Chapter 185 185. Versailles of our own people
The imperial capital.
Wanhe Garden.
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 lifespan.
There is a pot of poached eggs and wheat straw chrysanthemums among them, which is his favorite.
Because since it was transplanted in September last year, its flowers have never withered. Green leaves, white waxy petals, yellow flower centers...
When watering, the flowers will grow shyly together. If the flowers are picked, no treatment is required, and there will be no change in a year and a half.
But at this moment, with the temperature occasionally rising to 25 degrees, its condition is already very bad.
When editor Yun Feng came, he was using flower scissors to trim all the flower branches into a small bamboo wicker basket, and put the vine orchids on the coffee table nearby.
Yunfeng sat there, looking at the branches of fresh flowers, and couldn't help but look at him with some worry:
“Don’t you care about your flowers and plants the most? Why do you just cut them all off?”
The entire flowerpot has been cut bare.
Lu Chuan downplayed it: "Cultures and flowers are not resistant to high temperatures."
Then he asked him: "Drink tea or honey water?"
This is a strange question!
Yunfeng laughed: "I'm a man who doesn't know how to relieve hangover, so why should I drink honey water? 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!
I felt pretty stable when we chatted two days ago, why did I suddenly feel unhappy?
While thinking about it, there was a 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 he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, the inside of his wrist has a cold white color, and the blue blood vessels inside can be vaguely seen.
From this angle, he looks flawless, even handsome, and his bookish look is particularly outstanding.
but…
When he walked towards the sofa with a teacup in hand, the vague scars on his temples and cheekbones extended from his ears to his neck, making his whole person look like white jade with flaws, which made people even more heartbroken.
Thinking of this, Yunfeng also sighed secretly.
Lu Chuan had never entertained guests at his home before. When they met, they would either make appointments at nearby restaurants or gourmet food stalls in the streets and alleys.
But since he is in a semi-disfigured state, he probably has never left the community at all, right?
He is still in the recovery period, and even going out to eat and drink is troublesome. Therefore, when Yunfeng wanted to meet and chat, Lu Chuan gave him his home address for the first time.
Look at this house again now—
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.
That is... As a single man's home, it seems a bit too clean.
"It smells so good!" Lu Chuan also sat down and was slowly stroking the leaves of the bunch of flowers, one by one, very carefully.
No one was talking in the room for a while, and Yunfeng didn't react until he was halfway through drinking the tea.
“I almost forgot, this is your copyright contract, take a look at it, you can sign it if there are no problems.”
Lu Chuan looked at the folder, and then asked, "I didn't agree to the meal. Is the copyright negotiation going smoothly?"
He just gave a price, and the rest was negotiated by the website, and he didn’t care about it anymore in the later stage.
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. I was a newcomer back then, and Yunfeng was also a new editor in the industry.
Now, Lu Chuan is a well-known writer with a wide reputation, and Yunfeng has also taken the position of editor-in-chief.
Lu Chuan then smiled, and the small mole became 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 to this tea. This gift is indeed a bit expensive.
“It’s not that exaggerated.”
Lu Chuan’s expression was gentle:
“My friend’s own tea leaves were only charged at cost price. Returning readers will also be given away in the lottery.”
When it came to this matter, Yunfeng did not refuse any more, 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?”
That's right, 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.
At that time, no new book would receive this kind of popularity, which makes me feel heartbroken just thinking about it.
In the era of big data, when writing a book, one must have the right time, place and people.
Lu Chuan’s smile deepened when he mentioned his own job:
“I have been in good spirits recently and 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 after drinking 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.
It has been less than half a month since the last book was finished, and there are already 100,000 manuscripts for the new book. This was impossible before!
Yunfeng became excited instantly: "What is the theme of the new book?"
While murmuring impatiently:
“Nowadays, major websites are imitating your last book, and there are countless people following suit. It’s a pity that they don’t have your writing power and cannot support such a grand and complete world structure and logical chain.”
Lu Chuan wrapped the flower branches he had packed up with twine 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 threads are buried too deep~www..com~ It requires thinking and is very laborious. The opening chapter is not exciting enough, and the full text is not exciting...according to the current trend of popular online articles The way Golden Three Chapters are written, it’s probably difficult to sign a contract.”
However, because it is rated as "American drama rhythm" by the industry, it is easier to sell film and television rights.
Yunfeng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “You are one of our own, and you are still in Versailles!”
No tonight!
(End of this chapter)