Moonlight Variations

Chuli kicked and walked back to the room, slammed the door, swiped his phone in order to distract, just swiped to the new chicken soup Weibo updated by Jiu Chuan—this person has a tendency to move closer to the marketing account recently, and eat every evening. After 9:30, I will post an interactive topic on Weibo to chat with readers about 50 cents. Today’s topic is: Tell me about something that has bothered you recently.

First gift: "..."

[Buy fan plus q7758520: Recently, I fell into a strange rhythm. I am helping him with his work day and night and taking care of his life. Unknowingly, I seem to pay more attention to him than before. Sometimes I stare into his eyes unconsciously; some trivial gossips will also subconsciously talk to him (in the past, I would find other people); daily blushes for dinner (mainly because the **** is unobstructed)...

At first I seriously felt that I was admiring his talents. Until the first second I started to get tired of his natural tone when he spoke to me... Obviously I have already benefited a lot from him. I don't know the state of satisfaction, so what's wrong with me, anxious, online, etc. 】

Put your fingertip on the comment button and send it out after hesitating for a while. When the comment was successful, Chu Li shivered and threw his phone out—

The moonlight outside poured into the attic, and a cool early autumn breeze blew in. Chu Li trembled and climbed out of the bed and closed the window. Anxiously trying to pick up the phone again and delete the comment...

"I'm sick, say this under his Weibo!"

I patted my head, and finally found the phone that I threw away on the pillow. I picked it up and found that the comments I sent just now had seven or eight replies—

At this time, less than a minute before or after the comment was sent, she went to close the window... Ah, the readers of this play, are they really enthusiastic?

[Xiao Wenwen replied to buy a fan plus q7758520: Very romantic, take care of life and work? Korean drama routines. 】

[Ah, da da want to go to the street to reply to buy fans plus q7758520: These days, the zombie fans can also fall in love? 】

[Krypton gold can’t change your fate, reply to buy fan plus q7758520: Silly boy, of course you are in love — isn’t the above description the most beautiful state of the early love? Suffering from gains and losses, because he rejoiced in a word; down because of his eyes...Ah, it's great to be young. 】

[Who am I to reply to buy fans plus q7758520: You are in love. 】

[Who is my reply to buy fans plus q7758520: You are in love 1. 】

[This is impossible to reply to buy fans plus q7758520: probably because you like him, I wish you a good result. 】

[Wolf is coming, reply to buy fan plus q7758520: Every time I watch the Weibo of Hirukawa at this point, I feel like watching the "If You Are the One" scene. Alas, blessings in short, girls' feelings are always poetry. 】

First gift: "..."

It's not working anymore.

These people are talking nonsense.

It's worthy of being a big reader of the actor. With their big temperament, they open their mouths, and their imagination is so rich that they have been silent for a second and have already made up a new world.

Chuli threw the phone and patted her chest to calm her heart a little—

in love? Nothing.

Even if there is, it can't be Hiukawa.

Taking a deep breath, Chuli felt a bit dry, so she opened the door and walked down the attic stairs again—the second dog of health-preserving type has gone back to the kennel to sleep, and on the sofa, the man still kept the same as when he went upstairs. Leaning halfway there to play on the phone...

Chuli glanced at him and found that after he was scanning Weibo, he quickly moved his eyes away, walked through the entire living room without squinting, walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, bent down and took a bottle of soda from the refrigerator. Water—Fingertips just touched the ice-cold glass bottle. In the living room, a lazy voice sounded: "What is your Weibo account? Come and I will pay attention to you."

First gift: "..."

Fingertips slid on the glass bottle, leaving a trail of slug crawling on the water mist.

Chuli stretched out her hand, took out the soda, closed the refrigerator door and walked out of the kitchen with a "pop", raised her eyelids, her expression indifferent: "I don't play that, only the official Weibo of "Moonlight" magazine you want do not want?"

"...You are the representative of the cavemen sent to the city by the cavemen at the top of the cave. You don't need Weibo? Besides, why do I follow the magazine's official Weibo?" Hiukawa still stared at the phone in his hand, and sat up a little bit. "Now what news is not the first-hand news on Weibo? The top searches on the front page are better than anything else, and there are many interesting people on Weibo. How can you not use Weibo... I eat Get your drug, see what unknown creatures have you signed the "Book of Luohe" to?"

"..."

"come here."

Chuli grabbed the soda and walked over.

"Look, I just posted a Weibo to ask readers to talk about something that has been troubled recently, and then everyone helps each other to solve it-one fan said that it is necessary to take care of his life as a person who helps him with his work day and night. Before I knew it, I seemed to pay more attention to him than before.

First gift: "..."

The man read the comment without missing a word: "Obviously he has already benefited a lot from him, and I am annoyed by my insatisfied state. So, what's wrong with me..."

Chu Li: "……………………"

Chu Li: "How?"

Chu Li: "Isn't anyone allowed to ask questions?"

"I just want to say that you can smell the sourness of the girl's love through the phone screen," Hirukawa raised his head and glanced at Chu Li, and found that his editor was wearing a dead face without waves, "...you see Look, you see, you look in the mirror to see your unwavering face, so you don’t understand anything—you said it’s also helping me with my job and taking care of my life. Why don’t you always look at it when you talk. Hold my eyes; why don't you blush; and besides work, you don't even gossip with me and you are not allowed to gossip with you..."

Chu Li: "……………………"

The man sitting on the sofa sat up straight: "What's wrong with me? I can't even arouse your girl's heart at all?"

Chu Li moved his lips.

Hikawa: "Yes, it seems that this question makes you feel hard to tell."

Hiukawa asked again: "The last question, do you appreciate my talent?"

"What talent?" Chuli heard his dry voice sounded, "Dashes are flying all over the sky and still don't want to change it, or two male sacred beasts who are in love with each other and kill each other.

Hiukawa was angry: "You don't have a girlish heart."

Chuli was also angry: "I won't give it to you!"

He raised his voice and threw the cold soda in his hand into the man's arms. After the other party subconsciously stretched out his hands to receive it, he hummed his head loudly and twisted his head upstairs—

Hiukawa was holding a bottle of soda and holding a mobile phone in his hand. He looked at the girl behind him who was performing "Godzilla Climbing the Stairs" for the second time within an hour, paused and said, "How do I think you are How about becoming angry? Didn't I just boast that my readers are more girlish than you and cuter than you?"

"Lovely readers, live with them! Let them cook for you, walk the dog and wash your clothes!"

With a "clang", the door upstairs was slammed.

The windows downstairs shook three times.

The man froze for three seconds, craned his neck and rushed upstairs, shouting, "You demolish the house!!"

no respond.

…

Chuli had a nightmare that night. The most absurd one was when she summoned the courage to confess to Hiukawa. Hiukawa held her mobile phone and kept chatting with the person who didn’t know who it was. She looked up her head in the next second, looked at her with a faint smile, and said, "You show me your heart?"

Chuli really broke his stomach, but when he opened his chest and found that it was empty, the man smiled and said, "Look, I've said that, you don't have a girlish heart."

In the dream, Chu Li cried with a "wow", anxious and sad, and asked all over the world with his blood donating chest open: Did you see my girl's heart?

—Then I woke up scared.

Opened his eyes and stared at the familiar ceiling of the attic, the heart in his chest was beating vigorously to torment its owner. When Chu Li recovered from the sad mood in the last second of his dream, The first reaction is: I'm going to your Maade, is this going to be evil?

He got up to wash and went downstairs, glanced at the empty kitchen, and Chu Li walked to the door of Zhou Chuan's room: "Would you like breakfast?"

There was no movement inside.

It is estimated that last night was rushed to the early morning of the manuscript, and now it is over to death? Usually, Chuli is not eaten at home at this time. After feeding Ergou with canned food, he cleans up and eats some egg-filled biscuits on the way to work...

With dark circles, I came to the editorial department of "Moonlight" magazine at the point of going to work, put down the bag, turned on the computer and opened q. At first sight, I saw the offline word document sent by Mr. L. Chuli took a look at the file by the way. Sending time: 4:45 in the morning.

"..." Chuli saved the document as a computer desktop, "All night cats."

The so-called "capital", who is specifically included, is not named here.

Chuli cleared up his mood and immersed himself in work, opened Jun l’s document and looked at the follow-up to the story Solitaire he sent to Suo Heng—

At the beginning of Suo Heng’s story, it was said that the empire would fall to the stars, and the follow-up given by Mr. l was about three thousand words... It was said that this young empire would fall to the stars because of the struggle for empire rights, and he became a victim of the innocent family. In fact, the hero did not die but lived on a small remote planet in the Alliance, where he adopted an ordinary poor child to spend the rest of his life quietly—unexpectedly, as the child grew bigger and bigger, he was surprised It turns out that he is not a human being, but an ancient mecha that fell hundreds of millions of years ago with the last time the universe self-destructed...

The whole story is in three thousand words, with a narrative method between the outline of the article and the diary. The future history will be clearly explained, and the plot will be ups and downs. Finally, this young general drove this ancient mech back to the empire, combined with the old ministry, and cleared it out. High-ranking empire, ascended the throne as the youngest emperor in the chronicle of the empire.

At the end, Chuli was still immersed in the unexpected and seemingly reasonable shock of the ending—

The whole article, unexpectedly, is very good.

I haven't seen Mr. L write anything for so many years. Chuli is a little surprised that he hasn't written anything in these years. Not only has his brushstrokes declined because of unfamiliarity, but he has even improved... It's as if he has continued to write all these years and has never been wasteful!

In Chuli's view, the follow-up writing of this article, whether in terms of writing or storytelling, seems to have completely surpassed the beginning given by Suo Heng himself—

If you don’t know that the person who wrote this article is a layman outside the circle, Chuli would probably follow the submission mailbox to find the contributor and ask him if he is interested in a serious submission to the magazine!

With excitement, Chuli sent the manuscript to Yu Yao and Lao Miao after proofreading. Lao Miao didn't say anything after reading it like a stagnant pool of water every day;

Yu Yao looked very happy, and grabbed Chu Li and asked, "Who wrote this manuscript? It's really good. Is it a ghost baby? The style of writing is a bit different."

As if her own child was praised by others, Chuli was even a little proud of Mr. L. She opened her mouth and showed a clear smile: "It's a friend of mine."

"Boyfriend, boyfriend," Ah Xiang just passed by behind her and wanted to show Yu Yao a design with a USB flash drive. He glanced at the unclosed dialog box of Mr. L on Chuli's desktop, "I saw him call you last time. young married woman…"

"It's a joke," Chu Li said quickly.

"Your boyfriend is so kind to you, and he wrote you a manuscript? Is he himself an insider? Can you ask him to have a manuscript to try?" Yu Yao looked at the document again, a little bit fond of it. , "The style of writing is sophisticated, clean, and the plot is easy to come by... If you want me to see, it's not much worse than Hikawa!"

"It's over, it's over..." Chuli said embarrassingly, "He used to imitate Shirakawa's writing, and he was called ‘Xiaozhouchuan’. Your sentence, ‘similar to Shirakawa’, is really embarrassing."

"Our Jane Moon Club has never refused to dig newcomers."

"...Well, I'll ask him if he is interested in writing a short story to try." Chu Li said, "If this is only his extraordinary performance that he has rarely seen in ten years, don't show disappointment. Show me, he hasn't written for many years, and he may not write well—Axiang, what are you laughing at!"

"Look at the way you guard the calf," Ah Xiang said with a smirk, "It's really interesting."

"How do I protect my calf?"

"Don't you just ask for a draft, and give us a hundred vaccinations in advance... I'm afraid we will say no more to him."

"..."

Chuli rolled his eyes, turned his head and typed words on the keyboard, first expressed his gratitude to Mr. L with 800 words, and then slapped a wave of flattery with 300 words to show how the editorial department was shocked by the follow-up. Finally, Go straight to the topic with six words that are concise, powerful and imaginary: Isn't it an appointment? The manuscript fee is high.

l Jun did not reply.

It is probably not awake yet.

At the beginning of the afternoon, a wave of everyone’s story Solitaire was posted on the official Weibo of "Moonlight" in the early afternoon to organize and preview the follow-up submissions—that is, to take out a cut of the submitted submissions, regardless of whether they were selected or not, and send them to The readers who submitted the paper were satisfied with the vanity of "I was selected by the official", and it can be regarded as a response saying, "We really took your submission seriously", so that the submission will not sink the enthusiasm...

l Jun's paragraph was naturally sandwiched in it and sent out.

-Originally this was a very ordinary action.

However, what Chuli did not expect was that she was about to get off work in the afternoon, and she habitually swiped the official Weibo comments. At this time, she saw such a message in a private message—

[Official blog, hello, qvq This is a nine-year-old fan of Hiukawa, and I have been paying attention to it since the debut of the first book of Da, and every book will be turned upside down and read more than ten times! Today, I have a question I don’t know if it’s convenient to disclose: In the follow-up submission of Suo Heng’s story Solitaire, is the contributor named "L-Jun" Hikawa? The style of writing is so similar, there are familiar breaths between the lines, and I can't admit it wrong.

Seek answers.

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