What should I do now, put the thing back and pretend nothing happened, or take a look at what it is, being so carefully tucked away by the man, as if afraid of being discovered by others...
Hiukawa was standing outside the door, just like Lord Yan, Chu Li's heart was beating wildly, always feeling that she was about to reveal some big secret... He hesitated for a while, but she still didn't look at those things despite her strong curiosity, she chose to bend down and read the scattered things. I picked up the draft papers on the ground one by one, not even letting my eyes glance at the fragmentary content of the text on the draft paper—
It should be a novel.
It must be a novel...
But at what age, how could Hiukawa still write novels on the manuscript paper? Looking carefully at the paper, the paper is also a little yellowed and brittle, and it should be some years old.
So it was a novel written by Hiukawa before? The novel I wrote when I was a student, when? It seems that I heard him mention it before. When I was in high school, I did have the habit of writing novels on manuscript paper during class... So it is the manuscript of "Oriental Charm Records"
But on the manuscript paper, the whole article is full of "she" and "he", and there are not many female characters in Dongfang Meiwenlu——
"..."
Hirukawa knocked on the door continuously, Chu Li stood in the middle of the study, holding a thick stack of draft paper, the next second, Chu Li was frightened by the thought that suddenly flashed into his mind: Could it be Is this the real debut of Mr. Hirokawa according to the legend
Holding the manuscript paper, Chu Li narrowed his eyes slightly in surprise—Hikawa’s first novel, in the story he mentioned, had been completely torn up and burned. Chu Li deeply remembered that she was quite sorry for it at that time...
The answer was in her hands, and Chu Li was so curious that he was about to die.
But I can't watch it.
Can't see it! ! ! ! !
Respect the landlord's privacy, beware of sweeping the house! ! !
Chu Li roared inwardly, her body remained motionless on the spot, listening to the man walk away and turn back, the key was inserted into the lock and turned to make a soft "click" sound; The key was still in the man's hand, the door was pushed open again, and a tall figure walked into the study: "Are you okay, just go to sleep when you're drunk, I thought you—"
The man couldn't finish his sentence.
In the next second, his attention was completely attracted by the stack of draft paper in Chu Li's hand... At this moment, Chu Li's head was a little dizzy, and she raised the stack of draft paper in her hands: "I didn't stand firmly just now, He held it casually, and a book fell from the shelf, and there were a lot of draft paper scattered in it—is it yours?"
… of course.
At this moment, the expression on Hiukawa's face was like seeing Chuli open his closet and take out his underwear one by one and put them on his head—
The whole study fell into an indescribable silence for an instant.
"you look at it?"
The man didn't take the manuscript right away, he just stood by the door holding the key, with no extra expression on his face... Chu Li panicked after seeing him, she began to regret why she had to drink so much tonight, and now she is soft Her feet were weak, she raised her hand holding the manuscript paper, and wanted to put it down, but she didn't dare—
It's kind of embarrassing anyway.
"I didn't watch it. In fact, I really want to see it, but I'm afraid you don't want to show it to others... If you want to show it to others, you won't hide it so well."
Her tongue was inflexible when she spoke, the tip of Chuli's tongue was tied, her eyes drooped, and she glanced around uneasily, so she inevitably saw the topmost piece of manuscript paper in her hand, and there was something like a sword box drawn next to the manuscript paper, she suddenly It looks familiar: a long time ago, when Chu Li went into the study to find the ID card for Hiukawa, she seemed to have seen something very similar on the draft paper...
It's just that what I saw on the draft paper that time was more refined than this scribbled version.
——That is to say, for at least half a year, Hiukawa had thought about these things.
"Teacher," she raised her head and looked at Zhou Chuan cautiously, "You told me that this is before "Oriental Charming Records". Really, is it your debut work?"
Chu Li's words fell, and then she was surprised to find that the man standing in front of her showed a very strange expression to her - indifference, disgust and impatience towards all existence including himself, and his eyes were like snow in the deep winter, Three feet of freezing cold.
"...It has nothing to do with you," Hiukawa stretched out his hand, took the stack of draft paper, and stuffed it back into the book that originally stored them, and then put the book back on the shelf, "Don't mess with the things in my study .”
He never said before that Chu Li was not allowed to move the study room.
He often even crossed Erlang's legs on the sofa, directing her to look for this and that in the study. When Li couldn't find it, he would let her "open every corner and look for it"...
"But didn't you say that they have been destroyed? Are they still there? You kept them? I saw the totem in your study a few months ago in your study, teacher, are you—"
"no."
"If you still want to—"
"I do not want."
Chu Li is like a drowning person catching driftwood. For a moment, she suddenly felt that she had really come into contact with something very profound—a person, the original intention of writing, the thoughts he originally wanted to express, and the thoughts he originally wanted to express. The world he wants to describe is something he still can't forget to this day...
she wants to know.
One thing, if it can impress the writers for several years, then maybe, or it is certain that it can also impress the readers.
Chu Li followed Hiukawa, watching him bend down to pick up the remaining manuscript paper from the ground, and tidy it up... When the man bent down to tidy up, Chu Li hugged his knees, squatted down, and squatted beside him. Said: "Manuscript, can you show me?"
The man paused when he was about to pick up a piece of paper, he turned his head and looked at Chu Li: "In what capacity?"
When they were talking, their faces were very close... Chu Li could almost smell the faint smell of coffee beans on the man's body. This smell almost swallowed the smell of alcohol on her body. She felt that the alcohol was going to the top of her head again. Slowly closing her eyes, she bit her lower lip: "Whatever your identity is, that's what your identity is."
Editing is also good.
Friends worth mentioning.
or something else—
In the dimness, she felt the man's eyes turn her face twice. After a long time, he said lightly, "No."
"...Your serialization outline has not yet been decided, because we all know that those outlines are not your best choice at present." Chu Li frowned slightly, "Instead of vacillating and not knowing what to write next and delaying it, why should you ignore it?" The one that has been lying there for a long time, and you have been thinking about it for a long time—”
"Because I don't need to be rejected again."
The man's emotionless voice remembered.
Chu Li's words stopped abruptly, and he was stunned.
"Because of your curiosity, I took it to read, and then said with a smile: Sure enough, they are all very old things. The content is too old-fashioned and boring. Teacher, you should write something else," Hiukawa said expressionlessly, "This kind of My father said it to me ten years ago, so, sorry, I don't want to hear it again."
"..."
"I'm sorry that I'm not as strong as you imagined. I also have things to be afraid of." The man finally had an expression, and he slowly broke into a smile, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes, staring at Chu Li's eyes, "Don't touch it again, aren't you drunk, just treat it as a dream."
At the end of the words, there was a tenderness and care hidden under the cold face that he himself did not realize.
"I will give you another outline before and after the Chinese New Year."
The man finished speaking, straightened his waist, and stood up first.
The shadow cast by the tall figure completely enveloped her—
The warmth that had just come home from my body was withdrawn from my body, and the cold air in the study seemed to spread from the soles of my feet to my heart through the slippers... I watched the person standing in front of me put the draft papers away, and then turned around Without saying a word, he passed her by and walked out of the study. From the beginning to the end, he didn't say a word, and he didn't look at her again.
The house was eerily quiet.
— It’s like Chu Li accidentally touched some forbidden curse, revealing the secret truth of God...
Finally awakened the real Hirakawa.
He can laugh and tease others about the messy ideas in his writing;
He can change those weird things to normal under the threat of editors;
He can write wonderful plots that make many people applaud;
He can argue that his typos are fake characters;
He can make his editor jump up and down with anger, or immediately get serious and shoulder his responsibility when the editor needs help;
He can create countless classic characters that people will never forget;
He is a qualified and popular best-selling author.
At the same time, he resisted from the bottom of his heart—
Resisting sharing with anyone.
Just because the first time he tried to do it, he was rejected, and since that day, the wound has not healed with time but has gradually deteriorated and penetrated into the bone marrow.
Then, there is today's Hiukawa.
"..."
Chu Li resisted the heavy and needle-like pain in her head, stood up with the help of the desk in the study, she glanced at the direction the man left, the corridor was pitch black...
Her hands dawdled on the ground and unconsciously grabbed a couple of them. When she touched the corner of the table, the light and cold touch suddenly stopped, her palms tightened, and Chu Li stood there silently for a while... Until a moment later, she slowly spread her palms, A ball of crumpled manuscript paper was already wet with sweat from her palms.
A manuscript that was accidentally forgotten.
Chu Li licked his lower lip that was a little dry due to being lost just now, carefully spread out that piece of forgotten manuscript paper, folded it, and put it in his pocket properly, with gentle movements, as if it was Hiukawa himself—
It was as if he was afraid that a heavy movement would disturb him.
A glass-hearted actor teacher.
It doesn't matter if the clam shell refuses to open, or when encountering boiling water, it doesn't matter, as long as it is still alive, it has to wait obediently, and she will pry it herself—she will open the door, open the window, and pull him out of the dark corner. Forcibly dragged out and stood in the sun.
No matter what he thinks, she is wishful thinking—
His demons, she will defeat them.
If you can't do this, why keep saying you like it
…
Chu Li leaned on the wall and walked out of the study door. He was even more embarrassed than when he hurried into the study just now—the living room was empty at this moment, and there was a cup of steaming milk on the table. Chu Li walked over and carried it like a dog. Sniffing it as if, then took a sip, and found that there was still sweet honey in it.
After drinking the milk in one gulp, looking at a tightly closed door, Chu Li returned to her room, opened the window, and a gust of cold wind mixed with the unique breath of cold winter blew in, leaning against the window, Chu Li Li's head cleared up a little.
Carefully unfolding the manuscript paper in his bosom, Chu Li seriously began to read the content on it, one word at a time, one sentence at a time—there were about a thousand words on this piece of paper. Lord, starting with putting the knife around the heroine's neck, the heroine's first line is: Where did you hide my scabbard? , spare you not to die.
Then, the hostess called the police.
… … … … … The police were called.
Chu Li held the manuscript paper and let out a silly "poof" laugh, and continued to look down to see the police car rushing up, bringing both the hero and the heroine into the police station, she sat by the window and began to shake, almost Shake yourself off the ledge...
After reading more than 1,200 words quickly, Chu Li probably guessed from the fragment that this is a story similar to "ancient characters travel to modern times" - in order to find his own sword named "No Return" Shea, the old-fashioned hero who traveled from another continent to the modern society, met the prop master heroine of the small crew, and because of the "Sword of No Return" suddenly resonated as if she had turned on the GPS navigation and positioning system, he insisted that she hid it. His sword box and the heroine met for the first time. The hero put the sword on the neck of the heroine. The heroine called the police. You are still acting" and the two of them were thrown out—
Before leaving, he took away the famous sword "No Return" that the male protagonist never leaves.
... And then there is no more, the content of the manuscript is here, when the male protagonist tried to "attack the police" and was forcibly dragged away by the female protagonist, he stood on the road with a stinky face and folded his arms and said to the female protagonist, "Then you have to be responsible" stop abruptly
After reading the draft, Chu Li still had a stupid smile on her face, and subconsciously began to touch her pocket with a smile, as if she was counting on her pocket to be Doraemon's magical little pocket to take out the next one. —
Of course it was empty.
Chu Li sat on the edge of the window in a daze, picked up the crumpled draft paper in his hand, read it carefully again under the moonlight, and suddenly wanted to ignore Hiukawa's warning and dig out the pile of paper that had been put away. The urge to scratch paper...
This time it's not because "I want to see what Hikawa wrote in his debut novel", but because he simply wanted to see where the hero and heroine went after leaving the police station, and what they did—
When Chu Li realized it, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have accidentally jumped into an unknown pit with no ending, missing manuscripts, and the author himself refused to mention it.
——This is Hiukawa's debut novel, which was rejected by his father as a demon. Apart from the jerky writing and the unnatural pen bag in some places, it is unexpected and very interesting.
… What kind of bestseller is not a bestseller, a book that can arouse the reader's urge to continue reading is a good book.
Chu Li lowered his head, carefully spread out the manuscript paper on his lap and folded it, thought for a while, and pressed it under his pillow like some kind of amulet... After finishing everything, when he straightened up, a gust of cool wind blew, Chu Li I looked down at the time, only to realize that it was already past one o'clock in the morning, so I walked to the window and was about to close the window—
At this time.
A bit of coldness fell on the tip of her nose and melted away.
"… what?"
Chu Li was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and saw through the moonlight that a little bit of white was actually falling down from the sky, and the white gradually became clearer and clearer, and then changed from particles to cotton-like fluff.
The voice of someone pushing open the window came from around, and the voice of the hostess was full of joy: "It's snowing, it's almost Chinese New Year, I thought it wouldn't snow this year!"
"When it snows, it will snow, and I'll freeze to death with the windows closed..." This is the male host's rambling, unromantic complaint.
After a few bangs, there was another sound of the window closing, and everything around returned to silence.
At this time, Chu Li, who was sitting by the window, seemed to be just being reminded dullly, and realized that "it's snowing, it's really snowing in the grass." He clumsily took out his phone, entered Q, and found a familiar avatar —
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Teacher, it's snowing.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: It's already January, and the snow in city G is really late this year!]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: I have a holiday tomorrow, and I will fly home at 4:00 p.m., and I will be back around the end of February after the Chinese New Year.]
[Saijun invited by the monkey: I hope that the lock on your door will not be changed by then.]
[The sailor invited by the monkey: I wish the teacher a happy new year in advance! Next year, I will work hard to sell you books!]
And there's more, I can't tell you—
By moonlight, I read your draft.
I'm sorry, although I did read it secretly after I accidentally picked up a fish that slipped through the net, but I still want to say, at least I think, the first novel written by the teacher that year is actually very good-looking! !
Not boring at all.
Not stuffy at all.
What happened to the hero and heroine, did the hero find the scabbard; what about the heroine, what happened to the heroine? After helping the hero find the scabbard, did you watch the hero return to another world
[The sailor invited by the monkey: By the way, the snow outside is really heavy, I don’t know if the plane will be delayed? I know it will definitely snow this year, but no matter what, I never thought it would be today. Look, the moon is still hanging in the sky outside. I don’t need to turn on the lights in my room when I open the window]
"..."
Chu Li put the phone on his lap, rubbed his hands together, and breathed out the heat, then picked up the phone again with his frozen red hands, and typed each word seriously—
[The sailor invited by the monkey: Teacher, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight.]