Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

Kyogokuhiko squinted and stared at the stupid minister who questioned the king's durability (mistake), swallowed the dumpling with his neck up, and said with a sneer: "I am a writer who can sell platinum sales, why do you think I have to give up such a thing?" Kangzhuang Avenue?"

Because in the eyes of my grandfather and a group of old men, your debut work is rebellious and depraved, and you were scolded so bloody every minute that you almost ran to slap the table with you on crutches and yell at you why? !Mimura Taku also thought so in his heart, but he said: "Didn't your first book (under the intervention of all parties) fail to be published...so..."

"Ah, that..." Kyogokuhiko shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It was written casually to fool people. I changed the name of the original manuscript and published it." He is not unaware of the heavy hopes placed on him, It's a pity that I never planned to walk the arranged path in the name of Kyogoku's grandson, and wrote Rao Shizi's pure literary novels like moaning without illness, and was buried under the shadow of the old man for the rest of my life.

For things like youth romance novels, Kyogoku’s name on top of such a writer is harmful to sales, and his editor is not a fool. Instead of using this to hype, he will try his best to cover it up for him, blurring his gender and pretending Mystery is the point of propaganda.

"Then your pen name is...?" Mimura Takuya combined factors such as gender ambiguity and Kyogokuhiko's personality, and a name that made him shudder slowly emerged in his head.

"Back to red." Kyogokuhiko replied, "It's really a very suitable color for love, isn't it?"

The redness is darker than the cherry blossom color, and lighter than that of a dyeing dye. The value is red 248, blue 205, green 195. The subtle color, when you see it, you will think of the withered flowers in the late spring, full of sad charm that makes you feel happy .

Mimura Taku also twitched the corners of his mouth, and he said that like Tuihong, who sprinkled blood all over the sky, he frequently opened up mocking map guns, but his writing was so sharp that it was impossible for people to refute, and he was good at torturing the male and female protagonists to death. Love will definitely make people cry No matter how you look at it, the person with a sad face that ended in tragedy should not be too similar to the young master, especially when he narrates from the perspective of God, the tone is almost familiar. In fact... it is really a person.

That's right, Takumi Mimura has also read the popular novels, and more than one, so for the so-called healing series, it is actually a depressing series. After reading it for a whole week, I was immersed in the half-dead atmosphere and couldn't get over it. I couldn't help but buy the second book, which was an impressive experience.

"I will keep it a secret from grandpa." Mimura Takuya said, if grandpa knew that the young master was still writing such sad things about the love of men and women, the housekeeper probably wouldn't be able to stop him.

Hearing this, Kyogokuhiko narrowed his eyes with a smile, and took out a thick stack of manuscript paper from the bedside table, "When you went back, you happened to help me hand in this month's manuscript, and it was on the address and editor. It must be done before six o'clock tonight. delivered."

He is more used to writing things with pen and paper instead of a computer. It is better to hand over electronic manuscripts to the editor. If he is only responsible for himself as a writer and does not find him something to do, it is not equivalent to raising an idler for nothing. He also found a perfect solution to the troublesome problem of not being able to submit manuscripts by email.

——Takuya Mimura's school is less than 10 minutes away from the publishing house by car, what a good candidate for submission.

An errand runner raised his hand to look at the hour hand that was about to go up five, quickly stuffed the manuscript carefully into his schoolbag, and turned his head to go out.

When the young master couldn't even walk, he learned to push him to run errands with his chin raised in a childlike voice. It has become a conditioned reflex for so many years.

"By the way." Kyogokuhiko said suddenly, "Give me the address of that classmate of yours." He smiled and met Mimura Takuya's horrified eyes, "If you can't persuade him, I don't mind visiting him personally. "

In fact, at the beginning, I was just too lazy to find a cook, and Yamada Taro just happened to catch up, so I didn't particularly care whether he would come or not. Of course, the young master is confident that the conditions he offered are absolutely tempting, but Mimura Takuya's attitude successfully aroused The dispensable Yamada Taro instantly became his aspiration to win.

He wouldn't mind adding more than ten times his salary to catch people here.

The actual ruler of the Kyogoku chaebol, who has inherited a large amount of royalties from the Kyogoku family's literary masters and seniors, is thinking casually.

Although the person in power had just dismissed almost all the servants in the mansion, so much so that even dinner was ordered as takeaway.

Hmm... the takeaway delivered by the president of the Jinguji family himself.

Who made the young master particularly obsessed with the spring limited editions of two-color lobster balls and lemon anchovy shrimp recently launched by the hotels under Jinguji, and unfortunately gave him an exorbitant background so that he can easily make friends with the biggest hotel he likes The boss and a phone call can make him drive all the way to deliver a dinner to him.

Also accompanied by eating and chatting with various gossip.

So Jing Jiyan finally knew the reason why he didn't see the shadow of Ximen Zong Erlang today. After hearing that he was injured, Mr. Ximen whipped his own grandson with a cane in a rage, and he still hasn't gotten up from the bed. .

"I heard that their red note game has also been stopped." Jinguji Seiichiro skillfully removed the puff pastry outside the lobster balls that the young master didn't like to eat with a knife and fork, and made each of them brightly colored with vegetable juice. Roll out the filling and put it on a plate for Kyogokuhiko to enjoy.

"It's still too naive to post red notes at school." The 14-year-old young master Kyogokuhiko commented, with a graceful and malicious smile. "Compared to posting red notes in society, it's more interesting. .”

"challenge."

"There are still benefits."

The two who once worked together to subvert the rules of the entire industry with the powerful capital in their hands smiled at each other and touched mugs filled with milk. The gesture was as elegant as holding a crystal glass of old red wine.

"That's right." Kyogokuhiko took a sip of the milk in his glass, and said suddenly, "I heard that Jinguji Ren formed something... the group has debuted."

"That's right, the popularity seems to be pretty good." Seiichiro Jinguji laughed, looking very proud of his younger brother.

Kyogokuhiko looked up at Jinguji Seiichiro mockingly, "I saw it on TV a few days ago. It looks like you have excess hormones, and you are more angry than you were before." He propped his chin with one hand, Hold the end of a fork in one hand and poke the meal bag. The meal bag that has been modified to match the taste of the young master is extremely crispy and soft. A row of small holes is formed when you poke it. Hot air gushes out from the small holes with a thick milky aroma.

Jinguji Seiichiro said: "Facts have proved that I did the right thing." The matter of sending his brother to Saotome Academy was ridiculed by Kyogokuhiko in various ways. .

"It's a waste of time to save the kind of people who are willing to degenerate, and I still think so." Kyogokuhiko squinted at him, with a three-pointed sarcasm at the end of the raised eyes, "But your family, Still barely conscious."

"But Lian is a lot smarter this time, and she took the children of the Shengchuan family to go together, so that they can take care of each other." Jinguji Seiichiro said, putting the last piece of anchovy shrimp on Kyogokuhiko's plate .

"Young spirit." Kyogokuhiko smiled, with a different kind of interest on his face, "How about going to see it together someday?" Seikawa Shinto, the kid who would be nervous about his father and couldn't eat, It's hard to imagine what he's going to do on stage.

Jinguji Seiichiro said: "They will be very happy if you go." Until now, he still deeply remembers the scene of a small bean in his family followed by two pissing bean dings.

Young Master Jingongji, who would think so, obviously forgot that he was also a large... Potato running after Xiaodouding.

That's right, potatoes. Kyogokuhiko nodded seriously in his heart. Although it has no taste in itself and is not conspicuous against the backdrop of other ingredients, it is undoubtedly a very high-quality reserve food when you are hungry.

"But why did you remember to ask about Ren?" Seiichiro Jinguji asked him. Since his father died, Ren has completely fallen out of favor in front of the young master. waste time.

"Takada Raleigh fell in love with a novel written by his mother and wanted to remake it." Kyogokuhiko replied, "The male second recommended one called..." The young master raised his head and thought for three seconds, "The newcomer who came to Qixiang, out of I did a little research on who is responsible for my mother’s work.” It was definitely a surprise to find that there are two familiar people in this newly debuted idol group.

"Is it Aunt Masako's work..." Jinguji Seiichiro paused, "I heard Ren said that it is the book "Snow White Snow", right?"

Masako Kyogoku, the only daughter of the great writer Kyogoku Yu, was also a well-known writer, but unfortunately she died of dystocia before she was 40 years old.

"It doesn't matter what the old man's work is, but the mother's work must never be tarnished." Kyogokuhiko respects his cheap mother with this body now.

His new life, the life of this body was earned by Masako Kyogoku with her life. Even though she knew that the child in her stomach was a dead baby without a soul from the beginning, and could live for a few hours at most, she still did not hesitate. Choose to have him born into this world.

This is the most respectable love in the world.

It is also the cause and effect of Kyogokuhiko's constant chopping.

Jinguji Seiichiro also had some guesses about the young master's family, so he smiled and took the meal bag that was smashed into pieces from Kyogokuhiko's plate and replaced it with a new one, and naturally changed the subject: "What do you mean?" When will Ximen Sojiro bring someone to apologize to you?"

"After he can get up from the bed." Jing Jiyan inserted the meal bag and soaked it in the milk. Although he was a bit childish, he believed that he had the full right to choose the way he ate. "He knows my temper."

If you dare not come, just wait for the young master's red note to be pasted on your forehead.