Moonlight Variations

Here, I don’t know what my good friends have done to me. The first gift of my son happily rushed back to the magazine. When I arrived, I was hand in hand at the lunch break around 1.30pm—everyone was sitting in the office. I eat in and take out and occasionally use the computer to chat with others or push my work a little bit. Chuli stepped into the office and greeted everyone...

I just think everyone looks very cute today, even the parrot fish and scavenger fish in the fish tank at the door are cute and glowing.

Walking quickly to the editor's desk, Chuli opened her bag to take the contract out, and was about to report to Yu Yao the good news that the contract has been successfully won. Yu Yao said first: "How come now? ?"

"Ah," Chu Li was stunned, squeezed his contracted hand, and pointed his finger outside. "It's still going to work. Editor-in-Chief Yu didn't say that there is still a week to get the contract and stop it, so I'm going to visit the day. Chuan until he was willing to sign the contract, so I also went to Shirakawa’s house today. I was late because of—"

Teacher Hiukawa asked me to sign the contract at eleven.

The beginning of the ceremony has not yet settled.

Behind her, Lao Miao sneered and took another sentence: "It turned out to be another trip for nothing, right?"

The old Miao's words fell, and Xiaoniao, who was also a newcomer editor, raised his head from the takeaway, and sighed softly: "It's really miserable to run around every day. Teacher Hiukawa should be very difficult to win, right? But it's good to go out for work. Ah, when I was working in the student union when I was in college, I liked going out to work. I don’t have to have meetings and occasionally I can get up lazily..."

First gift: "..."

Chu Li was stunned, always feeling that there was something awkward in his words, and turned around with a question mark on his face.

At this time, the American editor Li took over: "If you can start working in the afternoon, I might be able to send my children to school in the morning... My wife always complains that I go too early in the morning and I go out when my children eat breakfast. , Not like a dad."

Lao Miao: "Tsk tut, it's so pitiful!"

The little bird turned to Chuli and opened a smile: "I don't have a chance to go out after work. I really envy you, Chuli."

After a pause, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and whispered "Oh," and I apologized: "But I'm talking about my laziness in college. It's not that you will use the excuse of going out to sleep on purpose. Don't come to work or something...Everyone is so busy, how could you dare to delay the time to come to work, right?" He laughed again as he said.

Axiang, who was sitting across from the little bird, raised his head and glanced at her. The little bird raised his chin at her: "Is that right, Axiang?"

Ah Xiang smirked, noncommittal.

Lao Miao looked at Chu Li: "What about the contract?"

At this time, Chuli had been bombarded by them, and his brain was blank, and he didn't answer in the blink of an eye... At this time, Yu Yao laughed. Chuli was too tight. The contract was given to you, but it took half a month to get Hikawa. Chuli is still a newcomer. How can you expect her to get it in four days?...but Chuli, you don’t have to go out to work for one morning. You have other things to do, not just be in charge of one day."

Yu Yao looked at Chuli as he spoke.

Chu Li was trying to say no. The editor-in-chief contract has been won, but Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of Lao Miao's expression becoming a bit stiff. After ten seconds of stunned, he suddenly released the fingers holding the folder and wanted to take it out. , Let the folder fall back into the bag.

-The innate alertness of the herbivorous animal when faced with threats caused her to swallow back what she could not say.

Chuli stood upright, put her bag on the seat, and then smiled apologetically at Yu Yao: "Sorry, editor-in-chief, I will try to convince Shirakawa that I won't come so late tomorrow. work."

Between Chuli's words, the whole office fell silent, Lao Miao turned his chair and made a soft noise, and the others returned to their lunch—the expressions on everyone's faces when they turned to face everyone. They all naturally enjoy their own lunch.

It's as if nothing happened just now.

"..."

Chuli smiled, and fluttered the sentence "I'm going to the bathroom" and walked out of the office to a place far away from the corridor—when he heard his heel hit the ground, Chuli stopped. , Looked behind him.

She looked down at her leg, still shaking a little now.

Full of "why", "what's going on" and "what happened", she took out her mobile phone with the same slightly trembling hand, swiped her finger to enter the text message interface, and found the one that was still kept, and the only text message record was "Tomorrow Ten I came to my house at one point, outdated and not waiting.” After hesitating, I pressed the button to dial the other party's phone. The phone rang three times and was quickly picked up.

【Hey. 】

"Hello, Hiukawa, I am Chuli, that is... the editor of Yuanyuesha who came to your house in the morning to sign the contract."

On the other side of the phone came the sound of heavy objects falling and the barking of dogs, which looked chaotic. Chuli waited patiently for a while before the low and indifferent voice of the man over there sounded again: [What's the matter? 】

Chuli slightly squeezed the phone in his hand: "Hello teacher, I'm sorry to bother you again. That's it. I just went back to the magazine and thought about it for a while. Could you please keep it secret for the time being. Today we have signed the contract." Thing until next Monday next week..."

[What do you want to do? 】

"..." Chuli lowered his eyes, "because it seems that it is suddenly not so convenient and immediately started to follow up, I am a little scared... No, ah, can you please?"

There was silence on the phone.

Hirukawa raised his eyebrows and took the phone away from his ear in a place where Churi could not see it—as if he could see what the people on the phone were cramping at this moment...

Incoherent, sound pitiful, what's up?

Wasn't you as happy as a monkey just now?

Shirakawa thought in silence for a while, during which he thought about logging in and glanced at it. He looked at the picture of the editor Lao Miao who was beating in the friend list with a message. He paused, as if he was trying to understand something. .

Here.

After waiting for as long as a century, Chuli finally waited until the other party tossed down the sentence "whatever you do, don't affect me" and then hung up the phone... Chuli stared. After being hung up, the phone that returned to the desktop was posted for about four or five minutes, and then he recovered, trot to the bathroom and washed his hands, making the appearance of having just used the bathroom, and adjusted his face in the mirror. His expression, only then took a brisk step back to the office.

…

Later.

Since Yuanyue News Agency requested that the working time be 9:30 in the morning, after being reminded by Yu Yao, Chuli arrived at the office on time at about 10:50 every morning. Sooner or later, it seemed that he had gone to Jiuchuan’s home to make a report. She went to the office again—the signed contract was put in her bag and carried on her back, safe and sound.

Then the first working week is over.

At the beginning of the weekend, Li lay in the rental house and let her out, and didn’t find anyone to spit out—to be precise, she didn’t know who to spit, because as early as Wednesday night, when she wanted to spit out those little **** in the office of Mr. L, she accidentally found that q was suddenly No such person was found, thinking about whether he was blocked or what happened, and after asking all the people around him who they knew in common, only to get a reply "I haven't seen Mr. l recently".

Chuli can't help feeling that people are unlucky and drink water and they are stuck between their teeth.

Colleagues targeted her inexplicably, and even friends who had lived peacefully together for more than three years had somehow blackened her.

In this way, she was abandoned by the whole world inexplicably.

what.

collapse.

The capital is unlovable.

…

What Chuli didn't know was that she was not the only one who had a difficult time these days.

Since Wednesday night, in a high-end residence in the city center of G city, there is also a guy who has been fidgeting for three days and three nights.

On Wednesday night, when Zhou Chuan finished the code at night, I was bored and watched the news on the Internet for a while. When I saw some weird news, I subconsciously copied the sharing code and then logged in to the account of [The Lost Lord] and opened the friends list. When he didn't find a familiar monkey head in the first second, he was slightly stunned.

Then it occurred to me that I made a disagreement and deleted the family at noon.

...... Deleted the troubles forever.

Good deleted.

I forcibly ignored the fact that the shared code I copied was to be sent to someone. Hiukawa opened a bunch of unread messages, and then found that all the people who left messages were friends he and the monkey knew together—

[The ghost behind you: Al, the monkey asks where you have been... What's wrong with you? Deleted her? quarrel? She said you didn't quarrel! 】

[Xiaoyehua: What happened to you and Ahou? 】

[Swaying in the wind: The monkey is looking for you, what's the matter with you? Have you been hacked? 】

[In the swaying wind: Are you there? 】

[In the swaying wind: The monkey is crying miserably, and the world is looking for her husband. 】

Hikawa: "..."

Are you crying?

Is holding Hiukawa's contract so beautiful that I can't sleep.

Staring at the word "Sanggong", Shirakawa curled his lips, and his teeth fell sour.

For a long time, the man snorted, cocked his legs and trembled and muttered to himself: "There are so many lobbyists, you."

Turn off the trumpet q, turn on the tuba, pull up the online list, catch Comrade Jiang Yucheng and paste the copied sharing code, and get a series of "??" After that, Hikawa started chatting with his friends. —

It’s just that this chat was three days without stopping the car. Every day after Jiang Yucheng finished the word, he could see the dozens of messages left by Jiuchuan, and they reported that he had “woke up” and “what did you eat at noon”. ", "What do you want to eat at night", "This news is so interesting hahahahahaha", "I rely on you to see this wonderful author who has become a demon fan", "... content…

Jiang Yucheng's heart was broken.

Until the weekend night, he finally couldn't help but broke out—

[Jiuchuan: The curry sirloin I ate tonight was so unpalatable that I saw the Buddha. How did this store not close down today? 】

[Jiang Yucheng:...... Brother? You are free? What did you eat tonight whether it was delicious or not has anything to do with me, and you didn't invite me to go with you! ! 】

【Hikawa:...】

[Jiuchuan: Let me talk about it. 】

[Zhou Chuan: Boring, what are you fierce? 】

[Jiang Yucheng: If you are bored, go to the codewords. How many readers are waiting for you to update Hiukawa. Adding a little bit can make them happy-why come to me to force nonsense and not give you the cost of writing. 】

[Zhou Chuan: Why are you so mundane? With my thousand-character worth, I have enough words to gather the words I have said before to buy another house in G city. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: From Wednesday night to now, what you have said can at least share the living room, toilet and study in that suite. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: What's the matter with you? 】

[Jiang Yucheng: ……Don’t you suddenly look at me, shivering, I’m an overwhelming author who can’t catch your eyes, right? 】

[Hirukawa:? ? ? 】

[Jiuchuan: Normal sexual orientation makes me bored. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: Then you and I have known each other in the past three years, ten months, and eleven days, when you did not harass me and were quiet like a chicken, how did you live? 】

Jiang Yucheng's question was asked, but the other side did not answer for a long time.

What Jiang Yucheng didn't know was that at this time, on the computer side, Hiukawa's hands left the keyboard. He sat in front of the computer and stared at the computer screen, in a daze...

He knows the standard answer to Jiang Yucheng's question-in the past three years, ten months and eleven days that Jiang Yucheng has known him, he has not harassed him, and he has gone to harass another person. .

It's just that that person had just been hacked by his hand three days ago.

Hikawa: "..."

what.

boring.

The capital is unlovable.

The author has something to say: I can’t think of a reason for Overlord, um, to celebrate the beginning of another week’s working day, so come and have a bubble with joy?

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