Moonlight Variations

Chapter 118:

In the Internet age, the biggest feature of all information transmission is "fast"-"whether the popular best-selling author Shiukawa's works are ghostwriting for his father, Mr. Gu Xuan?" The gossip is already overwhelming at night, and it is everywhere in the circle of Shiuchuan. Other friends or acquaintance authors will inevitably come to ask him what happened, whether it is out of good intentions or curiosity, it is always a little irritating to ask too many.

Looking back on the whole incident, the unreasonable disasters suffered since the entry of "The Book of the Gods of Luohe" seems to have some sense of "happy things turned into zombies".

In the evening, just after dinner, Jiang Yucheng also came to Zhouchuan——

[Jiang Yucheng: Well, I just woke up. 】

At this time, Zhou Chuan was already annoyed by this group of people, and he didn't have a good temper with old fried dough sticks like Jiang Yucheng...

[Hikawa: How? 】

[Jiang Yucheng: No, it's you who open Weibo all over the world... My eyes are so spicy, what's the matter? 】

[Zhou Chuan: As you saw, the three of them became tigers, so do you come to "comfort" me? 】

[Jiang Yucheng:………………I was lying down with you, who will comfort me when I comfort you? Look at what the news says-"The well-known best-selling author Zhou Chuan used his father's relationship to enter the National Writers Association as an outstanding young author... By the way, so did Jiang Yucheng."]

【Hikawa: ...】

When the two had this conversation between Q, Chuli was like a sloth on Hiukawa and squeezed a sofa with him. Hiukawa was typing in front of her, and when she saw what Jiang Yucheng said, she sent it out mercilessly. "Quack" laughed until Shirakawa fumbled and covered her mouth with his hand...

[Jiang Yucheng: Why the **** is so unlucky for me, I have nothing to do with you lying down on the wall. 】

[Zhou Chuan: I specially showed you Tmall. Together with "The Book of Luohe", "The Lost Amusement Park" sold thousands more copies. Some merchants are eager to launch a package of two books and place an order. ...It seems that everyone wants to see what the rich and powerful people in the writing circle look like. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: tall, handsome, rich, funny, talented, mature, intellectual. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: Where's Chu Li? 】

Hiukawa lowered his head and looked at Chuli. Chuli reached out his hand and slapped the three words "I am here" on his mobile phone. He uttered it with his mobile phone. The man grunted with satisfaction and followed. type--

[Hikawa: In my arms. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: ...I shouldn't ask. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: Are you two officially together? Ah, the whole world knows it, it should be officially together... I didn't expect you to be so brave when you didn't know the word "responsibility". 】

[Jiang Yucheng: Don’t say anything, let me know when we break up. Thank you. 】

[Jiang Yucheng: I look forward to receiving such "good news" tomorrow. 】

[Zhou Chuan: You are dreaming. 】

[Zhou Chuan: Lao Tzu's death will bring her into the coffin with her. If you are cremated, mix her ashes. 】

Throwing the phone away, Chuli found that Jiang Yucheng and Hiuchuan still had a tacit understanding. Knowing that at this time, Hiuchuan was already annoyed by various information from the outside world, and did not need comfort at all. Jiang Yucheng never mentioned "comfort". Related words...

Come over to say hello, confirm that Shirkawa is still alive and still have the strength to fight with him, and then decisively prepare to end the topic——

After all, when people are emotionally underestimated, sometimes too much care or comfort is a burden for them;

Sometimes they just want to stay alone for a while and do something completely unrelated.

It's a simple truth, but many people don't understand it.

Jiang Yucheng was probably also a person who had been in the trough, knowing what the actual scar-revealing behavior called "caring" was about, so he came lightly, and left lightly... In the end he just stayed. One sentence-

[Jiang Yucheng: It's better to say something that you haven't done before. No matter how it will be interpreted, you have never done it before. You don't need to be silent. 】

Looking at Jiang Yucheng's last message, Chuli and Hiukawa looked at each other. Things have grown to such a feverish level as they are now. In the face of overwhelming doubts, Hiukawa said nothing, and remained silent from beginning to end.

Thinking about it now, what Jiang Yucheng said is not unreasonable: Why should you let you spread rumors and smear things that you haven't done before?

So ten minutes later, there have been so many days, from the beginning of the incident to the complete outbreak now, from the beginning to the end of Hiukawa’s only positive response, Hiukawa posted a new update on Weibo——

[Jiuchuan: I'm sorry if any misunderstandings have been caused. I have never said that "Eastern Wen Wen Lu" is my first work. 】

"Is it done?"

"It's done."

"Let me see?"

"What to look at, celebrity agent, you have to take care of everything you post on Weibo."

After the Weibo was sent, Jiuchuan was confiscated by Churi’s mobile phone, and he was not allowed to continue to read those comments that did not affect his mood. He didn’t have to go online and do nothing. The two simply sat on the sofa and watched Herman all night. The movie... From the first movie he made 20 years ago, there are five in total. The two of them discussed Herman’s favorite shooting technique and original writing style, and his first movie. The beginning of the work, the things to keep, the things to improve...

Hikawa is indeed a fan of this world-class writer. For each of his works and movies, he can combine Herman's own growth history and say a different opinion or two...

"It was said before that Herman was looking for a Chinese writer to collaborate on the next work."

"It's impossible to find me."

"What is the difference between people without dreams and salted fish?"

"What do you want to do..."

"As soon as "Don't Be Frightened Magpie" came out, the whole world gave way to it. Even when you hit the schedule, you had to step aside—hey, show your white teeth and threaten someone. Isn’t I telling the truth? This is the best resource that can be obtained through concerted efforts and even without asking God to tell the Buddha. How could the book not sell well? Don’t you want it? Don’t you want it? Don’t you want to enjoy it?"

"...You can still be a salesman if you don't be an editor."

""Don't be Scared of Magpies" was produced by Gu Baizhi. I heard it sells very well. Hey, I'm so envious..."

"I really want to throw you out of the house." Hikawa paused, "Or post the "Thirty Tenant Rules" on your forehead."

"I'm not a tenant now," Chuli raised his head slightly on the man's chest, staring at him, "Isn't I yours..."

Stopped halfway through.

Hiukawa curled his lips: "What is mine?"

Chuli's face turned slightly red, and she raised her hand and pressed her fingers to press the curl of the man's lips: "Don't laugh."

"I didn't laugh."

"You have, oops, Mad, don't laugh!"

It was one o’clock in the morning after watching the latest "Don’t be Scared of Magpies". Chuli yawned and was so sleepy that he was so sleepy that he got up from Hikawa’s arms and returned his mobile phone to him, watching the man climb up on the Weibo. Bo glanced at the comment and closed it.

"How to say?"

"'It would be fine if you admit it early','Ah, is it a ghostwriter?''Apologize, who didn't make a mistake when he was young'..." Shirakawa simply summed up the Weibo comment he saw just now with no expression on his face.

Chuli rubbed his eyes and was a little awake by the thunder.

I went to Weibo and took a look. Someone said, "You don't have a guilty conscience, why do you apologize", so they couldn't believe it: "These people have not scored too much in reading comprehension since junior high school, right?"

Zhou Chuan sneered, "I want to scold you for any reason. It's okay to just pretend to be mentally retarded."

Relatively speechless for a moment, he stretched out his hand and patted Chu Li’s head again: "Go to bed first, go to Yuanyueshe to ask for a leave tomorrow, and say you come with me to get the material, come home with me-look at my old man. What did Dad say, this dirty water splashes on him, don't say he doesn't care, the Writers Association will not just continue to pretend to die like this."

Chu Li hugged the man's waist, raised his head and rubbed his chest: "Yes, if you hang out this sentence, it can blacken your literary powers for a day."

Hikawa pointed his finger and tapped her forehead: "Go to sleep."

Chuli opened his arms, let go of the man, put his hands behind him, took a step back, and pulled him about half an arm away, tilting his head to look at him.

Hikawa stretched out his hand, pulled her back, lowered his head and put a kiss on her lips.

Chuli smiled silently, showing her big white teeth: "I'm your girlfriend."

"Well," the man let go of him, "you are, you are."

Chuli turned around and jumped up the stairs leading to the attic. After thinking about it, she turned around and leaned on the handrail of the stairs and pointed her head out: "So you have to write for me."

At a glance, I saw the man standing motionless in the living room, looking at her the way she left when he left, but at this moment he showed a mockery: "Fart."

After speaking, he laughed again.

...

Go back to the room.

Lying on the bed quietly listening to the slight footsteps of the people upstairs walking in the attic.

The man’s eyes were slightly dull, raised his hand, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and sighed slightly...At this time, the phone in the vibration mode was re-tuned to the vibration mode and the phone vibrated wildly, and he opened the phone’s WeChat, which came from dozens of hundreds. Of unread messages flooded in.

This night, it was not really calm.

[Teacher Hiukawa, are you there? Regarding the adaptation of the comic book "The Book of Luohe" we talked about last time, we reported to the boss. The boss said that the price is a bit high. Can you discuss it again? If it doesn't work, we may abandon this project. 】

...

[Teacher, we talked about the game copyright of "The Book of Luohe" last time. We have to look at the contract again. I said that the contract sent to you on Monday may be delayed for two or three days. Sorry...]

...

[Teacher, the establishment of the "Dong Wen Wen Lu" project was suspended tonight, but it shouldn't be a big problem. I will let you know if there is a new progress. 】

...

[Hello, Mr. Jiuchuan, I have previously asked you about the film and television copyright of "The Book of Luohe". After internal discussions with the company, the price of 5 million is considered a bit too high. We will withdraw it first... Sorry disturb. 】

...

[Mr. Hikawa, sorry to disturb you so late. May I ask how you have considered the film and television copyrights of "The Book of Luohe"... Now it is full of troubles, and some competitors should have withdrawn a few. We are really sincere to want to take the talents. Persuade the boss to follow up, two million is really a lot, right? You think about it again...]

...

All kinds of cats and dogs.

Monsters and monsters.

Coming out of the nest.

Ignoring these people directly, the light from the mobile phone flashed on and off on the man’s face, and his fingers slowly slid through the various red unread messages——

[Mrs. Day: Xiaochuan, give my mother the flight number, and let the family driver pick you up at that time. 】

[Mrs. Day: You don’t need to pay too much attention to online speeches. Whatever you haven’t done, it doesn’t matter what they say. 】

[Mrs. Day: Seeing the information and replying, Xiaocheng said that you are okay, so I can rest assured, but now that you are alone in G city, there are no people talking, and my mother is very worried about you. 】

The finger pauses on the phone screen.

a long time.

There was a thumping sound from the upper floor. It was probably the sound made by someone running barefoot from the bathroom to the window... The man lying on the bed turned over, typing slowly with his fingers——

[Zhou Chuan: I'm fine, she is with me. 】

[Jiuchuan: You told me before that men always think that they have three heads and six arms, which can shelter from wind and rain, but in fact, there is still a woman standing behind as a beacon to the port of return... To this kind of saying, I used to Sneer. 】

[Jiuchuan: Now, I have been slapped in the face. 】

Fortunately, before the storm came.

He has his own lighthouse.

She always stood there in the darkness, like an eternal moonlight, dispelling the darkness.