Moonlight Variations

the next day.

The sun was shining in the sky, the flowers were giggling, and the bird said early.

Chuli's first reaction when she woke up was that when she went to bed last night, she was probably folded up by Hikawa and kicked the ball for a whole night, otherwise her waist couldn't be so painful;

The second reaction was "when I slept last night?" Why did I sleep the manuscript? The manuscript was not proofread, who approved me to go to sleep ah ah ah ah ah;

The first □□ should be grabbing the phone and looking at it, and then saw that it was about two in the middle of the night, the green tea bird in the office sent more than 20 unread messages continuously. The central idea of ​​so many unread messages is: Chuli, how the **** did you find some authors for the planning of the frontispiece? Don't think that the matter of using Hikawa as a shield is really forgotten, you trash!

First gift: "..."

If you end your life in the future and enter the soil for security, you have to give yourself a "morning prize for the worst day" in your life, then you can definitely be listed in the top three with excellent strength today.

It was 7:30 in the morning.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Chuli took a long sigh, and glanced at the half-corrected manuscript on the desk that had disappeared...Of course, it could not have been a burglary in the middle of the night. Chuli stood up calmly and stretched out. Lazy back, stepped on slippers and walked out of the study.

In the hallway, Er Gouzi was eating canned dog food mixed with dry dog ​​food with his tail cocked for a very creative breakfast... Chu Li touched Er Gouzi's head, and when he looked up, he saw the man lying on the sofa——

The opened proof book was firmly covered on his face, with his hands held up in a surrender-like manner; the slippers on the back of the sofa were missing, and the other foot was curled up and bent; Crayon Shin-chan’s pajamas were lifted up and exposed. A large flat and strong lower abdomen, a faint cyan hair under the belly button spreads all the way into the elastic band of the pajamas; from the edge of the pajamas, a small piece of black **** is exposed...

A man with divergent views, warm and moist like Yugongzichuan.

First gift: "..."

Subconsciously glanced at the mobile phone in his hand, Chu Li thought at this moment to turn on the camera and click on a picture. From then on, "Hikawa" can be contracted by Yuanyue Society at the price of various cabbage... But because of yesterday She didn’t do that because she was kindly taken in late, she walked to Hiukawa lightly, bent down, picked up the proof book on the man’s face and turned over—

About five percent of the rest, the red proofreading marks changed from the round kindergarten body to the beautiful characters of dragons and phoenix dances. The font was strong and powerful, and it became a bit scribbled because of someone's patience burning out later.

Chu Li: "...Huh."

Now, after hurriedly reading through the messy handwriting, Chuli really felt that his conscience for thinking of "holding the photo to make the fox" in the last second was condemned.

Cautiously put down the proofreader, took out the blanket from the study and covered it with the man-the man lying on the sofa fell from the back of the sofa with his big feet, he frowned and opened one eye, glanced at and bent over to The person who covered himself with the blanket said impatiently with a deep sleepy voice: "Get up early in the morning to fight ghosts?"

"It's half past seven, teacher, today and Tuesday is a working day that is not in your vagrant dictionaries." Chuli's voice is rare and gentle, "I'll go to wash and give you a hot breakfast. The teacher can eat when he wakes up. , Remember to take cold medicine after eating, and go to bed after eating..."

Hikawa raised his hands to plug his ears.

First gift: "..."

Chuli found that no matter what earth-shattering heart-warming incidents happened before, once normal conversations started, the love for the teacher in front of him could hardly be maintained for more than a minute... Chuli wiped his face and told herself to calm down. He squatted down on the sofa and leaned into Hiukawa's ears to ensure that he could hear the volume and said: "Anyway, thank you teacher for finishing the rest of the proofreading for me, and the blanket on my body."

Hirukawa removed his hands from his ears, and lazily glanced at the little girl squatting next to the sofa: "Actually, according to normal circumstances, I should pick you up and put you on the bed before covering you with a quilt."

"Oh," Chu Li nodded, "then why didn't you do this?"

"You are too heavy." Shirakawa said seriously, "I can't hold it."

Chu Li: "………………………………”

After all, how many girls' hearts are not enough in front of this teacher. He can grab your girls' hearts from your hands, throw them to the ground, and then dance the elderly disco on the scum of your girls' hearts.

Chu Li Qiang resisted the urge to pull out the pillow under Hiukawa's head and beat him frantically, then put it on his face and let him rest in peace, silently stood up and turned and went into the bathroom——

There are disposable toothbrush sets, paper cups, and white towels that have not been torn off on the wash table... Churei took these items and took a shower at Hikawa's house. After the shower, he was still washing his hands after blowing his hair. On the side of the table, I found a series of various bottles and cans represented by the fairy water——

Of course these things cannot be used for Ergou.

Chuli stopped watching the bottles and cans, and calmly wiped her big treasure sod honey on the mirror: "Well, who isn't the young man holding it?"

Refreshingly pushed open the bathroom door and walked out, Chuli turned and went into the kitchen to warm up breakfast for Hikawa, put it out on the dining table and put the cold medicine and a glass of water next to him... Chuli turned and looked around. The corpse-shaped man with a blanket on the sofa: "Teacher, I got breakfast and medicine. Thank you for your stay and work help last night. Did I go to work?"

The blanket-covered person on the sofa is still.

It wasn't until ten seconds later that Li wondered if he was still alive, and a big hand stretched out from under the blanket, and he waved it like he was driving a fly: Roll away.

First gift: "..."

Unexpectedly, this fox sometimes looks a little cute.

Chuli stared at the big hand, who was weak and impatient, sneered and put the proofread book carefully into the cloth bag, put on shoes, and left. Just two steps out of Hikawa’s house, the phone screen suddenly lit up. ——

[Jiuchuan: It’s a bit difficult to tell in person, remember to take your personal belongings away, otherwise I will use a transparent plastic bag to send it to the editorial department by SF Express, and note: it must be delivered on working days. 】

[Zhouchuan: Yes, the unemployed vagrant unfortunately knows what a "working day" is. 】

[Jiuchuan: It's a good day when a person can make a fool of yourself and the whole world can watch. 】

Chu Li: "………………………………"

Proofread this get.

Wallet mobile phone key big treasure sod honey get.

People are here.

Nothing was pulled down.

And withdraw the previous positive reviews.

Cute fart!

This demon!

...

after an hour.

Chuli returned to the editorial office on time at work in the morning and turned in the results of the first school of "The Book of Luohe". In Yao's praise, Chuli calmly accepted Xiaoniao's cynicism at the same time. He passed the chair and said with a smile: "Chuli, after the handover of Mr. Hiukawa's manuscript, you should return to the first part of the project, right? I was so anxious to sleep that I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night last night. Have you received my WeChat? , What are you doing?"

Chu Li: "I was catching up with the proofreading of the last point of "The Book of Luohe"..."

Little bird: "I'm also doing proofreading for Teacher Nian Nian, why aren't you as busy as you?"

Chuli bent down and sat down, raising his eyelids and glanced at the little bird: "Maybe it’s because there are fewer errors in the manuscripts of the teacher? It’s directly proportional, so there’s no way."

The little bird was choked, the smile on his face stiffened, and he whispered in a soft and half-joking voice, "It's really exhausting to be a project with you, and I want to be a father and a mother... both Newcomers, I don’t understand a lot, so you can just be a little bit more distracted and come here and help find an author? Really."

In the end, the three words "really" were downplayed, and the tone was enough to make people irritate the corners of the forehead to jump blue.

"Really, I'm sorry, I really can't find it."

While Chuli was talking, he tuned out the "funny childhood stories" that Agui had handed in on the computer the day before yesterday, checked the typos and sent it to Lao Miao with q...By the way, everyone like Yao was attached to the work group. Give away the Weibo link of Agui: At least according to Weibo fans, Agui did not lose to them.

——This is Chuli doing the last step for Agui's page.

As Xiaoniao said to Axiang in the toilet before, it was not that four authors handed in this horrible thing, but that the four authors divided the three-p front page planning page-all the paragraphs written by the authors will be given to the first. Lao Miao glanced over, and then Lao Miao decided to divide the area of ​​the three p according to the popularity and spirituality of these authors. The more popular authors occupies a large area, and the less popular ones are squeezed in the corner...

The popular difference between the authors is generally unknown to the beauty editors, so the article editor will make general planning, and finally the beauty editor will be responsible for the detailed layout-in order to prevent Lao Miao and Xiaoniao from venting their nostrils and bullying people, Chu Li had to put Agui's Weibo link posted in the work group that everyone can see.

I can’t wait to put the "We, ghosts are not much worse than you" bar on your forehead!

Lao Miao clicked on the link to Agui's Weibo. He was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head and smiled at Chu Li: "Oh, this author doesn't seem to be very transparent. You can try to make a short draft with her?"

Chuli nodded blankly: "Oh."

——About a short manuscript? If you squeeze her in the corner this time, try to see if someone is willing to write you a manuscript.

So far, Chuli still firmly believes: Although very angry, I have to admit that the frontispiece plans this round, and the bird wins.

……………………Such anguish continued until noon that day.

There was a shocking reversal.

At the beginning, Li returned to his seat staggeringly with a bento heated in the supermarket and opened his chopsticks to enjoy his lunch. Suddenly the q in the lower right corner flashed, and Chu Li glanced at it, stunned, and thought he was dazzled. ——

How could this person take the initiative to speak to himself?

Until she held the chopsticks in her mouth, reached out to hold the mouse, double-clicked to open the flashing portrait, a familiar dialog box appeared on the computer desktop——

[Jiang Yucheng: Little Monkey, how are you doing in Yuanyue Club? Is there anything I can do for you? I'm missing a manuscript and no one, so please feel welcome:)]

Clang.

The chopsticks in Chuli's mouth fell to the ground, her mouth half-opened, and she didn't react from shock and ecstasy at once.

The author has something to say: Don't miss it when you pass by. Each of the three chapters will give out 300 red envelopes! !

It's all here, I'm glad to see you again, baby, let's make a bubble with your paw!