Song Tan’s Chronicle

Chapter 185: 185. Versailles of our own people

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Imperial capital.

Wanhe Garden.

The temperature is gradually rising, and some heat-intolerant flowers on the terrace have begun to wilt.

Lu Chuan got up early in the morning and moved them one by one to the shaded place against the wall, hoping that they could live longer.

Among them was a pot of poached egg daisy, which was his favorite.

Because since it was transplanted last September, its flowers have never faded. Tender green leaves, white waxy petals, yellow center...

It will close shyly when watered. If the flowers are picked, there will be no changes for a year or so without any treatment.

But at this moment, with the temperature occasionally soaring to 25 degrees, its condition is already very bad.

When editor Yunfeng came, he was using flower scissors to trim all the branches into a small bamboo basket, and then placed the orchid on the coffee table next to it.

Yunfeng sat there, looking at the fresh flowers, and couldn't help but look at him with some worry:

"Don't you care about your flowers and plants the most? Why do you cut them all just like that?"

The entire flower pot was cut bare.

Lu Chuan said lightly: "Grass flowers cannot tolerate high temperatures."

Then I asked him: "Do you want tea leaves or honey water?"

This is a strange question!

Yunfeng laughed: "I am a grown man and I don't know how to sober up, why should I drink honey water? Tea leaves, just tea leaves will do."

Lu Chuan hummed and opened the refrigerator.

But for some reason, Yunfeng always felt that he looked unhappy.

But then I thought: This shouldn’t be the case!

You seemed quite stable when we were chatting a few days ago, why did you suddenly become unhappy

While I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of flowing water.

He sniffed: "This tea smells so good!"

Lu Chuan was pouring tea for him. Hearing this, he hummed and said, "Someone else gave it to me."

He was wearing a light grey home suit, a soft cotton pullover that was loosely draped over his body, with the sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing his slender and powerful forearms.

Because he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, the inside of his wrist had taken on a cold white color, and the blue blood vessels inside could be vaguely seen.

From this angle alone, he looked flawless, even handsome, and his scholarly air was particularly striking.

but…

When he walked towards the sofa holding the teacup, the faint scars on his temples and cheekbones extended along the ears all the way to the neck. The whole person looked like a flawed piece of white jade, which made people feel even more heartbroken.

Thinking of this, Yunfeng sighed secretly.

In the past, Lu Chuan never entertained guests at his home. When they met, they either made appointments at nearby restaurants or food stalls in the streets and alleys.

But since he was half-disfigured, he probably hasn't left the community since then, right

He was still recovering, and even going out to eat was difficult for him. Therefore, when Yunfeng wanted to meet and talk, Lu Chuan gave him his home address for the first time.

Now look at this room again—

Clean and simple. Apart from the flowers and plants everywhere, everything is in good order, which makes people feel relaxed just by looking at it.

It’s just that... as a single man’s home, it seems a little too clean.

The teacup was placed in front of him, and the faint fragrance filled his face, causing him to instantly forget all the random thoughts in his mind. He was deeply intoxicated and said:

“Smells so good!”

Lu Chuan also sat down, and at this moment he was slowly and methodically stroking the leaves of the branches, one by one, piece by piece, with extreme care.

No one spoke in the room for a while, until Yunfeng was halfway through his tea before he reacted.

"I almost forgot. This is your copyright contract. Take a look at it. If there are no problems, you can sign it."

Lu Chuan looked at the folder and then asked, "I didn't agree to have dinner. Is the copyright negotiation going smoothly?"

He just gave a price, and left the rest to the website to negotiate, and he didn't take care of it anymore later.

Yunfeng snorted, "Since you didn't agree to eat, the price won't go up anymore. But it's fair, so if you don't want to eat, then don't eat. It's not appropriate for a single golden boy like you to eat with others casually."

He said it lightly, but I guess he must have lost a lot of hair.

He has been writing for ten years, and Yunfeng has always been his editor. Back then, he was a newcomer and Yunfeng was also a junior editor who had just entered the industry.

Now, Lu Chuan is a well-known writer with a high reputation, and Yun Feng has also taken the position of editor-in-chief.

Lu Chuan smiled, and the little mole on his face looked more sincere as his eyebrows relaxed: "Thank you for your hard work. I'll give you a pound of tea later, and bring two bottles of honey to your family."

Yunfeng instantly remembered the question he had just asked about whether to drink tea or honey: "Okay, you have something good at home!"

"This tea..." He picked up the cup and said carefully, "I'm afraid it's not cheap."

He had previously accompanied a partner and drank tea that cost hundreds of thousands of yuan per kilogram, but it was still far inferior to this tea. This gift was indeed quite expensive.

“It’s not that exaggerated.”

Lu Chuan's expression was gentle:

"My friend's own tea, I only charged the cost price. I will also give it away in the lucky draw for future readers."

Having said that, Yunfeng did not refuse anymore and just asked again:

"It's been half a month since you finished your last book. What about your new book? Do you have any plans?"

That's right, this is the main point of his visit today! The copyright contract has been signed, and once the funds are in place, the promotion process can begin again.

It would be heartbreaking to think that there would be no new book to receive this popularity.

In the era of big data, writing a book requires the right time, place and people.

When talking about his job, Lu Chuan's smile deepened:

"I've been in good spirits lately, and I wrote some of it at home. You pick a time, I can post it anytime."

After drinking this tea, I feel refreshed and my mind is clear, but I basically can't sleep at night if I drink it.

He often forgot about this and couldn't sleep at night, so he had to get up and work hard on typing.

It has only been half a month since the last book was finished, and I already have 100,000 words of manuscripts in my new book. This would have been impossible in the past!

Yunfeng instantly became excited: "What's the subject of the new book?"

While he couldn't wait to chatter:

"Now all the major websites are imitating your last book, and countless of them are following the trend to take advantage of the popularity. It's a pity that they don't have your writing skills to support such a grand and complete world structure and logical chain."

Lu Chuan tied the collected branches with string and answered nonchalantly:

"Those who learn from me will live, those who imitate me will die."

Of course, this statement is said with arrogance, but it is actually a self-criticism:

"There are too many foreshadowings and too deep threads in each of my world connections. Reading the book requires a lot of brainpower and is very laborious. The beginning is not exciting enough, and the whole book is not exciting at all... If I follow the current popular online writing style of the golden three chapters, I think it will be difficult to sign a contract."

However, because it was rated by the industry as having the "rhythm of an American drama", it was easier to sell the film and television rights.

Yunfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "We are one people, and you are still acting like Versailles!"