us not to quarrel. I have completed the above tasks, come down."
Hiukawa: "..."
Stuffing the mobile phone into his trouser pocket, the man calmed down his usual frivolity and arrogance in front of his father. He lowered his eyes and even laughed lowly when his father mentioned "no quarrels"... Followed his father downstairs , halfway down, the person walking in front suddenly stopped—
Day Guxuan turned around and said to his son behind him, "I thought you still wouldn't come to this Writers Association meeting."
Hiukawa: "Surprise or not? Surprise or not?"
Day Guxuan seemed too lazy to pay attention to his scolding son's tone: "I'm curious, what made you change your mind?"
"..." Hiukawa thought for a while, "I am the editor."
"You edit?"
"She told me that people run away for a while, but they can't escape for a lifetime—do it if you don't like it, and die if you don't like it. Winners and losers, don't be mediocre."
Zhou Guxuan heard the words, standing against his son who was standing on a slightly higher step—it was exactly the same as him, but his brown pupils, which were a little cloudy because of his age, looked at the young man behind him without evasion, and did not hide his slight surprise...
But only for a moment.
He was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice didn't fluctuate at all: "You think you're going to the battlefield when you start a writing association? It's all your seniors, teacher, who watched you grow up wearing crotch pants—"
"My mother said I didn't wear crotch pants."
"Shut up - when the time comes, among so many people, you little bastard sit there, who knows who you are... and you still treat yourself as a dish, what success is king and loser, the meaning of the golden mean is profound and complicated, you will Do you understand?"
While talking, Zhou Guxuan turned around and continued to walk forward. Zhou Chuan obviously guessed that he would have this reaction, completely expected, and pursed his lips indifferently—
Just as I thought the matter was over, I didn't expect the middle-aged man walking in front to add to the sound of "da da" slippers stepping on the stairs: "But your editor is right... Congratulations!" You, after so many years, at least you met a mentor who can teach you how to behave as an editor."
Hiukawa: "... huh?"
Good teacher and helpful friend
who
a banana
This black humor is amazing, old man, are you going to transform into a Lu Xun-type writer
Hiukawa picked out his ears, he was in a dazed state of "excuse me", he was so dazed that he almost forgot that this was the first time since he was fifteen years old that he wasn't with him Dad quarreled when they met, and maintained the precious and rare——
A night of peace.
…
three days later.
City G.
Zhou Chuan’s Writers’ Association Conference is being prepared and will start that night. Chuli’s side is already in dire straits—it’s because on Wednesday afternoon, Editor-in-Chief Xia personally sent a pair of calligraphy characters as an inscription on the cover of “Luohe Divine Book”. Mr. is a serious calligrapher of the Eight Classics, an old-fashioned artist in the calligraphy circle of S province, his hands were shaking when Chu Li unfolded the inscription, thinking how much the hell is it worth
Later, when I learned that this old-school artist Xing Da was Hiukawa’s father’s best friend, I didn’t want a penny, and I was even more panicked——
How much is Hikawa's father's face worth? !
Yuanyue Society had the cheek to find Zhou Gu Xuanqiu's words. It seems that the "Luohe Shenshu" was really not just talk when it was said at the beginning: just this word can make the new literature and the old school coexist harmoniously. Positive energy headline published article 800 characters long Weibo...
And the readers will be even happier. Like Chu Li, of course they don't know the specific advantages of this calligraphy, but they will soon be the same as Chu Li. Knowing that this word is the work of a calligrapher recognized by the Zhenger Bajing Calligraphy Association, which can be found on Baidu, he knelt down silently to show his respect, and finally obediently handed over his wallet...
"I, I, I, I'll let the editor scan the documents right away..." Chu Li carefully held the calligraphy and painting.
"Well, it's okay," Editor-in-Chief Xia said, "I asked for such a good inscription on the cover. When it comes time to design the cover, I know that the title must be big. Only a big title can be intuitive to attract readers. The picture you asked is not the point. …By the way, what about the cover image of the appointment, open it for me to see what it looks like."
"..."
Chu Li was dumbfounded.
I didn't realize why this topic jumped so fast.
Putting the inscription aside carefully so that Teacher Xia would not accidentally damage her when he beat her, Chu Li took a deep breath, then shivered under the teacher's questioning gaze: "The painter showed one of the sketches of one of the people , Then, I couldn't contact her anymore and wanted to change her, but the legal side said that the contract had been settled and the deposit was paid, and the official Weibo of "Moonlight" magazine has also officially announced this cooperation... "
Speaking of the last ceremony, I wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Teacher Xia.
Teacher Xia fell into silence.
Then on the same day, Chuli saw what it was like to be an educated old dick, and experienced it for himself. Among them were three teammates: A Xiang, Lao Miao, and Yu Yao.
…Speaking of which, Yu Yao is really pitiful, he didn't do anything wrong, and he was busy following her subordinates to rush around and lie down on Emma.
Teacher Xia criticized the inefficiency of the editorial department of "Moonlight" magazine, and finally left a sentence "If you can't get the finished picture this week, don't do this book." After such shameless words, he walked away... Watching Teacher Xia off After leaving, Chu Li quietly asked Yu Yao: "What kind of experience is it like to lead a group of mentally retarded subordinates?"
Yu Yao: "To be honest, although I know it's inevitable, sometimes I really want to drag you to fill the sea."
First ceremony: "..."
Chu Li silently pulled out her chair and sat down, preparing to urge Empress Yu to submit the manuscript for the hundreds of times in her daily life. Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat down, she saw Empress Yu's head shaking and sent a huge offline drawing file.
At that time, Chu Li thought that he had been hallucinated by Teacher Xia—
Hiukawa's reminder seems to be useful? With a painful heart, Chu Li clicked on the file...
Then the whole person was so frightened that he almost sat on the floor.
—The picture sent by the cocoon empress is a finished draft of his mother. The line is drawn, the color is done, the background is done and the overall color structure of the picture is adjusted. The completion is perfect, and it is quite a beautiful draft. picture.
The young man in white clothes sat on a rock and lowered his head to wipe his long sword; behind him, a tall and burly man with white hair and red eyes stood behind him, with his sleeves folded, hesitant to speak; behind them were fallen leaves and flowers, the sky was blue, and a beast totem was faintly visible among the clouds. It is exactly the appearance of the animal head described in the article by the man with white hair and red eyes...
The whole painting, the artistic conception is in place, the characters are not only exquisite and handsome, but also have drama in their eyes... In Chuli's impression, there are only a handful of domestic painters who can achieve "the drama in the eyes of the characters".
— To be honest, just looking at the picture, the three thousand yuan is worth the money, and it is enough to make people understand why this Juju bastard has so many fans in a flash.
Really well drawn.
But at this moment, Chu Li was not happy at all, it could even be said that she was more shocked than pleasantly surprised... She called Ah Xiang, and then the two of them stared at the painting with four eyes in a daze and let go—
First of all, the overall structure of this painting is a right composition, and the title can only be placed on the left side of the picture;
Secondly, because it is a right-side composition, there is no such thing as a page spread, and the various layout styles that have been thought of before have to be repeated;
Thirdly, re-drawing, not to mention that there is only one drawing now, and there is still a draft that I have not seen, and according to the virtue of the cocoon empress, who has evaporated from time to time, it will be in time for the next printing in mid-August and the October book fair, but not in time for the book fair Teacher Xia can twist their heads off and throw them into the waste recycling bin;
In the end, there isn't much space left for the title in the whole picture, which means the title of the book has to be smaller than expected—
So here comes the problem.
The bigger the calligraphy, the more domineering and beautiful;
And Mr. Xia just set up a flag about five minutes ago. His original words are as follows: I asked for such a good inscription. When the time comes to design the cover, I know that the title must be big. Only a big title can be intuitive to attract people. Readers, the picture you made about is not the point.
Chu Li was silent for a while, and said: "... Really, in this situation, I choose to die."
Ah Xiang also said quietly: "... Take me on the road to Huangquan, and don't leave me to suffer in the purgatory on earth alone."
…
that night.
City C.
The Provincial Writers Association Conference was held smoothly. His father, Mr. Gu Xuan, delivered an important speech on the difference between modern literature and traditional literature at the conference—focusing on the importance of mutual integration and tolerance of the two under the changing times ;Emphasis that modern literature should not just blindly please readers, because of in-depth research, in line with the basic bottom line of writing "to convey the truth with words", to create...
During Mr. Guxuan's speech, his son, Zhou Chuan, a popular author of modern novels, his son who had heard his words for more than ten years, sat side by side with Jiang Yucheng, and listened. teach—
Jiang Yucheng bumped into Zhou Chuan with his shoulder: "I really didn't expect you to come, aren't you determined not to come and beat me to death?"
Hiukawa leaned against the backrest behind him with a calm expression: "It's shameful and useless to escape."
Jiang Yucheng smiled and said, "I haven't quarreled with your father in the past two days."
Hiukawa: "No, everyone has a tacit understanding that there will be no dialogue without dialogue. After trying to forget that the other party is my colleague, the relationship between father and son is still harmonious."
Jiang Yucheng: "..."
Looking at the man sitting next to him, who stretched his legs and raised the chair, who was out of shape in front of him, his eyes were indifferent. Frowning and conflicted eyes...
But overall, it was better than the last time he came to the Writers Association meeting a few years ago.
Jiang Yucheng moved his lips, and was about to ask Zhou Chuan what miraculous wife's oral liquid he had taken so calmly like a Maitreya Buddha, when he saw the man under the table and began to fiddle with his mobile phone—
Hirakawa opened the Q, and then saw a dozen or so bursts of bombardment from someone.
[The sailors invited by the monkey: "picture"]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: The picture that you kindly urged, isn’t it good? I think it is very beautiful, and it is the protagonist in my mind.]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: But it's useless.]
[Sailors invited by the monkeys: Composition on the right, can’t flip horizontally, leave enough space for the title, and draw the business picture for the cover as a promotional poster—I saw this picture twice in total, the first time was these two The line draft of one of the characters among the characters is a 100% completed draft for the second time! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: I'm going to you Mad, are there any painters who don't want to show the editor? ? ? ! ! ! !]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Mr. Xia just said that the title of the book should be aggressive, but then he sent me a picture with the author's name after writing the title? ! !]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: going crazy, really, the hairline is directly raised by one millimeter.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: But the picture is really good-looking, it may be that Yu Niangniang is true love for you-the degree of completion and care of the published cover manuscript of several thousand yuan is on the same level as the commercial manuscript of film and television games of tens of thousands of yuan, I am riding a horse now It feels like fire and ice.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: How angry, why are there people in this world who are talented but have no character? People don't know how to be innocent. I hate him! ! ! ! ! !]
The man raised his lips.
[Hiukawa: Are you complimenting her?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Hey, are you there?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Isn't it a meeting!]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: I really didn’t praise her. Do you think this kind of person is sick? If you have the strength, just draw a picture that everyone is happy, isn’t it good? What’s the matter?]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: Ergou cans are almost gone. A certain treasure searched for the next one according to the title. One can for lunch is enough for me to eat steamed buns for two months... I can't afford it, go yourself buy it.]
After complaining to the other side, I thought about my daily life again... Thinking of her looking for canned food with her mobile phone in her hand, and seeing the price, her eyes widened and she silently forked off the page.
The smile on the man's lips widened.
At the same time, when he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of a familiar Q head, and Jiang Yucheng stretched his neck: "Little Monkey Monkey looking for you?"
"Tsk," Hirokawa suddenly turned the phone aside, "What are you looking at, what are you looking at, you don't have an editor to talk to you..."
"No, I'll take a look, I'll see what I said, with a wonderful smile on my face..."
"No."
"Look at it."
"you go."
"oops… "
[China Writers.com once issued a report, is Internet literature literature? What kind of literature is network literature? - On this, people's views are not all the same. Because some works called "network literature" are indeed still some distance from the quality and appearance of "literature", that is, they are not up to the height and precision of "literature" (*Original excerpt from China Writers.net)... Mr. Hiukawa, the second seat in the third row, and Mr. Jiang Yucheng, the third seat in the third row, keep quiet during the meeting. What are you two doing?]
On the stage, Mr. Gu Xuan's sudden roll call made the two young men who were having a good time below freeze instantly.
Hiukawa cleared his voice, snatched his mobile phone from Jiang Yucheng's hand, kicked him under the table, then stuffed the mobile phone back into his pocket—
In front of the seniors of the Writers Association, the two of them restrained their unruly faces, sat upright, lowered their heads, honestly filled with remorse, like two elementary school students who were called out for causing trouble in class.