"Still thinking about it."
He shied away a bit, but in fact he was not prepared at all.
"Now that you've got some readership, it's time to try something a little more mature."
Moving the umbrella in her hand to cover Miss Hesha's exposed shoulders in the shadow, Miss Hemier continued: "For example, pure friendship, passionate love, or complicated court stories, plus some slightly mysterious Witches and elves would be even better, girls like these topics. I think, even if Cinderella's story is written as a book, it will be very popular. Publishers will appreciate this kind of story, because it represents With gold pounds."
Jenkins nodded. Stories such as lingering, complicated, disgusting, and white studies are easy to write. After a lot of study, my grammar can barely support it, but my last book is a fairy tale. Is it too much of a turning point now
"I don't know what kind of stories Miss Michel and Miss Hesha like."
He decided to ask his readers.
"We..."
Britney Mikhail looked at her female companion, who blushed slightly, "Pure, a friendship story of girls."
"I see."
Jenkins thought about it, combined with his own abilities, and drew an equation in his mind:
Fairy Tale + Lily + Fantasy + Palace = Frozen
The idea popped up like wild weeds in spring, and the theme was perfectly fine! But now there is still a problem. Poor Jenkin hasn't watched the whole "Frozen".
"Family love and fetters are indeed an excellent story."
He made up his mind, but he had to seriously consider the details when he returned.
"Then we look forward to Mr. Williamette's next book."
The two young ladies boarded their carriage, and Jenkins held the cat in one hand and a cane in the other, and said goodbye to them politely.
"Hathaway, your mood just now was very wrong."
The maids didn't follow, since there were only two people in the carriage, Britney Michel didn't have to hide their intimacy.
She grabbed the white wrist of her female partner, and licked//on the white jade-like fingers.
"It's nothing, Britney. I just thought William was here to create a chance encounter, just like other idiots in the past."
As a gifter, especially an illegal gifter, Miss Hesha's acting skills are naturally top-notch. She withdrew her hand, a worried expression on her face.
"Is that so? You are overthinking, that kitten is indeed his pet, and no one else knows about our itinerary today. So, just now, did you think he came for you or for me?"
The laughing Miss Michel blew softly in the ear of her companion, and Miss Bailing shuddered, a seductive blush appeared on her face.
"Of course it's you, Nini, you are so beautiful, even if you are a goddess, I'm afraid you won't give up."
"Don't say that, it's blasphemy."
Miss Michel stretched out her finger and put it in front of Hesha's soft red lips, "Go to my place today, for the same reason as before, to study your homework."
Miss Hesha grabbed the hem of her clothes, her fiery red hair resting on Britney Michel's shoulders.
Bite your upper lip lightly.
"Um."
Along the way, wild lilies bloom in their final and most beautiful splendor in the last days of late summer.
At noon on the same day, the distant capital Beldyland, Silver Cross Road, Owl Bookstore.
The young Wood and his companions laboriously moved the five cartons of books that had just been shipped today from the back warehouse to the store.
He beat his waist, turned his wrist, and complained in a low voice: "Really, why are new books suddenly delivered to the store? Didn't Mr. Ao Ou say that there are no books worth reading on the market recently?"
"I heard that this is Nolan's best-selling book. Mr. Ao Ou has cooperated with Nolan's Mr. Burrow, so they will try to print the first batch of 100 copies locally for sale."
The same young and energetic companion explained. Both of them are students of the National College. As a believer of the sage, Mr. Ao Ou is willing to provide jobs to help these young people and earn some pocket money in the process of getting to know the society.
"Nolan?"
Young Wood curled his lips.
Although Beldyland is the capital of the kingdom, its economic development is not as good as that of Nolan City, which is located in an important port. This can be seen from the thickness of the smoke and dust surrounding the city. But the capital is the capital, and the people of the capital have reason to despise any "country folks", including Norlanders. This is the common understanding of the residents of Beldyland.
There is a saying in the Kingdom: Beggars who yearn for a better life hide in the sewers of Beldyran.
Of course, this sentence can also be understood as a satire on the expulsion of beggars by the city hall of Beldilan, which is the only city in the kingdom where begging is prohibited.
The two of them worked together to unpack the carton, and the first thing they saw was a girl with a peculiar style of painting. She was wearing a long blue dress, her skin was as white as snowflakes, her lips were as red as blood, and her hair was as black as ebony.
The girl is holding a long skirt in her left hand, bending over slightly, and picking up a green apple on the ground with her right hand, with a childlike innocent smile on her face.
"I'm in love."
Wood was awakened by his companion's voice, and casually waved a hammer to his shoulder.
"Don't be kidding, it's a very unique style of painting, very groundbreaking. Although it doesn't pursue realism like most painters today, it also has a different flavor. Is this the work of a great artist?"
He and his companions put the "Stories of Stranger Stories" on the bookshelves, and marked the prices with paper labels.
After hesitating, there are not many customers in the store now, so Wood took a book and stood aside to read it.
"Fairy tales? This style of painting is indeed suitable. Although the price is a bit expensive, it is worth the price just for the novel illustrations of each story."
Wood did not major in painting, but as the baron's unpopular second son, he still had some level of art appreciation.
Perhaps it was the curiosity of the story depicted by the peculiar style of painting, the young Wood unconsciously leaned on the bookshelf, and opened the first page...
"Sir, sir."
It was not until he was called by the guests around him that Wood woke up from the deep story. He took a few breaths, feeling a little dazed in his consciousness. Looking at the door of the store, the setting sun has already hung in the sky at some point.
"The last time I was so addicted to reading a book was when the first volume of "The Legend of the Detective Knight" was just published?"
Wood adjusted his expression, he still remembered his job:
"Hi, may I help you?"