Morning.
Qin, Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao, and Wei.
The entrances of countless bookstores were crowded with people.
Some large bookstores are even more exaggerated.
For example, there was already a long queue of one or two hundred people in front of the Huaxin Bookstore in Qinzhou.
Countless customers blocked the entrance of the bookstore.
The crowd in line was noisy:
“Hey!”
"Don't push!"
"You're taking advantage of me!"
"Those who come later should queue up at the back!"
"Whoever cuts in line again might offend everyone. I've been here since 7 o'clock!"
"Seven o'clock is nothing!"
"I came at six."
"Why are you here so early?"
"I don't really want to come so early. The problem is that if you buy this old thief's book late, it will be out of stock. You have to wait for several days before the new one comes out. This kind of thing has happened before."
"Nima."
“There are too many people!”
"I saw in the publicity that Chu Kuang is not writing children's literature this time. How many of these people look like children?"
"Who cares what type he is!"
"You won't suffer any loss or be fooled if you buy the old thief's book."
beside.
A passerby was so sharp-eared that he couldn't help but stop and ask:
"Chu Kuang's new book has been published?"
"That's right, they are all queuing here."
A girl in the team answered, and then complained:
“It’s even longer than the line at that newly opened bubble tea shop I saw last time.”
Swish.
The passerby's eyes lit up and he quickly ran to the back to queue up. He seemed to be a die-hard fan of Chu Kuang's books.
…
Sudden.
With a loud crash.
The door of the bookstore was opened.
The people in the queue immediately rushed in, as excited as an old lady who came across a sale at the vegetable market.
"Where?"
"Chu Kuang's new book!"
“I found it!”
"Just this one, check out!"
"I want the old thief's new book, too!"
"Give me a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone!"
"I have two!"
"You are really interested in children's literature at your age?"
“I bought it for my child.”
"No matter what book the old thief has, I'll buy it without a second thought."
"The children's literature written by Lao Zei is definitely suitable for children. I will bring a copy for my son."
…
The second floor of the bookstore.
The person in charge was so happy looking at the grand book-buying scene downstairs that he couldn't close his legs.
“Tsk tsk tsk!”
"Look at this, look at this."
"It has to be Chu Kuang."
"This month's sales depend on his copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. All the customers came here today just for him."
“The readers were more enthusiastic than I thought.”
"That's for sure. Chu Kuang was ranked the 13th writer on Blue Star by the judges, so readers are more enthusiastic than before. However, some people just follow the herd mentality. When they see so many people buying, they want to buy as well."
"I don't know what's going on in Zhongzhou."
"The people in Zhongzhou should also buy it."
…
Zhongzhou.
All major bookstores.
After some customers saw the banner promoting Chu Kuang’s new book put up in the bookstore.
"Chu Kuang?"
"The writer who ranks 13th on the Blue Star Writers List?"
"Buy a copy of his new book."
“I haven’t seen this guy yet.”
"This time, we'll see why he ranks so high."
"I'll buy a copy of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone."
"Me too."
"Same as them."
"Magic-themed?"
"It happens to be the type of thing I'm interested in. The ranking of authors is also quite abnormal. Here's one."
"Haha, I came here just for him."
"This Chu Kuang writer ranks so high, his works must be worth looking forward to."
Zhongzhou’s sales are pretty good.
Although there was not as grand an opening as that of Qin, Qi, Chu, Yan, Han, Zhao and Wei, there were still many people who came specifically to buy books.
After all, Chu Kuang’s ranking among Blue Star writers is there.
…
It’s also Zhongzhou.
Outside the detached villa.
A man came home with two books in his hands.
The two children ran out.
It's vacation time now and school hasn't started yet.
The boy is my older brother, and he is fifteen years old.
The girl is my younger sister, she is eleven years old.
"dad!"
"What's that in your hand?"
"oh."
"Dad's new book?"
"Dad hasn't written a new book recently. This is from another writer. Dad bought it especially for you to read."
"Huh?"
"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone?"
My brother saw the title of the book and read it out subconsciously.
The younger sister became happy: "Magic, I love magic the most!"
The man smiled and handed the books to the two children: "If you like them, take one copy each and read it."
“Thank you, Dad!”
The two children were very sensible. They thanked me in unison, then took the books and went back to their room.
In the bedroom.
The wife came out and saw the books in the two children's hands: "Did you buy Chu Kuang's new book for the children?"
Man: “Yeah.”
The wife teased: "Be careful that this opponent's ranking will surpass yours."
The man laughed. "It's not easy to surpass me with just one book. Besides, this isn't even a book. It's just the beginning of a series."
Ye Cong.
People from Central China.
The twelfth-ranked writer on Blue Star is proficient in many genres, and is best at science fiction.
Yes,
On the Blue Star Writers Power List, Ye Cong is just one place higher than Chu Kuang.
This is also the reason why his wife joked that Ye Cong should be careful about being surpassed by Chu Kuang.
"You're pretty nervous about him."
"This person really gave me a sense of urgency. My new book must be published as soon as possible. If I delay any longer, it will be embarrassing if he really surpasses me in a few months. After all, this person is quite good. I have read his science fiction, which is very unique. Not to mention that he is writing children's literature, which is his specialty."
"So you let the child take a look first?"
"When it comes to children's literature, my kids have a more accurate eye than I do. Because of their family background, they've read all kinds of books since they were young, and their taste in children's literature is even more discerning than mine."
"Then ask them what they think at noon."
The wife smiled and spoke.
…
that's all.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Four hours later.
Ye Cong's wife prepared lunch and called out to Ye Cong, who was watching the game on the sofa:
"Eat kids out for dinner."
"Children, come out to eat!"
Ye Cong was too lazy to move and just shouted casually.
No one answered.
The wife rolled her eyes and said, "Forget about being lazy. Go inside and shout."
"knew."
Ye Cong reluctantly stood up and pushed open his son's room:
“It’s time to eat!”
"I'm not hungry, Mom and Dad, please eat first."
The fifteen-year-old son sat on the bed, his eyes fixed on his hands, without raising his head.
Ye Cong was stunned.
The son was a little impatient when he saw Ye Cong hadn't left, but his eyes never left the book:
"Don't worry about me, you guys eat first."
Ye Cong came to his senses, turned around and knocked on his daughter's room.
My daughter's door was ajar.
The door opened as soon as Ye Cong knocked.
In the pink room.
I saw my eleven-year-old baby daughter lying on the bed leaning against the pillow.
I held the copy of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" I bought in my hands and read it intently.
That's right.
Selflessness.
The daughter didn't even realize her father was standing at the door, as if she didn't hear any of the noise.
Just at this moment.
The wife, who was already sitting at the table in the restaurant, suddenly held up her phone and exclaimed inexplicably:
"He's so hot!"
Ye Cong's heart skipped a beat.