Moonlight Variations

Chuli is not the little **** of Shirakawa. Of course, it is impossible for him to really take time off to buy him rice noodles. He shook his face "Going out to buy good physical and mental health". Putting away his mobile phone, Chuli opened the door of the editorial department and went straight. Walk towards Ah Xiang’s seat—

Sit down, open the photoshop software, and forcibly pretend to be an artist... while stealing a glance.

Suo Heng's mental state looked terrible, his complexion was almost transparent, and his eyes had thick dark circles, but his lips were reddened by his tortured bites. Her hair is a bit messy, and her long hair is blocking her face like a curtain. It looks like she hasn't been washed for a few days in such a hot day. It's hard to imagine how she is under such a tight spirit. Created.

I accidentally thought of Zhou Chuan a few days ago. Apart from knowing that he was going to take a bath, he didn't seem to look much better than her. Fortunately, Chuli forcibly dragged him out of the door... Thinking of this, Chuli retracted his gaze and sighed with emotion. : It's a pity that the actor didn't know how to appreciate it.

—Look at q again. At this moment, I was still clamoring, "What's the use of not even buying a rice roll?"

I answered "Go to bed and get back to sleep when I fall asleep and I won’t be hungry anymore." Then I closed q, and after a while, Ah Xiang, who came in on his way to work, walked in...Looking at the man sitting in his position and playing with the drawing software. Chuli looked at the girl sitting in Chuli's position with her head bowed and wiping tears. The beautiful girl looked dazed.

Chuli gave up half of the chair and motioned to Axiang to come over and squeeze.

Ah Xiang put down his breakfast and really came to squeeze with her. The two of them squeezed into a chair and took out their phones one by one—

[Flying Elephant: What's the matter? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: …Yesterday, Lao Miao did something, the boss just finished talking, let us secretly find the follow-up, don’t say anything, Lao Miao turned around and said to Suo Heng: No one wrote the follow-up at the beginning of yours, now There are two ways. Either you write a follow-up by yourself, or you can directly cancel the front page plan of the monthly issue. You can choose by yourself. 】

[Flying elephant:...]

[The navy invited by the monkey: What the **** are these two options? They really poke the author’s heart and dignify their dignity? It's better to say to the author directly: Do you choose one of Shangdaoshan and Xiayoupan? 】

The two squeezed in a chair raised their heads and looked at each other. At this moment, Suo Heng stood up suddenly and said in a voice that the entire editorial department could hear: "I know that I am not popular now. It’s not good anymore-readers give me private messages every day, so why do you write worse and worse; I miss you who was full of aura between the lines... I see, don’t I understand? I really don’t need anyone to sympathize with me, you guys. I want to withdraw my manuscript, or the people who want to withdraw me, it doesn't matter!"

Chuli grabbed Ah Xiang by the sleeves, and Ah Xiang immediately threw her away with an expression of "Don't catch me, I'm also afraid"—

There was silence in the room.

Suo Heng sobbed: "I don't want to write anymore. I have gone from peak to trough for so many years. I am fed up... But if you don't want me to write anymore, tell me by yourself, why bother to find an editor to insult. Me, send me away?"

The atmosphere instantly became a little Qiong Yao. Yu Yao was originally standing, and now he directly sat back on the chair, and the chair turned back to everyone. She lowered her head for a long time, and sighed in a slightly hoarse voice: "I'm sorry. Ah, it's all my fault."

Chuli and Axiang shivered and hugged each other in an instant.

[Flying Elephant:... What strange literary and artistic movie did you travel to? What happened to her boss? 】

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

The story of Yu Yao is a long story.

Chuli sat here for twenty minutes. On the surface, she stared at photoshop for twenty minutes. In fact, she pricked her ears and listened to gossip for twenty minutes attentively—

It turned out that it was really as reminded by Zhouchuan and Lao Miao that Yu Yao and Suo Heng had known each other a long time ago... Seven or eight years ago, Suo Heng had just become famous when he was young, and Yu Yao was still young, just a kick. Stepping into the editorial department, the heart is full of enthusiastic new editors.

The two newcomers collided and a wonderful chemical reaction took place. Suo Heng’s first bookmark was given to Empress Yu. Yu Yao, who was born with a calf and was not afraid of tigers, had a cheeky face. Suo Heng's book paved the way and promoted...Finally, as a newcomer, Suo Heng's first book hit an incredible print volume for the publisher at the time!

At that time, Yu Yao had a firm foothold in the editorial department, and Suo Heng was also facing various honors that followed...

Super newcomer

The most potential beauty writer;

Best-selling female writers born in the 90s;

Rising star in the bestseller world...

some type of.

At that time, Suo Heng was also very grateful to Yao. The two hit it off and became close friends—even after Yao came to city g with work transfer, Suo Heng also came to city g. The two are the relationship between the editor and the author. Sharing with a good friend...

Every day after get off work, Suo Heng makes a good meal at home and equals Yao. Yu Yao and Suo Heng will discuss the plot and outline of Suo Heng’s new book while having a meal. After the discussion, Suo Heng will throw away the dishes and start the day of creation...

Soon, during their discussion, Suo Heng's second book was born, and it was still a big hit. It was a happy event for everyone, but at this time, a moth came out—

Once people reach a certain height, they begin to fantasize about the broader field of Zhenggao. Both Suo Heng and Yu Yao are no longer satisfied with being a "bestseller" with "30,000 to 50,000 prints". They want to expand the pattern of creation. Big, push your article to more readers—

Suo Heng began to seriously consider the skills and methods of "writing" for the first time; at the same time, Yu Yao also moved a book of creative guidance books to his home, such as "Developing Story Ideas" and "Basics of Film Script Writing" , "Story"...everything.

[It is more three-dimensional to express the emotions and personality of characters through events. 】

[You are wrong to write this. 】

[The character of the character must be rich, a good person cannot be a good person, and his personality must have some flaws that have nothing to do with the three views-for example, if the protagonist is a teenager, then it is reasonable for him to have secondary disease. 】

[The characters are too monotonous, you should think about what kind of stories are behind them, and treat them as living people, living people with the past. Write it down and show it to me, let’s discuss it together...]

Discussions like this began to appear. At the beginning, Suo Heng changed it according to this method. In the third book, there was indeed a saying that "the writing technique is more mature" was praised by the readers...

But at the beginning of the fourth book, I don't know how, sales began to decline.

"It feels too written", "Textbook-like writing, looks good, but it doesn't resonate much", "The author becomes more commercialized as he writes, and loses his energy." "Jiang Lang is exhausted" comments appeared—

In Chuli's words, you can say that the author of this book is super bad and ugly, but you can't say that she is exhausted and lacks energy... This is definitely a knife in the heart of the author.

Suo Heng thought this was his bottleneck period, and he worked hard to read more writing books, and wanted to get out of the bottleneck period—

This process has continued to this day. Suo Heng is still publishing his book at the Yuanyue Society, but now that there is something "talented" author mentioned, people have almost forgotten the existence of Suo Heng;

Yu Yao didn't take her anymore. The two of them seemed to be escaping from something. Yu Yao moved out of their shared apartment and came to the "Moonlight" **** editorial department;

Suo Heng followed, but Lao Miao directly docked with her...

above.

In fact, Chu Li didn’t know what happened, just looking at the current situation, Yu Yao regretted showing Suo Heng the messy writing books, and thought that he had harmed Suo Heng...

Made.

Dog blood.

It is not easy for editors and authors to come up with such an unconventional tragic ending.

At this point, Chu Li finally understood what was going on with the kind of violation that she had felt since entering "Moonlight"—

Why Yu Yao helped her to speak, probably because she had seen her own shadow on her body earlier. She described the “enthusiasm” and “hot blood” of Chuli one by one;

Why is Yu Yao always ambiguous about Chu Li's deletion and modification of "The Book of the Gods of Luohe", and all follow the author's opinion as the standard of conduct;

Why did Yu Yao appear to be more retreat when facing "Suo Heng" as long as Lao Miao mentioned it;

Why does Yu Yao seldom interfere with what the author writes and how to write? Chuli even thought that Yu Yao did not have his own judgment in this aspect...

-It turns out that Yu Yao was just a person who was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of Jing Sheng for ten years.

Chuli and Ah Xiang squeezed into a chair and watched the whole show. Yu Yao and Suo Heng went out. Before going out, she took a look at Lao Miao, and it seemed that it was the first time she had expressed a great deal to him. dissatisfied…

After the air pressure in the editorial department returned to normal again, Chu Li sat back in his position, turned on q, and discussed a wave of Yu Yao and Suo Heng with Zhou Chuan—

[Hirukawa: Do you know that too? So what I said that day, in the current environment, authors actually don’t need editing anymore, because there are too few editors who can really play a positive role. 】

[Zhou Chuan: An editor who doesn't even know what he wants and blindly pushes the author forward is harmful. 】

[Zhou Chuan: You stared at me that day, as if I was like a white-eyed wolf who is unforgivable and knows no good or bad. 】

[Shuijun invited by the monkey: Teacher, I just want to comment with you on this incident. Suo Heng and Yu Yao’s cohabitation routine is a bit similar to the two of us. 】

[Hikawa: Where does it look like? 】

[Jiukawa: I did not sit at the table with you to discuss the book I was writing; nor did I sit in pajamas in front of the vanity mirror after dinner while combing each other’s hair while discussing who the protagonist of my new book should kill the next villain... 】

[Zhou Chuan: I may be overwhelmed in more than ten years, but I will not sit in front of you crying and tell you-I don't need to write, but if you want to give up, please tell me in person. 】

First gift: "..."

Hikawa typed extremely fast, and before Chu Li hadn’t figured out how to refute his last sentence, his next two sentences and three sentences had already appeared—

[Jiuchuan: You hurriedly move the books that teach writing to your home, and say "Teacher, please take a look", I dared to stand at the door of my house and fight with you, and then tore off those books and set them alight for you The corpse cremation ceremony contributed to the building. 】

[Zhou Chuan: I really will, if you don't believe me, try it. 】

[Jiukawa: I will finish my last masterpiece in prison: "Killing the Editor". 】

Chu Li: "....................."

Mom's mentally retarded.

[The navy invited by the monkey: I just have thousands of sorrows in my heart for a girl, and I want to chat with you, but you chatted to death. 】

[Jiuchuan: What a fart, when I am idle? 】

…

In the afternoon, Yu Yao, who had gone out for a whole day, came back. She looked tired and told everyone that the front page plan of the January issue would not be cancelled. Everyone continued to find someone to ghostwrite and write the follow-ups of the three authors.

Everyone got the order.

On this day, Yu Yao never said even a word to Lao Miao.

…

In the evening, Chuli returned home.

As usual, I cooked dinner for the author who threatened to write an article called "Killing the Editor" a few hours ago. The two sat at the dining table in silence with each other in basic manners.

Chu Li: "Today I wash the pot, teacher, how about you spend 20 minutes writing a follow-up to Suo Heng?"

Zhou Chuan lifted Erlang's legs and wiped his mouth with a tissue, one at the corner of his eye, and he looked like an unusually old bitch: "Yu Yao told you to find me?"

Chuli was silent: "No, but since you know about this, I don't want to ask other authors. The less people in the circle know about this kind of thing, the better..."

"Oh." Zhou Chuan looked up and down Chuli, did not speak, his face seemed to be smiling and not smiling, as if to mock her for eating and supporting her kindness, Suo Heng was not leading her, so what kind of hollow?

Under the man’s playful gaze, Chuli bit her lower lip, carried the tableware into the kitchen, threw it into the sink, turned on the phone, and found the only outsider she thought could help—

l Jun.

After briefly talking about the causes and consequences of this incident, Mr. L quickly responded to Chuli—

[Mr. L. who disappeared: It is more appropriate for you to ask for the help of the author of the Eight Classics for this matter. Have you consulted with Zhouchuan? Have you been in a good relationship with him recently? 】

[The navy invited by the monkey:? ? ? ? ? In the morning, he threatened to fight with me and wrote a book "Killing the Editor" which records his own killing process...Made, a big Rebbi, thought he was Higashino Keigo! ! ! 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I begged him in front of him just now, but I didn't want to, but looked at me with the kind of "are you sick or think I'm sick". 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: I'm angry when I say it. 】

[The navy invited by the monkey: It's better for him to write it himself. 】

Throwing the phone away, Chu Li started to wash the dishes.

At this time, she heard the sound of Shirakawa opening the door and taking Er Gouzi out for a walk, and she stretched her head and glanced at it. This guy didn't bring a mobile phone when she went out.

He made a grimace at the man’s back, and Chuli retracted his head and continued to wash the dishes... Twenty minutes later, when the door opened again, and the dog’s paws on the ground, Chuli just wiped the last one. The dried pan was stuffed back into the cupboard.

Wiping her hands on the apron, untying the apron into a ball, Chu Li holding the apron in one hand and the mobile phone in the other hand and walking out of the kitchen...At this time, the mobile phone in her hand vibrated, and she just looked down and saw that Mr. L was silent for a while. After I went, I finally returned to her—

[The disappeared l: Are you so angry? 】

[Mr. L who disappeared: You didn't tell him that you were anxious, did you? 】

[Mr. L disappeared: Hey, OK, let me help you, why don't you still have me? 】

[Mr. L who disappeared: I will send it to you before dawn tomorrow morning. 】

Chuli let out a long sigh.

I was trying to show off a wave of I found someone to help. I don’t need you. You can stay cool, but I looked up and saw that the man who had just returned home was now leaning on the sofa and holding it with one hand. While holding his mobile phone, I don’t know who he’s chatting with right now. In the new message notification sound of Dingdingdongdong, his eyes are rarely soft, and the corners of his lips are slightly raised...

He lowered his head and looked attentive and patient, chatting with someone who didn't know who it was.

-Chuli stood in front of him for a long time, but he didn't raise his head to look at her, even for a glance.

When it came to the flaunting and flaunting of the mouth, I swallowed it back into my stomach... The hands that had just washed the dishes were still a little wet at the back of the hand, the fingers holding the apron were slightly tightened, and the round fingertips were slightly white because of this action...

Chuli suddenly thought that before she went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, this guy looked at her in the same way that she was looking at non-humans—

…The difference in treatment is too big, right?

When did he use this expression to talk to me? !

There was a burst of irritability and soreness in her heart. Chu Li frowned, threw the apron in her hand on the sofa, and went upstairs without turning her head.

The little girl's slippers stepped on the attic stairs and made a loud "pop".

The man sitting downstairs then raised his head, glanced blankly at the crumpled apron that was thrown on the sofa, and then looked at the attic stairs behind him—

Although I'm in the identity of Mr. L, didn't I **** condescend and agree to write to her?

What else are you dissatisfied with?

What's wrong with this?

Ah?

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