Chu Li was immersed in lamenting the misfortune suffered by the young Hiukawa and gloating at the old Miao's flattery on the horse's kick. At this time, her mobile phone vibrated suddenly. Chu Li picked it up and looked at it. , found out that Teacher Xia chatted with her privately on WeChat—
Due to the limited technology and speed, the teacher always speaks concisely on WeChat... This time, the WeChat sent to Chu Li is no exception. There are only three words on it: Get him done.
First ceremony: "..."
Get him
who
who
Chu Li believes that although Teacher Xia did not say who "he" is in WeChat, but judging from the current situation, it seems that this so-called "he" can only be Zhou Chuan - Teacher Xia wants Chu Li to persuade Zhou Chuan, Take "Luohe Divine Book" to participate in the selection of "Flower Branch Award"...
—Otherwise, what else can be done? Step into the sacred marriage hall with him
Chu Li put away his mobile phone, organized his words, and thought for a while to ask the man beside him who looked at the aunts dancing with a serious face: "Teacher, since your writing experience in your youth was so disturbing, you are tearing up the real You can write "Oriental Charm Records" in less than a year after your first novel, so that means you still have a spirit of not admitting defeat in your bones?"
"You can say whatever you want." Hiukawa said calmly with a dead body, "I think the hot-blooded stuff is just talking."
Chu Li pretended not to hear his stagnant speech, and continued on his own: "Why didn't you resist? It's the same when you got full marks in the composition of the college entrance examination, and it was the same after you finally became famous with your own novel. Instead of resisting, you should stand in front of those who have doubted you with your grade slips and newspapers and say to them: Look! I did it!"
As Chu Li spoke, she felt a brief silence surrounding her.
This time is different from the previous rhythm of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water".
He was really silent.
Chu Li turned his head a little strangely: "But whether it's the attitude of ignoring the Chinese teacher in the end, tearing up my first work, the meeting of the Writers Association, the selection of the Huazhi Award... You have done a good job, why do you keep doing it? Dodging these?"
At this time, the surrounding environment is actually a bit noisy.
Chu Li's voice sounded resounding.
Talking about this kind of seemingly in-depth life topic in the square dance music seems a bit funny... However, at the moment, no one seems to feel that there is something wrong with the two people in the conversation——
They were completely immersed in the topic of discussion at this moment, Chu Li looked at Zhou Chuan, only full of confusion in his heart;
And Hiukawa stared at a certain corner not far away, the child was eating popsicles earnestly, staring at the grandma not far away dancing in the square: his eyes reflected the dancing figure in the middle of the square, his eyes were full of curiosity and enthusiasm The leap to try new things seems to be—
It was completely different from the radio gymnastics he did at school.
He really wanted to stand up, go out into the crowd and try it for himself, to see the difference.
"..."
After about a few seconds, the man's expressionless face was shaken.
"...Maybe it's because I've lost interest in competing with them," the man stood up and patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, "It may also be that I'm a timid person in my bones, and I'm afraid that once I enter Their world, one day they found out that what they said was actually true, so instead they have shaken what they have always insisted on...maybe."
"But the flower branch award..."
"Do you know what I'm trying to express when I tell you so many stories that I don't know?"
"… what?"
"There is no such thing as a 'but'," Hiukawa said lightly, "That's why I have never been responsible for editing personally. At present, my writing path is stable and smooth-just like I didn't need a teacher to press me back then. I don't need my head to write argumentative essays; I don't need my father to tell me what kind of words are worthy of being printed in books... Now, I also don't need an editor to judge me too much."
Hiu Chuan: "Did you know that Yu Yao and Suo Heng actually had a good relationship in the early years? It's not because Yu Yao is in the top position of editor-in-chief that she doesn't have an author now, but she doesn't want to."
"Ah?" Chu Li blinked, she had already captured some information from the conversation between Lao Miao and Yu Yao, but...
Yu Yao and Suo Heng? Have a story
"In this era, for most authors, the meaning of editing has changed—in many cases, editors are no longer needed, and they have gradually evolved into proofreaders, marketers..."
Hiukawa said as he turned around and looked at the little girl who was still sitting there: his eyes were firm and indifferent.
It was as if he was saying that he really didn't need a responsible editor.
It's like saying, don't worry about it so much, you can just be responsible for my book in your hand, sit and proofread it, give it a beautiful cover, and then sell it.
It seems to be saying, after that, we can part ways, and if it goes well, I will politely say: look forward to the next cooperation.
"..."
Chu Li was stunned.
At that moment, it seemed that all the noisy people and things around her were taken away, and only she and the man in front of her were left in the world—and in such a completely isolated environment, she accidentally touched the man in front of her for the first time. This man's very, very inner fundamental soul...
—However, when the fingertips touched it cautiously, Chu Li had to withdraw his hand as if forced by the biting cold...
Even the whole heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
Chu Li was also in a daze, she lowered her head, at this moment, she could only subconsciously avoid the man's overly calm brown pupils - when the man rarely stood still and waited patiently, she just stood up reflexively .
Hiukawa: "Will you eat popsicles?"
Chu Li said "Ah", but some didn't react.
He took a step forward and hurriedly followed the man's footsteps. The two stopped in front of a small vendor's refrigerator about 20 meters away. Hirakawa took a very simple popsicle, but gave Hatsuri a strawberry cone—tear off the packaging bag, and took a bite of the ice cream. The soft, sweet ice cream slides down the throat and into the stomach, cool and whizzing.
On a hot summer night like this...
Chuli wanted to find someone to borrow a bed quilt to approve a batch.
That night, infected by the hopeless atmosphere at the scene, Chu Li's WeChat reply to Teacher Xia after returning home was also very desperate——
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Teacher, I can't handle it.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: His father spent twenty-seven years and failed to pry open the seam of this clam shell, what can I do?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Mr. Hikawa is very firm, resisting this matter from the inside out.]
Five minutes later, Teacher Xia replied.
[Teacher Xia: Heroes are sad about the beauty level.]
Ten minutes later, when Chu Li's eyeballs were about to fall out of their sockets, another addition—
[Ms. Xia: Although you are not a "beauty", you have to try.]
First ceremony: "..."
That night, Chuli fell into a tangle that made it difficult to sleep.
To be honest, Hiukawa’s judgment is not wrong—he was the tenant who walks the dog and cooks for the first time; he is the editor in charge of "Luohe Shenshu"; he is the editor of the magazine that he regularly provides some short stories …
However, that's all.
[In this era, for most authors, the meaning of editing has changed.]
[In many cases editing is no longer needed...]
First ceremony: "..."
He doesn't need a real editor in charge of Hikawa himself.
He doesn't need to be responsible.
He doesn't need her.
He doesn't need her! ! ! ! !
Realizing this, the person lying on the bed threw off the quilt and jumped up, rolling all over the bed, beating the pillow and stomping his feet—until a man’s voice from the study downstairs sounded vaguely like he was about to come up and beat someone up: "The upstairs , you don’t sleep in the middle of the night to demolish the house?”
"..."
The little girl who was hugging the crocodile-shaped pillow and wailing and biting stopped, staring at a pair of red eyes and fell back on the messy bed. Turning over fiercely, the mattress made an unbearable "creak" sound.
It was already three o'clock when I was summoned by Sleep God with a yawn and resentment.
The next day, I almost couldn't get up to go to work. With dark circles under my eyes, I took a shower, changed clothes, fed the dog, and fed the day river... When I was about to leave, Chu Li sneaked a glance at the sitting room while putting on his shoes. The man eating breakfast at the table—
The guy finally stopped shutting himself in the room;
After waking up this morning, she found the word document needed for the frontispiece project sent by this guy in her Q;
When she opened the door, he and Er Gouzi squatted on the stairs of the attic and looked up at her, asking her what she had for breakfast this morning—
Everything was fine.
But Chu Li just can't be happy...
"What are you doing looking at me with such a bereaved girl's eyes?" Finally unable to stand the scorching heat of her erratic eyes, the man put down the glass of milk and asked.
"..." Chu Li said, "This is the look of love."
Hiukawa: "Think I'm blind."
The man laughed, Chu Li glared at him, muttered such words as "heart is dark", "broke a girl's heart", "bastard", grabbed the bag in the porch, turned and went out angrily.
…
Chu Li slammed the door loudly. What she didn't know was that when she turned and left, the man sitting at the dining table temporarily suppressed the smile on his face and fell silent...
No one knows what a man is thinking.
Only he knows—
Last night, for a moment, maybe he was dazzled by the current atmosphere; maybe he was led away by the pure eyes of the other party; maybe it was the temporary confusion under the light... He almost thought that he had really encountered boiling water, Forced to pry open the last line of defense that has been closed for many years—
But it's okay.
Fortunately, he stopped the car in time.
now is fine.
Change anything, or not for the time being.
"..."
Thinking of this, he seemed to have made up his mind to return everything to the original point. After he breathed a sigh of relief, the man raised his eyebrows and stuffed the last bit of toast into his mouth—
Ah, that banana guy, she's still young as an editor, but she's really good at cooking.
…
The October issue of Moonlight Magazine.
Because Chuli copied the link of a certain treasure of "Hemp Rope for Hanging, Undead Compensation" three times before the final submission deadline, the three Fujian Yibo finally delivered the manuscript smoothly before it was printed—so, Lao Miao accepted it early The manuscripts of the other three authors were ready, and the conspiracy that was always ready to replace them did not succeed...
Things worked out perfectly.
After the October issue was released nationwide, the submission box of "Moonlight" magazine ushered in a small climax of submissions. Chu Li was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground. By the deadline for submissions, he was almost peeled off——
In seven days, a total of 135 contributions were received.
Among them, write the follow-up sixty-five articles for Hiukawa;
Write the follow-up forty-seven articles for Jiang Yucheng;
Write the follow-up twenty-three articles for Guiwa.
In terms of the monthly sales of "Moonlight", this number is neither too much nor too little... Although I am busy, but after calming down and thinking about it carefully, Chu Li still feels that the result of this contribution number is slightly different from what I imagined : It seems to be a little bit less.
Chu Li reported this result to the three authors respectively, and the responses of the three authors were also different—
*Hikawa
[Hikawa: So little? It was said earlier that under Weibo forwarding, the number of submissions is estimated to be more than zero.]
[Saijun invited by Monkey: Only you and the editorial department know the result, it will not be announced to the public, so don't be so burdened with being an idol.]
[Hikawa: Is that so?]
[Hikawa: I don't have the burden of being an idol, so don't talk nonsense.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: I believe it.]
[Hikawa: Article 5 of the "Thirty Tenant Regulations"...]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: It's working time now, and we have a pure editor-author relationship.]
[Ri Chuan: If you have the ability, don't come back tonight, you will be crowded with beggars under the bridge.]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: ... ]
[Hikawa: Is it wrong?]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Wrong.]
[Hi Chuan: Be good, kneel down.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Hey!]
*Jiang Yucheng
[Jiang Yucheng: Okay, I got it:)]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: (＾＾＾)]
* ghost
[Ghost behind you: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly]
[The sailors invited by the monkey: ... ]
[The ghost behind you: It's not in vain. I repost it on Weibo every day, begging for contributions! Sure enough, someone still cares about me! I have fans! I'm only half as big as Jiang Yucheng! !]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: ... ... It's great that people are so easy to be satisfied, the happiness index should be high, right?]
[Ghost behind you: Who are you mocking? !]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: You.]
[The ghost behind you: ...you and Hiukawa definitely didn't talk like that.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Nonsense, he is Hiukawa.]
[The ghost behind you:...]
above.
Amidst the readers' unresponsive response, Yuanyue Society—at least in "Moonlight" magazine's "Reader-Author Interaction Month" has just kicked off... All kinds of forwarded comments on the official Weibo are discussing this for a while. In an event, those who have submitted manuscripts and those who have not submitted manuscripts are bubbling up—
Some people said that if they are selected, then my family and I will only be close to each other~ Ah~ Thinking about it this way, I am so shy, I love my family XX the most!
Some people said that the one upstairs is a bit cute. When you post on Weibo, you can grab a sofa and be the first to like or be the most popular. You can also be very close to you
Some said that they are already very satisfied with replying to me on Weibo - they usually write book reviews and so on, so they will not participate in this review!
Chu Li looked at these comments every day, and found it quite interesting, and the initial confusion was also satisfactorily explained: Why are there so few submissions
Internet age.
There are Weibo, Q, WeChat, and various online platforms, and even submissions only need to send emails—
The distance between readers and authors has been shortened a lot.
Unlike in the past, the interaction between readers and authors is only a "questionnaire", something that even the author may not be able to see... Some readers have loved a certain author for most of their lives, and when the author stops writing, there is no chance Say something to the author himself: Da Da, I like you.
—Because the author is mysterious enough, readers were actually more enthusiastic about the "author" at that time.
While the online platform brings various benefits, it also tends to minimize the reader's curiosity about the creature "author"—like a pet that keeps a fixed amount of food in a mobile phone, and occasionally swipes to read it. By swiping Weibo, you can know through the Weibo posted by the author himself, whether he is eating, playing games, or just waking up, or staying up late to catch up on the manuscript...
Occasionally, there are even malicious pickpockets targeting the author's private life.
—Because the author is too close, the reader's enthusiasm for the "author" at this time is not as good as expected.
Of course, Teacher Xia doesn't know much about this.
So at the second week's regular meeting, the editorial departments of each magazine were basically criticized—Ms. Xia believes that each magazine has a facade of writers who are responsible for traffic, especially "Moonlight" magazine, with Hikawa and Jiang Yucheng. He is a "popular author who is very popular among young people at the moment", but the author's personal contribution does not exceed three digits, which is caused by the lack of publicity of the editorial department.
In this regard, Chu Li and the others were completely speechless, speechless—
What should I say
Readers are willing to pay authors to buy books, but they are not new to such things as "interaction between readers and authors". Is it normal
...Of course, I dare not say such things directly to Teacher Xia.
After being scolded and humiliated, everyone returned to the editorial department, and everyone could only secretly repost Weibo promotions every day, begging for contributions to the three authors Suo Heng, Nian Nian, and Hippo who will be appearing in November.
The days of being miserable to the readers and angry at the editor-in-chief counted thirty or so days on my fingers.
…
In the blink of an eye, it was the day when the November issue was released nationwide.
At this time, early autumn has just arrived, and the weather is getting cooler.
That day, Chuli got up an hour early to prepare to go to work for a new battle because of the tragic lesson of finishing and submitting manuscripts for Hiukawa and the others last time until he had a mental breakdown and almost worked overtime and missed the subway. One person and one dog who were cultivating immortals were driven up by the quilt and had breakfast.
"What breakfast is there before dawn!"
"Wow!"
The man hugged the quilt with a dissatisfied face. When Chuli walked over and opened the curtains, Ergou squinted his eyes and slid his head into the man's armpit... The man patted the dog's head: "You don't even knock when you enter my room."
"How many times have I knocked, can you hear me? You wake up only when the quilt is lifted, what's the use of knocking!" Chu Li stretched out his hand to tug at his quilt, "Get up, eat breakfast before going to sleep, what if you don't eat breakfast every day, I can't stand it physically! You still have a few more years to write for me!"
The man patted Chu Li's claws pulling the quilt away, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "What are you doing up so early?"
Chu Li: "Today is the open day for the submission of the first project of the second issue of reader-author interaction. I have to sort out the manuscript early!"
Hiukawa: "Huh."
Chu Li: "Hey, what's up!"
Hiukawa: "I only have sixty-five people to contribute, Suo Heng and the others can only have two or three at most, you go so early..."
Before he could finish his words, he was hit by the pillow that the little girl picked up. The man raised his head angrily, and saw the dwarf standing by the bed throwing the pillow and staring at him without fear: "What nonsense, a gentleman Woolen cloth?!"
Hiukawa rolled his eyes, grabbed the pillow and covered his face, and fell back on the bed with Er Gouzi in his arms.
Ten minutes later, Chu Li went out with a bang bang bang.
An hour later, he came to the office an hour earlier, took a deep breath and opened the submission mailbox. Chu Li narrowed his eyes slightly and began to prepare for submission. Then he found that the number of submissions was: none.
First ceremony: "... ... ..."
It may be that the students haven't gotten up yet.
Chu Li comforted himself, then turned around to busy with other things and planned to come and see later.
Nine o'clock, the time for work and class, the number of articles submitted is: none.
Ten o'clock, the time for work and class, the number of articles submitted is: none.
Eleven o'clock, the best time to fish for work and class, the number of submissions is: 1, voted for every year.
Lao Miao poked his head out from the next cubicle: "Have you sorted out today's submissions? How many are there?"
Chu Li: "... I haven't watched it yet."
Lao Miao: "Oh."
The head in the next compartment shrank back with a whoosh.
that's it.
On this day, Chuli was able to commute to and from work on time, because by the time she got off work, the three authors' submissions were 2 for each year, 1 for Hippo, and 0 for Suo Heng...
After checking the mailbox countless times, and even sending a few emails with his own mailbox to confirm that it is not broken, Chuli can only come to a desperate conclusion: Hiukawa and Mr. L should come from the same school and come from the same line. crow's mouth.