Chu Li marched back to the room, slammed the door, and checked her phone to distract herself. She happened to see a new chicken soup Weibo post by Zhu Chuan - this person's Weibo has been tending to be more of a marketing account recently. Every night at 9:30 after dinner, he would post a Weibo post with an interactive topic to chat with readers. Today's topic was: Talk about something that bothered you recently.
Chu Li: "..."
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At first I really thought I was appreciating his talent, until the last second I started to get tired of the self-righteous tone he used when talking to me... I've obviously gained a lot from him, and I'm annoyed at my unsatisfied state. So, what's wrong with me? Urgent, waiting online. 】
After hesitating for a moment, he placed his finger on the comment button and sent it. The moment he saw that the comment was successful, Chu Li's hand trembled and he threw his phone away.
The moonlight outside poured into the attic, and a cool breeze of early autumn blew in. Chu Li shivered, climbed out of bed and closed the window. His mind was now clearer, so he quickly ran back to the bed and fumbled around in the dark for his phone. He was anxious to pick up the phone again and delete the comment...
"I am sick, saying this under his Weibo!"
I patted my head and finally found my discarded phone by the pillow. I picked it up and found that the comment I just posted had already received seven or eight replies.
At this time, less than a minute had passed since the comment was posted, and she just went to close the window... Ah, this reader of Xizi is really enthusiastic?
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【Krypton gold cannot change fate reply @買粉加Q7758520: Silly child, of course you are in love - isn't the above description the most beautiful state in the early stage of love? Worrying about gains and losses, happy because of his words; depressed because of his eyes...ah, it's so good to be young.】
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Chu Li: "..."
No way.
These people are talking nonsense.
As expected of readers of Xizi, they just speak freely according to their temperament, and their imagination is so rich that a new world can be created in their minds in just one second of silence.
Chu Li threw away her phone and patted her pounding chest to calm her heart down a little.
Love? Not at all.
Even if there is, it can't be Chuchuan.
Chu Li took a deep breath and felt a little dry in the mouth, so she opened the door and walked down the attic stairs again - the health-conscious Er Gou had already gone back to the doghouse to sleep, and on the sofa, the man was still half-leaning on the sofa, playing with his phone in the same position as when Chu Li went upstairs...
Chu Li glanced at him and found that he was browsing Weibo, so she quickly looked away, walked through the entire living room without looking away, walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, bent down and took out a bottle of soda water from the refrigerator. As her fingertips just touched the cold glass bottle, a lazy voice rang out in the living room: "What's your Weibo account? Come and follow you."
Chu Li: "..."
The fingertips slipped on the glass bottle, leaving a trail on the water mist like a slug crawling.
Chu Li reached out her hand, took out the soda water, slammed the refrigerator door shut and walked out of the kitchen. She raised her eyelids and said indifferently, "I don't play that. I only have the official Weibo of Moonlight Magazine. Do you want it?"
"...You are the representative of the cave sect sent to the city by the cave people on the top of the mountain, so you don't even need Weibo? Besides, why should I follow the official Weibo of the magazine?" Zhuo Chuan stared at the phone in his hand and sat up a little. "Nowadays, all news is posted on Weibo first-hand. The front page headlines are better than anything else. There are also many interesting people on Weibo. How can you not check Weibo... I took your magic potion and saw what unknown creature you signed the "Luohe Divine Book" to?"
“…”
"Come here."
Chu Li grabbed the soda water and walked over.
"Look, I just posted a Weibo post, asking readers to talk about something that bothered them recently, and then help each other solve the problem. One fan said, "I am with a person day and night, helping him with his work and taking care of his life. Unconsciously, I seem to pay more attention to him than before."..."
Chu Li: "..."
The man read out the comment word for word: "I have gained a lot from him, but I am annoyed that I am not satisfied. So, what's wrong with me?"
Chu Li: “………………………………………………”
Chu Li: "How is it?"
Chu Li: "Are you still not allowed to ask questions?"
"I was just saying that I can smell the sour scent of young girls' love through the screen of my phone," Zhao Chuan raised his head and glanced at Chu Li, and found that his editor had a dead face without any fluctuations, "...Look, look, look, look at your own dead face in the mirror, so you don't understand anything - you said that you are also helping me with my work and taking care of my life, why don't you always look into my eyes when you talk; why don't you blush; and besides work, you never gossip with me and you don't allow me to gossip with you..."
First Li: “………………………………………………”
The man sitting on the sofa sat up straighter: "What's wrong with me? Why can't I arouse your girlish heart at all?"
Chu Li moved his lips.
Zhuochuan: "Okay, it seems that this question is difficult for you to answer."
Zhuochuan asked again: "The last question, do you appreciate my talent?"
"What talent?" Chu Li heard her own dry voice. "Dashes all over the sky and she still refuses to change them, or are two male beasts who love and kill each other having a disagreement and then have a baby?"
Zhu Chuan was angry: "You don't have a girlish heart."
Chu Li was also angry: "I won't give it to you even if I have it!"
She raised her voice and threw the cold soda water in her hand into the man's arms. He subconsciously stretched out his hands to take it, and then he snorted loudly and went upstairs.
Chu Chuan was holding a bottle of soda and a cell phone in his hand, staring blankly at the little girl behind him who was performing "Godzilla climbing the stairs" for the second time in an hour. He paused and said, "Why do I feel that you are angry because of embarrassment? Didn't I just praise that I, the reader, have a girlish heart and am cuter than you?"
"Readers are so lovely. Go live with them! Let them cook for you, walk your dog, and do your clothes!"
With a bang, the door upstairs was slammed shut.
The windows downstairs shook three times.
The man stood there in a daze for three seconds, stretched his neck and rushed upstairs and shouted: "You are demolishing the house!!!"
No response.
…
That night, Chu Li had nightmares all night. The most absurd one was that she mustered up the courage to confess to Chu Chuan, and Chu Chuan held the phone, and in the previous second he was still chatting with an unknown person in a gentle manner, and in the next second he raised his head, looked at her with a half-smile and said: "Take out your heart and show it to me?"
Chu Li really cut herself open, and when she opened her chest she found it was empty. The man smiled and said, "See, I told you before, you don't have a girlish heart."
In the dream, Chu Li cried out "Wow", anxious and sad, with her bleeding chest exposed, she asked the world: Have you seen my girlish heart?
——Then I woke up in shock.
He opened his eyes and stared at the familiar attic ceiling. The heart in his chest was beating vigorously, torturing its owner. When Chu Li came back to his senses from the sadness that made him almost suffocate in the dream of the previous second, his first reaction was: Oh my god, am I possessed?
After getting up, washing up and going downstairs, Chu Li looked at the empty kitchen and walked to Zhu Chuan's door: "Want to have breakfast?"
There was no movement inside.
Maybe he was working on his manuscript until the early morning last night, so he fell into a deep sleep now? Usually at this time, Chu Li would not eat at home. After feeding Er Gou canned food, he would clean up and eat some egg-stuffed biscuits on the way to work...
With dark circles under his eyes, he arrived at the editorial office of Moonlight magazine on time for work. He put down his bag, turned on his computer and opened Q. The first thing he saw was the offline Word document sent by Mr. L. Chu Li also took a look at the time the file was sent: 4:45 in the morning.
"..." Chu Li saved the document to the computer desktop, "They are all night cats."
Who exactly is included in this so-called "all" is not mentioned here.
Chu Li calmed down and immersed herself in work. She opened Mr. L's document and took a look at the sequel to the story he had written for Suo Heng.
The story of Suo Heng begins with the fall of a star general of the empire, and the sequel given by Mr. L is about three thousand words... It says that this young star general of the empire fell because of the struggle for power in the empire, and he became a sacrifice despite his clean family. However, this hero did not die but drifted to a remote small planet in the alliance, where he adopted an ordinary poor child and prepared to live out the rest of his life quietly - but what he didn't expect was that as the child grew up, he was surprised to find that he was not a human being, but an ancient mecha that was said to have fallen 100 million years ago with the last self-destruction of the universe...
The entire story is told in 3,000 words in a narrative style that is somewhere between an article outline and a diary. The whole process is explained clearly, with twists and turns in the plot. In the end, the young general drives the ancient mecha back to the empire, unites his old subordinates, clears out the high-level officials of the empire, and ascends the throne as the youngest emperor in the annals of the empire.
After watching the end, Chu Li was still immersed in the shock of this unexpected yet seemingly reasonable ending——
The whole article is, unexpectedly, very good.
I haven't seen anything written by Mr. L for so many years. Chu Li was a little surprised that not only did his writing skills not regress due to unfamiliarity, but they even improved... It was as if he had been writing continuously all these years and never stopped!
In Chu Li's opinion, the subsequent writing of this article, whether in terms of writing style or the wonderful storytelling, seems to have completely surpassed the beginning given by Suo Heng himself -
If I hadn't known that the person who wrote this article was an outsider, I would have probably gone to the submission email address to find the contributor and ask him if he was interested in making a serious submission to the magazine!
Chu Li was excited and proofread the manuscript and sent it to Yu Yao and Lao Miao. Lao Miao was like a pool of stagnant water and said nothing after reading it.
Yu Yao seemed quite happy. He grabbed Chu Li and asked, "Who wrote this manuscript? It's really well written. Is it a ghost doll? The writing style doesn't look like it."
As if her own child was being praised, Chu Li even felt a little proud of Mr. L. She smiled broadly and said, "He's a friend of mine."
"Boyfriend, boyfriend," Ah Xiang happened to pass by her and was about to show Yu Yao a design with a USB drive. He glanced at the conversation box of Mr. L on Chu Li's desktop, "The last time I saw him call you wife..."
"It's just a joke." Chu Li said quickly.
"Your boyfriend is so nice to you, he even writes for you? Is he an insider? Can you try to get him to write an article?" Yu Yao read the document again, and seemed reluctant to let it go. "The writing style is sophisticated, neat and tidy, and the plot comes naturally... In my opinion, it's not much worse than Zhu Chuan's!"
"It's over, it's over..." Chu Li said awkwardly, "He used to imitate Zhuchuan's writing and was called 'Little Zhuchuan'. Your words 'almost the same as Zhuchuan' are really embarrassing."
"We at Yuanyue Society have never refused to discover new talents."
"...Okay, okay, I'll go ask him if he's interested in writing a short story." Chu Li muttered, "What if this is just a rare extraordinary performance of his in ten years? Don't show me your disappointed faces then. He hasn't written anything for many years, so he may not be a good writer - Ah Xiang, what are you laughing at!"
"Look at the way you protect your monkey," Ah Xiang said with a silly smile, "it's really interesting."
"How do I protect my son?"
"It's just a manuscript assignment, but he gave us a hundred shots in advance... He was afraid that we would say one more word against him."
“…”
Chu Li rolled his eyes, turned around and typed on the keyboard, first using 800 words to express his deep gratitude to Mr. L, then using 300 words to flatter him and express how the editorial department would be astonished by his subsequent actions, and finally using six concise, powerful and a little guilty words to get straight to the point: Do you want to commission me? The payment is high.
Mr. L did not reply.
I guess he hasn't woken up yet.
In the afternoon, Chu Li posted a preview of the subsequent submissions of the story relay on the official Weibo of "Moonlight" - that is, a part of the submissions, whether selected or not, were taken out and posted to satisfy the readers who submitted the submissions. The vanity of "I was personally selected by the official" can also be regarded as a response to show that "we really read your submissions seriously" so that the submissions will not fall into the sea and dampen their enthusiasm...
Mr. L's paragraph was naturally included in it.
——Originally, this is a very common action.
However, what Chu Li didn't expect was that when she was about to get off work in the afternoon, she habitually checked the official Weibo comments and saw such a message in the private message:
[Official blog Hello, QVQ. I am a 9-year-old fan of Chu Chuan. I have been following him since his first book was released. I read every book over and over again more than ten times! I have a question today. I wonder if you can reveal it: Among the subsequent submissions to Suo Heng's story relay, is the contributor named "Mr. L" Chuan? The writing style is so similar, and the words are full of familiar atmosphere. I can't make a mistake.
Please answer.
Thank you very much. 】