Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 185 185. My own Versailles

  The imperial capital.

   Wanhe Garden.

  The temperature is gradually rising, and some heat-resistant grass flowers on the terrace have gradually wilted.

   Lu Chuan got up early in the morning and moved them one by one to a shaded place against the wall, hoping to last longer.

   Among them is a pot of poached egg straw chrysanthemum, which is his favorite.

  Because since it was transplanted in September last year, its flowers have never faded. Tender green leaves, white waxy petals, yellow center...

  It will shyly close up when watering. If the flowers are picked off, there is no need for any treatment, and there will be no change for a year or a half.

   But at this moment, with the occasional jump in temperature to twenty-five degrees, its condition is already very bad.

  When the editor Yunfeng came, he was holding the flower scissors to trim all the flower branches into a small bamboo rattan basket, and put the rattan orchid on the side coffee table.

  Yunfeng sat there, looking at the fresh flowers, he couldn't help but look at him worriedly:

   "Don't you love your flowers and plants the most? Why do you just cut them all?"

  The entire flower pot was cut bald.

  Lu Chuan said lightly: "Grass flowers are not resistant to high temperatures."

  Then asked him: "Will you drink tea or honey water?"

   This is a strange question!

  Yunfeng laughed: "I'm an old man and I can't hangover, what kind of honey water should I drink? Tea, tea is fine."

  Lu Chuan let out a "hmm" and opened the refrigerator at this moment.

   But for some reason, Yunfeng always felt that he looked unhappy.

  But then I thought about it: I shouldn't!

  I felt quite stable during the chat two days ago, why did I suddenly become unhappy?

   is pondering, the sound of water flowing.

  He sniffled: "This tea smells so good!"

  Lu Chuan was pouring tea for him, when he heard this, he hummed: "It was given by someone else."

  He was wearing light gray home clothes, and a pure cotton and soft pullover was loosely worn on his body. The sleeves were slightly rolled up, showing his thin and powerful forearms.

  Because I haven't seen the sun for a long time, the inside of my wrist shows a cool white color, and I can vaguely see the blue blood vessels inside.

  From this angle, he looks flawless, even handsome, especially with his bookish look.

but…

  When he was walking towards the sofa with a teacup in his hand, the faint scars entrenched on his temples and cheekbones stretched from his ears all the way to his neck.

  Thinking of this, Yunfeng sighed secretly.

  Before, Lu Chuan never entertained guests at his home. When they met, they would either meet at a nearby restaurant or go to a food stall in the street.

  But since he was in a semi-disfigured state, he probably never left the community at all, right?

  He is still in the recovery period, and it is troublesome to even go out to eat. Therefore, when Yunfeng wanted to meet and chat, Lu Chuan gave him his home address for the first time.

   Now look at this room again—

   Clean and minimalist. Except for the flowers and plants that can be seen everywhere, everything is in order, which makes people feel relaxed just looking at it.

  That's...as a single man's home, it seems a bit too clean.

  The teacup was placed in front of him, and the faint fragrance came over his face, making him instantly forget all the miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, and only said deeply intoxicated:

   "Smells good!"

  Lu Chuan also sat down, and at this moment he was slowly stroking the leaves of the pile of flowers, one by one, piece by piece, very meticulous.

   For a while, no one was talking in the room, and Yunfeng didn't react until half of the tea was drunk.

   "I almost forgot, this is your copyright contract, please take a look, you can sign it if there is no problem."

  Lu Chuan looked at the folder, and then asked: "I didn't agree to eat, did the copyright negotiation go well?"

  He just gave a price, and the rest was negotiated by the website, and he didn't care about it later.

Yunfeng snorted: "If you didn't promise to eat, the price will not go up again. But the offer is quite fair, so don't eat if you don't want to eat. You golden single dog, it's not suitable to eat with others casually." .”

   This is an understatement, but he must have lost a lot of hair.

  He has been writing for ten years, and Yunfeng has always been his editor. Back then, he was a rookie, and Yunfeng was also a small editor who had just entered the industry.

   Now, Lu Chuan is a well-known and well-known writer, and Yunfeng has also taken the position of editor-in-chief.

  Lu Chuan smiled, and the little mole became more sincere as the eyebrows stretched: "Thank you for your hard work. I will send you a catty of tea later, and bring two bottles of honey to the family."

  Yunfeng instantly remembered that he just asked whether to drink tea or honey: "Okay, you have something good at home!"

   "This tea..." He picked up the cup and said cautiously, "I'm afraid it's not cheap."

  He accompanied his partners before and drank tea leaves worth tens of thousands of catties, which were still inferior to this tea. Speaking of which, this gift is indeed a bit expensive.

   "It's not that exaggerated."

  Lu Chuan's expression was gentle:

   "My friend's own tea is only charged at the cost price. Returning readers will also be given a lottery."

   Speaking of this, Yunfeng did not refuse any more, but asked again:

   "Then it's been half a month since your last book, what about the new book, do you have any plans?"

   That's right, this is the focus of his visit today! The copyright contract has been signed, and when the funds are in place, the publicity process can start again.

   At that time, there will be no new books to receive this part of the popularity, and it hurts to think about it.

  In the era of big data, writing a book also needs to be timely and timely.

   Mentioning his own job, Lu Chuan’s smile deepened:

   "I've been in good spirits recently, and I've written 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 have a clear mind, but I can hardly sleep at night after drinking tea.

  He often couldn't sleep at night because he forgot about it, so he had to get up and struggle to type.

   Now that the last book has only been finished for half a month, the new book has already accumulated 100,000 manuscripts. This was impossible before!

  Yunfeng became excited instantly: "What is the subject of the new book?"

   On the one hand, he couldn't wait to babble:

   "Now all the major websites are imitating your last book, and there are countless people following the trend. It's a pity that they don't have your writing power, and they can't support such a grand and complete world structure and logical chain."

  Lu Chuan wrapped the tidied flower branches with tie-up thread, and answered casually:

   "Those who learn from me live, those who imitate me die."

   Of course, this sentence is arrogant, but it is actually his self-criticism:

"Every world of mine is connected, too many foreshadowings, and the lines are buried too deep~ www.wuxiahere.com~ It takes a lot of effort to use your brain. The opening article is not hot enough, and the full text is not exciting... According to the popular Internet articles nowadays With the writing method of the three golden chapters, it may be difficult to sign a contract."

  However, because it is rated as "the rhythm of American dramas" by the industry, it is easier to sell film and television copyrights.

  Yunfeng couldn't laugh or cry: "My own, you are still in Versailles!"

   Not tonight!

  (end of this chapter)