Moonlight Variations

After get off work, Chuli wandered outside before going home.

In fact, I didn't do much else, that is, I deliberately took two more stops on the subway;

I went out of the subway to the supermarket, carried a bag of rice, and carefully selected some snacks, yogurt and vegetables;

When I came back, I was carrying too many and heavy things. I took three steps and rested for half a minute. I moved home slower than a snail...

When he got home, no one or a dog came to greet him. Chuli took off his shoes and stood in the hallway and looked inside. He was hungry, one person and one dog hung on the sofa like a corpse-only two dogs were left. Lifting his head to look at her strength; the man stepped on the dog's belly with one big foot, playing a mobile game, heard the movement, raised his head and glanced at the little girl standing in the hallway...

The two looked at each other for three seconds.

The corners of Chuli's lips twitched, and he lowered his head quickly.

The man on the sofa did not capture this detail. His attention quickly returned to the mobile game he was playing in his hands. At the same time, he said in a calm voice: "In ancient times, a man’s stomach was forcibly adjusted to A healthy stomach that doesn’t pull three meals a day in the morning and noon, and is not fed on time, is to be immersed in the pig cage."

Such a serious nonsense.

Chuli didn't speak, and threw the rice bag and the supermarket brought back the odds and ends, threw off the shoes, put down the bag, tiptoed and took the slippers from the shoe cabinet, was bending over to put on the slippers, and heard the man on the sofa turning over. , Asked casually: "I'm back so late, work overtime?"

Chuli bends over and puts on shoes—

The war has begun again.

【first round】

"...Yes, I worked overtime again today." Chuli put on her slippers and walked into the house pretending to be nonchalant, "I'm hungry? I don't know if I'm hungry, I don't know how to order a takeout first—the December Book Fair is coming soon. "The Book of Luohe" and "Hearing" are both rushing to market for publicity and planning, and the cover craftsmanship and everything are being determined to advance... Hey, you can't understand what I told you."

"Then what else are you talking about."

"Just to tell you, I've worked a lot of overtime recently, don't wait for me to come back and cook for you—"

"I'll give you a place to live, will Yu Yao pay you overtime?" The man lying on the sofa "crunches" and continued to play the game. "You still don't know which is more important. ."

"Yes, yes, I just don’t know what’s good or bad, I don’t know what to expect!" Chuli dragged a bag of Miyanyayaya to the kitchen, and at the same time raised his head and glanced at Shirakawa, and glanced at the man's face hidden behind the phone. "After all, you reminded me that Yuanyueshe is a place that is dying, I didn’t listen to you..."

"When have you heard of me?"

The man who was immersed in the game replied smoothly—then he suddenly pressed his finger on the phone screen, and the alarm bell in his brain was loud, brainstorming, and stormy waves! ! !

After the entire living room fell into a dead silence for a second, the man's fingers floating on the phone screen moved, turned over, and continued in a seamless natural tone: "Why is Yuanyueshe going to pass away? Who do you listen to? By the way, my book hasn't been published yet. What is it like when the Yuanyue Club has closed down? Don't talk nonsense."

First gift: "..."

【second round】

Chuli first fed Ergouzi with canned food to cushion his belly, and then turned to the kitchen to cook a meal—because she had been tossing on the road for a long time, let alone Shirakawa was also hungry, so she simply fryed a green vegetable, and then fried pork with green peppers and tomatoes. , And finally make a tomato egg drop soup and serve it to the table for dinner.

Gobbled it up.

The man sitting on the other side of the table holding a bowl looked at her as if she was reborn as a hungry ghost: "So if you are hungry, you don't know if you go home early. If there is something you can't do, you can't take it home and do it after dinner..."

"The progress of "Hearing and Hearing" is also catching up. The two books are being worked on together, and I am dizzy. You don't know what Agui has written. I'm afraid of missing something-now all the information is in the company computer, in case you and Agui's things are reversed, you will be deducted from your salary again..."

The man stretched out his chopsticks to pinch the meat, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong... The brown pupils deepened, and the corners of his lips hooked: "A ghost, who is so intimate."

"Huh," Chuli's eyes widened, "A ghost, don't you know it?"

The piece of meat was steadily picked up and dropped into the bowl. The man smiled and his voice was sincere: "I don't know."

"The ghost behind you."

"Who."

"Ghost baby."

"Oh, she," the man at the dinner table was unsteady, completely commenting on a stranger's tone, "I saw it during the official Weibo repost. What themes are written? Is it very popular? Excuse me for the first gold medal in "Moonlight" The editor brought it personally, male and female?"

"...The one who wrote it was very red, it was my friend, so I brought it myself, female."

"Have a chance to introduce you to each other." The man glanced at her and said lightly, "I'm going with you."

Chu Li: "……………"

[The third round]

After dinner, Shirakawa washes the pot and Churi washes the dishes.

Hiukawa raised the pot and threw it into the sink: "Discuss it, how about who will cook and who will wash the dishes in the future?"

Chuli glanced at the trembling man with long hands, long legs and long hands without the power of a chicken. He raised a pot with blue veins on the back of his hands and was shaking and trembling: "Why don't you say yell, who cooks and who eats?"

"You really eat, there is nothing wrong with it." Shirakawa turned on the faucet, muttering, "I'm so worthy of ten million, and most editors have to kneel and talk to me. You will eat mine and live mine. Let me wash the pot—hey, look at it, is this lot of detergent enough?"

Chuli stretched his head and glanced at the man's palm with a large pool of detergent, the corner of his eyes jumped, and he stretched out his hand to scrape half of the man's palm: "Where do you want so much, enough to fill your entire cupboard. I washed the scoops all over..."

The man lowered his head, looking at the half of the detergent left after the palm of his hand was divided, the viscous transparent liquid dripped down the side of his hand—

As for the palm of the hand, the friction tingling sensation produced when the two hands rubbed in an instant still remained there.

Her gaze fell on the hand of the person next to her. She was holding a steel wire ball, her fingertips were round, her nails were trimmed clean and she was covered with transparent nail polish, and each nail had a cute little symbol of health. Crescent Moon... At this moment, the steel wire of the steel ball sinks slightly into her skin because of her force.

Hikawa: "..."

Can this be trapped?

How tender is this hand?

Before the man could react, he had stretched out his hand to **** the steel wire ball in the little girl's hand—Chuli raised his head and looked at him awkwardly. The next second the man threw the sponge in his hand to her: "Use this, steel wire. The ball is used to wash the pot, do you know how to wash the dishes?"

"...Just you have a lot of work, what do you want to wash instead of?"

Chuli picked up the sponge with a black face and rubbed the bowl...At the same time, the man beside her who was a head taller than her, like a hill, picked up a steel ball and silently brushed the pot.

"By the way, teacher, I suddenly remembered something," Chu Li said, "have you not thanked you for Jiang Yucheng?"

"how?"

The man’s sixth sense told Shirakawa that someone wanted to do something again. He didn’t understand his appearance, and continued to brush the pot, but his ears stood up like two dogs—

"If you hadn't reminded me of the preface plan, and you could bookmark him to get through the trouble, I might still be the biggest joke of Yuanyue Club at this moment."

Chu Li stood on tiptoe and wanted to put the dry bowl in the disinfection cabinet-it was enough for two times but not enough. A big hand behind him naturally took the bowl and put it in the disinfection cabinet...

"I haven't reminded you?" The man's steady voice rang out close to her ears, "I'm sick, and the big weekend has finally taken a holiday to escape the deadly screams of you editors, go to the next door to be honest Soak in a hot spring and relax. What reason is there to encourage you to sit on the high-speed rail all the way and get in front of you?"

"..."

Chuli turned to look at Shirakawa, and Shirakawa looked back at her calmly.

That handsome and calm face seemed to say: How tender are you, fight with me?

First gift: "..."

Chuli: "Teacher, do you know the'Miss L'?"

Hiukawa raised his eyebrows: "Who?"

Chu Li: "That's the one who once wrote the essay to Empress Cocoon, and writes that with you."

Hiukawa lowered his eyebrows: "He."

Hiukawa washed the pot, stuffed it into the cupboard, wiped his hands, turned and walked outside, grabbing the Ergouzi leash hanging at the door of the kitchen and preparing to walk the dog... Churi also threw away the half-washed bowl, one step at a time. He followed him everywhere, staring at the man: "This time he wrote a follow-up to Suo Heng, I posted the official Weibo, a reader asked me in a private letter, is the person writing the follow-up to Suo Heng you? That reader is you An old fan for many years, she said that she would definitely not admit her mistake..."

"Old fans for many years will feel that I have eaten enough to write a follow-up to the author of the eighteenth line without paying a penny for the manuscript?" Hikawa put a traction rope on Ergouzi and straightened up, "Where did it come from? Black fan, expelled from fandom."

"...Why does your house have a collection of paintings by the cocoon?"

"Niece's."

Zhou Chuan took Er Gouzi out of the house.

Chuli hurriedly kicked her slippers and changed flip-flops to follow—

"...Your pajamas are the same as the ones I gave to Mr. L!"

"My niece gave it to me. What's wrong with this pajamas? Taobao sells more than 7,000 a month, and the same style is tens of millions—and how do you give away pajamas? I heard you say that lord is a man. There is one in the animal world. The unwritten rule to send pajamas is to ask for mating. Do you know what it means to mate?"

"..."

"I said the banana man, did you work overtime tonight and became tired and stupid and evolved into a melon skin? Why are you crazy with so many words that do not follow the preface..."

When he walked to the gate of the yard, the man turned around and looked at the little girl who was following him. He looked helpless and innocent and puzzled: "What the **** do you want to say?"

At a glance, he looked like he was really innocent.

Seeing that Chuli also became confused, she hesitated for a while, and finally asked what she hadn't been able to ask for a day and a night: "Teacher, is Mr. L you yourself?"

After asking such a question, there was another familiar silence—Churi raised his head and stared at Hikawa nervously, not even daring to blink his eyes, as if he was afraid to miss the emotional changes in his eyes every minute and every second. …

She looked into those brown pupils, and the evening breeze blew, with the smell of fallen leaves mixed with soil...In her ears, the sound of two dogs huffing became the only sound at this moment.

She saw Hiukawa's eyes twinkling, and the corners of her eyes soft.

He raised his hand, patted her head, and messed up her hair—

"That's it, what should I do," the man's voice sounded so calm and calm, "I don't know the person you said, you admit it wrong."

The man put the traction rope in his hand into the hand of the sluggish-faced little girl in front of him, as if he didn't see her look a little bit disappointed and a little grateful, a little aftermath. In short, all kinds of complicated faces...

The man took two steps outside.

Randomly heard the sound of flip-flops trotting behind him. The person who had fallen behind him trot and led the dog to catch up, and walked beside him and walked side by side with him...

She lowered her head, under the street lamp, when he looked down at her, she could see that the tips of her ears were reddening lovelyly;

The fingertips holding the dog leash intentionally or unintentionally buckled the dog leash, and the fingertips became slightly white because of the force. When they were loosened, the blood rushed up and quickly dyed red...

Hiukawa cleared his voice and forced his eyes away... Chuli looked up blankly and looked at the man who suddenly cleared his throat, staring at him silently, as if asking: What's wrong?

When Zhou Chuan found that he liked it, he acted like her dumb face, dull and silly, completely different from the sharp-toothed fighters of Lao Miao and Empress Dowager.

—It's like a warrior in a uniform. It's furry and cute.

"...Why?" The corners of his eyes were gentle and his lips were smiling. The man looked at the black, moonlight-reflecting eyes and asked, "Mr. L, is he a very important and important person to you? You hope very much. he is me?"

"No." Chu Li lowered his head again, staring at his toes and said with a mosquito hum, "It's not good, if it's true, I don't know what to do..."

The final sound was almost blown away in the night wind.

The man laughed, the laughter seemed to come from a vibrating chest, deep and magnetic: "Is there anything I don't know how to do? Who is he, he can be better than me—a popular spicy chicken author treats you. Editing is more important? Why are you so entangled?"

"..."

"Forget about him, then don't worry about it."

"..."

"Have you heard?"

"…Oh."

"Raise your head, walk the dog, concentrate... the dog told you to take you in the pit, you are fine if you fall, the dog has to take a bath if you fall — Ergouzi is one hundred and twenty yuan at a time, and he is worth as much as your family. I can't afford to burn money like this!"

"..."

"I really don't know how much firewood, rice, oil, and salt are expensive!"

"..."

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