Chu Li was immersed in the sigh of misfortune that the young man Zhouchuan encountered and the gloating of the old Miao flattering on the horse's slap. At this time, her cell phone suddenly vibrated. Chu Li picked it up and looked at it, and found that it was Teacher Xia who was chatting with her privately on WeChat.

Because of limited technology and speed, the teacher always speaks concisely on WeChat... The WeChat sent to Chu Li this time is no exception, with only three words on it: Get him done.

First ceremony: "…"

Get him done?

who?

Who are you doing?

Chu Li believes that although Teacher Xia did not say who "he" was on WeChat, judging from the current situation, the so-called "he" seems to be Zhou Chuan - Teacher Xia wants Chu Li to persuade Zhou Chuan to participate in the selection of the "Huazhi Award" with the "Luohe Divine Book"...

——Or what else can I do? Entering the sacred marriage hall with him?

Chu Li put away his cell phone, organized the language, thought about it and asked the men around him who looked serious and looked at the dancing aunts very seriously: "Teacher, since your writing experience in youth is so nervous, you are tearing down your true meaning. You can write "Oriental Ancient News" in less than a year after the female work, which means you still have a spirit of not admitting defeat in your bones?"

"Whatever you say." Zhou Chuan looked calm with a corpse. "I think that the things in the passionate blood are just talking about it."

Chu Li pretended not to hear his stagnant speech, and continued to say to himself: "Why didn't you resist? He got full marks in the college entrance examination composition, and then he finally became famous with his own novels. Why did he still not resist after proving that he could do it? You should hold the score bar and hold the news paper and stand in front of those who once questioned you, and shout to them: Look! I did it!"

Chu Li said, and she felt a brief silence around her.

This time it is different from the previous rhythm of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water".

He was really silent.

Chu Li turned his head a little strangely: "But no matter whether it was the ultimate ignorance of Chinese teachers back then, he tore up his debut. The same is true for female works, the same for the Writers Association meeting, and the selection of Huazhi Awards... It is obvious that you have done a good job, why have you been avoiding these?"

At this time, the surrounding environment is actually a bit noisy.

The sound of Chuli sounded loud and loud.

It seems a bit funny to talk about this seemingly profound life topic in the music of square dance... However, at the moment, no one in the conversation seemed to think something was wrong-

They were completely immersed in the topic of discussion at this moment. Chu Li looked at Zhou Chuan, and his heart was full of confusion;

Zhouchuan stared at a corner not far away, and the child was eating popsicles seriously, staring at his grandmother dancing in the square dance with big eyes: his eyes reflected the figure dancing in the middle of the square, his eyes were full of curiosity and a thrill of new things, as if it was-

This is completely different from the radio gymnastics he did at school.

He really wanted to stand up and walk into the crowd to try it out for himself. What was the difference?

“…”

About a few seconds later, the man's expressionless face was shaken.

"... Maybe it's because I've lost the interest in competing with them," the man stood up and patted the dust that didn't exist on his body. "It's also maybe I'm a timid person at heart, afraid that once I enter their world, one day I find that what they're saying is actually right, so I'm shaking about what I've been insisting on... Maybe it's."

"But that flower branch award..."

"Do you know what I want to express after telling you so many stories?"

"……What?"

"There is no such thing as 'but'," said Chuchuan lightly. "This is why I have never been responsible for the individual editor. At present, my writing journey is stable and smooth - just like when I didn't need a teacher to press my head to write argumentative essays; nor did my father tell me what kind of words are valuable and qualified to print them into a book... Now, I also don't need an editor to point too much at myself."

Zhou Chuan: "Do you know that Yu Yao and Suo Heng actually had a good relationship in the early years? Yu Yao is not now because she is in the high position of editor-in-chief and does not take the author, but she just doesn't want to take it anymore."

"Ah?" Chu Li blinked. She had already captured some information in the conversation between Lao Miao and Yu Yao, but...

Yu Yao and Suo Heng? Have a story?

"In this era, for most authors, the meaning of editors has changed - in many cases, editors are no longer needed, and they gradually evolve into proofreaders and marketers..."

Zhou Chuan said as he turned around and looked at the little girl who was still sitting there: her eyes were firm and cold.

It was as if he was saying that he really didn't need an editor.

It's as if you are saying, don't worry about that much, just be responsible for the book I have in your hand, sit down and proofread, give it a beautiful cover, and sell it.

It seems that after that, we can part ways, and if it goes well, I will say politely: Looking forward to working together next time.

“…”

Chu Li was stunned.

At that moment, it seemed that all the noisy people and things around were taken away. Only she and the man in front of her were left in the world - and in such a completely isolated environment, she accidentally touched the person in front of her for the first time, very, very inner soul...

——However, when his fingertips touched carefully, Chu Li had to retract her hand as if she was forced to retract her hand by the biting cold...

Even his whole heart sank into the bottom of the valley.

Chu Li also looked confused. She lowered her head. At this time, she could only subconsciously avoid the man's too calm brown eyes - while the other party was standing patiently waiting, she just stood up with conditioned reflexes.

Zhouchuan: "Please eat popsicles?"

The first lip spoke "ah" and didn't react.

They took a step and hurriedly followed the man's footsteps. The two stopped in front of the refrigerator of the vendor about twenty meters away. Zhou Chuan took a very simple popsicle, but brought Chu Li a strawberry cone - tear off the packaging bag and bite the ice cream. When the soft, sweet ice cream slid into the stomach through his throat, it was cool.

On such a hot summer night...

Chu Li wanted to find someone to borrow a batch of quilts.

That night, I was infected by the desperate atmosphere at the scene. After Chu Li returned home, she also responded to Teacher Xia on WeChat.

[The monkey invited the navy: Teacher, I can't handle it.]

[The monkey invited the navy: It took his father twenty-seven years to pry open the crack of the clam shell. What can I do?]

[The navy army invited by the monkey: Teacher Zhouchuan is very determined and resists this from the inside out.]

Five minutes later, Teacher Xia replied.

[Teacher Xia: Heroes are sad to pass the beauty.]

Ten minutes later, when Chu Li's eyes were almost rolling out of her socket, another supplement -

[Teacher Xia: Although you are not a "beauty", you have to try it.]

First ceremony: "…"

That night, the first ritual fell into a difficult sleep.

To be honest, Zhou Chuan's judgment is not wrong - Chu Li Yu was a tenant who was responsible for walking dogs and cooking; he was the editor in charge of "Luohe Divine Book"; he was the editor who regularly provided some short stories...

However, that's all.

[In this era, for most authors, the editorial significance has changed.]

[In many cases, editing is no longer needed...]

First ceremony: "…"

He doesn't need a real editor, Shurchuan himself.

He doesn't need an editor.

He doesn't need her.

He doesn't need her!!!

Realizing this, the man lying on the bed lifted the quilt from the bed and jumped up, rolled the bed and beat the pillows and stamped his feet - until the man heard the sound of a man vaguely listening to the sound of coming up and beating up: "On the upper floor, don't sleep in the middle of the night to demolish the house?"

“…”

The little girl who was holding a crocodile-shaped pillow stopped and stared at her red eyes and then fell back on the messy bed. She froze, and kicked the quilt to the ground as if she was so angry that she turned over, making the mattress "crunch" sound unbearable.

It was already three o'clock when I was summoned by the Sleeping God with yawning and resentment.

The next day, I almost couldn't get up and go to work. I had dark circles and dragged my zombie-like steps to take a bath, change clothes, feed dogs, and feed Zhouchuan... Before leaving, Chu Li secretly glanced at the man sitting at the table and eating breakfast with his eyes.

This guy finally stopped locking himself in the room;

After she woke up this morning, she found the word document needed for the first plan of the roll book sent by this guy;

When she opened the door, he and Ergouzi both squatted at the stairs in the attic and looked up at her, asking her what she would eat this morning.

Everything was fine originally.

But the first ritual just can't be happy...

"What are you doing when you look at me with such a loneliness look?" Finally, I couldn't stand the burning temperature of her erratic eyes, and the man put down the cup of milk and asked.

"..." Chu Li said, "This is the look of love."

Zhouchuan: "I think I'm blind."

The man laughed, Chu Li glared at him, muttering words like "Heart is black", "Brother the girl's heart", "Tornado", etc., grabbed Bao who was placed in the entrance hall and turned around and went out with anger.

...

Chu Li fell the door very loudly. What she didn't know was that when she turned around and left, the man sitting at the dining table temporarily restrained the smile on his face and fell into silence...

No one knows what a man is thinking.

Only he knows-

Last night, there was a moment, maybe he was bewitched by the current atmosphere; maybe he was taken away by the other party's pure eyes; maybe he was temporarily confused under the light... He almost thought that he had really encountered boiling water and was forced to be pried open and closed for many years.

But it's fine.

Fortunately, he braked the car in time.

It's good now.

Change or something, it's still not possible.

“…”

Thinking of this, it was like a determination to return everything to the beginning. After breathing a sigh of relief, the man raised his eyebrows and stuffed the last bit of toast into his mouth.

Ah, that Banana Man is pretty good at editing, but her cooking skills are really good.

...

Moonlight magazine October issue.

Because Chu Li copied the Taobao link "Hanging special hemp rope for undead package compensation" three times before the final delivery, the three Tokuya Yoshihiro finally submitted the manuscript successfully before the printing was released. Therefore, Lao Miao collected the manuscripts of the other three authors early, and was always ready to replace them with the strange conspiracy that failed...

Things were solved perfectly.
To be continued...