howling breath

Later Tang Yushu pulled Lin Lang to ask what happened, and Lin Lang had no choice but to explain to him concisely: "We thought you were lying on the bed, and we praised his figure for a long time— —It turned out not to be you."

Tang Yushu was overjoyed and laughed for a long time.Smiling and laughing, he became displeased: "Wait—what do you mean? Does it mean that my back muscles are not as handsome as Chen Nishuai? Impossible——I have been practicing, and he has stopped practicing! He sits at the desk, I'm going to have a little belly!"

No matter how honest a person is, there will be times when he betrays his brother.

Looking at Tang Yushu's appearance, Lin Lang couldn't help laughing—after getting to know these people, the frequency of his own laughter became extremely high.

"I'm praising you."

"Praise me?" Tang Yushu tried hard to review the logic of the incident, but was still dazed: "Then when Shun Er left, why did he have a weird expression? He seemed very disappointed."

"What? Are you afraid that Shun'er will be disappointed?" Lin Lang teased him.

"What a mess."

"Then what are you fussing about here?"

"I..." After a long time, "I" couldn't come up with a reason.

"Okay. Your back muscles are more handsome-by the way, is the injury healed?"

"No." After speaking, Tang Yushu put his T-shirt up in his arms, and let Lin Lang dry his back.This time, it wasn't the arched posture like before applying the medicine, but it was upright, still trying to squeeze his spinal groove. "Give me the medicine."

Careful thinking is too obvious.

Lin Lang patted him on the back and sent him away: "Good morning!"

He only cared about the back and forth between the two of them, but he didn't notice that the forgotten boy had woken up before long.

Chen Ni spoke, his eyes full of resentment: "You two are playing with you, why hurt me?"

There is no class on Wednesday.

12 minutes before 10:[-], Lin Lang went to the cafeteria first—to avoid being crowded during peak hours.

Tang Yushu sent a message when he was seated after dinner: "Where are you?"

Lin Lang replied to him: "The cafeteria." After thinking about it, he asked him, "Are you finished?"

"Hmm. Did anyone eat with you?"

"No, myself."

"Then I'll find you."

"Okay." After Lin Lang replied, he put down the phone.But seeing more and more people pouring in from the cafeteria door, Lin Lang picked up his mobile phone and asked Tang Yushu, "What do you want to eat?"

The other party responded with an inexplicable: "Haha."

"Huh? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you while there are few people."

"Just click on the window closest to your seat."

He was quite considerate of others... Lin Lang replied with a "hmm" and ordered him a beef noodle with meat.

Because Tang Yushu is quite strong, he probably needs to eat a lot.

After rushing to sit down, Tang Yushu got ready-made noodles.He didn't move his chopsticks, instead, he held his mobile phone and posed for a long time to take pictures of the ordinary face of that night.

Lin Lang urged him: "If you continue to dawdle like this, I won't wait for you. I have to go back and organize my things, and I have to meet a client at night."

"Where are you going? I'll see you off."

"..."

"It's not a special gift - I just want to go to the company."

——It’s not a special delivery, so how do you know if we’re on the way?

But Lin Lang didn't expose him.

In the end, Tang Yushu was only allowed to send himself to the nearby subway entrance, and let him go back to the company first.

"Don't delay your work because of me."

After Lin Lang explained this to him, he watched Tang Yushu leave as if he was driving away a stray dog ​​that had stuck to him.

Yes.Although the answer was not clarified, the mode of getting along has already entered the state that both parties expected.

There was no confession, no ceremony, no clear confirmation of each other's identities.Although they didn't have any, but after holding hands that night watching the stars together...the answer seems to be clear.

For Lin Lang, this is very good, nothing means there is still a way out.

One day when Tang Yushu really pushes her away, she can say goodbye politely and without embarrassment.

Holding hands that night... Lin Lang couldn't help but asked Tang Yushu later, but he used a more euphemistic way: "In Longquan Mountain, when I woke up at night to go to the bathroom, I found us holding hands."

"Oh. I held it." Tang Yushu said frankly.

This conversation took place before going to bed.At that time, the lights in the dormitory were dark, and the two were each in their own beds, each pregnant with their own "ghost fetuses".

"why?"

"At that time, you looked so lonely, I wanted to help you."

"Oh."

"Didn't you say that? People like you need people like me."

"I'm talking about Chen Ni."

"You're talking about yourself."

He was right - Lin Lang was talking about himself.

"Besides... I said that I am willing to be a substitute for Da Yu. When you are lonely, Da Yu will hold your hand, right?"

"meeting."

Tang Yushu guessed Lin Lang's thoughts correctly, so he continued boldly: "I envy him. Why do I envy him, because when you are him, you can..."

"Go to sleep." Lin Lang said.

These three words covered up the last "kiss" in Tang Yushu's mouth.

It's better to cover it up - when faced with a close call, there are some things that Lin Lang still dare not bear.

Even if God prefers to fall down the ladder for you, if he changes his mind, you will end up falling to pieces.

just in case.

When he came out of Chunxi Road Subway Station, Lin Lang received another call from Tang Yushu.

Lin Lang picked it up "without taking the trouble", and before he had time to greet him, Tang Yushu hung up.

Lin Lang was startled, and almost broke the dilapidated old mobile phone, so he hurriedly called Tang Yushu back.

Tang Yushu picked it up and smiled "hehehe" on the other end of the phone.

"what happened to you?"

Tang Yushu laughed: "I didn't think about it, I just dialed and realized that you seem to be talking about something-are you still talking about it now?"

"I just arrived." Lin Lang breathed a sigh of relief and returned to him.

"Send me the address, and I'll pick you up. I came back to the company and Chen Ni told me that I don't have any work today - I'll find you!"

"Then you go back to school first, I'll go back after I see the editor."

"No!" Tang Yushu kept pestering: "Aren't you in Taikoo Li? There is a barbeque there - I want to eat barbeque, will you go with me?"

"Go, go. Then I'll send you the location after I hang up the phone." Only then did the entanglement get over.

The editor invited himself to a fancy café.

Lin Lang was surprised when he was seated: the editor who has been working with him for so long is actually a fat middle-aged man—probably because this editor always likes to unilaterally share his "difficult love history" with Lin Lang and talk about various " Lin Lang subconsciously mistakenly thought that the editor was a girl—the stereotype should not exist.

Every time the editor confides his bitterness to Lin Lang at length, Lin Lang can't listen to it - other people's parents are really not interested in complaining about Lin Lang.But in order to maintain the relationship, they still use the three sentences of "Really?", "Why is this...", and "Hey" in response.Sometimes Lin Lang thinks: If the communication software introduces an automatic reply function, Lin Lang only needs to set these three sentences, and it is estimated that the editor can talk to his own profile picture for a whole day.

So Lin Lang was a little confused: "Are you... the editor of [Hua Rong Yue Maang]...?"

The greasy editor stared at Lin Lang for a long time, and then laughed: "Oh, I don't have such a beautiful face, it's [Hua Rongyue Xia]——you are Lin Lang?"

"I'm Lin Lang."

"Oh..." the editor nodded his head for a while, and said, "Wow, you look so good-oh, you don't seem to have posted a photo, have you? I didn't even know you were so good-looking!"

"Oh." Lin Lang nodded: "I don't like taking pictures very much."

After finishing the greetings, Editor Hua handed over the wine list, and asked Lin Lang straight to the point: "I want to accept your novel manuscript—how much do you think is appropriate?"

Lin Lang briefly glanced at the wine list and said, "White water is fine - the price... I can do it. It's my first book, as long as the company can do it well."

If it wasn't for my lack of money, you don't have to give me any money——Lin Lang thought so: at least adding such a sum to his resume is more or less a step up for himself.

"That's right—" Editor Hua explained: "Actually, the company doesn't want this book, but I want it. I mean, I want to ask you: Would you like to publish the full copyright—including the authorship right."

Lin Lang was stunned again.

"You can think about it - we can give you a lot of manuscript fees."

The word "a lot" shook Lin Lang again.After thinking for a few seconds, Lin Lang confirmed it again and said, "If the book can't write my name, is it going to be given to someone else?"

——What does it mean that I became a shooter?

"It means 'you have become a shooter'." Editor Hua confessed, "Yes, actually Zhao Yanyan wanted this manuscript."

Zhao Yanyan is the Internet celebrity that Lin Lang helped her write a book for.

Lin Lang was actually a little angry—I was still under the illusion that "the editor came to Chengdu to meet me and should be very serious about making my book", but now the truth is "he wants to persuade me to be a shooter"... Angry Angry, Lin Lang, who was one of the few resources in the industry, still didn't dare to offend. After calming down, Lin Lang tried to propose a plan: "I can write a new one for her. I will devote myself to making the kind of book she wants. , can write three books a month."

"She just wants a novel." Editor Hua smiled and reiterated: "This book has nothing to do with the company! It's just that I helped Zhao Yanyan communicate with you in private."

Editor Hua put this pot of dirty water away from the company quite innocently.But Lin Lang understood: How could it have nothing to do with the company?Zhao Yanyan is your Wen Wen's contracted writer, aren't you all making money?

In fact, Zhao Yanyan didn't want to accept this novel, and Lin Lang could understand her motives—there is an unknown chain of contempt in the writer circle: [screenwriters or novelists who can structure plots] are superior to [essays and essays] Writer], which is superior to [authors of functional literature such as travel notes and popular science]; similar to the actor circle [those who make movies] are a little more attractive than [those who make TV series], while [those who have acted in stage plays] are the first two Those who look down upon.

——It's just the old-fashioned craftsmanship in the industry.

It's just that Zhao Yanyan was quite "motivated".

Editor Hua observed Lin Lang's expression.Seeing that the boy was silent and silent, he smiled again: "Oh, don't be in a hurry to reject me, you can think about it first. The manuscript fee is easy to talk about, and it can be a lot-you are studying in graduate school now, right? Do you have other income? ?”

Lin Lang felt guilty: "There is..."

"Hmm..." Editor Hua sipped his coffee, "If she accepts it, the price will be enough for you to have enough food and drink to write manuscripts during the two years of graduate school in Chengdu."

The condition of "not worrying about food and drink within two years" swayed Lin Lang a lot.

林瑯迅速地算了一笔账：自己一个月目前的伙食预算是600；如果添补到800，早饭可能就不需要啃隔夜的硬馒头了；如果添补到1000呢？1000乘以24个月是两万四。林瑯于是抬头问花编辑：“能有三万吗？”

The editor froze for a moment, then smiled mischievously: "Of course there is something to talk about, you little fool!"

Lin Lang looked at him and laughed for a long time. He didn't know what he meant, but the more he listened, the more guilty he felt: Is he laughing at my quotation for being too high and overestimated?

With a guilty conscience, Editor Hua leaned over and patted Lin Lang's hand, and said, "Oh, forget it first, I'll go to the toilet."

Lin Lang was really unwilling to directly sell the manuscript of this novel that he cherished.

But if "[-]" can be credited to the account immediately, Lin Lang is really tempted.

Thirty thousand.

Within two years, one thousand a month.

And save yourself some emergency supplies.

This room Lin Lang was planning carefully, and Tang Yushu sent another message: Did the negotiation go well?

Lin Lang replied to him: It went well.

Tang Yushu said: I have arrived in Taikoo Li, I am strolling outside, waiting for you.

Lin Lang replied to him: Yes.It's almost over, don't worry.

Tang Yushu: No rush, no rush.hey-hey.

After returning to Tang Yushu, Editor Hua came out of the bathroom shaking two pairs of wet hands.When he came back from his seat, he pointed the orchid flower at Lin Lang and flicked the water drops on his hand exaggeratedly, and said with a smile, "You are about to develop! Lin Meinan!"

Lin Lang only dared to dodge him with an embarrassed smile: "What... what's wrong?"

Editor Hua shook his head and wiped his hands with a paper towel: "Oh... just talking to you, I think you have a good temperament, and you are really good-looking; so I was impulsive, so I communicated with my colleagues in the company ——Would you like to sign our gentle long-term contract? We'll pack you up, don't give the manuscript to Zhao Yanyan, and make your own debut, okay?"

Lin Lang was stunned again, he almost lost his grip on the boiled water he was carrying.

"You're like this-I...the computer is upstairs. Yes, I live in the hotel upstairs. Would you like to come up and have a video interview with our colleagues in the editing team?"

Lin Lang hasn't recovered yet.

"Don't be nervous, it's all yours."

Although he was very restrained, Lin Lang still couldn't stop nodding his head.

"Wait for me a little longer." Lin Lang passed the news to Tang Yushu, and followed Hua to edit.

As if this [Beautiful Face and Moonlight] is like a ray of dawn.