Chapter 27 (2/2)

The bosses who hadn’t personally written anything for several months had actually decided to write an article on Qi Mu themselves?!

This was tantamount to a small earthquake!

Zheng Wei Qiao’s expression was that of joy. The first thing he thought of was to call Qi Mu and tell him this fantastic news. But as soon as he picked up his phone, he remembered that it was already past midnight so Qi Mu might have fallen asleep already. So he only sent a text.

The moment you have good news but can’t share it with others really makes you feel bad!

The more Zheng Wei Qiao thought about it, the more he felt as if there was a fire blocking in his heart. He couldn’t get over it. The more he held back, the more excited he got. Not even a few minutes later, he couldn’t help but send another message to Qi Mu, informing him that 《Friend of Music》 also rejected his manuscript. Three minutes later, it was 《Audio》 with a similar rejection. Then five minutes later, it was. . .

So when Qi Mu woke up the next morning, he turned on his mobile phone to find Zheng Wei Qiao’s 13 consecutive messages. After the first one at 1am, he kept sending one after another until 3 in the morning.

Qi Mu drank hot milk that he had warmed using the microwave while reading Zheng Wei Qiao’s emotional messages. He was so excited he didn’t even use the correct punctuation in them. His eyes lingered on Zheng Wei Qiao’s last message for a long time.

His slender fingers seemed to move on their own and were tapping the glass table, producing a rhythmic beat. After a long time, he finally gave Zheng Wei Qiao a call, preparing a lot of words to comfort the other man.

His delicate eyebrows were slightly knitted, just as the call connected, he let out a low sigh and said: “Zheng-ge, you don’t have to be upset. I know. . .” It’s sad to be rejected.

“Qi Mu, you woke up?! I am so happy!” Qi Mu hadn’t even finished talking, when Zheng Wei Qiao’s unusually excited voice burst through the small phone speaker, “I’m so happy today. I’ll pick you up later. Your sister-in-law is also excited, and she cooked several dishes especially for you. Come and eat.”

“. . .”

Why was he happy being rejected? Shouldn’t he be sad and depressed?

Qi Mu’s eyes turned hard, and he hastened to say, “Zheng-ge, don’t force yourself to appear cheerful. Your manuscript was rejected 12 times in a row. I believe there will be magazines that will accept your manuscript. If there isn’t, I can talk to Tan Lao, and see if there’s any that he’s familiar with. . .”

“Huh? Forcing myself? Xiao Qi, what are you talking about?”

“He’s familiar with some outlets. . .” Qi Mu suddenly stopped and thought of something. He then frowned, a bit puzzled, and asked, “Isn’t it. . . you sent me 13 messages last night telling me you got rejected, weren’t you were sad about it?”

“. . .”

After an extended silence, a burst of laughter carried down the phone. Zheng Wei Qiao’s rare laughter carried in his voice, “Xiao Qi, ah, I forgot to tell you! My topic for the manuscript was on your performance last night. And my manuscript was rejected. . . because all the magazines had a chief editor or another major writer that wanted to personally write about you!”

“. . .?!”

“Xiao Qi, ah, this is really great! Don’t say anything more. Let’s meet and talk, okay. I’ll pick you up now! Haha!”

Listening to the beep and dial tone of his phone, Qi Mu was so shocked that he couldn’t respond. He then walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and couldn’t help but squint his eyes in confusion at the rising sun over the horizon.

The sunshine was so brilliant that it shone through the dense layer of clouds that covered the sky, falling to the earth that was deeply asleep. The golden light fell on the youth’s hair, making it look as though inlaid with gold.

After a while, Qi Mu burst into laughter and murmured helplessly, “It turned out to be such a small matter. I thought Zheng-ge was worried that there would be no rice bowls in the future.”

The view of the twenty-sixth floor was grand, and the young man’s tall, handsome figure reflected on the glass in a blurred shadow. What Qi Mu didn’t know was on that very same glass, there was another reflection of an even taller man’s silent back.

This single, high-end apartment was separated from Qi Mu’s by just a wall. The lower floors had about 200 square meters whereas the upper ones had around 300. The whole room was post-modern styled, dominated by black and white. Like its owner, it seemed silent.

Min Chen stood with his back to the window and lowered his head, seriously lifting a sugar cube to gently drop it into his coffee. When the white cube was gradually stained brown by the coffee, he picked up the cup and took a sip.

“. . .”

Two more cubes were added, only then was Min Chen satisfied with the taste.

Outside, the sun was bright, and the sky was blue. The crisp autumn breeze blew through the clouds above, looking like willow catkins scattering in all directions.

It really was. . . good weather.

——The two neighbors separated by a wall sighed ruefully.