Moonlight Variations

Chuli’s apology was sent out on Weibo, and as expected, almost all the firepower was attracted, such as "genius editors are nothing but this", "Hikawa's book is also a lottery", "or you should stop writing books" and so on. , The anger made the readers unconsciously utter bad words and deny everything that Chuli had done——

Fortunately, Chuli was well prepared for this.

She doesn't have a personal Weibo, so those readers are only cursing on the official Weibo, which gives a little bit of fluke comfort that is not being scolded by someone pointing their noses... Chu Li knows that cursing under Weibo is already It's the only thing these loser readers can do--

Readers are not satisfied with this approach.

Suo Heng was not satisfied with this approach.

Chuli felt that Yu Yao would not be too satisfied with this approach.

The only satisfied ones are probably only the printing factory that escaped a catastrophe and the Yuanyueshe that saved a certain amount of unnecessary compensation... Chuli didn’t know if Suo Heng would say anything to Yu Yao, but it was slow later. After turning on q, she received a message from Suo Heng, just a few words--

[Why do you apologize. 】

Chuli returned her with an ellipsis, followed by "It's okay, you write your draft, remember to hand it in quickly", and then clicked on the q dialog boxes of Jiang Yucheng, Zhouchuan and Agui respectively, and asked them about the draft——

Honest person Jiang Yucheng——

Jiang Yucheng's "Disappearing Amusement Park" has been given the full draft, and Chuli hopes to add a short story with him...

[Jiang Yucheng: Why are you so anxious to ask for a draft? 】

[Shuijun invited by the monkey: Teacher, please open the official Weibo of "Moonlight" and take a look. If such a big event has happened, I won't take more manuscripts to prove myself, the body will be cold! 】

【Jiang Yucheng: ...】

[The navy invited by the monkey: ... can't it? 】

[Jiang Yucheng: You have spoken. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Teacher, occasionally you really have the temperament of a Korean drama actor, try to write romance in the next book. The actor is set according to his own personality, and it must be popular. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: Hahaha, you can really tell any nonsense for the manuscript, don't like what Shiukawa likes me, I will write more than 20,000 for you for a lifetime. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey:...]

Rubbish ghost——

[The ghost behind you: Why is it so anxious to control my draft! Didn’t it say that it’s too late next week! I need to catch my breath when I hang myself! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Hang yourself? I have already posted, and now the body is drifting in the wind on the official Weibo homepage of "Moonlight". Please wait in line to visit. 】

[The ghost behind you:...I saw the official Weibo of "Moonlight" and it was blown up. It was really miserable. Among the four thousand comments, three thousand and five hundred were greeting your ancestors and the eighteenth generation. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Do you know what's worse? 】

[The ghost behind you: What? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: If you don't submit the manuscript, I am unemployed. 】

[The ghost behind you:...]

Wenpi Zhouchuan——

[Zhou Chuan: There is no draft to hand in. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Have you promised my long serial outline before? ! 】

[Zhou Chuan: I don’t know what to write, don’t you think about it, what to eat at night? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Shiwudai.**! 】

【Hikawa: ...】

[Hikawa: Can you be more gentle? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: Yes, take my grandson a stick. 】

[Hikawa:. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey:. 】

above.

Such an anxious person, Chu Li was burdened with thousands of infamy, and was turned around for three days and three nights, but was silent from beginning to end. There was only one thing he was doing, and that was what he was carrying with him alive and well. Four authors urged the manuscript——

Four days later.

When everyone thought, "Let's forget about this matter, Chuli is back, thank her".

Chuli came to Yu Yao’s desk with three serials and two short stories that totaled almost 140,000 words before and after. This is the manuscript that will be used in the April issue of Moonlight magazine. When Yu Yao, Yu Yao roughly estimated the length and was shocked.

"So many words!" Yu Yao said, "Usually, with 140,000 words, it is possible that all manuscripts have been published that month. This time, all the authors you brought have accounted for so many. There are two more on the bird side. What about the author’s short stories...The April issue of novels will take up a larger proportion of space!"

"The author suddenly burst into words," Chu Li smiled, with an innocent look, as if she was not the one who put a kitchen knife on the authors' neck and asked them to hold a few more words. "Suo Heng has always been a good daily burst In terms of the number of words, what is really rare is that the other three Fu Jian Yi Bo also had such hard-working times."

"Huh, yeah."

"There have been so many messy things recently. It's a shame that they haven't abandoned the pit and escaped."

"Let's do it," Yu Yao nodded, and then smiled, "It's rare that the authors are so energetic, so of course we will continue. It doesn't matter if the number of words is more. This time, I will reduce the number of pages and pages of other columns. "

Yu Yao's words fell.

There was a reaction from Lao Miao. He originally sat quietly in his place, as if he was deaf, and turned a deaf ear to the conversation between Chu Li and Yu Yao... Now, after hearing the words "reduce the pages of other columns" , He scammed the corpse immediately, and the chair pushed his head back out: "Wait, wait...what is it, each column has a fixed length. How can I reduce it when I say that it is reduced? When does it say that it needs to be modified? Space? The coser column made a special topic on the cherry blossom festival this time, and I got back more than 30 photos. I'm worried that the space is not enough. Do you want to reduce it?!"

Chuli turned her head and looked at Lao Miao, her face became expressionless, and when she looked directly at Lao Miao's dumb and angry face, the corner of her lips suddenly hooked up——

The more authors and columns in charge of the editor in charge account for more space, and the higher the rate of submission, the higher and more stable the position in the editorial department. This is all that you gave me personally, Lao Miao.

Now that I'm out of a teacher, I can finally implement a wave of my own cleverness and studious...

How about it?

Surprise not surprise?

Accident is not accident?

Seeing the expression on Chu Li’s face, Lao Miao was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard Yu Yao sitting behind Chu Li in a hurry and said: “Moonlight is a novel magazine, so I didn’t delete the content in order to add more pictures. The truth...Furthermore, not to mention Jiang Yucheng and Zhouchuan, even a ghost is considered a small well-known author. As for how popular these issues of "Zhetian" are, you should have seen it if you are not blind. Are you going to delete the content of their manuscripts. Who are you going to delete? Jiang Yucheng? Or Jiuchuan?"

Lao Miao: "..."

Lao Miao: "But the post-production of my photos is done, and I'm halfway through the layout planning!"

Yu Yao shrugged and said lightly: "Cut half of it."

Lao Miao frowned: "Such a troublesome thing, I shouldn't do it, whoever asks to delete it--"

Yu Yao raised his eyebrows: "Wow, who shouldn't you do it? Me?"

First gift: "..."

Chu Li can't control the curvature of her lips... In fact, she doesn't need to control it. After all, she has been waiting for this day for a long time. At this moment, as long as the entire editorial department is not deaf, it has already smelled the air. With the strong smell of gunpowder, everyone looked awkwardly at the battlefield of gunpowder that came from Yao and Lao Miao...

"I can't solve this problem by myself. Are you unwilling to solve it? Or are you too lazy to solve it?" Yu Yao smiled, as if joking, "Everyone is very busy. Chuli and Xiaoniao have a lot of drafts on their hands. While proofreading, I'm going to run the three schools of "Disappearing Amusement Park" here. Who else can you count on? I will bow to you three times and ask you to come out of the mountain, OK?"

Lao Miao choked. At this moment, he finally realized the impoliteness and finding fault in Yu Yao's words, and his face suddenly became a little ugly: "You are boring to talk like this..."

"How do you say otherwise? Oh, right, anyway, you can skip me and make a decision about anything. Isn't it unaccustomed to suddenly receive my order?"

The smile on Yu Yao's face disappeared——

"Otherwise, I will call your boss?"

Everyone: "..."

Yu Yao stood up and put his hands on the table: "I might as well pick out the words clearly-I hope everyone sitting can clearly understand what I said today-I opened one eye before. One eye, I just hope that everyone can get along with each other and make our new issue of "Moonlight" a good one. One day we can compare with "Star Trails"... But maybe it's because I'm too talkative or too silent. It’s an illusion that the editor-in-chief of me is dispensable."

Yu Yao: "I used to have authors on "Star Trails" that were not twenty or eleven and twelve. Now they are all great gods who can be called by their names, and the worst-selling books have 200,000-sales bestsellers-let's put it this way , The author resources in your hand are not something I can’t talk about, because I’m the editor-in-chief, and I have the final say on "Moonlight" magazine. Talking to me is simpler, more effective and more direct than talking to any of you."

Yu Yao: "If this is the case, why do people still talk to you?"

Yu Yao: "So I hope that some people don't always worry about those little ones, and feel that they can get past me, join hands with people from other departments, and stand to a height that they can't reach... This is an unrealistic fantasy. "

Yu Yao: "In the editorial department, there is no second-in-command except me."

Yu Yao paused, after finishing speaking, he sat back firmly in his position.

Everyone: "..."

Lao Miao closed his mouth and looked at Yu Yao like Godzilla who had just come ashore;

Everyone in the editorial department looked bewildered, even the most invisible and almost invisible Lao Li put down the typesetting he was working on, stretched out his hand and stunned Ah Xiang next to him, and asked her what happened.

The bird's eyes flickered and I didn't know what he was thinking...

At this moment, the atmosphere was so tense that it was like a tight string, everyone's breathing was cautious, and the actual situation of this metaphor could be heard when a needle fell on the ground, and probably didn't care about it.

In such an atmosphere, Chuli, who was standing at the position closest to Yu Yao, smiled—

"Oh, what a big deal, Lao Miao, you can just delete one of the photos and do it all. That is to say, you can delete 20 or so photos. Isn't there seven or eight of them left? Let's talk about it, and make money with peace."

Chuli stepped on high heels, pulled out her chair and sat down in her seat, and made up for Lao Miao's last cut of the time-she could feel that when she said in a mocking tone "harmony makes money" Shi Laomiao was about to faint with anger...

At this moment, the editorial department is still terribly quiet.

People finally realized that the "Little God" incident did not just pass. The calm and calm of the previous few days was just a prelude. Now, it is when the storm is about to come.

...

After work this day, Chuli did not work overtime.

When I got home, it was still bright. Shirakawa lay on the sofa to play the mobile game where he received the advertisement. I heard that he has spent 170,000 yuan so far. The game’s exclusive customer service has two or three, chasing him every day. He was called "little brother" later, and asked him if he needed special services.

This caused Chuli to dislike such a sentence every time he saw him playing a game.

On this day, when Shirakawa heard the sound of the entrance door opening, he sat up from a posture of trembling legs and lying on the sofa like a conditioned reflex, turned off the background sound effects of the game, and held his phone with a serious face: "Come back today. Don't be expelled so early, right?"

"You were fired." Chuli bent over and put on slippers. "When playing games, the music is so loud that you can hear it when you stand outside the door. What's the use of closing the door when I open it?"

"..."

Hiukawa accidentally remembered that when he was a child, his mother pressed his head to practice the piano. Every day his mother went to buy food, he climbed down from the piano to watch TV, and then flew at the second when he heard the stairs. Turn off the TV series and climb back to the piano...

Until one day, his mother touched the back of the TV and found that the TV was hot, and then took him out and beat him up.

Unexpectedly, recalling the shadow of childhood made Hiukawa provocatively turn on the game's sound effects to the maximum----

As a result, she raised her head and glanced at Chuli, but found that she had changed the dark clouds a few days ago, where she walked as if there was a raining cloud on top of her head... At this moment, she was cheerful and didn't want to. Educate him about his appearance.

Hikawa quit the game. After the noisy game music stopped, the living room fell silent. The man's eyes followed the little girl who was walking back and forth in the living room. For a long while, he finally couldn't help but curiously asked: "Yuanyueshe It exploded? So happy?"

"Yuanyue Club did not explode, Lao Miao exploded." Chu Li lifted the rice jar and stretched her head to look at the rice inside. "Today Lao Miao was stunned by our boss - our editorial department has no second-in-command - Hahahahahahahaha, the boss looks like a bomber, much more mean than you."

"You don't need to add the last sentence."

"Last time you said it was really useful, I knew that my tears in the office on Monday didn't flow in vain..." Chuli scoured halfway through the rice and poked his head out of the kitchen, and gave his wet hand to the living room sofa. The man on the page gave a thumbs up, "Thanks for reminding."

Shirakawa looked at the people standing in the kitchen--

Three or four days later, she was like a living person for the first time.

It’s not like being dumb when returning home, holding the phone while biting the lower lip, and brushing Weibo with disagreement... At this time, Chuli’s eyes were light, and the corners of his lips rose into a malicious arc. It looks awkward and cute.

Her hair was a little messy by the wind outside, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold. At this moment, she was picking up on the kitchen door frame like a koala, leaning half of her body to look at him...

Wearing the slippers he bought.

Standing in his house.

His people.

The man sitting on the sofa moved in his heart and sat up a little bit. The corners of his lips couldn't help but cocked slightly. He met her eyes and said in a low voice: "Kids and tricks are never free. What rewards should I give me?"

The person on the door frame was stunned for a while, before he had time to ask the man what reward he wanted, he saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room like a master, raised his hand, and silently pressed his lips...

"..."

It took Chuli three seconds to figure out what he meant.

Her face flushed red, like a cooked shrimp, she screamed, and she retracted into the kitchen, her forehead was against the cold wall by the door, her eyes were big, her cheeks flushed, and her heartbeat soared to the point of medical treatment. The instrument can sound a high-energy warning!

at the same time.

The man sitting on the sofa watched her disappear to the edge of the kitchen door frame, but the skirt exposed by the door frame showed that she did not go far but shrank behind the wall... The tea-colored pupils looked at that corner with a faint smile. The exposed skirt, until I watched it sway slightly--

In the next second, the little girl wearing slippers on her feet blew out of the kitchen like a gust of wind, came to him, took his face, and quickly pecked his lips!

The soft, slightly cold touch ran across his lips casually.

When she took a deep breath and tried to escape, the man straightened her upper body slightly, then clasped the head she wanted to move with his big hands, and easily deepened the kiss...

The tip of her tongue pierced her teeth, she tasted the faint smell of tobacco in his mouth, and her brain was blank, she had no time to think, "Ah, is this man secretly smoking again? Is it Cavin?"-just a moment of dazedness, let him seize the opportunity , The moment the tip of the tongue entangled...

Not the first time.

Chuli is still a bit weak.

"...Woo..."

The other party's request made her sob that she couldn't resist. She awkwardly tried to breathe, holding her breath until her face was flushed, but he badly refused to let her go, and kissed her until the corners of her lips were flushed. With great difficulty today, the bright eyes narrowed slightly, and the water shone——

As if a century had passed, when Li felt her bones collapsed and softened by millimeter by millimeter, the man finally let go of her...

She took a greedily breath of air, stepped back again and again, stepped awkwardly with her left foot on the heel of her right slippers, then screamed "Ah", and fell on the sofa with her four feet upside down.

At the same time, she heard the man’s smiling voice sound above her head: "I said let you make something delicious tonight to reward me, where did you think of it?"

"..."

In the man’s nasty ridicule, Chuli grabbed the sofa pillow under his waist and wanted to kill Shirakawa-but after thinking about it, it seemed that he was still holding himself to death faster, so he held it firmly in his own red. A face that can probably drip blood.

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