NABC Chapter 11 No one in the world loves him
Chapter 11 No one in the world loves him
Xinrui Media wanted to finalize this matter as soon as possible, and urged Editor Jiang to come and make an appointment with Teacher Huaichuan, so that we could discuss the specific remuneration and the requirements that Teacher Huaichuan had put forward.
Editor Jiang quickly conveyed their meaning to Nan Youxing, but he was not interested in it.
"Except for my few requirements that cannot be changed, you can decide on the rest, Editor Jiang."
"...Ah? Does it include sharing?" Editor Jiang was a little shocked: "But, in terms of specific remuneration, don't you, Mr. Huaichuan, participate?"
"Well, you can figure it out."
This involves specific money!Does Teacher Huai Chuan actually treat money like dung like this? !
Editor Jiang has seen too many authors who turned against publishers and third parties because of their remuneration. However, after working with Mr. Huaichuan, Editor Jiang found that Mr. Huaichuan didn't seem to care much about money.
Once before, Editor Jiang worked so hard to negotiate a high wireless price for Teacher Huai Chuan's "Lonely Island", and excitedly ran to call Nan Youxing to show off: "Mr. Huai Chuan! I am Jiang Yuheng, I would like to ask you Has your bank card received the payment!"
"Huh? I didn't pay attention." The voice on the other end of the phone was very calm and indifferent.
Editor Jiang was suddenly surprised and increased his volume: "Ah? Mr. Huaichuan, you sold the unlimited copyright of "Lonely Island", and I told you about 2000 million in the contract! Didn't you receive the money?!"
That's not a small fortune!After deducting a series of handling fees such as share and royalties from the publishing house, you can get almost 1000 million!
"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't check." Huai Chuan was still calm when he heard Editor Jiang's tone so excited.
Editor Jiang realized belatedly that Teacher Huaichuan's tone on the other side of the phone was very cold.
Teacher Huai Chuan has always been very gentle. This kind of indifference does not come from his character itself, but because of his indifference to this topic.
At that time, Editor Jiang discovered that Teacher Huai Chuan really didn't care about money.
But now the hit IP "Galloping in the Cloud" is about to be adapted into a film and television drama!
For a book like "Galloping in the Clouds", you can completely ask Xinrui Media not to buy it out, and share it with the author according to the film and television profits!
If the book explodes, the money might reach hundreds of millions!
With such a large amount of money, how could Teacher Huaichuan be so indifferent.
Editor Jiang has taken over quite a few authors so far, and some of them don't care much about money, but none of them are as calm as Huai Chuan, and treat money like dung.
It seems that it is not a profit of hundreds of millions, but just a pile of paper.
Thinking about Mr. Huaichuan's previous requirements, he should care more about the quality of the IP than the price.
As for the things that he is not interested in, he seems to not even meet and discuss.
As a fan, Editor Jiang was once again moved to tears by Huai Chuan's emphasis on "Galloping in the Clouds".
Nan Youxing closed the chat dialog with Editor Jiang.
Ever since he wrote the novel, he almost never went out without going out.
Not only because Pei Shixiao's villa is located in a remote place, it is very troublesome to go out, and the journey time is extremely long, but also because he does not have any desire to buy or consume.
Probably because of his boredom at home, Xu Chenchen was the only one who was afraid that he would die in Pei Shixiao's villa, and often rushed directly to Pei Shixiao's side, forcing people out of the house, which made Nan Youxing still have the sun when.
It was the end of the new year, and Pei Shixiao's work became even busier. If it weren't for Aunt Xu's nagging from time to time, Nan Youxing would have forgotten that Pei Shixiao hadn't returned to the villa for a while.
"By the way, Mr. Nan, next week is New Year's Eve, and I will go back to my hometown this weekend. I have purchased a lot of meat and vegetables in the past few days. Before I leave, I will make some dishes and put them in the refrigerator. I will put the dumplings and processed ingredients in the freezer...By the way, Mr. Nan, won't you go home for the New Year this year?"
Last year, Pei Shixiao went back to Pei's old house for the New Year. Aunt Xu didn't leave the villa until New Year's Eve because her child was in the third year of senior high school in the urban area and her time was tight and the winter vacation was very short.
Seeing that Nan Youxing did not leave, and when she learned that Nan Youxing would not go back for the New Year, Aunt Xu warmly invited him to her home for the New Year, but Nan Youxing politely refused.
Thinking of the embarrassing scene last year, Nan Youxing smiled and shook his head: "No, I will go back this year."
"That's good." Aunt Xu only thought that he might have quarreled with his family, and she couldn't help rambling: "After all, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as my dog's nest. How can the family have overnight feuds?"
Nan Youxing smiled, but said nothing.
Aunt Xu naturally didn't know that her family wasn't the only one with her.
Some family members will have overnight feuds.
Besides, not all the places where everyone grew up can call it home.
After sending off Aunt Xu, Nan Youxing dressed up after a long absence.
There was a set of pure black suits hanging in the corner of his closet, which were not given by Pei Shixiao, but brought with him when he came to the villa.
This suit looked like it was old, but it was very well preserved, as brand new as if it was just bought, it was ironed neatly and straight, and it was covered with a dust bag, without any dust or wrinkles.
Nan Youxing gently stroked the suit through the dust bag, his fingers trembling unconsciously.
As soon as his fingertips touched the cover of the dust bag, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. He withdrew his hand that was touching the suit, and clenched his palm tightly.
Nan Youxing quickly went out after changing clothes, Xu Chenchen's car was already waiting there.Nan Youxing was a little embarrassed to trouble others to deliver it and make people wait in advance.
"Sorry, I have to trouble you to pick me up. The main reason is that the clothes are not very convenient for riding an electric car."
"Baby, it's a little strange for you to say this."
Xu Chenchen held the steering wheel with his right hand and lowered the window with his left. As Nan Youxing approached, his eyes lit up.
"Oh, you're dressed so stunningly! If it weren't for our overlapping attributes, maybe we can make do with each other."
Knowing that Xu Chenchen didn't lock the door, she liked to say hello, Nan Youxing smiled and said nothing, opened the back door and sat in.
Xu Chenchen quickly sent her to the Municipal Women's Prison.He parked the car in the parking lot, looked at the prison gate in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Speaking of...that's where we met, right?"
Xu Chenchen still remembered the afternoon when he and Nan Youxing met.
At that time, he had just finished seeing his sister, and when he came out of the prison gate, he saw a person standing at the gate.
Taking a closer look, Xu Chenchen's eyes lit up.
——What a beautiful boy!
That person was very good-looking, and he had an air of independence from the rest of the world.
It's just that he was too pale and slender, standing in the wind and rain, as if he was about to fall down in a second.
Coincidentally, it rained moderately outside the prison that day, and both of them stood at the gate of the prison and waited for the rain to stop.I thought that the rain would stop soon, but I didn't expect that it was still raining for a while, and neither of them left.
Xu Chenchen was addicted to cigarettes, and he didn't know which muscle was wrong, but he started talking to the handsome boy next to him.
"Is there any smoke?"
The other party glanced at him and said nothing, but slowly took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to him.
Seeing that his fingers were well-knit, white, slender, and clean, Xu Chenchen felt a good feeling in his heart.
"Oh, I like this brand the most too."
Xu Chenchen took the cigarette, took out the lighter, and signaled that he would also light a cigarette for the boy.
The boy raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, but he didn't refuse.
Holding the cigarette holder between his fingers, he lowered his head to Xu Chenchen's lighter and lit one.
The cigarettes of the two were lit together on a lighter, and the smoke curled up. After the two smoked out at the same time, Xu Chenchen felt that the distance between the two had been shortened a lot.
Once the cigarettes are lit, the next step is conversation.
Xu Chenchen was the first to open the conversation: "Well... my sister is a prison guard here, and I came to see her. And you... are you here to visit someone?"
The handsome boy spoke in a calm, gentle manner: "My mother."
When he said this, his expression was blank with indifference.
His pitch-black pupils reflected the slender raindrops falling outside the iron gate, permeated in layers of mist, dazed and cold.
Xu Chenchen looked at him and was stunned unknowingly.
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After sending Nan Youxing off the car, seeing that he was about to enter the visiting room, Xu Chenchen grabbed his hand suddenly: "Otherwise... shall I go with you?"
Nan Youxing shook his head: "It's okay, Chenchen, I can go by myself."
"Then... I'll go find my sister."
Xu Chenchen knew that what Nan Youxing said meant that he wanted to visit alone, so he said goodbye tactfully.
It's just that he heard from his sister that Nan Youxing's mother speaks too viciously.
He was a little worried about Nan Youxing.
Visitation room.
Nan Youxing looked at her mother who was so thin that she was almost out of shape, but her heart was not touched at all.
She was also a bright and charming beauty, but now her withered hands, dry and yellow hair, and wrinkled skin because she was no longer well maintained, all of them showed that she did not live well in prison.
When she saw him, the poor woman ran over quickly, clutching the phone tightly in her hand, and trembling all over her body.
"Xiaoxing, can you take your mother out? This is simply not a place for people to stay! Xiaoxing, tell the police that you killed your father, okay?"
Under her almost withered appearance, there was only a pair of eyes just like his, the pupils were as dark as lacquer, vaguely still had the appearance of a beauty back then.
As she spoke, a line of tears slowly flowed from her eyes, making her look more and more pitiful.
It's something she says almost every year.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, I brought you dumplings." Nan Youxing didn't answer her.
The prison guard on the side stepped forward and handed his mother a transparent heat preservation box.
There were twelve dumplings in the insulated box. When the prison guard lifted the lid, the dumplings were still steaming.
Seeing Nan Youxing's unshakable look, his mother suddenly had a seizure and threw the dumplings on the table to the ground, her tone of begging and gentleness just now changed suddenly.
"Nan Youxing, you bastard! You are just like your father, you are trash! Scum! Useless thing!! You were born by me and belong to me! You should listen to me! You were the one who killed me back then Your father! You shameless bastard, you actually put the blame on your mother and sent your mother to prison with your own hands!..."
The woman kept cursing obscenities, but Nan Youxing just lowered her eyes, looking at the box of dumplings rolling down on the ground.
It was wrapped by himself yesterday, and it was cooked and packed this morning.
The beautifully shaped dumplings rolled several times on the ground, and soon broke through the dumpling skin, stained with dust, and became dirty.
It's like they don't have much mother-child love left.
Seeing that cursing didn't work, the woman quickly changed her face again and begged in a low voice.
"Xiaoxing, didn't you say you wanted to protect your mother? When your father beat me, didn't you still say that you wanted to protect your mother for the rest of your life? Didn't you beg your mother not to leave and say you would do anything? Mom now It hurts so much, people don't treat people in prison at all...Xiao Xing, save mom, save mom..."
Seeing the woman's emotional instability, the prison guards had stepped forward to grab her from the moment she cursed Nan Youxing crazily, and forcefully pulled her out of the visiting room, so her begging gradually became hoarse.
Until the woman is pulled out of the visiting room.
Nan Youxing blinked slowly, and whispered to the empty microphone opposite.
"I don't want to change you."
His voice quickly dissipated in the empty viewing room, and no one was listening.
Back then, his mother found a good friend outside and wanted to leave Nan Youxing and elope with someone.
But just when his mother was about to take all the money from the family and leave, she was caught by the father who came home suddenly.
It's just that the father drank too much alcohol and was killed by his mother by accident during the domestic violence.
"Xiaoxing, you...you are still a minor, can you help your mother, just say...just say that you killed your father, okay?! You are a minor, you can only go to juvenile detention center, It'll be fine. Xiao Xing, okay?"
The delicate mother shed tears helplessly, and stuffed the bloody knife into Nan Youxing's hand, holding his hand and begging.
Nan Youxing held the knife expressionlessly, and was thrown in the house by his mother together with his father's body, watching her mother walk farther and farther in the rainstorm holding an umbrella.
A thunder flashed across the dark and thick sky, casting a misty shadow on her blurry back, and gradually disappeared on the road ahead.
It's just that he lacks the most basic legal knowledge, and the police can easily find fingerprints from the handle of the knife and the corpse.
The police judged from the position where his father was stabbed with the knife and the depth of the knife wound that Nan Youxing was not the one who killed him.
Until his mother was taken back to prison, she still thought that it was Nan Youxing and the police who reported on her.
For Nan Youxing at that time, it didn't matter if he went to jail instead of his mother.
Because then it was the same as it is now.
He was all alone anyway.
At that time, no one in the world loved him, but now, no one in the world loves him anymore.
The author has something to say:
At that time, no one loved him, so he decided to love himself.
And now, he lost the only one who loved him.