What should I do now? Should I put the things back and pretend nothing happened? Or should I take a look at what this thing is? The man is hiding it so carefully, as if he is afraid that others will find it...

Zhuo Chuan was standing outside the door, just like Prince Yan. Chu Li's heart was beating wildly, and she always felt that she was about to reveal some big secret... She hesitated for a moment, and despite her strong curiosity, she still did not look at those things. She chose to bend down and pick up the scattered draft papers one by one, and even did not let her eyes glance at the fragmentary content of the text on the draft paper——

It should be a novel.

It must be a novel...

But in this era, how could Zhuchuan still be writing novels on manuscript paper? Looking closely, the papers are a bit yellow and brittle, so they must be quite old.

So it's a novel written by Chu Chuan in the past? A novel written when he was a student. When was it? I think I heard him mention it before. When he was in high school, he did have the habit of writing novels on manuscript paper during class... So it's the manuscript of "Eastern Charming Record"?

But on the manuscript paper, it's all "she" and "he", and there aren't many female characters in Dongfang Yiwenlu.

“…”

Chu Li heard the continuous knocks on the door from Zhu Chuan. She stood in the middle of the study, holding a thick stack of draft papers. The next second, she was frightened by the thought that suddenly popped into her mind: Could this be the legendary teacher Zhu Chuan's real debut work?

Holding the manuscript, Chu Li narrowed her eyes slightly in surprise - Zhu Chuan's debut work, in the story he mentioned, had been torn up and burned. Chu Li remembered deeply that she felt very sorry for it at the time...

The answer was in her hands, and Chu Li was almost dying of curiosity.

But you can't watch it.

I can’t watch this! ! ! ! !

Respect the landlord's privacy and be careful not to leave without cleaning the house!!!

Chu Li was screaming in her heart but she stood there motionless, listening to the man walking away and then coming back. The key was inserted into the keyhole and turned with a light "click" sound. She watched the door being pushed open by the man, with the retro long-handled key still in the man's hand. The door was pushed open a little more, and a tall figure walked into the study: "Are you okay? If you are drunk, just go to bed honestly. I thought you--"

The man didn't finish his words.

The next second, his attention was completely attracted by the pile of draft papers in Chu Li's hand... Chu Li's head was a little dizzy at this time. She raised the pile of draft papers in her hands with both hands: "I didn't stand steadily just now, and I leaned on it casually. A book fell from the bookshelf, and there were a lot of draft papers scattered inside - is it yours?"

...Of course.

At this moment, the expression on Zhuchuan's face was as if he had seen Chuli open his closet and take out his underwear one by one and put them on his head -

The entire study room instantly fell into unspeakable silence.

"Did you see it?"

The man did not take the manuscript immediately. He just stood by the door holding the key, with no unnecessary expression on his face... Chu Li felt uneasy when he looked at her. She began to regret why she drank so much tonight. Her hands and feet were weak. She raised her hand holding the manuscript and wanted to put it down, but she didn't dare to -

It's a bit embarrassing anyway.

"I didn't see it. Actually, I really wanted to see it, but I was afraid you wouldn't want to show it to others... If you wanted to show it to others, you wouldn't hide it so well."

Chu Li's tongue was not flexible enough to speak. Her tongue was tied. Her eyes were drooping and she glanced around anxiously. Then she inevitably saw the top sheet of the manuscript in her hand. There was a sword box-like thing drawn next to the manuscript. She suddenly felt that it looked very familiar: a long time ago, when Chu Li went into the study to find Zhu Chuan's ID card, she seemed to have seen something very similar on the draft paper...

But what I saw on the manuscript paper that time was more refined than this casually scribbled version.

——That is to say, Zhuchuan had been thinking about these things for at least half a year.

"Teacher," she raised her head and looked at Zhuchuan carefully, "Is this the real first work you told me about before "Eastern Charming Records"? "

Chu Li finished her words, and then she was surprised to find that the man standing in front of her showed an expression that was very unfamiliar to her - indifference, disgust and impatience towards everything including himself, and eyes that were as cold as the evening snow in deep winter, frozen three feet in ice.

"…It has nothing to do with you." Zhuo Chuan reached out his hand, took the stack of draft papers, stuffed them back into the book where they were originally stored, and then put the book back on the bookshelf, "Don't mess with the things in my study."

He had never told Chu Li not to touch anything in the study before.

He even often crossed his legs on the sofa and directed her to look for it in the study. When Chu Li couldn't find it, he would ask her to "look carefully in every corner"...

"But didn't you say they were destroyed? Are they still there? Did you keep them? A few months ago I saw the same totem on a draft in your study, teacher, did you——"

"no."

"If you still want to—"

"I don't want to."

Chu Li was like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood. For a moment, she suddenly felt that she had really touched upon something very profound—a person, his original intention in writing, the thoughts he originally wanted to express, the world he originally wanted to depict, and what he still remembers to this day...

She wanted to know.

If something can impress the author for many years, then it may, or must, also impress the reader.

Chu Li followed behind Zhu Chuan, watching him bend down to pick up the remaining manuscripts from the ground and put them in order... As the man bent down to put them in order, Chu Li hugged her knees, squatted down, squatted beside him, and whispered, "Can you show me the manuscript?"

The man paused as he was about to pick up a piece of paper. He turned his head and looked at Chu Li: "In what capacity?"

As they spoke, their faces were very close... Chu Li could almost smell the faint scent of coffee beans on the man, which almost swallowed up the alcohol in her body. She felt the alcohol moving towards her head. She slowly closed her eyes and bit her lower lip: "Whatever identity you say, that's it."

Editing is also good.

Friends too.

Or maybe something else——

In the dim light, she felt the man's eyes moving around her face twice. After a long moment, he said calmly, "No."

"...Your serial outline has not been finalized yet, because we all know that those outlines are not your best choices at the moment," Chu Li frowned slightly, "Instead of hesitating about what to write next and putting it off, why ignore a story that has been gathering dust for a long time and that you have been thinking about for a long time-"

"Because I don't need to be vetoed again."

The man's emotionless voice rang out.

Chu Li stopped talking abruptly and was stunned.

"Because of your curiosity, you took it and read it, then smiled and said: Sure enough, they are all very old things, the content is too old-fashioned and boring, teacher, please write something else," said Zhu Chuan expressionlessly, "My father said this to me ten years ago, so, sorry, I don't want to hear it a second time."

“…”

"I'm sorry that it's not as strong as you think. I'm afraid of things too." The man finally showed some expression. He slowly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes. He stared into Chu Li's eyes and said, "Don't touch it again. You're drunk, so just think of it as a dream."

At the end of his words, there was a gentleness and caution hidden under his cold face that he himself was not aware of.

"I'll give you the outline separately around the New Year."

After the man finished speaking, he straightened up and stood up first.

The shadow cast by the tall figure completely enveloped her——

The warmth that she had just felt when she returned home was gradually leaving her body, and the coldness in the study seemed to spread from the soles of her feet all the way up to her heart through her slippers... She watched the person standing in front of her put away the draft papers, then turned around and walked past her without saying a word and walked out of the study. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word, nor did he look at her again.

The room was eerily quiet.

——It was as if Hatsurei had accidentally touched some forbidden spell, revealing the secret truth of God...

Finally, the real Chu Chuan was awakened.

He can laugh and joke with others about the messy ideas in his writings;

He can change those strange things to normal under the threat of the editor;

He can write a brilliant plot that will make many people applaud;

He can argue that his mistakes are all homophones;

He can make his editor jump up and down in anger, or he can immediately stand up and take responsibility when the editor needs help;

He can create countless classic characters that are hard to forget;

He is a qualified popular best-selling author.

At the same time, he resisted from the bottom of his heart——

Resist sharing with anyone.

Because he was rejected the first time he tried to do so, from that day on, the wound did not heal with time but gradually worsened and penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

Then, there is today's Chucheon.

“…”

Chu Li endured the heavy and stabbing pain in her head and stood up with the help of the study table. She looked in the direction the man left, and the corridor was pitch black...

Her hands rubbed on the ground and grabbed twice unconsciously, and suddenly stopped when she felt the light and cool touch under the corner of the table. Her palms tightened, and Chu Li stood there silently for a while...until a moment later, she slowly opened her palms, and a crumpled manuscript paper was already wet with the sweat of her palms.

A manuscript that was accidentally forgotten.

Chu Li licked his lower lip, which was a little dry due to his loss of consciousness just now, and carefully spread out the forgotten manuscript paper, folded it, and then put it properly into his pocket. His movements were so gentle, as if it was Chu Chuan himself.

As if afraid that a heavy movement would disturb him.

A glass-hearted actor teacher.

The clam shell refused to open, and would not open even in boiling water, but it did not matter. As long as it was still alive, it had to wait patiently while she pried it open herself - she would open the door, raise the window, and forcibly drag it out of the dark corner and stand it in the sunshine.

Whatever he thought, she was willing—

She was the one who defeated his inner demons.

If you can't even do this, why do you keep saying you like someone?

…

Chu Li walked out of the study room, holding onto the wall. He looked even more frantic than when he had hurriedly entered the study room just now. At this moment, the living room was empty. There was a cup of steaming milk on the table. Chu Li walked over, picked it up, sniffed it like a dog, then took a sip and found that there was sweet honey in it.

Chu Li finished the milk in one gulp, glanced at a tightly closed door, returned to his room, opened the window, and a gust of cold wind mixed with the unique breath of winter blew in. Sitting by the window, Chu Li's mind became clearer.

Carefully unfolding the manuscript paper in his arms, Chu Li began to read the contents on it seriously, word by word, sentence by sentence - there were about a thousand words on this piece of paper, starting with the cold-nosed and cold-eyed male protagonist putting a knife on the heroine's neck. The male protagonist's first line was: Where did you hide my scabbard? My "Wu Gui" clearly felt the resonance of the scabbard. Hand it over quickly and I will spare your life.

Then, the heroine called the police.

…………………………Call the police.

Chu Li laughed foolishly while holding the manuscript paper. When she continued to look down and saw the police car rushing in and taking the hero and heroine into the police station, she started to tremble as she sat by the window and almost shook herself off the window sill...

I finished reading the 1,200-plus words quickly. Based on the clips, Chu Li roughly guessed that this was a story similar to "ancient characters traveled through time to modern times" - in order to find the scabbard of his sword named "Wugui", the old-fashioned male protagonist traveled from the alien continent to modern society, met the female protagonist, a prop master of a small crew, and then because the "Wugui Sword" suddenly resonated like a GPS navigation and positioning system, he insisted that she had hidden his scabbard. The male and female protagonists met for the first time. The male protagonist put the sword on the female protagonist's neck, and the female protagonist called the police. The two were both taken to the police station. After a questioning, the police uncle kicked the two out with a look of "damn idiots, the crew has gone off work and you are still acting" -

Before leaving, she confiscated the famous sword "Wugui" that the male protagonist had always carried with him since he was a child. The reason given on the detention order was: a sharpened controlled knife.

…And then there is nothing else. The content of the manuscript ends here. It ends abruptly when the male protagonist tries to "attack the police" and is forcibly dragged away by the female protagonist. He stands on the street with a sour face and folded his arms and says to the female protagonist, "Then you have to take responsibility."

After reading that draft, Chu Li still had a silly smile on her face. As she smiled, she subconsciously began to touch her pocket, as if she was hoping that her pocket was Doraemon's magical little pocket that could take out the next one -

Of course, the result was nothing.

Chu Li sat on the window sill in a daze, picked up the crumpled draft paper in his hand, and carefully read it again in the moonlight. Suddenly, he had the urge to ignore Zhu Chuan's warning and take out the pile of draft papers that had been put away...

This time, it was not because I wanted to see what Hikawa wrote in his debut novel, but simply because I wanted to see where the hero and heroine went and what they did after leaving the police station.

When Chu Li realized it, she suddenly realized that she seemed to have accidentally fallen into an unknown pit that had no ending, no manuscripts, and the author himself refused to mention it.

——This is Hirokawa’s debut work, the one that his father rejected outright and became a mental obsession. Apart from the awkward writing style and the unnatural pencil case in some places, it is surprisingly interesting.

...It doesn’t matter whether it is a bestseller or not, a good book is one that can arouse the reader’s urge to continue reading.

Chu Li lowered his head, carefully unfolded the manuscript on his legs and folded it up. After thinking for a while, he simply pressed it under his pillow like a talisman... After finishing everything, a cool breeze blew when he stood up. Chu Li lowered his head to check the time, and then he realized that it was already past one in the morning. So he walked to the window and was about to close it -

At this time.

A bit of coolness fell on the tip of her nose and melted away.

"……ah?"

Chu Li was stunned for a moment, then he looked up and saw in the moonlight that there were actually some white particles falling from the sky. The white particles gradually became clearer and clearer, and then changed from particles to cotton-like particles.

The sound of someone opening the window came from nearby, and the hostess said with joy: "It's snowing! It's almost New Year's Day, and I thought it wouldn't snow this year!"

"It's snowing, it's snowing, I'm freezing to death with the window closed..." This was the man's nagging and unromantic complaint.

There was a few clangs, and then the sound of the window closing, and everything around returned to silence.

At this moment, Chu Li, who was sitting by the window, seemed to be belatedly reminded by someone and realized that "it's snowing! Damn it, it's really snowing." He clumsily took out his mobile phone, entered Q, and found a familiar avatar -

[The navy hired by the monkey: Teacher, it’s snowing. ]

[The Monkey’s hired navy: It’s already January, and the snow in City G is so late this year! ]

[The water army hired by Monkey: I have a holiday tomorrow. I will take a flight home at 4pm. I will be back at the end of February after the Chinese New Year.]

[The Monkey's hired navy: I hope the lock on your front door has not been changed by then.]

[The Monkey’s hired army: Happy New Year to the teacher in advance! I will work hard to sell books for you next year! ]

There is more, and I cannot tell you——

By moonlight, I read your draft.

Sorry, although I did pick it up by chance and read it secretly, but I still want to say that at least I think that the first novel written by the teacher that year is actually very good! !

Not boring at all.

Not stuffy at all.

What happened to the male and female protagonists? Did the male protagonist find the scabbard? What about the female protagonist? After helping the male protagonist find the scabbard, did she see him off to another world?

[The Monkey's Navy: By the way, it's snowing so heavily outside, will the flight be delayed? I know it will snow again this year, but I never thought it would be today. Look, the moon is still hanging in the sky outside, and I don't even need to turn on the light in my room when I open the window.]

“…”

Chu Li placed the phone on her knees, rubbed her hands, and breathed in some heat. Then she picked up the phone again with her red, frozen hands and typed carefully, word by word.

[The navy hired by the monkey: Teacher, the moonlight tonight is so beautiful. ]