The temperature is gradually rising, and some heat-intolerant grass flowers on the terrace have gradually begun to wilt.
Lu Chuan got up early in the morning and moved them one by one to a shaded place against the wall, hoping to maintain a longer life.
Among them is a pot of poached eggs and straw chrysanthemums, which is his favorite.
Because since it was transplanted in September last year, its flowers have never withered. They have tender green leaves, white waxy petals, and yellow flower centers...
The flowers will bloom shyly when watered, and if you pick the flowers, there will be no change in a year or so without any treatment.
But at this moment, with the temperature occasionally rising to 25 degrees, its condition is already very bad.
When the editor Yunfeng came, he was using flower scissors to trim all the flower branches into a small bamboo wicker basket, and then placed the vine orchids on the coffee table nearby.
Yunfeng sat there, looking at the fresh and tender flowers, and couldn't help but look at him with some worry:
"Don't you care most about your flowers and plants? Why do you just cut them all off?"
The entire flower pot was cut bare.
Lu Chuan downplayed it: "Cultures and flowers cannot withstand high temperatures."
Then he asked him: "Tea or honey water?"
This is a strange question!
Yunfeng laughed: "I'm an old man and I don't know how to deal with hangovers. What kind of honey water should I drink? Tea, just tea."
Lu Chuan said "hmm" and opened the refrigerator.
But for some reason, Yunfeng always felt that he looked unhappy.
But then I thought about it: It shouldn’t be!
When we chatted two days ago, I felt quite stable. Why did I suddenly feel unhappy?
While I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of water flowing.
He sniffed: "This tea smells so good!"
Lu Chuan was pouring tea for him when he heard this and said, "It was given by someone else."
He was wearing light gray home clothes, and a pure cotton and soft pullover was worn loosely on his body. The sleeves were slightly rolled up, showing off his thin and strong forearms.
Because it has not seen the sun for a long time, the inside of the wrist takes on a cold white color, and the cyan blood vessels inside can be vaguely seen.
From this angle, he looked flawless, even handsome, and his bookish look was particularly outstanding.
but……
When he walked towards the sofa with the teacup in hand, the vague scars on his temples and cheekbones extended from his ears to his neck, making his whole body look like white jade with flaws, which made people even more heartbroken.
Thinking of this, Yunfeng also sighed secretly.
In the past, Lu Chuan had never entertained guests at his home. When they met, they would either make appointments at nearby restaurants or at food stalls in the streets and alleys.
But since he was in a semi-disfigured state, he probably never left the community again, right?
He was still in the recovery period, and it was troublesome to even go out to eat and drink. Therefore, when Yunfeng wanted to meet and chat, Lu Chuan gave him his home address for the first time.
Now look at this house again——
Clean and simple. Except for the flowers and plants that can be seen everywhere, everything is in order, making people feel relaxed just looking at it.
It's just that... for a single man's home, it seems a little too clean.
The tea cup was placed in front of him, and the fragrance hit his face, making him instantly forget the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, and he only said deeply intoxicated:
“It smells so good!”
Lu Chuan also sat down, and now he was slowly stroking the leaves of the bunch of flowers, one by one, one by one, extremely meticulous.
No one was talking in the room for a while, and it wasn't until Yunfeng drank half of the tea that he realized what was happening.
"I almost forgot. This is your copyright contract. Take a look at it. If there are no problems, you can sign it."
Lu Chuan looked at the folder, and then asked, "I didn't agree to the meal. Did the copyright negotiation go smoothly?"
He just gave a price, and the rest was negotiated by the website, and he didn't care about it anymore later.
Yunfeng snorted: "If you didn't agree to eat, the price will never go up again. But it's quite fair. If you don't want to eat, just eat it. It's not appropriate for you, a golden single, to eat with others casually."
.”
It's an understatement, but I must have lost a lot of hair.
He has been writing for ten years, and Yunfeng has always been his editor. He was a newcomer at the time, and Yunfeng was also a small editor who had just entered the industry.
Now, Lu Chuan is a well-known writer and Yunfeng has also taken the position of editor-in-chief.
Lu Chuan smiled, and the small mole became more and more sincere as his brows widened: "Thank you for your hard work. I will give you a pound of tea later, and two bottles of honey for the family."
Yunfeng instantly remembered whether he had just asked whether to drink tea or honey: "Okay, you have good things at home!"
"This tea..." He picked up the cup and said cautiously, "I'm afraid it's not cheap."
He had accompanied his partners before and drank tea worth tens of thousands per catty, but it was still inferior compared to this tea. This gift was indeed a bit expensive.
"It's not that exaggerated."
Lu Chuan's expression was gentle:
"For my friend's own tea, I only charged the cost price. Returning readers will also be given away in the lottery."
When it came to this matter, Yunfeng didn't refuse anymore, and just asked again:
"It's been half a month since you finished your last book. What about your new book? Do you have any plans?"
Yes, this is the focus of his visit today! The copyright contract has been signed, and once the funds are in place, the promotion process can begin again.
When the time comes, no new book will receive this kind of popularity, which makes me feel heartbroken just thinking about it.
In the era of big data, writing a book must be done at the right time, place, and people.
When Lu Chuan mentioned his own job, his smile deepened:
"I'm in good spirits recently and I wrote part of it at home. You choose a time and I can publish it at any time."
After drinking this tea, I feel refreshed and my thinking is clear, but I basically can't sleep at night if I drink the tea at night.
He often couldn't sleep at night because he forgot about it, so he had to get up and work hard to type.
Now, the last book has only been completed for half a month, and the new book has already accumulated 100,000 manuscripts. This was impossible before!
Yunfeng became excited instantly: "What is the theme of the new book?"
On the other hand, he couldn’t wait to talk:
"Nowadays, all the major websites are imitating your last book, and there are countless people who are following suit and trying to gain popularity. It's a pity that they don't have your writing skills and can't support such a grand and complete world structure and logical chain."
Lu Chuan wrapped the flower branches he had packed up with a tie and answered casually:
"He who learns from me lives, and he who imitates me dies."
Of course, this sentence is said to be arrogant, but it is actually his self-criticism:
"Every world of mine is interconnected, there are too many foreshadowings, and the lines are buried too deep. Reading requires using your brain and is very laborious. The opening chapter is not exciting enough, and the full text is not exciting...according to the golden three chapters of the popular online articles.
In terms of writing, it would probably be difficult to sign the contract.”
However, because it was rated as "American drama rhythm" by the industry, the film and television rights were sold simply.
Yunfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are one of our own, and you are still in Versailles!"