Entertainment: A little bird at the beginning

Chapter 67 No more meat at home?
How difficult can it be to write a novel.

Lu Xingyu clapped his hands, grabbed the iced black tea next to him and took a sip.

At this moment, he really wanted to piss off those who said "you believe me, I'll give you the keyboard".

Give it to me, give it to me, it's not that you can't write, isn't it just typing out the things in your mind with a computer, how difficult can it be.

If someone heard it, they would be speechless. It really makes sense.

After sending all the five chapters, Lu Xingyu waited for review.

Sign up?

Can my cat god's book not be signed?
Just kidding, Lu Xingyu never thought that someone would not sign the contract.

In fact, the result is also that the audit has passed every time.

Lu Xingyu spread his hands and said with a light smile, "Look, how simple it is."

As everyone knows, as long as it is not three-involved, basically the review with a word count of more than [-] will pass, because the review editor and review editor are not the same person at all.

The review editor does not look at whether your article is good or bad, but only whether there are any violations in your article.

Lu Xingyu saw that the review was passed, and he began to look forward to it.

But a few hours passed, and it seemed that it was already six o'clock, and the editors should all be off work, but they still didn't come to sign the contract.

Nima, I'm afraid these editors will have to be laid off.

I don't even read the book of my great god?
Lu Xingyu couldn't help complaining, and then heard his mother call him to eat.

Sure enough, on the first day, delicious food and drink were served, and after these few days passed, my mother's first words were not to come to eat, but: "Xiaoyu, go, bring the food here, pour it for your dad." A cup of tea, bring the wine over by the way, and take a sip."

Lu Xingyu: "."

I only have two hands, so many things, what should I do?
What else can I do, one by one.

The last one was sitting at the dining table, looking at the few dishes, Lu Xingyu's heart suddenly sank, because he suddenly understood that his parents used to eat this every day, or even worse.

There are not many dishes on the table, just [-] potato vermicelli noodles per person, and [-] pulled noodles.

It's because Lu Xingyu often ate it when he was a child, so he still feels inexplicably uncomfortable at this moment.

He asked in a low voice, "Mom, is there no meat at home?"

Lu Chen said: "Your mother said that eating too much meat is too oily."

Lu Xingyu thought about it, and he could only believe what his father said, but when he looked at his father, he felt that it was not that simple.

Father doesn't seem to have shaved his hair these days, there is actually a thin layer, but black and white.

The point is that there seem to be more wrinkles on the brows on the face than when I first arrived a few days ago.

Did something happen?
Lu Xingyu ate a few mouthfuls of noodles. At the table, the three of them didn't talk much.

After eating, Lu Xingyu went into the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks.

The parents also came to the living room and turned on the TV. The news broadcast was playing at this time, and the voice was a bit loud. Lu Xingyu couldn't hear what the two of them were talking about in the kitchen.

After finishing all this, Lu Xingyu also asked his mother, but his mother dismissed him as nothing.

That night, Lu Xingyu always felt that something happened, but he didn't know the specifics.

The next day, there was no sunshine in Harbin, and it snowed heavily last night.

The door was almost covered with heavy snow, and my mother got up early and went downstairs to help the neighbors pile up the snow in the original yard.

When Lu Xingyu woke up, the sound he heard was chattering outside.

Early in the morning, the neighbors seemed not to be afraid of the cold, and they all stood in the yard.

Lu Xingyu's home is on the third floor of a residential building and consists of a large yard, which is different from Ling Xiaoxiao's home. Although Ling Xiaoxiao's home is in the suburbs, the yard is his own anyway.

Unlike Lu Xingyu and the others here, there is no property, only one watching the gate of the courtyard.

And when it snows in the yard, the neighbors usually send out one person to clean it.

Lu Xingyu walked around the kitchen, didn't open the window, but looked out of the window, everyone was discussing and didn't know what they were talking about, anyway, they were talking and laughing, so it was very lively.

After a while, Su Xi came in wearing a thick cotton padded jacket, looked up and saw Lu Xingyu standing there, and asked, "Silly son, what are you doing standing here?"

Lu Xingyu was taken aback, how could he tell that your son is stupid.

But he still asked, "Where's my dad?"

Su Xi said, "Go to work."

Lu Xingyu asked suspiciously: "Today is Saturday."

"Saturday? Oh, is it?"

Su Xi was stunned for a moment, obviously at a loss, and then explained: "Then he must have gone out for a stroll, oh, what are you worried about, your dad is such a grown-up, it's possible that he can still get lost."

Lu Xingyu felt that what his mother said made sense, his father was not an ordinary person after all.

Then he nodded, but thinking about the sad look on his father's face yesterday, he still asked with some doubts: "Mom, did something happen at home?"

Su Xi shook her head and said, "Whatever could happen, wash your hands quickly, I'll cook."

Lu Xingyu nodded and said, "I'll help you."

Although Lu Xingyu was worried, he felt that what his mother said was reasonable. Moreover, in his opinion, his father had been busy for half his life and had encountered countless problems, even if there were, he should be able to solve them.

So he happily helped his mother cook, and after lunch, Lu Xingyu went back to his room, wanting to see how the novel was going.

However, when he opened the backstage, he was completely stunned.

There is no short message at all.

For a moment, Lu Xingyu was speechless, and couldn't help complaining: "These editors are too irresponsible, so when will we wait?"

At this time, it was far away in the Qidian headquarters in Beicheng.

Editor Xiaogu, as usual, opened his mailbox after finishing some basic work after work.

Several manuscripts were not too bright, and almost all of them were rejected by him.

Qidian's signing requirements are very high, because if the writing is not good, signing the contract is actually irresponsible to the author. After all, signing the contract means unlimited code words. If you have that time, it is better to open a new book.

Well, editor Xiao Gu thinks there is nothing wrong with his approach.

If the contract gives you a chance, it is better to call back and let you reopen.

After closing the mailbox, the editor Xiaogu chatted with several authors who she was optimistic about about the general situation, and also answered some questions asked by the authors. Of course, she really didn't want to answer some questions that hit the street, and she couldn't help it. Answers are automatically ignored.

After finishing all this, she looked backstage.

To be honest, as a veteran editor of Qidian, his review speed is actually very fast, and he can tell whether a book is good or not at a glance.

So he didn't go back to read the articles in the backstage every day, almost every two days. It's okay to be idle today, so he opened the backstage.

"No, the first chapter is nonsense, the water is like the Yellow River breaking its embankment, the next one."

"The writing style is not bad, but the story is too brain-intensive, and there is no advantage if you sign the contract. Let's go back and rebuild."

"Maybe there are other bole who can like your little novel, but it's really not my style."

"It's okay, but, forget it, after Chapter 3, it will be meaningless, next one."

Editor Xiaogu's review speed is really fast. After a long time, he decided to sign a book. Seeing that it was getting late, he wanted to turn off the background, but suddenly saw a title, and was taken aback.

The title of the book is a bit interesting, it is actually called "The Great Dao Chaotian".

(End of this chapter)