Chapter 167: The

Imperial Capital.

Wanhe Garden.

The temperature gradually rose, and some heat-intolerant grass flowers on the balcony gradually showed signs of wilting.

Lu Chuan got up early in the morning and moved them one by one to the shade against the wall, hoping to maintain their lifespan for a longer time.

Among them was a pot of strawflowers, which was his favorite.

Because since it was transplanted last September, its flowers had never withered. Tender green leaves, white waxy petals, yellow flower hearts...

They would shyly close when watered, and if the flowers were picked, they wouldn't change for a year or a half without any treatment.

But at this moment, with the temperature occasionally jumping to twenty-five degrees, its state was already very bad.

When editor Yun Feng came, he was holding flower shears and pruning all the flower branches into a small bamboo woven rattan basket, and then put the rattan basket on the coffee table aside.

Yun Feng sat there, looking at these flowers that were still fresh, and couldn't help but look at him with some worry:

"Don't you love your flowers and plants the most? Why did you cut them all at once?"

The whole flower pot was cut bald.

Lu Chuan said lightly: "Grass flowers are not heat-resistant."

Then he asked him: "Drink tea or honey water?"

This question is strange!

Yun Feng laughed: "I'm a big man, I don't need to sober up, what honey water do I drink? Tea, tea is fine."

Lu Chuan said "um," and opened the refrigerator at this moment.

But for some reason, Yun Feng always felt that he didn't look very happy.

But thinking about it: it shouldn't be!

When chatting two days ago, he felt quite stable, why was he suddenly unhappy?

Just pondering, the sound of water flowed.

He sniffed: "This tea smells so fragrant!"

Lu Chuan was pouring him tea, and said "um" when he heard it: "Someone gave it to me."

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

Because he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, the inside of his wrists showed a cold white color, and the blue blood vessels could be vaguely seen inside.

Just from this angle, he looked flawless, even handsome, and his scholarly air was especially outstanding.

But...

When he carried the teacup and walked to the sofa, the faint scars lingering on his temples and cheekbones extended along his ears to his neck, and the whole person seemed like white jade with flaws, making people feel even more heartbroken.

Thinking of this, Yun Feng also sighed secretly.

Lu Chuan never entertained guests at home before. When they met, it was either at a nearby restaurant or a street food stall.

But ever since he was in a semi-disfigured state, he probably hadn't left the community at all, right?

He was still in the recovery period, and even eating out was very troublesome. Therefore, when Yun Feng wanted to meet and chat, Lu Chuan gave his home address for the first time.

Looking at this house again at this moment—

Clean, simple. Except for the flowers and plants that could be seen everywhere, everything was in order, making people feel relaxed.

It's just... as a single man's home, it's too clean, isn't it?

The teacup was placed in front of him, and the faint fragrance rushed to his face, making him instantly forget the messy thoughts in his mind, and just deeply intoxicated:

"So fragrant!"

Lu Chuan also sat down, slowly smoothing the leaves of the pile of flower branches at this moment, one by one, piece by piece, very meticulously.

For a time, no one in the room spoke, until Yun Feng reacted after drinking half the tea.

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

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

He just gave a price, and left the rest to the website to negotiate, and didn't care about it later.

Yun Feng snorted: "You didn't agree to eat, the quotation couldn't go up no matter what. But what was given was quite fair, don't eat if you don't want to. You're a golden single dog, it's not appropriate to eat with others casually."

The words were light, but he must have lost a lot of hair.

He had been writing for ten years, and Yun Feng had always been his editor. When he was a newcomer, Yun Feng was also a small editor who had just entered the industry.

Now, Lu Chuan is a well-known writer with a good reputation, and Yun Feng has also reached the position of editor-in-chief.

Lu Chuan smiled, and the small mole with his eyebrows stretched also looked more sincere: "Hard work. I'll send you a jin of tea later, and bring two bottles of honey for your family."

Yun Feng instantly remembered what he just asked about drinking tea or honey water: "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 partners to drink tea that cost tens of thousands per jin. Compared with this tea, it was still inferior. This gift was truly a bit expensive.

"Not that exaggerated."

Lu Chuan's expression was soft:

"Tea from a friend's own home, only cost price was collected. It will also be sent to readers for lucky draws later."

Having said that, Yun Feng didn't decline anymore, but asked again:

"Then your last book ended half a month ago, what about the new book, any arrangements?"

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 publicity process can start again.

By then, if there is no new book to receive this part of the heat, just thinking about it makes me feel very heartbroken.

In the era of big data, writing books also needs to catch the right time, place, and people.

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

"I've been in good spirits recently, and I've written a part at home. You choose a time, and I can publish it at any time."

This tea is refreshing and clear-minded after drinking, but drinking tea at night basically makes it impossible to sleep at night.

He often forgets this, leading to sleepless nights, so he has to climb up and code words desperately.

Now that the last book ended less than half a month ago, the new book already has 100,000 words in stock. This was impossible in the past!

Yun Feng was instantly excited: "What is the theme of the new book?"

On one hand, he couldn't wait to nag:

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

Lu Chuan wrapped the tidied flower branches with ties, and answered carelessly:

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

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

"Every world of mine is linked, there are too many foreshadowings, the lines are buried too deep, reading books requires brain power, it's very laborious. The opening is not hot enough, and the whole text has no cool points... According to the current popular web novel golden three-chapter writing method, I guess it's hard to sign a contract."

However, because it is rated as "American drama rhythm" by the industry, the film and television copyright is sold a bit simpler.

Yun Feng couldn't laugh or cry: "One of our own, you're still Versailles!" ===== CHAPTER 168 =====