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"Writer assistant?" Yan Chuang raised his brows in confusion, "Didn't you say this before you came here? Tell me in advance that I don't know anything about literature."

"I won't ask you to help write the manuscript." Nian Maocai rubbed the center of his brows, as if he was struggling with how to explain to Yan Chuang. Three seconds later, Nian Maocai continued, "Actually, what you have to do is also It’s just ordinary tidying up the room, helping with cooking and so on. As long as this great writer doesn’t starve to death.”

"Then you just say nanny."

"It's not all babysitting. Sometimes you have to put him to sleep and tell him to write the manuscript." Speaking of the manuscript, Nian Maocai sighed a long time, obviously it was also a drag on what he called 'Mu Yang' The skills are very helpless, "The point is to urge him to code for more than three hours every day. This is your main job. The rest is casual."

There were black lines on Yan Chuang's face, obviously he was very disturbed by Nian Maocai's perfunctory rhetoric.

Nian Mao is Yan Chuang's cousin. Yan Chuang just graduated from university this year. Yan Chuang failed a lot of subjects in college because he played a lot of inexplicable things. At the job fair, no company offered admission.

Yan Chuang originally thought that relying on this face that God rewards food, he could not starve to death, but the reality is that state-owned enterprises cannot enter, and the bosses of private enterprises are all men who are not gay. No matter how good-looking it is, a diploma is not enough.Unable to find a job, Yan Chuang, who was about to become a socially disabled person, had no choice but to come to Shanghai to seek refuge with his cousin Nian Maocai who grew up with him.

As a result, Nian Maocai introduced him to such a job—a writer's assistant.

"A monthly salary of [-], including food and housing, and not tired of readings;. What do you want, a guy who just graduated from university?"

That's right, so I didn't come to Shanghai without stopping as soon as I received your call?Yan Chuang showed helplessness.

"Anyway, just take good care of that writer. By the way, his name is Mu Yang." Nian Maocai turned on the phone, found the photo of the writer and showed it to Yan Chuang.

"Maocai, why do you have pictures of men in your phone?" I always feel disgusted.

Nian Maocai's irritability was almost concrete, "This time I filmed it at the Green JJ Writers' Annual Meeting last time."

"Oh." Yan Chuang took Maocai's phone and looked at it.

Indeed, it can be seen that it should be a photo taken at the occasion of the author's annual meeting. The man in the photo, to be precise, should be a boy lowering his head and writing something. Even if the pixels of this photo are very blurred, he can still see It turned out that this small boy had a very delicate face.

"He's pretty handsome." Yan Chuang returned the phone to Nian Maocai.

"The focus is wrong." Nian Maocai bluntly pointed out that Yan Chuang's attention was wrong, "I will drive you to meet him later, he lives in the suburbs, basically stays at home, and doesn't go out often, it's inconvenient to buy groceries , you use that little BYD first, have you taken your driver's license test?"

"I've taken the test~!" Yan Chuang replied heartily, the driver's license that he took the test last winter vacation is now in handy.

Nian Maocai's irritability seemed to subside a little, "Basically, Mu Yang is the biggest writer in our company now, and ordinary writer companies will not pay him to provide assistants, but Mu Yang can write two or three books a month. Ben, the income of each book is more than tens of thousands, and there are many physical and film adaptations, and he is the backbone of our company. In short, you pay close attention to him and write manuscripts, as long as he does not die in other aspects, it will be fine."

As long as you don't die, is it all right?Yan Chuang began to be a little curious about that great writer.

"That great writer, Mu Yang, right? What kind of person is he?"

"You should like it very much." Nian Maocai got into the car, and Yan Chuang also sat in the passenger seat.

"Why? Is he easy going?"

"He's handsome, don't you just like handsome guys?"

Yan Chuang was a little unconvinced when he heard Nian Maocai's answer, even if he is gay, he will fall in love with him as long as he thinks he is handsome, okay?Like a straight man, no matter how good-looking he is, Yan Chuang will restrain himself from not liking it.

Yan Chuang is gay, not many people know about it, and Nian Mao who grew up with him is one of the few people who know about it.

"As for whether it's difficult to get along with, it depends on the person. As long as you don't touch his bottom line, he will treat you as if you don't exist."

"The very withdrawn one?" Yan Chuang imagined in his head the image of a writer who is arrogant, lonely and cold.

"Not counting." Nian Mao thought about his words, "It's just a little different from ordinary people."

Different from ordinary people

Yan Chuang pondered these few words and fell into deep thought.

The place where Mu Yang lives is really in the suburbs, the real suburbs, definitely not a place that can be reached by walking a few steps from the subway station.Yan Chuang opened Baidu Maps and searched, but there were buses passing by, but it seemed that the frequency of buses was not high, no wonder Nian Maocai said it was inconvenient just now.

Nian Maocai parked the car in the basement of this community, and led Yan Chuang to the gate of an apartment within 5 minutes.

The apartment is multi-storey, with a small yard. Yan Chuang saw a lot of cylindrical plastic bags in the yard. The bags were filled with earthy unknown objects. A few cute little mushrooms grew out;.

People grow flowers in other people’s yards. Is this great writer’s hobby growing mushrooms?

Nian Maocai rang the doorbell twice, but no one seemed to answer the door. Nian Maocai seemed to have expected such a result a long time ago. He fished in his pocket, took out the key, opened the door, and walked in.

Yan Chuang came here for the first time, and he was still a little cautious. He stood at the door and muttered in a low voice, "Do you want to change your shoes?" Then seeing that Nian Maocai didn't change his shoes, he walked in wearing his own canvas shoes.

The overall decoration of the living room looks very cold, but there are a lot of strange things on the shelves, it seems that the people living there seem to be more energetic. Yan Chuang noticed that there were papers of His Royal Highness Princess Miku that he liked very much on the shelf. membrane.

There was no one in the living room, so Nian Maocai speculated, "He must be sleeping." Then he signaled Yan Chuang to follow him up to the second floor.

As soon as we reached the second floor, the sunlight became better. A large window illuminated the stairs and it was warm. There were two rooms on the second floor, and the doors of the rooms were closed.

Nian Maocai went straight to the door of the inner room, turned the handle and pushed the door open and walked in.

"Mu Yang, I brought your assistant here."

"It's so annoying! I told you I don't need any assistants!" A boy's voice came from inside, the boy's voice was clear and beautiful, it sounded like sunlight was stored, maybe because he just woke up, There is also a little coquettish milk cavity, but it is not feminine and will not be offensive.

It's like the small receiving sound in the middle grasp.

"And every time you finish writing, do you leave the manuscript until the last second to write?" Nian Maocai said in a very strict tone even when facing this great writer, "And this person will cook for you, and he cooks very well. food."

Talking nonsense with his eyes open, he obviously doesn't taste good at all.

Yan Chuang rolled his eyes in his heart, Nian Maocai cooks delicious food.

Don't look at Nian Maocai's hard-working elite all day long, but he can go up to the kitchen and down to the hall, he is a contrasting cute elite.

Yan Chuang saw that they had almost introduced himself, so he approached the room of the legendary famous writer Mu Yang.

The first thing that catches the eye in the room is not Mu Yang himself, but the whole piece of wall painting in Mu Yang's room with different colors, and then Yan Chuang's eyes moved down to see Mu Yang himself.

He had seen Mu Yang's photo on Nian Maocai's phone before, but Yan Chuang was amazed when he actually saw Mu Yang.

Mu Yang sat on the bed with his notebook in his arms. The bed was covered with a lot of strange pillows and quilts. Even if Mu Yang sat cross-legged, it was not difficult to see that his legs were very long and he was also very tall.Butter's skin is white with a layer of pink, which is very cute.

If Yan Chuang can still be said to be handsome and tall, then Mu Yang's appearance can only be described as cute.

Mu Yang's hair should have been dyed yellow and specially styled, but now the hair seems a bit messy and doesn't look good, but the yellow hair suits him very well.

When Yan Chuang was looking at Mu Yang, Mu Yang was also looking at Yan Chuang.When Yan Chuang reacted and wanted to introduce himself, he found that Mu Yang looked at him with a very, very complicated expression, probably the kind of complex expression mixed with horror, shock and unspeakable joy.

"Hello, Mr. Mu Yang. I am Yan Chuang, who will be your writer's assistant starting today. Nice to meet you."

Yan Chuang held out his hand.

Mu Yang stared at Yan Chuang in a daze for a full three seconds before holding Yan Chuang's hand as if waking up from a dream, "Ah, hello."