Chuli kicked back to the room, slammed the door, swiped his phone to distract attention, and just happened to swipe to the new chicken soup Weibo updated by Zhou Chuan—this person has recently tended to move closer to the marketing account on Weibo, and has dinner every night At 9:30 am, I will regularly post an interactive topic on Weibo to chat with readers for 50 cents. Today's topic is: Tell me about a recent thing that bothered you.
First ceremony: "..."
[Buying fans plus Q7758520: Recently, I have fallen into a strange rhythm. I help him with his work and take care of his life day and night. Before I know it, I seem to pay more attention to him than before. I stare into his eyes unconsciously from time to time; I subconsciously talk to him about trivial gossips (I used to find other people); I blush every day for food (mainly because that bastard has nothing to hide)...
At first I seriously felt that I was admiring his talent, until the last second I started to get tired of his natural tone when he spoke to me... Obviously I have benefited a lot from him, I am very annoyed by myself like this I don't know the state of satisfaction, so, what's the matter with me, urgent, wait online.]
Putting his fingertips on the comment button, he hesitated for a moment before sending it out. When he saw that the comment was successful, Chu Li trembled and threw his phone out—
The moonlight outside poured into the attic, and a cool breeze of early autumn blew in. Chu Li shivered and climbed out of bed to close the window. At this time, his head was a little clearer, so he hurried back to the bed and fumbled for his mobile phone in the darkness. Anxious to pick up the phone again to delete the comment...
"I'm sick, say this under his Weibo!"
Patting himself on the head, he finally found the discarded mobile phone by the pillow, picked it up and found that the comment he sent just now had seven or eight replies—
At this time, less than a minute before and after the comment was sent, she just went to close the window... Ah, the readers of this actor, are you really enthusiastic
[Xiaowenwen reply @buyfenjiaQ7758520: It’s quite romantic, taking care of life and work? Korean drama routines.]
[Ah da da want to go to the street to reply @buyfenjiaQ7758520: Can zombie fans fall in love these days?]
[Krypton gold can’t change fate Reply @购粉加Q7758520: Silly boy, of course you’re in love—isn’t the above description the most beautiful state in the early stage of love? Worry about gains and losses, because he is happy with a word; he is depressed because of his eyes... Ah, it's so good to be young.]
[Who am I to reply @购粉加Q7758520: You are in love.]
[Who is my reply to @购粉加Q7758520: You are in love 1.]
[It's impossible to reply @购粉加Q7758520: Probably because you like him, I wish you a good result.]
[Wolf is coming to reply @购粉加Q7758520: Every time I look at Dayu Chuan’s Weibo at this point, I feel like I’m watching the scene of "If You Are the One". Oh, anyway, best wishes, girlish feelings are always poetry.]
First ceremony: "..."
no more.
These people are talking nonsense.
As expected of readers who are big actors, they open their mouths as they please, imaginatively so full of imagination that a second of silence has already created a new world in their brains.
Chu Li threw away the phone, patted his throbbing chest to calm down his heart a little—
in love? Nothing.
Even if there is, it cannot be Hiukawa.
Taking a deep breath, Chu Li felt a little parched, so he opened the door and walked down the attic stairs again—the second dog of the health-preserving type had already gone back to the kennel to sleep, and on the sofa, the man still kept the same clothes as when Chu Li went upstairs. The posture is half leaning there to play with the mobile phone...
Chu Li glanced at him and found that he was browsing Weibo, then quickly averted his eyes, walked through the entire living room without looking sideways, walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and bent down to take a bottle of soda from the refrigerator Water—just as the fingertips touched the cold glass bottle, a lazy voice sounded in the living room: "What's your Weibo account, come and let me follow you."
First ceremony: "..."
His fingertips slipped on the glass bottle, leaving a trail like a slug crawling on the water mist.
Chu Li stretched out her hand, took out the soda water, slammed the refrigerator door shut and walked out of the kitchen, raised her eyelids, her expression was indifferent: "I don't play that, only the official Weibo of "Moonlight" magazine you want don't want?"
"... You are the representative of the cave faction sent to the city by the cavemen, right? You don't even need Weibo? Besides, why should I follow the magazine's official Weibo?" Hiukawa sat up a little while still staring at the phone in his hand. , "What kind of news is not first-hand news posted on Weibo, the headlines on the last page are more popular than anything else, and there are many interesting people on Weibo, how can you not check Weibo... I eat it Take your ecstasy, and see what unknown creature has signed the "Luohe Divine Book"?"
"..."
"come here."
Chu Li grabbed the soda and walked over.
"Look, I just posted a Weibo, asking readers to talk about a recent troublesome thing, and then everyone helped each other to solve it - one fan said, "Compared to a person helping his work, he also takes care of his life every day , Unknowingly, I seem to pay more attention to him than before, some or nothing"... "
First ceremony: "..."
The man read out the comment verbatim: "Obviously I have benefited a lot from him, and I am very annoyed by my unsatisfied state, so what is wrong with me"..."
First Ritual: "……………………"
Chuli: "How?"
Chu Li: "Is it still not allowed to ask questions?"
"I just want to say that you can smell the sour smell of a girl's love through the phone screen." Hiukawa raised his head and looked at Chuli, and found that his editor had a dead face with no waves on his face, "...you see You see, you see, you look in the mirror to see your face without any fluctuations, so you don’t understand anything—you say it’s also helping my work and taking care of my life, why you always don’t look at it when you talk looking into my eyes; why don’t you blush; and you don’t gossip with me except at work and don’t allow me to gossip with you…”
First Ritual: “………………………”
The man sitting on the sofa sat up straighter: "What's wrong with me? Doesn't it arouse your girlish heart at all?"
Chu Li moved his lips.
Hiukawa: "Yes, it seems that this question makes you feel uncomfortable."
Hiukawa asked again: "The last question, do you appreciate my talent?"
"What kind of talent?" Chu Li heard his own dry voice, "Dashes are flying all over the sky and you still don't want to change, or are two male beasts who love and kill each other and get Linzi because of a disagreement?"
Hiukawa was angry: "You don't have a girlish heart."
Chu Li was also angry: "I won't give it to you!"
Raising his voice, he threw the cold soda into the man's arms, and after the man subconsciously stretched out his hands to take it, he twisted his head loudly and went upstairs—
Hiukawa held a bottle of soda water and still held a mobile phone in his hand. He looked at the little girl behind him who staged "Godzilla Climb the Stairs" for the second time within an hour, paused and said, "Why do I think you are Are you angry? Didn’t I just boast that my readers are more girlish than you and cuter than you?”
"Readers are cute, go live with them! Let them cook for you, walk your dog, and do your laundry!"
With a bang, the upstairs door was slammed shut.
The downstairs windows shook three times.
The man froze for three seconds, stretched his neck and shouted upstairs: "You demolish the house!!!"
no respond.
…
That night, Chu Li had a nightmare all night. The most absurd one was that she mustered up the courage to confess to Hiukawa. Hirokawa was holding her mobile phone and kept chatting with that person who didn't know who it was just a second ago. With a gentle look, he raised his head in the next second, looked at her with a half-smile and said, "Can you show me your heart?"
Chu Li really disemboweled himself, but when he opened his chest, he found it was empty. The man smiled and said, "Look, I've said it before, you don't have a girlish heart."
In the dream, Chu Li cried "Wow", anxious and sad, and asked all over the world with his chest dripping with blood: Have you seen my girlish heart
—and woke up with a fright.
Opening his eyes, he stared at the familiar ceiling of the attic. The heart in his chest was beating vigorously to torment its owner. When Chu Li recovered from the sad emotions in the dream last second, The first reaction was: I'm going to make you mad, is this going to be enchanted by evil spirits
Getting up, washing and going downstairs, looking at the empty kitchen, Chu Li walked to the door of Riu Chuan's room: "Do you want breakfast?"
Nothing happened inside.
It is estimated that last night was rushing to draft again until the early morning, and now he has fallen asleep? Usually Chu Li doesn’t eat at home at this time, after feeding the canned food to Ergou, he cleans up by himself and eats some egg-filled biscuits on the way to work...
With dark circles under his eyes, he walked to the editorial department of "Moonlight" magazine at the time of work, put down his bag, turned on the computer and opened Q, and saw the offline word document sent by Mr. L at first glance. Chu Li took a look at the file by the way. Sent time: 4:45 am.
"..." Chu Li saved the file as a file on the computer desktop, "They are all night owls."
The so-called "capital", specifically who is included, is not named here.
Chu Li cleared up his mood and immersed himself in his work. He opened Mr. L's file and glanced at the story he had written for Suo Heng.
At the beginning of Suo Heng’s story, it was said that the empire’s star fell, and the follow-up given by Mr. L was about 3,000 words... It was said that the young empire’s star fell because of the power struggle of the empire, and he became a victim with an innocent family. In fact, the hero did not die, but drifted to a small remote planet in the Alliance, where he adopted an ordinary poor child and planned to spend the rest of his life in peace—unexpectedly, as the child grew bigger, he was surprised It turned out that he was not a human being, but an ancient mecha that was said to have fallen hundreds of millions of years ago following the last universe self-destruct...
The whole story is written in 3,000 words, in the form of an article outline and a diary-style narration. High-ranking empire, enthroned as the youngest emperor in the history of the empire.
Seeing the end, Chu Li was still immersed in the unexpected but reasonable shock of the ending—
The whole article, unexpectedly, is very good.
I haven’t read Mr. L’s writing for so many years. Chu Li is a little surprised that he hasn’t written anything in these years. Not only has his brushwork not regressed due to rustiness, but he has even improved... It seems that he has been writing all these years and has never been wasted!
From Chu Li's point of view, the continuation of this article seems to have completely surpassed the beginning given by Suo Heng, whether it is in terms of writing or storytelling.
If he didn't know that the person who wrote this article was an outsider, Chu Li would probably have to follow the submission mailbox to find the contributor and ask him if he is interested in making a serious contribution to the magazine!
With excitement, Chuli proofread the manuscript and sent it to Yu Yao and Lao Miao. After reading it like a pool of stagnant water, Lao Miao didn't say anything;
Yu Yao looked quite happy, and grabbed Chu Li and asked, "Who wrote this manuscript? It's really well written. Is it a ghost child? The style of writing is a bit strange."
As if her own child was praised by others, Chu Li was even a little proud of Mr. L, she opened her mouth and showed a clear smile: "He is a friend of mine."
"Boyfriend, boyfriend," Ah Xiang happened to pass by behind her and wanted to show Yu Yao a design with a USB flash drive. Daughter-in-law..."
"Just kidding." Chu Li said quickly.
"Your boyfriend is so kind to you, and even wrote you a manuscript? Is he an insider? Can you make an appointment with him to try?" Yu Yao looked at the document again, feeling a little fond of it , "The style of writing is sophisticated, clean and neat, and the plot is easy to come by... In my opinion, it's really not much worse than Hiukawa!"
"It's over, it's over..." Chu Li said embarrassingly, "He used to imitate Zhou Chuan to write articles, and was called 'Little Zhou Chuan'. Your sentence 'similar to Zhou Chuan' is really embarrassing."
"Our Yuanyue Society has never refused to find newcomers."
"...Okay, okay, I'll go and ask him if he's interested in writing a short story." Chu Li murmured, "In case this is just his extraordinary performance, which is rare in ten years, then don't look disappointed. Show me, he hasn’t written anything for many years, so it’s not necessarily good—what are you laughing at, Xiang!”
"Look at the way you protect the calf," Ah Xiang said with a smirk, "It's really interesting."
"How can I protect the calf?"
"Why don't we just make an appointment for a manuscript, and give us a hundred vaccinations in advance... I'm afraid we will say something wrong to him."
"..."
Chu Li rolled his eyes, turned his head and typed on the keyboard, first expressed his gratitude to Mr. L with 800 words, and then flattered Mr. L with 300 words to show how the editorial department was shocked by the follow-up, and finally Go straight to the topic with six concise, powerful and a little guilty words: Do you want to ask for a draft? The manuscript fee is high.
Mr. L did not reply.
I guess he hasn't woken up yet.
In the afternoon, Chuli released a wave of everyone’s stories on the official Weibo of “Moonlight” to sort out and preview the follow-up contributions of Solitaire—that is, to cut off a part of the submitted contributions, regardless of whether they were selected or not, and send them to the public. The readers who submitted articles satisfied the vanity of "I was personally selected by the official", and it can be regarded as a response saying "We really read your submissions carefully", so that the submissions will not dampen enthusiasm...
Mr. L's part was naturally included in it.
—Originally, this was a very common action.
However, what Chu Li didn't expect was that she was about to get off work in the afternoon, and she habitually swiped the comments on the official Weibo. At this time, she saw such a message in a private message—
[Official Blog Hello, QVQ This is a nine-year-old fan of Dayu Chuan, who has followed Da Da since his first book debut, and read every book upside down for more than ten times! I have a question today, I don’t know if it’s convenient to disclose: In the follow-up submission of Suo Heng’s story Solitaire, is the contributor named “Mr. L” the same as Hiukawa? The style of writing is so similar, there is a familiar atmosphere between the lines, and it is impossible for me to admit it wrong.
Ask for an answer.
Thank you on your knees.]