Three minutes later, Zhuochuan leaned against the big iron gate of the yard with his arms folded, and looked coldly at the little girl who was walking back hurriedly with a cell phone with a jingling pendant in her hand - there was a lot of water on the wet ground, and she walked hurriedly, as if she was jumping over the water.
When she finally came to the man.
"Walk properly," the man said calmly, "Why are you jumping around like that?"
Chu Li was a little confused. He blinked and raised his head: "What, what?"
Zhuo Chuan maintained his aloof attitude and said, "You want to take my masterpiece to an internet cafe, sit among a group of internet-addicted teenagers playing League of Legends, and proofread my masterpiece while listening to them yelling 'Hide your eyebrows and look down on me' and 'Bow down and serve me'?"
Chu Li: "..."
Chu Li moved her lips, but before she could say anything, Zhu Chuan interrupted her: "Think before you answer. A wrong answer might make me angry. Have you ever seen me lose my temper? I can use that signed crappy contract to ignite it and put you into the alchemy furnace to make the elixir together."
Chuli: “………………………………”
Chu Li doesn't want to be refined into an elixir.
but……
She moved her lips and said, "Teacher, wake up. It's impossible for me to book a room. My father is a policeman. He can find out where I have been recently and who I have booked a room with just a flick of his finger. If he finds out that I have booked a room with a man..."
Zhuo Chuan: "Will he put a kitchen knife to my neck and force me to come and propose marriage?"
Chu Li: “……………Maybe.”
Zhuochuan looked the girl up and down, and finally came to the conclusion that if he was tied to a bomb, he would not be able to ask for marriage, so after a dozen seconds of mysterious silence, he nodded: "Then there is the answer, I will lend you my study for one night - there is a department store opposite the community gate, you can go and buy some disposable underwear, it's very cheap, I will reimburse you if it's over 50 yuan... After half an hour, if I can't see you at the door of my house, I will call the police."
"…" Chu Li was stunned. "Teacher, you will have a bright future if you become a bandit."
"How do you know?" Zhu Chuan was also surprised. "When I was in the third year of high school, I hesitated for half a year between becoming a bandit or a writer. In the end, I quit the Golden Dragon Gang, which was based in the canteen at the school gate, and chose to become a writer without any fame or merit."
This joke was picked up without hesitation.
First Li: “…………”
In terms of shamelessness, she is still not as good as this guy.
…
Twenty-nine minutes later, Chu Li, carrying a supermarket bag, came back to Zhuochuan, panting, with her hands on her knees. Zhuochuan showed her his mobile phone screen through the iron gate. Two "1"s had already been dialed in the three numbers "110". Zhuochuan hung up the phone and opened the iron gate.
It is 9:20 at night.
Chu Li walked back into the courtyard with a completely different mood. As soon as he entered the house, he saw a big dog squatting on the sofa, hunched over and yawning. Zhu Chuan walked over and drove the middle-aged dog back to his own doghouse. He occupied the sofa himself and pointed to the end of a certain direction: "Study."
Chu Li nodded and walked inside with the proofread copy in her arms. After two steps, she heard Zhao Chuan say indifferently behind her: "The door is open. If you have any questions, just ask."
Chu Li nodded: "Thank you, teacher."
Zhuo Chuan was stunned: "Thank you for what?"
Chu Li: "Thank you, teacher, for taking me in."
"Oh," Zhuchuan looked blank, "What is that?", and waved his hand with the palm facing himself and the back of his hand facing outward, "Go ahead."
Chu Li nodded and turned to go into the study. Turning on the desk lamp, Chu Li was stunned by the vast collection of books in the study. The study of the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang was much more cultured than she had imagined: from Western classics to Eastern ancient books to popular novels, from Thomas Eliot's "The Waste Land" to Jiang Yucheng's debut work "The Ghost Bride". She even found a book called "Finding Dragon Points, Feng Shui and Tomb Appearance". She thought it was a novel and took it out to take a look. When she opened it, she saw all kinds of soul paintings inside -
It really is about Feng Shui...
It is no exaggeration to say that the books in Chu Chuan's study room cover everything from astronomy to geography. Moreover, unlike the books that are put there for show, these brick-like books can be found on any book that has been carefully read...
Chu Li began to suspect that what Zhuan Chuan said just now, "I'll use you to make the elixir", was not just a casual remark. She was afraid that she would accidentally trigger some mechanism and enter the secret room to see a huge elixir furnace... She put the book in her hand back with shaking hands and awe, sat down at the desk, opened the photocopy and began to proofread...
At this time, the phone screen lit up and a message popped up:
【The disappeared Mr. L: What are you doing? 】
Chu Li picked up the phone.
[The water army hired by Monkey: Proofreading the new book of Chuanjuju, there is still a quarter left! The deadline is tomorrow, and there is no electricity or water at home at this time, it really wants me to die! ]
[The missing Mr. L: There is a power outage at your house? How did you proofread? You are not at home? ]
[The navy hired by the monkey: Outside, found a place to proofread. ]
【The disappeared Mr. L: Where? 】
[The Monkey’s hired navy: …Internet cafe, where else can I go.]
After the message was sent, Chu Li heard a slight sound coming from outside, as if someone suddenly jumped up from the leather sofa. A few seconds later, he lay back down heavily. Chu Li was about to ask the god outside what happened, whether he was scared by the cockroaches, when he heard Zhu Chuan's serious voice: "Banana Man, what are you doing? Are you hiding in the study room and playing with your phone instead of working?"
Chu Li: "..."
Chu Li glanced at the phone in his hand, rolled his eyes, put it down and worked hard.
Sitting in the formal study, surrounded by quiet and comfortable environment, Chu Li worked very efficiently. The photocopied book in his hand was flipping through the pages. Apart from the gradually thinning remaining pages, there were also occasional conversations between the study and the living room.
Chu Li: "Teacher, 'She smiled and said with a frosty face', this is contradictory, which one should I delete?"
Zhuochuan: "Delete 'face as frosty as ice'."
Chu Li: "Why don't you just delete this without reading the context?"
Zhuo Chuan: "I can't remember the article I wrote? Why should I read it?"
Chu Li: "Then tell me who this sentence is describing?"
Chu Chuan: "The protagonist."
Chu Li: "It's the female supporting role."
Zhuchuan: “…”
…
Chu Li: "Teacher, 'He doesn't know what to wear and it will determine his fate'... What on earth are you talking about?"
Zhuo Chuan: "Show me the context and send me a Q."
Chu Li took out her phone and took a photo, then sent it to Zhu Chuan's QQ account. There was silence for a minute, and then a man's calm voice came over: "I don't know what I'm saying, delete it."
Chu Li: "..."
…
Chu Li: "Teacher, there is a bug here. The protagonist just crawled out of the mire and appeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye. He looks like a banished immortal. Something seems wrong, right?"
Chu Chuan: “Where?”
Chu Li: "The protagonist just crawled out of the quagmire - and then appeared in front of everyone and then had a long fight. In the middle, he kept praising his white clothes and said he looked like a god. This cannot be deleted, you still have to watch it..."
Before she finished speaking, Zhechuan had already appeared at the door of the study. He walked quickly to Chuli's side, snatched the red pen from her hand, quickly found the places Chuli mentioned, and quickly changed a few places with the same beautiful handwriting he used when signing the contract... Then he paused and said, "Are you done?"
The man was half-bent while speaking, with his right hand resting on the table and his left hand holding a pen... His voice was so close that Chu Li was stunned for a moment and nodded.
Zhu Chuan threw down his pen and checked the progress of his work. It was already two o'clock in the morning. Chu Li had already proofread to the protagonist's final battle. There was only 5% of the full text left. Zhu Chuan nodded with satisfaction: "I'm going to take a shower. You be good and don't make trouble."
Chu Li: "Why are you talking to me in the same tone as you would to Er Gou?"
Zhuochuan looked at Chuli deeply, said "hmm", turned around and left the study - leaving Chuli alone with a question mark on his face. I'm asking you a question, why are you saying "hmm"?
…
Zhuchuan took a bath for a while and came out of the bathroom about half an hour later. The man was wearing a bathrobe and wiping his wet hair with a towel. He was about to ask the banana monkey in the study to take a bath before working, but when he walked to the study, he found it was frighteningly quiet.
When I stretched my head to look, I saw that the man had fallen asleep on the desk with a pen in his hand.
Zhuchuan: “…”
He walked into the study and wanted to wake her up, but he caught a glimpse of a large red ink mark on her face drawn by a water-based pen... The man stopped the call on his lips, paused, and his brown eyes flashed.
Ten thousand "correct measures that the male protagonist in Mary Sue's Korean drama should take at this time" flashed through my mind, and the answers all pointed to one - the man made up his mind and threw away the towel, stood beside the chair and the sleeping girl, gestured, then bent down, picked up her arm and put it around his neck, and put the other arm around her waist -
One, two, three, try your best...
Well, I can’t hold it.
Zhuochuan silently loosened his hands around Chu Li's waist, took a small step back, and stared at her sleeping face for a long time, as if wondering how this skinny person in front of him could grow up to be so heavy by eating stones?
I was silent when I suddenly saw the phone she had thrown on the table start to flash.
[Little Bird: Sister, the deadline for the front matter project is the day after tomorrow. ]
Zhao Chuan was stunned: Is it true that the content received by this guy’s WeChat is directly displayed on the lock screen desktop?
【Little Bird: Have you found that author and finished writing his manuscript? 】
[Little Bird: Editor Yu told you to just look for that one, you didn't really just look for that one, did you? I've asked the three authors here to write more, but how can there be 3 pages (*page number) of work with only four authors?]
[Little Bird: Next time, please let me know if you don’t have the resources. I was so anxious that I couldn’t sleep when I suddenly remembered it in the middle of the night.]
[Little Bird: Don’t think you’ll be alright just because you have Chu Chuan’s manuscript as a shield. Who will be willing to work with you on a project next time if you continue like this?]
Zhuchuan: “…”
I silently enjoyed the midnight extras that popped up one after another.
The man looked away and glanced at the guy who was sleeping soundly on his table: his fair skin seemed transparent under the lamp, and he could see the fine hairs and blue blood vessels on his cheeks... and under his quietly drooping eyelashes, there was a small shadow.
It's probably caused by lack of sleep for several consecutive days.
As if thinking about something, the man was silent for a moment, then reached out his hand, pulled the blanket on the window of the study, shook it open and covered her with it, and then pulled the proofreading book out from under her arm -
Turning around, his brown eyes met the sleepy big dog who was squatting quietly at the door of the study and happened to pass by because he got up to pee in the middle of the night.
Watching his master raise his slender fingertips and press them on his thin lips to make a silent gesture, the big dog tilted his head...
He reached out to turn off the desk lamp and the mobile phone on the table. With the help of the desk lamp that was pouring into the study, the man turned around and walked out of the study with the photocopy that was still half proofread.
The moonlight is bright.
The small study is like a secluded world away from the rest of the world, undisturbed by anyone.