to deceive

to deceive

Author: Eucalyptus half

Copywriting

To deceive others is to deceive oneself.

But Hou Shujian could always see himself clearly.

[Don't look at the serious name, the more serious copywriting is actually a silly and sweet love. 】

Content tags: Sweet love in the city

Search keywords: Protagonist: Hou Shujian, Jiang Xiaoran┃Supporting role: Hou Anchen┃Others:

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"Teacher, this is my home. We live here." Hou Anchen took out the key from his schoolbag, opened the door with his right hand and pointed to the door next to him with his left hand. "There are my dad's books, my piano, and other Nothing else."

Standing behind Hou Anchen, Jiang Xiaoran turned his head to look at the door of the other house, then turned around and said, "Anchen, it's not good to be so sudden. Teacher, go back first, and wait until someday you have talked to your father about it." ..."

The door of the room was already open during the conversation, Hou Anchen pulled Jiang and said with a smile: "It's okay, teacher, my dad is usually free at night, and besides, I said before that I will bring you here." The voice shouted: "Dad! There are guests!"

Jiang Xiaoran followed Hou Anchen and closed the door, put on the slippers that Hou Anchen found out, straightened up and looked at the living room, and suddenly heard a loud noise from the room inside, followed by intermittent heavy objects falling to the ground.

Hou Anchen's small face was dazed, and he turned around and said to Jiang Xiaoran, "Teacher, sit on the sofa first and drink some water", then ran to the water dispenser to pick up a large glass of water and put it on the coffee table, then ran again Go to the door of the back room, open the door and enter the back room and close the door behind you.

When Hou Anchen opened the door, Jiang Xiaoran took a quick glance. The inner room was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything, except for the faint sound of music coming out.

The morning sun was warm and comfortable, but when it fell on Hou Shujian's face, it failed to warm the expression on this man's face at all.Hou Shujian held the phone with a blank expression, and said slowly, "Can you... can you... say it again?"

"I'm really sorry, Teacher Chisu! Originally, there was a manga adaptation of your novel that could take up fifteen pages, but the computer was stolen and the manuscript was gone. Later, when I was in a bad mood, I accidentally turned my hand I fell and broke my bone, so I really can't go on this issue..." The editor on the other end of the phone was also very hard, if it wasn't for the fact that she and the artist knew her, I wouldn't believe it.

"But..." Hou Shujian's voice was filled with bitterness, "The deadline is five days away, and I just opened a new article, which is about to be updated, and I still have another article. The deadline is three days away, oh yes, and..."

Before Hou Shujian finished speaking, the editor apologized again: "I'm sorry, Teacher Chisu, I know that other people's omissions can't be taken for granted, but I really can't recover from a broken hand. There's no other way...or else," the editor gritted his teeth, "Teacher, you add [-] more words this month, and half the usual number of words next month."

Hou Shujian also knew that it was really hard for him to refuse, but at least he had to strive for better conditions... He thought about this serialized article, and said: "I will only submit one episode next month. The number of words in the serialized article is less than usual. , but less than half."

The editor heard more than half of it, thought for a while and asked: "Mr. Chi Su, do you have a general idea for this episode...?"

Hehe he already wrote it.Of course, Hou Shujian wouldn't say it out loud. After a pause, he pretended not to be sure and said, "It's probably the character who died before. There are still some things about him that he hasn't explained clearly."

"That's great, Mr. Chisu, please write his episode. I want to read it too." His side story should also make many readers shout long live, "I won't bother you, Mr. Chisu, please come on!"

After hanging up the phone, Shujian lay down on the table very discouraged.Although he has won the benefits of next month, but right now it is still a terrible draft hell.Originally, the time Hou Shujian left for himself was just enough for him to meet the deadline with ease, but now he really has to...

I want to finish, I want to finish.Hou Shujian lay on the table and twitched a few times like a dead fish. When she raised her head, the middle of her eyes was already reddened by the glasses.

Hurry up!Codeword!Hou Shujian repeated these words in his heart angrily, and then closed the heavy curtains that had just been opened. The room was suddenly dark, only the faint light from the computer screen.

Today is such a pleasant day, Hou Shujian just wants to say "day".

I can't have dinner with my son again these five days...

Hou Shujian, 28 years old, is a popular writer.

Every time someone calls him a writer, Hou Shujian will immediately explain that he is an author, not a writer at all.

It's not modesty. Although Hou Shujian has published a lot of books, he feels that the horror novels he wrote are good for readers to pass the time.For him, coding is first of all an interest, and of course it is also a means of earning money. After having a son, Hou Shujian is more motivated to code.

When facing a close friend, if he is called a writer, Hou Shujian would sometimes say solemnly with a little pride: "No, I would rather you call me an excellent father than this profession." The other party was a little shocked and a little moved, and then added another sentence: "Call Dad."

Although Hou Shujian would joke about this, he could still be considered a good father.

Because of the relationship between inspiration and atmosphere, many writers have their work and rest upside down day and night, especially those who write horror novels like Hou Shujian, who are more active at night.

But Hou Shujian has always had a normal schedule. He must go to bed before one o’clock every day, wake up at six o’clock in the morning to make breakfast for his son, and wake up before nine o’clock when he returns home. Although it may not be the healthiest, this schedule is already normal enough for him A group of writers I knew knelt and smashed the keyboard.

This schedule is for nothing else but to spend more time with his son Hou Anchen who is in primary school.At noon, Hou Anchen ate in the cafeteria, so Hou Shujian could spend the whole day with the curtains drawn tightly, typing in the small black room he created.

In the evening, Hou Shujian cooked the kitchen himself, and the father and son had a happy dinner. After eating, Hou Anchen cleaned the dishes very sensiblely, and then obediently went to do his homework.

Hou Shujian waited for his son to chat with him after finishing his homework, caring about his son's condition: how is his study going?Has any girl written you a love letter?Oh no, did any boy write you a love letter?Oh, not at all... If you want to write a love letter, tell Dad, Dad will help you write it, you see Dad has written so many books, writing a love letter is not a piece of cake...

This dialogue mode ended when Hou Anchen was in the fourth grade, because Hou Anchen was so annoying that his father might let his calloused ears go after writing it once, so he finally took a wrong step and asked Hou Shujian to help write the letter love letter.

But Hou Shujian is a writer of horror novels.

The little girl was frightened and cried, and Hou Shujian finally tasted what it was like to invite parents.But after drinking tea in the office and returning home, it was he, the invited parent, who apologized.

After that, Hou Shujian no longer cared about his son's emotional state, but talked about everything.

Regardless of whether his son is still a primary school student.

He cared so much about his son psychologically, not to mention materially.Hou Shujian, a father, doesn't pay much attention to his quality of life, but he is never stingy with his son.Whatever Hou Anchen wanted, as long as it was reasonable, he would buy it no matter how expensive it was.

Sometimes Hou Anchen just said it casually, and Hou Shujian immediately added it to the pre-order list.Gradually, Hou Anchen also figured out how his father behaved, and learned to decisively add a sentence "I don't want this" after mentioning something.

Although Hou Shujian spends generously on what his son wants, his life is never extravagant.Hou Anchen was originally a sensible child, and under the subtle influence of Hou Shujian, he still developed the same thrifty habit as his father.

Although Hou Anchen had this good habit of saving, Hou Shujian still bought a lot of useful and useless things for his son.Fortunately, the room next door was also bought, otherwise the two men really couldn't put down their things.

During the summer vacation before entering the fifth grade, that is, a while ago, Hou Anchen seriously expressed his desire to learn the piano, and it was no surprise that he received strong support from Hou Shujian.Hou Shujian moved the piano into the next room less than a week after that—if Hou Shujian didn’t know anything about music and needed help from others, he wished he could buy the piano back that night.

Having a piano alone is not enough, a good teacher is also very important.Hou Shujian was still looking for it, so Hou Anchen told him that his music teacher at school was willing to teach him.

This teacher Jiang Xiaoran has been teaching Hou Anchen's class since the third grade, and if there is no accident, he should continue to teach until he graduates from the sixth grade - although the sixth grade basically has no chance to take any music lessons.

A lot of Hou Anchen's interest in piano comes from this teacher. In the third and fourth grades, Hou Anchen had exchanges with teacher Jiang Xiaoran after class. The teacher's encouragement also gave Hou Anchen a lot of courage. It's too early to start learning the piano.

After Hou Shujian heard the ins and outs of what his son said, on the one hand, he was relieved that the teacher did not need him to look for it again, and this teacher was teaching at the school after all, so he should be guaranteed in terms of ability and character. On the other hand... he I also couldn't hold back a little sour in my heart: my son didn't look for him