Rebirth one way to the north

Because Liu Zhengyang waved his hands away from the edge of the cloud without a word of explanation, Chai Gouzi was hung up in the air to dry, he was not even as good as a match, he was saved early, now he can hide from the sidelines and watch coldly, thinking that he can reach the sky in one step How did Chai Gouzi get picked up by Gong Xiaobai?

Not to mention how much Chai Gouzi hated Liu Zhengyang in his heart, anyway, even if he wanted to settle accounts with Liu Zhengyang, it would be impossible now, Gong Xiaobai just let go of his hands and feet to deal with him, Chai Gouzi has been cornered.

Mo Bei didn't pay too much attention to these matters, Gong Xiaobai had his own way of doing things.Mo Bei is now busy preparing to publish his own collection of mystery novels.

Latitude 37 is a hardworking author, and now he has published more than 37 mystery novels in various magazines, and has translated as many as three foreign novels, and has already gained a place in the domestic reasoning circle.What makes readers feel the most mysterious is his mystery.Although the editorial department forwards a lot of letters from readers every month, there are only a handful of people who can get a personal reply from 37 North Latitude, or even a long-term correspondence, and the correspondence address they get is not [-] North Latitude. A "turn" word.

In fact, let alone ordinary readers, even the editors know almost nothing about 37 North Latitude.Zhang Xiaoguang claims to have the closest relationship with N37, but he has not been able to talk to N37 on the phone in the past two years. Once he rushed to the edge of the cloud according to the address left by N37. The young man surnamed Wei told him very politely that Teacher Beiwei had gone on a trip, and Zhang Xiaoguang came back disappointed.

Afterwards, North Latitude 37 repeated Qian Zhongshu's widely circulated words in the letter: as long as the eggs are delicious, why do you have to know who the hen is that laid the eggs?He even bluntly pointed out that Zhang Xiaoguang's behavior of visiting without permission was not a surprise to him.Perhaps in Zhang Xiaoguang's heart, this meeting is reasonable and a happy gathering, but for Beiwei, there is a reason for not wanting to meet, and he has already clearly rejected it in the communication, but Zhang Xiaoguang still came, if this Didn't he happen to be traveling this time, wouldn't he be in a dilemma of seeing or not seeing him?Since we are friends, we should respect each other's choices and be considerate of each other's difficulties. How could it be a friend to do such an almost "forced" thing just to satisfy one's own curiosity?

Zhang Xiaoguang was depressed for a long time before he figured out that what he did was indeed normal in the eyes of ordinary people, and most people might even stand on his side and complain that the northern latitude is unreasonable, but if you really put yourself in the perspective of the northern latitude and think about it, Then he is indeed a strong man.You can't treat each other with common sense. This is probably the reason for interacting with geeks.

Editor Zhang is sincere by nature, once he realizes his mistake, of course he has to apologize and make amends.Therefore, the idea of ​​publishing a collection, which was still planned, was quickly put on the agenda by him, and he was striving for the best resources for N37 in all aspects.

Although Mo Bei didn't know some details, he could still appreciate Zhang Xiaoguang's sincerity.Originally, Mo Bei didn't want to publish his own book now - he hoped that the first published work would be a novel, but under Zhang Xiaoguang's earnest persuasion, Mo Bei was still tempted.

But in the process, there was one thing that caused Mo Bei and the publisher to have a huge disagreement, and that was the book's binding design.According to the level of domestic books at that time, the design provided by the publisher can only be regarded as vulgar: a girl in a white dress lying on a red rose petal, with rigid and rigid Song typeface, lacks details and lacks aesthetic feeling.From Mo Bei's point of view, books with this kind of cover are only worthy of appearing on street literature.

Mo Bei put forward his request in detail in the letter to Zhang Xiaoguang, and even accompanied it with a hand-painted sample draft. To be honest, this really brightened Zhang Xiaoguang's eyes.However, the publishers thought that doing so would increase costs, and rejected Mobei's design and requirements. However, they also found someone else to redesign the cover, which evolved from straightforward vulgarity to heavy freehand brushwork, as a reward for the author. Compromise and respect.

But this is not enough in Mo Bei's opinion. He feels that if the publisher's new design is better than his own, then he has nothing to say. , which is really unacceptable to him.

So with Zhang Xiaoguang as the middleman, Mo Bei and the publisher launched a tug-of-war.

Because Mo Bei has a mentality that it doesn't matter whether he publishes or not, and the publisher has always been rich and powerful. Only the author asks them, and they don't ask the author. Naturally, he doesn't want to set a precedent for a small mystery writer.So both sides insisted on their own views, the more they competed, the more they refused to give in, which made Zhang Xiaoguang miserable in the middle.

Zhang Xiaoguang felt that this must be God's punishment for his previous rash visit to Beiwei...

Because we could only communicate by letter, the tug-of-war was really a tug-of-war, and it dragged on until the spring of 1990.

"Are you really going to do this?" Wei Yuxuan asked casually as he put away the ropes on the collars of Da Wang and Nao Nao, letting them run wildly on the grass.

Mo Bei casually threw out a plastic frisbee, which attracted Da Wang and Nao Nao to snatch it together, saying: "It won't do any good to procrastinate, otherwise, when the publisher really shamelessly publishes a pirated version, I will be the one who suffers. Our country The publishing industry in China is still too unregulated. Fortunately, you are also in this industry now, and you know more people, and you can help me, otherwise I will be bullied with a black eye."

Wei Yuxuan said: "This time, Zhang Xiaoguang must be very depressed, right?"

Mo Bei smiled. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaoguang called Wei Yuxuan as soon as he noticed the publisher's intentions. Speaking of which, he had to thank him.Fortunately, the publisher still doesn't know about Mo Bei's plan, and Mo Bei can pretend to be ready to compromise, and delay for a while, so that Wei Yuxuan can speed up the publishing process and reduce possible losses.

The king took back the plastic frisbee and handed it to... Wei Yuxuan.Mo Bei withdrew his hand awkwardly, and said wonderingly, "Could it be that I'm weak enough to throw it high enough?"

King: "Wow!"

Wei Yuxuan burst out laughing, flicked his wrist, and the frisbee flew out along an arc, and the king and Nao Nao immediately rushed out screaming.

Mo Bei said, "You play with them first, and I'll go buy water. Do you need anything else?"

Wei Yuxuan said, "I want Coke."

Mo Bei nodded in response, walked across the grass, around the grove, and walked in the direction of the small shop.

Wei Yuxuan and the king were playing the game of throwing and catching the frisbee, running and jumping, and soon they were sweating and thirsty. Wei Yuxuan felt that Mo Bei had been there for too long. Somewhat surprised, he called the king and Nao Nao back to his side to pick up Mo Bei.But he searched all the sales outlets in the park, and even checked the toilets, but he didn't find Mo Bei!

Mo Bei is not an ignorant child, he would not run away without even saying hello.Wei Yuxuan called Gong Xiaobai first, and then asked the park staff if they had seen Mo Bei. When Gong Xiaobai arrived with his men, Wei Yuxuan was already anxious to call the police.

When Wei Yuxuan asked before, those staff members shook their heads indifferently, but when they saw Gong Xiaobai and his attendants who were obviously not good people behind him, these staff members immediately became very enthusiastic.But the clues they provided were mixed and confusing. Some said they saw a little boy about ten years old go to the lake, that one said they saw a little boy wearing a light gray coat leaving from the east gate, and some said they saw a boy A girl led a little boy to play with bumper cars...

So, where is Mobei now?

There was a swaying carriage under him, and what his nose smelled was a rancid smell that overshadowed the smell of gasoline. His hands and feet were tied up, and his mouth was tightly sealed with tape. This was the first time Mo Bei had seen it in his two lifetimes. What's it like to be in the garbage truck...

Mo Bei tilted his head in an awkward posture, trying to keep the distance between his face and a rotten persimmon a few centimeters as far as possible.The car body shook, and the rotten persimmon stuck to Mo Bei's nose without hesitation.

"..." Mo Bei closed his eyes, pretending that none of this exists, does not exist, does not exist... I'll fuck you, the dog next door to Mary!Huh, the world is so beautiful, but I am so irritable, this is not good, not good... Chai Gouzi, you bastard who wastes air alive! ... If the anger value can be realized, the Shiba Gouzi in the cab must have been blown to pieces!

It's not that Mo Bei has never thought about being kidnapped, but there is always a gap between imagination and reality.In the imagination, someone covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief soaked in ether, and then his delicate body was pushed down; in reality, his mouth was held down by a rough hand and he could not utter a word, and then he was like a kitten pinched by the nape of his neck. Like a cub, he was bound into a ball with two or three strokes.In my imagination, a black Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped beside me. As soon as the door opened, several men in black suits jumped out and abducted them into the car. The whole process did not take more than five seconds, so that passers-by had no time to react; but in reality In the middle is a garbage truck full of embroidered stains. A man with smudges on his body threw him into the compartment with one hand, and then the toilet paper with melon skin and fruit cores fell down. He didn't even have time to hold his breath, okay!

Besides, what is imagination?That's what's going on in the brain!If you want to realize the imagination, it is not to make him 20 years old in an instant, it is not to make him grow Wolverine's claws!Why is Mao going to be kidnapped, or thrown into a garbage truck so unscientific and aesthetically suffocating?

A brake, and another mass of waste newspaper that didn't know what was wiped hit Mo Bei's face. At this moment, Mo Bei could only be thankful that his mouth was still glued to prevent him from having a passionate kiss with the waste newspaper.Nima!This urge to thank God with tears is definitely a symptom of Stockholm Syndrome!

The garbage truck stood still for a while, the body of the truck was opened, and the glaring light shone in. With tears in his eyes, Mo Bei looked at Shiba Gouzi who was grinning ferociously at him.