miss a useless name

24.

After lunch, Yu Yan had a phone call with the editor.

The first is to confirm the matters of the signing event. After all, all kinds of personnel deployment and venue arrangements need to be prepared in advance.After discussion, Yu Yan planned to put the first signing in Nancheng, where his dream of being a writer originated.The editor respects his opinion and temporarily finalizes this location.

The second is to tell Yu Yan that his collection of short stories is also in preparation, and ask what name to choose.

When Yu Yan was a teenager, he participated in many essay competitions that were among the best in the country, and he submitted articles to magazines in junior high school.Later, I gave up because of my studies and my parents’ disapproval, until I went to college and temporarily lost control. After studying, I wrote articles for a certain official account to earn pocket money.What's more, Yu Yan still has a lot of short stories that have been written but not published in his hands. The earliest one was written in the first year of high school, and it was still a manuscript.

Yu Yan had an idea, and selected ten articles carefully, from a young boy to stepping into the society, which contained the reflection of his entire youth.It's not for making money, it's a commemoration, and it's also a gift to myself.

"I'll think about the name," Yu Yan said, "Here's a white paper sample book first, and I'll take a look at the details. Most of it was written when I was young, and readers today may not like it. If it is confirmed to be published, the circulation should not be too high. Many, mainly because I want to keep it for myself and make it into a commemorative edition.”

The editor said: "Okay, the layout has been arranged, and it will be mailed to you together with the sample book of "Tacit" in a few days. If there are no accidents, the signing will be held in mid-to-late September, and you will be notified when the location is selected. For the promotion, should we go with the website or trouble Mr. Cheng?"

The website cooperates with Cheng Shen’s company. Cheng Shen directly asked someone to be responsible for the previous publicity. Outsiders only said that the two were close friends. In fact, Cheng Shen didn’t want to pass Yu Yan’s affairs on to others, so Yu Yan was one of the authors. The right to speak is quite large.

He thought for a while, out of his own consideration: "Just follow the website process."

This phone call lasted for a long time, and I need to listen to his opinions on various details.After it was over, Yu Yan drank a glass of water in one breath, finally heaving a sigh of relief.

After work, you always have to face different people and things. Communication has become a must, and social occasions have become the norm.Yu Yan accepted it with difficulty, and struggled in the process, sweating profusely every time he walked forward.

Later, when he changed careers, Yu Yan got what he wanted, with a comfortable working environment and a happy heart, he finally had expectations for life.Even now, he is happy and willing to answer all kinds of work calls non-stop.

In fact, Yu Yan has a bigger goal. Being a writer is a childhood dream, and this is the first step.The work of the magazine is a foreshadowing, but also for a more comprehensive understanding of the industry.He has a new pursuit, and wants to set up his own studio, be the editor-in-chief, and even start his own magazine.

The lights in the living room were not fully turned on, leaving one on the floor.There is a computer on the coffee table, the owner was using it not long ago, and the screen was still on.The color of the coral velvet carpet is very fresh, softly attached to the ground, there is a layer of shallow traces on it, like new grass stepped on by birds, and the tender green leaves are pressed down low, overflowing with a pleasant fragrance, is Some people are sitting there unkempt and working.

Cheng Shen put the key on the shoe cabinet, took off his shoes and shouted, "I'm back."

He was still wearing the clothes he had worn before he went out yesterday, the suit was draped over his arms, and the shirt inside was a little wrinkled.

Yu Yan bent back holding the spatula, the open kitchen was brightly lit, and a half-figure emerged from it: "Are you back? Go change your clothes, I'm cooking noodles."

Cheng Shen tugged on his tie, and casually threw his suit on the sofa.The tall figure turned into the kitchen, and was blown by the lingering heat.

"What are you doing here?" Yu Yan was frying peppercorns, and the oil was crackling: "Be careful of splashing."

Cheng Shen ignored him, and passed his long arm through his waist, gently wrapped it around, and placed his chin on Yu Yan's shoulder.He closed his eyes and took a breath, only smelling the choking smell but not Yu Yan's fragrance, and frowned in dissatisfaction: "Why do you eat spicy food again?"

"No," Yu Yan took a step back, and Cheng Shen also backed up following his actions: "Just fry some pepper oil, it's fragrant. I didn't even dare to put chili powder in."

He put the spatula aside, picked up the pot, and poured it into the prepared sauce with difficulty.

Cheng Shen caught him from behind, the muscles on his forearm tensed, and there was a "stab" sound, and the fragrant scorpion dripped out.

"Then what are you going to do?" Cheng Shen put the pot back and kissed Yu Yan's ears and neck with just one tilt of his head.

"Then it's cooking noodles." Yu Yan pushed him away: "Don't squeeze here, you go take a shower, you're sweating all over."

Cheng Shen pecked behind his ear, turned and left contentedly.

Ten minutes later, Cheng Shen changed into his pajamas and came out, just as Yu Yan was serving the noodles.

The red soup is filled with shallots, three or two green vegetable leaves, a few slices of ham, and a runny egg. The pepper oil is fragrant and numb, and it looks very appetizing.

Cheng Shen opened the stool and sat down, pulled the noodles twice to confirm that there was indeed no chili pepper, not only that, even the Chinese prickly ash had been picked out in advance.

He picked up the chopsticks and mixed it, his heart was filled. This bowl of noodles costing less than five yuan seemed more mouth-watering than the expensive western meal last night.

"I remember someone said brazenly last night," Cheng Shen took a bite of noodles, exhaled hot air, and said vaguely, "He said that he can flip a big spoon with one hand."

Yu Yan was sitting next to him, holding a fork in his left hand, delicately twisting the noodles three times into his mouth.

Cheng Shen squinted at him, and wanted to be ashamed of him: "In the end, I couldn't even handle the pot."

Yu Yan quit: "Can I handle it? It's because you have trouble holding me."

Cheng Shen bumped him with his knee under the table: "Is it difficult to admit that you can't lift your shoulders or lift your hands? My brother is happy to feed you, so it's nothing to serve a pot."

Yu Yan almost wanted to roll his eyes, so he simply changed the subject: "How busy were you yesterday?"

After leaving the company, Yu Yan seldom asked Cheng Shen about work matters. On the one hand, he wanted to respect Cheng Shen, but on the other hand, he didn't want Cheng Shen to feel the pressure. His work was exhausted, so he deserved some consideration.

Cheng Shen replied: "All night, something went wrong with the cooperation case."

"Is it troublesome?"

"It's okay, it's all settled."

Yu Yan nodded: "Then I will tell you something."

Cheng Shen ate a piece of tasty ham sausage and felt seriousness: "What's wrong?"

Yu Yan gave a brief account of the autograph session, and waited for Cheng Shen's reaction after speaking.

Cheng Shen kept his mouth shut, but considered various issues in a short period of time. The first one was to confirm Yu Yan's true thoughts: "If you hold a signing event, you must show up and get in touch with the readers. You Really OK? If you don’t get used to it, don’t force yourself, I’ll communicate with you on the website.”

Yu Yan was moved: "The website respects my opinion and does not force me. So I am willing. Now that so many people support me, I also want to do something."

Cheng Shen understood Yu Yan's thoughts, and it could be seen that this kind of appearance gave Yu Yan a different feeling from the previous social appearances. The former was joyful, while the latter was difficult.He put down the chopsticks in his hand and rubbed the back of Yu Yan's neck: "You think about it, when the time comes, you can search for your photo on the Internet, and the treasure I have hidden for so long will be made public."

Yu Yan is rarely called "Baby", and the only few times are in bed.At that time, he couldn't cry, his eyes were confused with all kinds of mist, and Cheng Shen even called him in his ears like a villain, which made him feel ashamed and blushed.

Yu Yan turned his head back and muttered: "There is still a photo of me on the website of the attached high school, an outstanding graduate, not only me, but also you."

Cheng Shen smiled: "I'm just kidding, you can do whatever you like, and I'll help you solve any problems."

After the meal, Cheng Shen took the initiative to ask Ying to wash the dishes, and Yu Yan went to the bathroom to dispose of Cheng Shen's dirty clothes.

Cheng Shen's shirts and suits are all high-end items, and he usually saves a few pieces and sends them to dry cleaning on a regular basis.

Yu Yan bent down and picked up the underwear and socks from the clothes basket and threw them into the washing machine. When he took out the shirt collar, he noticed a light yellow color on the shoulder line.

He stared at the trace suspiciously, and smelled a scent that hadn't dissipated when he got closer.Yu Yan is no stranger to this smell, the girl's makeup smell, the editor-in-chief of their magazine and his sister Yu Wen all have this smell.

Where did it come from? It was still on the shoulder.

Yu Yan pursed his lips and thought for a long time, probably Zhao Fei came here, that girl would almost reach Cheng Shen's shoulder without wearing high heels.

He went out with his clothes, and bumped into Cheng Shen who had finished washing the dishes, so he simply showed him the dirt: "You have Feifei's foundation rubbed on your clothes, right?"

Cheng Shen paused suddenly, and pressed down the sharp end of his eyes, nailing the yellow stain.

Yu Yan didn't notice his expression, turned around and picked up the suit on the sofa, and put it on his elbows together: "Feifei looks pretty, why do you put on makeup every day, it hurts your skin so much."

Cheng Shen's Adam's apple rolled very hard, his hands that had just washed the dishes were still wet, and he pinched the wet water stains in his palms, and the wind from the air conditioner turned them into chills.

"Social etiquette," Cheng Shen tried his best to remain calm, but he couldn't control his hoarse voice. He neither admitted nor denied: "If you feel sorry for her, buy some skin care products for her, the little girl will be happy."

Yu Yan felt that what he said made sense: "Okay, anyway, I have nothing to do at home, so I'll go shopping tomorrow." He jumped in front of Cheng Shen, smiling like an innocent boy: "Your assistant, you pay."

Cheng Shen lowered his eyes slightly, those eyes were deep and affectionate, filled with the wildness of a mature man, releasing his charm all the time.He didn't know what emotions were brewing, and scattered waves surged in his eyes, like eddies in the deep sea, dangerous and deadly.

"Yanyan," Cheng Shen held up Yu Yan's face, closed his eyes to block out those things that shouldn't be there, and gently rubbed the tip of Yu Yan's nose: "Yu Yan."

Yu Yan didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was hooked by those two low calls.

He felt that the tip of his nose was itchy, and his heart was also itchy, so he couldn't help but raised his head and asked Cheng Shen for a kiss: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Shen stopped responding to him, and pressed his thumb on his lips, caressing and enjoying Yu Yan's bewilderment and confusion.

"Yanyan," Cheng Shen pulled off the suit shirt in his hand, hooked the narrow waist, and plundered the exposed blood vessels on his neck, the movements were gentle and even flattering: "Do you love me?"

Yu Yan's eyes were quickly clouded, and he told him softly: "I love you."

But the tone is so firm.

Cheng Shen felt that he was completely bad.

He picked up Yu Yan, entered the room with a gloomy face, and kicked the door shut.

Cheng Shen was so fierce that night, he didn't shed any pity for Yu Yan's tears, instead, he got even worse because of the salty taste.

·

Yu Yan's signing event is scheduled for September NO.20.

As soon as the news was released, Yu Yan's Weibo comments exploded.

Yu Yan lay on Cheng Shen's lap and swiped his phone, and opened his mouth to pick up a piece of mango that Cheng Shen fed.

Cheng Shen is also watching over there, and his finger will pull down to refresh after 30 seconds, and a group of girls under the comments are chirping——

"Ah! Can I see Nanyan's true face in my lifetime!"

"I'm really looking forward to Teacher Nan Yan's signing event, and I will definitely be there to support you!"

"Which city will you do it in? I want to get a train ticket as soon as possible and wait for a reply online!"

Cheng Shen's eyes hurt from all kinds of "ahhh" noises, he threw his phone aside and concentrated on feeding the fruit, and looked down to see Yu Yan's sincere reply: "Thank you for your support, I will notify you on Weibo as soon as the specific location is confirmed. !"

Cheng Shen was speechless, and took Yu Yan's phone away.

Yu Yan jumped up: "What are you doing?"

"I've been watching for an hour, rest." Cheng Shen ordered, forked a piece of mango and bit it in his mouth.

Yu Yan poked him and opened his mouth, the meaning was very clear.

Cheng Shen didn't taste the taste at all, and he was completely speechless when he lowered his head.

He indulged in scratching Yu Yan's chin and asked, "Will the cast be removed next week?"

Yu Yan chewed the mango meat and nodded: "Next Monday, I already have an appointment with the doctor."

Cheng Shen touched his right shoulder, and saw that the protruding finger and left hand were obviously two different colors: "There will be an autograph sale next weekend, and writing so many words will affect the arm."

"Not at all." Yu Yan said: "What's the purpose of putting on a plaster cast for a month? It's to let it grow, and it's done when it's removed."

Cheng Shen sighed: "Hundred days of injury."

"Because of this sentence, I've been drinking pork rib soup until now." Yu Yan smacked his lips and rubbed his belly: "I'm already fat."

Yu Yan pinched his nose: "I like you too if you are fat, and you are just right now, you were too thin a while ago."

"Okay." Yu Yan closed his eyes comfortably, thinking about what to do in the next few days: "Tomorrow, there are three manuscripts to be reviewed, and the magazine has signed two interns who will be transferred to full-time assessment the day after tomorrow. I have to check it out. This week is over. I have to hand over the articles in the literature and art edition before, and I have to discuss the signing process with the website editor. The plaster will be removed next Monday, and I will practice my signature after the removal..." He counted and found himself in trouble again: "You said, I'm a pseudonym Or sign your real name?"

"Pseudonym," Cheng Shen didn't want Yu Yan to expose too much: "Now that the Internet is developed, you must be able to protect yourself."

Yu Yan agrees, thinking about whether there are any mistakes or omissions: "That's about it."

The two huddled together on the sofa for a while, before going back to their room to sleep.

The white paper sample book sent some time ago is placed on the bedside table, and Yu Yan is used to flipping through it before going to bed.He has already thought of a name, but he has not given an answer to the editor.

This book carries his entire youth, and those things that he never forgets are finally echoed today.

Yu Yan wanted to call it "Echo".

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