Wenhao refuses to be touched

A knife is a murder weapon, which can easily take a fresh life.Strange, if it is only used as a tool to take life, stones that can be found everywhere can also do it.After all, life is such a fragile thing.

The life called peace is also easy and can be taken away.The important thing is not the tool used to snatch it. The cruel knife that takes life can also become the gentle blade that saves life. Self-preservation is also a kind of plunder, plundering peace from others.

Peace is a precious existence that needs to be fought for.

——"Peace on the Tip of a Knife" by Feiyin

I slammed the pen down on the piles of manuscript paper, exhaled heavily, and lay back on the back of the chair, finally feeling alive.

"Have you finished writing?" Oda Saku sat on the spot and didn't get up, he tilted his head, "The next step is to copy the official manuscript, it's seven o'clock in four or 10 minutes, can you revise while copying?" ?”

I looked hesitantly at Oda Tsukuru, whose expression remained unchanged. Maybe he hadn’t recovered from the anxiety about the deadline. Why did I feel ridiculed when I heard his words?

Rubbing the sore temples. "No, there's no need to transcribe, it's already done."

Odasaku obviously didn't believe it. "I know that it is very difficult to finish writing a novel in one day. Occasionally, a writer will have a moment of inspiration. This kind of opportunity is as rare as a miracle. You are not just making up for the delivery of the manuscript, are you? Please take yourself seriously work."

"I don't think Odasaku, who is going to assassinate after get off work, is not qualified to say this."

"I take my two jobs very seriously. Also, it's Oda, not Odasaku."

"Don't worry about such trivial matters." I waved my hand to stop Oda Zuo, who obviously wanted to make a long speech, and put the two manuscripts in his hands. "All in all, I have finished writing, a little over [-] words, which can be considered a novella."

To be honest, my liver hurts a little. I have experienced the pain of the writer's liver bursting, and I have also experienced the joy of submitting the manuscript before the deadline.

"Next time, please tell me ahead of time, don't suddenly say that it's time to submit the manuscript, even if I do it a few more times, I will be angry."

I didn't get a response from Odasaku, I looked at him strangely, and found that he was already seriously reviewing my manuscript, frowning and stretching his brows sometimes, and breathing heavily.

Taking advantage of his opportunity to review the manuscript, I imitated the walking posture of the thief on TV, and walked gently and slowly to the kitchen.Of course, I ordered this to prepare dinner. During the time when my liver was exploding, the coffee table was full of empty snack bags and drink bottles. Dazai drank Yakult as a drink, and a row of five bottles went into his stomach. , not to mention random steps.

Well, Yakult is delicious, and I like to drink it too.

Bozi soda is also delicious, and I am drinking it too.

The biggest benefit to me of economic affluence is that I am no longer so careful about budgeting, and it also satisfies my appetite.It would be wonderful to not have to live a life of claustrophobia anymore.

Money, what a wonderful little thing!

I quickly prepared dinner, walked out of the kitchen with a large plate of fried noodles and a plate of fried pork with green peppers, and called out to them: "Zaizai, Ranpo sauce, come to eat. En? Odasaku, you are in a hurry, why are you still here?" Won't you go?"

I really don't want to face Oda's mature face now, and I finally understand why all writers love and hate editors.

Oda Tsukuru who just finished watching the ending raised his head and looked at me. I was taken aback by his eyes. What's the matter with the eyes looking at rare and exotic animals?

Touching the goosebumps on his shoulders, he pointed to the wall clock that was pointing to seven past five. "Is it Oda Saku who said he has to get off work quickly, or that you want to eat here, I don't care."

Open a few cans at most, and make a lot of chow mein, and make up enough to make everyone full.

Odasaku stood up, and just when he stood still, his feet went limp, and he staggered a few steps before he stood still.I thought his legs were numb after sitting for a long time, but Odasaku took out a small notebook from his pocket, handed it over with serious hands, and shouted at me: "Teacher, please sign for me." !"

I was stunned for a moment, and Odasaku blushed and said cracklingly: "Teacher, it really wasn't your real level before. After reading your masterpiece, I have a lot of insights. Please allow me... ..."

"Stop, stop!" I hurriedly made him quiet, dragged him towards the door, not forgetting to take the manuscript and his briefcase, and said while pushing it out, "It's so late, Odasaku must be busy , Hurry up and get your job done and go to a part-time job, I won’t keep you here, it’s not safe outside at night, so be careful on the road.”

"No, I decided not to go to my part-time job today..."

"Ah, I know, you must be in a hurry to complete the part-time job, right? After all, Oda Saku also said that he is a person who takes work seriously, so bye bye."

I slammed the door and touched my chest with lingering fear. I saw Dazai and Luanbu who were sitting on the dining chair looking at me teasingly, and said calmly, "Look at what I'm doing. I just have good intentions and don't want to delay Odasaku is just off work."

"My sister must have bad memories, after all, Odasaku did that kind of thing." Dazai said with a smile.

Luanbu also had a smirk on his face. "My sister is finally clever. If you don't stop him, you can talk until three o'clock in the morning."

After imagining that scene, it was too pictorial to cause discomfort, and I was immediately glad that I sent this Buddha away.

With a smirk on his face, Luanbu still had some regrets: "Time is too tight, I also want to read my sister's new novel, can I write a new one for Lord Luanbu later?"

"When will my sister stop giving what Ranpo-chan wants?"

"Then Zai Zai wants it too, Zai Zai wants to keep it as a treasure!"

Luanbu stared at him coldly. "You haven't returned the notebook from last time, where did you hide it?"

Dazai wasn't afraid of wandering at all. "Look for it if you can. Anyway, it's somewhere in this house. And that notebook is a reward for Zai Zai. Brother Luanbu can't just keep his word."

"I didn't say that I would use it as a reward, you..."

Well, the two of them quarreled again.After I cleaned up the dishes and drove them to the shower, the two little guys calmed down for a while.He ran out after washing after a few random steps, saying that he must get his notebook back, while Dazai let me rub his back, not in a hurry.

"Where did you put your notebook, Zazai? Tell my sister quietly, and I won't let Ranpo-chan know." To be honest, I am also curious, Dazai rarely leaves my sight, and even when it is convenient for me to take a shower, there is Ranpo I look at him.

So, where is the notebook hidden?

"Don't tell me, tell my sister, Brother Ranpo can guess it at a glance." Dazai hummed a Yokohama folk song, "My sister's thoughts are written on her face, so easy to guess."

All right, I just give up.

After I moved in, I asked Luanbu to live in the second bedroom next to me. The bed inside was also a double bed, enough for Luanbu to roll around on, but Luanbu was not satisfied. Last night, he still ran into my room and curled up into a bed. Tuan slept in the corner of the bed, looking pitiful.

So today I changed my strategy and removed the single bed in another small bedroom and put it in the master bedroom. The master bedroom became narrower all at once.The two beds are separated by five or six centimeters.

"Is it okay for Ranbu-chan to sleep in a small bed? I'm in the same room with my sister too."

Luanbu looked very happy, and put his treasured toys beside the pillow, holding the rattle in his hand: "By the way, sister, Sanmao has already returned home."

"Really? Have you given water yet?"

"I poured water for it, I can drink it myself." He yawned, like a chain reaction, Dazai and I also yawned one after another, and fell asleep in a daze.

As for whether to go and see Sanmao who obediently came home at night?Ha, I already have two smart and lovely real cats by my side. The kind of creature that sheds hair doesn't care what to do with so many things, as long as it doesn't lose it.

Well, I am such a cruel woman.

When I woke up the next day, I received a lot of emails from Mr. Takeuchi on my mobile phone. After a quick review, I concluded that he was very satisfied with the new work and was ready to publish it in the latest weekly newspaper. The remuneration will be sent by Oda come home.

Also, he said that there is a recommendation quota in the agency, and he wanted to recommend my last novel to participate in the Qingyun Award at the end of the year, expressing that he hoped to win the New Writer Award.

Very hopeful is what I said, Mr. Takeuchi's email is determined to win this award.

Naturally, I would not refuse. Knowing the beauty of money, I fell in love with the prize of 30 yuan, which would be of great benefit to the promotion of the physical book "Life and Death".

Engaging in literary creation is not only decent, but also really profitable... Hehe~

He also mentioned asking me to name my newly created genre, which will be used in subsequent publicity, or the newspaper office will help me name it.

I hated the trouble at first, and when I was about to push this job out, I suddenly remembered the shameful naming styles of various Japanese secondary school names.

If the newspaper office comes, will there be some strange genre names such as Imperial Voice, Renwang, and Wenqi? I feel that it will be more embarrassing than what I thought of above...

No, just imagining it will suffocate.

I said very seriously that I would name myself, and I didn’t need to bother him. After answering the accumulated things one by one, I scrolled up the first email Mr. Takeuchi sent me.

Good guy, Mr. Takeuchi, you are my elder brother... The first email was at two o'clock in the morning, and it was intermittent after that. He sent another email 10 minutes before I got up.

And when I returned, Mr. Takeuchi returned in seconds!

Is this working overtime all night!

Learned, Japan... is a country of social animals... So emotional, I also found a lot of paid information sent to me by a strange caller.

Originally thought it was spam, and wanted to complain about being blacklisted, opened the first one, and followed the cut-off word count of the message, the content of the message without punctuation marks...

It's all about my various conjectures and perceptions about my new work yesterday...

Immediately, I had no intention of opening the next one. I silently blocked the cell phone number that was obviously Odasaku, and decided that unless the other party brought it up and told me his phone number, I would never block this number. removed from the list.

Once again, I am firm... I will never read the reader's idea of ​​replying...

Odasaku, a sinful man...a young man.

You are a killer!Don't be like this, okay!I'm so scared!In fact, you are a black fan, right? If I run away from the window in the future, it will definitely be because you put unnecessary pressure on me, Odasaku!

After such ups and downs, I finally remembered the serious things I had to do yesterday.

Ah, so, what should I give Fukuzawa-san as a greeting?I should also write a letter to inform the other party in advance that I am going to visit him. Japan has a strong sense of ritual in this regard.

Hmm... If you want to buy things, you have to go out. It's not safe for me and my two younger brothers to go out like this...

"Ranbujiang, Zaizai, let's go shopping, we will be safe by hiring Mr. Fukuzawa as a bodyguard."

Luanbu still refused to get up, and he said without opening his eyes: "By shopping, ask the other party what suitable gifts to buy, and ask him about his preferences... Can you be more perfunctory, sister?"

Long-winded!It's good to know this kind of thing, don't say it!