Striking the last period, Takeshita Kusaoke, who finished writing Mr. Natsume Soseki's novel "Heart" silently, is still habitually checked three times from beginning to end. After checking the accuracy, he felt that he was done, and he stretched out his arms with relief, and made a quite comfortable "ah" sound. I got up and connected to the printer, hunched over, touched the mouse with my right hand, moved the cursor to the print and pressed the OK button, and then I heard the unique sound of the printer starting to work.

Takeshita Mustard, who didn't care about it, unconsciously walked to the coat mirror, and saw that the person in the mirror was sloppy and sloppy, with a full beard, like a primitive savage. First of all, he was startled by himself, raised his right arm, put it in front of his nose and took a deep breath to smell the smell on his sleeve, and almost fainted.

After pinching his fingers, Takeshita grass mustard realized that he had more than half a month? No, more than a month, or two months? It's not right, it should be calculated from the first day when I started my original writing, and I haven't taken a shower for 70 days. No wonder, when Beichuan's mother and daughter eat at the same table with themselves, they always pinch their noses and can't eat? Fortunately, the fortunate thing in the misfortune is that it is spring, and it has not yet fully entered the summer. Otherwise, you can even skip mosquito coils, and while you smoke mosquitoes to death, your body will definitely be full of bed bugs and fleas.

The first reaction was to realize that taking a bath was the top priority, and went out of the room, and hurriedly went down from the second floor to the first floor. He walked directly into the bathroom, closed the glass door, took off his clothes that he felt dirty even when he washed them, and threw them on the ground to a corner.

He flipped the switch, first a stream of cold water, and then a steady stream of adjusted hot water flowed from the sprinkler head above his head to his body. Feeling extremely comfortable, he hummed very comfortably and sang that there was Japanese in the Chinese, and Japanese was mixed with English, and then the English was mixed with Chinese in three Chinese words that even I didn't know.

Takeshita Kusaokei takes a bath on weekdays, including washing his hair, for about 20 minutes. This time, in order to wash himself cleanly, he not only washed his hair five times with shampoo, but also rubbed his body back and forth seven times with a large amount of shower gel with bath flowers.

It took nearly two hours in total to wash himself red. If it weren't for the exhaust fan that kept turning, I'm afraid he would have to faint inside, after all, when he came out of the steaming clouds, he felt like he was reborn and reborn.

I forgot to bring clean clothes from the bedroom to Takeshita Grass Mustard here, so I ran around the house naked. Fortunately, Beichuan's mother and daughter haven't returned home yet, otherwise when they see him like this, they either think they are crazy or have convulsions. Takeshita Kusaoke, who didn't frighten them because of this, changed into clean clothes as soon as he returned to his room. Once again, he walked to the low square table and sorted out the manuscripts that had already been printed.

Now I feel that everything is ready, I only owe Takeshita Kusaokei of the east wind, just wait for Sakai Chie to come to pick up the manuscript and go home and read it slowly, after all, it is my first novel, and I have read about 200,000 words carefully from beginning to end, and it is not a short time of three or five minutes to be completed.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who picked up the mobile phone, found Sakai Chie's private mobile phone number and dialed it directly, and when she heard her mobile phone set ringtone, she frowned, her face was full of discomfort, and a pair of eyes were still staring at the stack of manuscripts of a certain contributor on her left hand.

Sakai Chie took the expensive handbag from the desk as soon as she got it, opened the bag skillfully, took out the mobile phone and put it in front of her eyes to see that the caller ID on the screen was the words "Takeshita Grass Mustard", on the one hand, she connected the phone and put it next to her right ear, and on the other hand, she threw the manuscript in her left hand on the desk, swept away the unhappy expression on her previous face, and smiled: "In the past two months, every time I go to Xiangzi's house to see you, I am nested in your turtle shell room. Avoid it. It's really rare, how did you have the heart to call me today? ”

"My first novel, Heart, is complete. The printout now sits on the desk of my low square desk. If you don't want it, I'll take it to another publisher? Takeshita Kusaoke, who was pacing back and forth in his room, said with a smile on his face.

"You dare. If you dare to give your first novel to the editor-in-charge of another publishing house, I'm not done with you. I will go to you and skin you and cramp you, eat meat and drink blood. As soon as he was excited, he forgot that he was still working in a publishing house, and suddenly stood up and pretended to be a fierce devil and said.

"You are fierce, not gentle and cute at all, I'm afraid no man will dare to marry you in the future." Takeshita Kusaoke, who had already made up his mind to hand over "Heart" to Chie Sakai to take to "Literary Spring and Autumn" for publication, couldn't help but laugh.

Noticing that her colleagues were looking at her Sakai Chie, she deliberately lowered her voice while walking towards the position of editor-in-chief, and said with a sweet smile: "If no one really comes to marry me, then I'll live alone!" As you once said, if I die first, you push me into the incinerator, and if you die first, I will push you in. ”

"Say no more. I'm waiting for you at home. Takeshita Kusaoke, who didn't say anything more, suddenly stopped directly.

Holding the mobile phone in her right hand, Chie Sakai, who was full of energy, walked briskly to the editor-in-chief's desk, smiled like a sunshine, and asked the leader of his superior: "The first novel of Takeshita Kusashi has been written." Do I pick up the manuscript now, or do I come back after work? ”

The editor-in-chief, who didn't even think about it, suddenly stood up and blurted out: "So as not to have too many dreams at night, and to prevent other publishing houses from taking the lead, then hurry up and get his manuscript." You bring the contract with you. If you can, sign with him directly. If you have any objections to the terms, call back directly, and the editor-in-chief and I will turn on the phone for you 24 hours a day. The current Takeshita grass mustard is very red, it is Tang monk meat, and all kinds of demons and monsters want to make up their minds on him. ”