Make a big death without sticking to small details

When Qi Li was talking nonsense, the food was ready, he immediately closed his mouth and started to gobble it up. During this period of time, he ate bread every day, and his mouth was almost full of birds.

Mo Xiao picked up vegetables and poured water for him, looking at him with a smile all the time.

Having eaten and drank enough, Qi Li rubbed his stomach and Mr. Ge seemed to spread out on the chair, and asked, "Xiaoda, even you said that my writing is fine, why did Editor Qianrou refuse to sign me?"

Thinking of that person, Qi Li felt that even a stuffed stomach could not stop his increasingly unsatisfactory heart.

"How did he give you the reason for the refusal?"

"Just order a perfunctory one." Qi Li wanted to roll his eyes, but remembered the disaster he caused by rolling his eyes last time, so he endured it.

"It can't be his fault. He seems to be in a bad mood recently, and all the examinations have been rejected." Mo Xiao gracefully wiped off the oil stains on the corners of her mouth, and the light reflected on the gold-rimmed glasses, hiding the strangeness in his eyes.

"Oh? Has he reached menopause early?" He raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself, hasn't that crippled face always lived as if people all over the world owed him millions.

"Hehe, you can apply again in a few days, and you should be able to pass." Mo Xiao called the service officer to settle the bill, looked at the luggage next to her, and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you go home?"

Qi Li sighed, and said irritably: "I have no home to go back to, and I'm planning to rent a house to live in first."

Mo Xiao smiled and said: "Why don't you go live in my house first, my house is quite big, more than enough for one person to live in."

At that moment, his image was several times taller in Qi Li's eyes, and his whole body was shimmering with golden light, so he almost ascended to heaven and become a Buddha: "Savior of the world, do you accept my younger brother?"

Mo Xiao chuckled, helped him carry his luggage, patted his shoulder and said, "Just call me Brother Mo from now on."

When getting into Mo Xiao's Rolls-Royce, Qi Li felt sincerely and spinelessly that he would recognize him even if he was sitting in this car and crying blind!

Maybe it was because he was so desperate to catch up on the draft, or maybe it was because the cushion was too warm, he was so drowsy that he had a dream, but it wasn't a good dream, even Gu Jun's dream was not a good one.

In the dream, he went back to when he was 15 years old, and Qi Li saw that his youthful face was full of inexplicable high spirits, sitting in front of a newly bought notebook and typing, his eyes were sometimes as bright as stars and sometimes as dark as night.

A small envelope jumped out on the screen. He stopped his fluttering fingertips and clicked to open it. It was the news that the approval was approved.

But there was no trace of joy on his face. Instead, he looked a little disdainful. He clicked his tongue, added the QQ message left on the message, and then put it aside and ignored it.

At that time, Weiyu was still a not-so-famous transparent website, so it was nothing to be happy about getting the approval, and he didn't care about any remuneration. If it wasn't for the increased exposure after signing the contract, he wouldn't bother to do such trivial things. .

This was the first time he and Gu Jun met. Their chat box hadn't been updated for a year except for the note Qili sent when he applied and the sentence automatically sent by the system when Gu Jun passed.

Later, Wei Yu came out with a new policy. Authors who had signed a contract for less than two years had to communicate with the editor in charge. Only then did Qi Li think of such a person, and brought the manuscript to him.

In the first communication, the man reduced his outline to nothing.

Young and energetic, he left a sentence to wait and see, and opened the text.

It was an article with the worst data, and even if it was listed on the list, it still couldn't stop rushing to the street.

He was always so embarrassed in front of him.

There is nothing worse than wanting to slap someone in the face but being slapped in the face.But Gu Jun didn't say anything, and guided him to change the outline bit by bit, carefully pointed out the mistakes in his article, and even took time out of his busy schedule to catch bugs for him.

But after all, he couldn't swallow the breath. Although his mouth was still as hard as a dead duck, he was grateful in his heart.

Many people say that editor Qianro is cold-hearted and the most difficult to sign. Even after signing, there are many people who have not spoken a few words in a few years. People in the circle are jealous and flattering: "Probably only the big Only such a talented writer can fall into Qianrou's eyes."

Qi Li was disdainful on the surface, but he was happy in his heart, he was a young boy after all.

When did their differences begin?

The dream changed, it was a spacious and bright office, sitting in front of the work was a boss in a suit and leather shoes, in his thirties, with shining eyes, but with a flattering smile on his face.

Qi Li was chewing bubble gum, sitting idle on the window sill, his knitted sweater was loosely draped over his white shirt, he tilted his head and said something to the boss, and the other party agreed repeatedly.

This little ancestor is Wei Yu's benefactor, but he just wants a few lists, so just give it to him.The boss made an intercom call, and a tall and handsome young man came in after a while, but his face was like an ice sculpture.

Qi Li was blowing the bubble gum to the maximum, and at that moment it suddenly exploded, sticking all over his face.

Let's go to this criminal, he thought.

It was Qianro, also named Gu Jun, who came in.

When they first met, they broke up completely.

Qi Li wanted to be famous early, relying on being the major shareholder of Weiyu Wencheng, he asked for a permanent list.

Gu Jun was dissatisfied that he was eager for quick success and full of fame, and since then he followed him like a stranger.

He is so promising, what else do you want him to do?

The dialogue between the two has been cold for three years. Gu Jun didn't look for him, so how could Qi Li, who is high-spirited, be willing to take the initiative to contact him.

At the age of 20, when he was about to nominate the best author award, the whole network began to report that he had plagiarized, and those so-called evidences came from some hacker, which was enough to confuse the fake with the real.

People are unwilling to use their brains to think carefully, and believe it when they hear the wind and grass, and watching the excitement is not a big deal.

The people in the same circle watched coldly, waiting for him to fall from the altar.

Qi Li didn't even bother to explain, and didn't bother to pay attention, so the outside world said that he was guilty and speechless.

The topics they slandered him for plagiarism were better than Lu Xun's, and the condemnation was well-founded and logical. It would be a pity not to write novels and engage in such nonsense.

In the end, the boss of Weiyu Wencheng personally called and explained. Even though the words were better than the songs, the title of his book was not sealed in the end.

The most hopeful person to win the gold medal left the stage in such a sad and embarrassing manner.

That night, he smashed all the things that could be smashed at home, and went to the bar to go crazy all night. He didn't think about what to do next, how to get revenge, and how to prove himself.

He just thought, let Gu Jun watch him laugh again now.

Tsk, my face hurts.

He was so drunk that he was spread out on the bar counter, when his cell phone rang in a daze, and he couldn't find it after fumbling for a long time, the bartender answered it for him.

After a long time, it seemed like just a while, someone picked him up, he resisted, cursed, and cursed all the dirty words in his life, scolded those villains, scolded those audiences, scolded Gu Jun, scolded himself... ..

He said, Gu Jun is just a bastard, the writers under him don't care about this kind of thing, they don't come out and don't speak out, their hearts are as cold as a stone.

He said, what's wrong with him just playing tricks, he used his ability to play tricks, so why blame him for which little biscuit he is, if he regrets it, it's okay.

He said that sooner or later he will stand at the pinnacle of the literary circle, and these people will just watch it, and Qi Li doesn't need to copy other people's!

There were harsh words in his mouth, and tears in his eyes.

after......

What happened after that, he completely forgot, when he woke up on his own bed, a gentle wind blew from the window, the smell of alcohol in the room dissipated, the white curtains fluttered, under the bright sunlight, he I couldn't open my eyes for a while.

I don't know who cleaned the room, the shards of glass were gone, the furniture that was scattered everywhere was put back to its original place, there was still hot food on the table, and there was a hangover pill.

He thought it was a cleaner who came, although he was too sad to call her to tell her not to come these days.

——Every time I met Gu Jun, it was when he was most embarrassed.

"Wake up, we're here." A deep voice came from next to his ear, Qi Li's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes.

Confused, empty, in a trance...

The past, why remember it again.

"I fell asleep accidentally, and dreamed about some messy things..." Qi Li shook his head, trying to get those bad things out of his head, got out of the car while talking, and was shocked by the mansion in front of him when he looked up. shocked.

He knew that Mo Xiao was rich, but he didn't know that if he was so rich, the house must have cost 5000 to [-] million at least.

"Dreams are all fake." Mo Xiao led him in and brought him a new pair of shoes.

That's right, what happened in his previous life is indeed false to him in this life.

Suppressing the unknown disappointment in his heart, he raised a smile and said, "Brother Mo, I'm afraid I'll owe most of my life for this month's rent."

"I didn't intend to ask you either." Mo Xiao smiled lightly, beckoned him to take a bath, and cleaned up a room for him.

For the past few days, Qi Li has been living in that kennel-like house day and night, but he has never carefully seen what this body looks like, and his impression is that it is as white as a ghost.

Now I have to take a look, I still have the sickly pale, disheveled hair, listless, there is a thick layer of indigo under the eye sockets, and a delicate and delicate face.

Although he is not as good-looking as he was in his previous life, it is still passable.

Probably because of that dream, now he always thinks about the past, he used to be smug and arrogant, when he was fifteen or sixteen, he liked to wear a small suit like a young master.

Perhaps because of the premature death of his parents, his rebellious period came very late. At the age of 21, he finished dealing with the gossip and returned to the literary circle. It was Gu Jun who signed him again. It seems to start to control him.

At first Qi Li could bear it, but fortunately he was ignored later, he would not do what he asked him to do, and he insisted on slapping Gu Jun in the face to prove that he was right.

Even in this life, he has not given up on this wish.

Qi Li sighed deeply, wrapped himself in a towel after taking a shower, and went out while wiping his head.

Mo Xiao just made the bed, glanced at him with a smile, pointed to the computer on the desk and said: "You can use that computer to type in the future, it has all kinds of software in it, and you can also make the cover yourself, which is convenient."

He responded casually, and did not intend to change the computer.

"By the way, I haven't asked how to address you yet?" Although he still had that gentle and gentle smile, Qi Li somehow felt that this smile had a hint of ridicule.

After all, this question cannot be escaped, but there are tens of thousands of people with the same name in the world, so there is nothing surprising: "My name is Qi Li."

"Oh, then I'll call you Xiaoli." Mo Xiao said good night, closed the door and went out.

He didn't see anything strange in his eyes, he just thought it was a coincidence, right?

Qi Li opened his little broken notebook, typed thousands of words, felt drowsy, and clicked Apply for a contract again.

Don't look at the monk's face to see the Buddha's face, now my collection and clicks on this article are quite a lot for Little Transparent, so you have to sign it for me.

So he went to sleep in peace.

But the wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the road is doomed to be bumpy and bumpy—the trial visa was rejected again!

The author has something to say:

This chapter is a bit heavy, but the background still needs to be explained

Gu Junchao likes our Xiaoli

However, the young master Qili's eyes were not stained with dust, and he forcibly missed it.

Secretly telling you~ Qi Li has always felt that he is straight, but... how could his mother let him go? 【Smile】

This is a crooked and unknowing grandfather