Fate replacement

Most of the editorial work in the past half month has been delivered normally, but those who usually don’t delay the draft have delayed the draft. The next two weeks are inevitable, there are only less than two weeks left in the one-month cohabitation life, it is good to not continue to trouble Yu Mu, but I still don't want to leave my mother's side suddenly.I haven't lived with her for a long time. I may not be used to it at first, but after I get used to it, I have to leave her. Maybe it is a place that is within reach, but it feels like thousands of miles away.

Maybe it's been too long since I felt loved.

So under such family affection, I don't want to separate.

"Oh." Looking at the time displayed on the phone, today is a little later than yesterday, it is already ten o'clock.If it was in the past, I would still think that this time is not too late, but in the present, my thinking is completely different.At ten o'clock, my mother had already gone to bed, and the night sky was as deep as ink, and the crescent moon was the light that broke through the darkness, trying to radiate light.

There is still a long way to go home, but I have already begun to miss the home that does not belong to me.

I opened the door and said softly, "I'm back." The living room was almost completely dark, only a little light from the kitchen and the master bedroom allowed me to see things in the darkness clearly.

I didn't stay in the living room with my bag on my back, and went directly to the kitchen. I saw a bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables wrapped up and put on the table. There was also a small note written by my mother. I asked me to heat it myself. eat.

After putting down the things on his body, he put the food in the microwave and started to heat it up, "Huh? You are back." A familiar voice suddenly appeared behind him, it was Yu Mu. "Well, I'm starving to death." Lie in front of the table without looking back, staring at the food in the microwave, "It's been late recently, are you busy with work?" He pulled the chair aside and sat down, asking me this problem.

"Well, because some writers who don't usually procrastinate their drafts this time... This moment is the most terrifying. Their emotions will collapse and they will make trouble for no reason. When they go to visit, the whole..." Thinking of the two people who visited today A writer feels a pang of pain.

But after discussing with me, they seem to have some inspiration. I just hope they can finish the draft smoothly. Fortunately, I am in charge of the literary novel part. If it is the boy or girl manga department next door, maybe even the editor will collapse... ?

"Well, I haven't experienced it, but doesn't the editor need to proofread the manuscript?" He stood up suddenly, took the food that had just been heated in the microwave and put it back on the dining table, and helped me get the chopsticks by the way, "Well, wait, there are still three months left. I have to proofread the draft around [-] characters, and I may not be able to go to bed until twelve o’clock today. I have to discuss and revise the unsatisfactory plot with the author.” Sighing, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat the long-overdue dinner.

"Thank you, do you want to help?" He lay on the table and stared at me, "Huh?" I paused slightly when I heard what he said, and let out a surprised voice, "Uh, I can proofread and edit the plot, this I’ve done this kind of work a few times.” He blinked and stared at me, and his innocent voice made me feel a little at a loss, “How many jobs have you done…”

"It's just dabbling a little bit." He put on that harmless smile again, "Well, yes, if you can revise something. Originally, I wanted to say [-] words for the proofreading today, and [-] words for proofreading another book tomorrow." Ten thousand is fine, since you said you want to help, let’s do [-] per person, um, but when you want to modify the plot, discuss it with me.” By the way, let’s see if he modified it well, and let him if he can, although the style may be different. It's not the same. "Well, let's wait until you finish eating." There was not much food left, and after I finished it quickly, I took my backpack and Yu Mu back to the bedroom with soft lights.

After putting the things back in place, he took out his laptop, put it on the bedside table and waited for it to turn on, "I'll take out the bed table for office use." He took out a large bed table that only fits a double bed from the corner of the side wall, and put it on the up. "Well, is your computer turned on? This is for you, and the outline is written in it." He stared at the computer screen intently, jumping back and forth between two word processing pages, and finally decided on a copy to give to Yu Mu, "It's turned on, and the table is set up. Send me the file in a flash drive." When he turned around and was about to put the laptop on the bed table, he just put the turned on machine on it, "Okay , you wait." After confirming the content, use the flash drive to transfer the file to Yu Mu's computer, "I leave it to you, tell me when you want to change something."

Turning my eyes back to my computer screen, it is tiring to concentrate every time I work, but I don't like procrastinating work that can't be finished and can't be done well, and I can do it all at once.

When I was about to start reading the proofreading document, Yu Mu tapped my shoulder, thinking he had something to do, "Would you like to take a shower first, so that you can relieve some fatigue and take a rest, you also keep reading in the editorial department. computer?"

After listening to his words, think for a while, and then look at his persistent expression, "Okay, then I'll go wash it first, have you washed it?" He nodded to indicate that after washing, he took a change of clothes and went in out of the bathroom.

The water from the shower head keeps rushing to the body, as if washing away all the burdens, and the fatigue disappears with the water flow.

After washing out, the hot steam came out with the door opening, and he quickly returned to the bed and started working. Yu Mu looked at his computer screen with a serious expression.

After I came back, he asked me a few words from time to time, and then discussed with me which plot to modify. After a few times, I found that the technology he modified was basically a professional editor. After giving this book to him, I started to help myself. The manuscript in charge was revised and revised, and the work was finished at about the same time as him. Although he revised it very well, it was still slower than me who had been an editor for a long time.

"Which parts of your copy were changed later, show me and let me confirm it, and I will discuss it with the writer tomorrow." He called out the revised places, and after reading them one by one, he felt that there was no major problem. The text is also very smooth, there is no problem of misplaced characters. After copying the file back to my flash drive, "Thank you." Although I am tired, I smile happily. "Ha ah ─ no, I was quite happy doing it too." He smiled at me and started to collect the computer.

I took out my mobile phone and checked the time. It was a little slower than expected. It should be more time to discuss with him, but I was very happy to finish two manuscripts.

After putting away the computer, he also helped to put away the table on the bed, "Haha──Sleep?" He yawned a lot and rubbed his tired eyes. Looking at the computer all day really made the eyes overwhelmed , "Well, go to sleep." He saw me lying on the bed, and then he went to bed and turned off the light, "I have to get up early tomorrow..." Maybe it's because I took a bath, and I'm actually in good spirits now, but You might fall asleep right away if you close your eyes.

"What date is your deadline? Didn't you say that some writers who can't drag their manuscripts have finished their manuscripts?" Nothing could be seen in the dark room, "It's probably February [-]th, and there is still about a week... Then it will be the Spring Festival in a few days.” Before the Spring Festival holiday is probably the busiest time for publishing houses, right?Because the publishing house will definitely participate in activities such as book fairs during the holidays. It is necessary to launch new books, and there are also some special events or unexpected special episodes to be prepared. Basically, the people above throw out endless Ideas, and the people below are just hard labor trying to turn their ideas into reality.

But there is no way, they are the superiors, and we are just the staff under them.

"Wow, I feel so tired, but it seems that every publishing house is like this?" I couldn't see his expression clearly in the dark, and for some reason I always felt that his tone had other meanings, "Yeah, almost every publishing house is like this." All publishing houses are like this, and it is really difficult to survive in this industry.” Although he didn’t understand what was wrong with his tone, he still answered the cruel reality honestly, but I think he might be worse than me. understand better?Because he is a big boss, he climbed up bit by bit.

"Well, if I don't have any special documents to deal with lately, I'll help you proofread." These words suddenly appeared in the dark, and I was so scared that I turned sideways to face him, wanting to see his expression But it was still dark, "You, what are you talking about? I am very grateful if you help me once!" If his employees knew that their boss helped a small editor proofread the manuscript, how would they feel... "Yeah? But I'm quite happy doing it. It's much more fun than the official documents or planning reports I usually read. At least when proofreading, I can follow the plot content in the book. , those official documents may be..." His words are all in the air, even the superiors have the troubles of the superiors.

"Well, but... not so good?" He thought it was fun and he should have been an editor in the first place, what a waste of talent! "What's wrong?" He asked quite naturally, "Anyway, it depends on whether you are free anyway? And this is what I should do, so I'm really embarrassed to ask you to help... Well! First Sleeping, aren't you tired?" Turning her back to him, she decided not to pay any attention to him.

"Hehe, okay, good night." He also moved his body and said good night to me softly. The distance was so close that he could feel his breath, but it was only for a moment.

It was another peaceful night. There are only two weeks left in my life with them, and I still come home late. Yu Mu will help me with my work every night. Although he is very embarrassed, he is super persistent, and every time he wants to push it away He just looked at me with a pitiful look like a puppy—then why don't you just apply for the editor's job! ——I have to say that I really want to return him like this.

Otherwise, it would be nice to buy a publishing house and be the editor-in-chief myself.

Anyway, his ability is so good, he should be delicious in whatever he does.

The two weeks passed quickly, and the busiest period of work has passed. Now is a relatively relaxed time in the later period, and my sister and the others have returned from their business trip.

After contacting my sister, I followed my mother to collect her few luggage. In fact, I feel that my mother came to live here not only because of the reason my sister said. Maybe it is very sentimental to think so, but maybe my mother wanted to Spend more time with me?

When Yu Mu and my mother were standing at the gate of the community waiting for my sister, I suddenly said, "Mom, you have to take good care of your body when you go back." Although it is not a life-and-death parting, it is like leaving home for the first time. Child, I can't help but want to remind my mother more, "We can still meet each other, Hua'er, don't be so sentimental—" Yu Mu blinked, still so relaxed.

A car stopped in front of me smoothly, "Xiaoqing, I have troubled you this month." My sister said to me after getting off the car, "It's not troublesome at all, I am very happy." Although it is a polite sentence, but Still answered very seriously.

I am really happy. Although it is only a short month, I am really happy to be able to live with my mother again.

"Mom, let's go." My sister took her mother's hand, and when she was about to go back to the car, her mother stamped her feet and turned her head, "Xiaoqing, can Mom come to live with you every Saturday? Mom misses you, I haven't contacted you for so many years, I really miss you."

I stared blankly at my mother, "...Okay." The word of promise blurted out, because I also miss her so much, and I started to cry when I heard her words.

"Then mom will come back next Saturday, and Xiaoqing will trouble you too." Mother showed a shy smile, maybe she felt that my sister and I were bothered?But in fact, nothing at all, she raised us to such an age, I left her without giving anything in return, and haven't contacted him for many years, this little thing is not troublesome at all.

"It's not a problem at all, Mom. It's time to go." The elder sister showed a gentle smile and led her mother to the car. "See you next Saturday. I miss you too, Xiaoqing. "My sister got into the car, and the black Mercedes-Benz sped away in front of my eyes. I saw the car becoming smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared on the other side of the road. Then I realized what I promised... Turning around, I saw Yu Mu's gentle smiling face did not dare to look directly at him, "Holding, I'm sorry, I agreed to this kind of thing again." The other party was no different from before, rubbing my hair, "It's okay, I'm okay with multiple people accompanying me." It’s not bad, I’m the only one in such a big house, and a few people come here occasionally, and I feel so empty... Then do you want to move back? Or do you want to continue to live?” When he was speaking, his lonely expression was clear, I don't know if he thought of Xu Zhi again?

After thinking about it, I decided not to stay here and disturb him. Is it a kind of trouble for him? "Uh, I'll come and live every Friday, otherwise it's not good to bother you too much." To be honest, we are not close friends who have known each other for several years, but just a little over a month... Netizens, right?

It was good to be able to come and live here and help hide it from my mother. If my mother only came on weekends, there is no need to live here and disturb him every day. Although I am used to living with him, my reason brought me back to reality. .

"Ah, good, let's go up then." He turned around quickly and walked back. I didn't catch his expression when he said this, but I could really feel the loneliness in his tone.

I kept some things that I would use when I came to live in his house every week, and packed up the rest of the extra things to take home. He maintained his usual gentle attitude and sent me out of the gate of the community, just like I used to go back to work by car. At home, the house that I haven't entered for a month feels strange at this time.

It was clearly my home, but at this moment I felt that it was not my home at all, as if the home I lived in for the past month was my real home.

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