Chapter 140 Good book, good book!
The idea of giving peripheral gifts to "The Little Prince" is not new. In particular, some children's stories have been made into cartoons, which is even more advantageous.
“Dad, I don’t want Little Prince anymore, I want this book of Ma Xiaotiao.” Xiao Hao changed his mind. Although Ma Xiaotiao is not as beautiful as Little Prince, the gift for buying this book is a stationery bag. ah!
For Xiaohao, Xinhua Bookstore is not only a bookstore, but also a stationery store.
But no one responded to Xiaohao. The painter's father started reading from the middle of the novel. It was not clear what happened in the front, but the story of the little prince and the rose was told later, which fascinated him.
["I didn't understand anything at the time! I should have judged her by her actions, not by her words. She made my life sweet and colorful, and I really shouldn't have left her and run away. ..."]
The roses on the little prince's planet didn't know how to express their love, so they were duplicitous and walked away from the little prince in a "hypocritical" manner.
On planet B375, that rose was unique, and the little prince thought so too, until he came to the Rose Manor on Planet Aqua, which contained five thousand roses. The little prince cried because he found that his rose was no longer unique.
He thought of his wife - there are few sweet words in real life, only firewood, rice, oil and salt. His wife's attitude towards life is always "Why spend money on these useless things?"
No matter what Whether it is his wife or himself, they are all just one of the many living beings in this world, they are too common and common.
But "it is precisely because you spend a lot of time on your roses that your roses become so important." The little prince thought of deworming the roses by himself and setting up a screen for the roses, so that rose and the five thousand in the manor Roses are different.
It is precisely because of the efforts he and his wife have made that they are indispensable to this family.
“This book is a fairy tale?” The painter didn’t believe it, and the truth told in it moved him even as an adult.
The painter came to his senses and said to the child, "Buy it, and I will buy you another copy of "The Little Prince"."
"?" Xiao Hao corrected his father, "?" I don’t want the little prince anymore, I want Ma Xiaotiao, and this is a stationery bag!”
"Just buy this one, this one is more suitable for you." said the painter's father.
Xiao Hao was not stupid and understood. "Obviously Dad, you want to read it yourself. Dad, why do you read fairy tale books when you are so old?"
It happened to turn to On the title page, there is a sentence about adults forgetting that they are children, which makes the painter open his mouth to respond, "I forgot something."
The painter is thin-skinned, and he cannot say that he was once a child.
“I forgot some truths that even children understand, so I bought a book and read it.” The painter added, in fact, this sentence already made him blush.
For adults, expressing inner emotions in public can be quite timid.
"Okay, there's really nothing I can do about it. You're the one who makes the decision in our family, so just buy "The Little Prince."" Xiao Hao looked like he really had no choice.
The painter’s father paid the money, and Xiao Hao chose the book cover, a win-win situation!
Why not buy both Ma Xiaotiao and Little Prince? It's expensive. I have already selected "One Hundred Thousand Unsolved Mysteries". If I also buy Ma Xiaotiao, the three books will cost dozens of yuan in total. I will definitely be talked about by my wife again when I go back...
Painters are less representative passers-by, because parents who accompany their children to buy books rarely read them themselves.
But Xiao Hao is a relatively representative child. When he saw the beautiful book cover, plus the high-quality binding and cover of "The Little Prince", he wanted it.
Although the impact is not big yet, the sales volume has begun to rise visibly to the naked eye...
Tian Xiao, the pen-turning king, has a pair of fingers that are much longer than ordinary people hanging on the edge of the door.
"Which class are you in and what are you doing here?" The librarian was sorting the books. He felt that the student in front of him was sneaky and he was not a good person at first glance.
"I just saw you setting things up and wanted to see if I could help." Tian Xiao immediately made an excuse and said proactively, "I'm from Class 10, Grade 1."
"My classmates are really enthusiastic. No need, just a hundred books, and they will be finished soon." Seeing him announcing his family status, the administrator became less wary.
“Are there new books in our library?” Tian Xiao said.
“The Little Prince was written by a student of our school,” the administrator praised. “Tell me, how did you raise this child? He started publishing books while he was still in school.”< br>
"Gu Kaizhi's Gu, Lu You's Lu, Gu Lu! If you look at other people's names, they will be literate." The administrator said. "Gu Lu?!" Tian Xiao howled suddenly, arousing the administrator's curiosity. The former immediately explained, "Gu Lu is from our Class 10. He used to serialize articles in magazines, but he didn't expect that he would publish a book now!"
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"Then you are lucky. Maybe you can brag that you are in the same class as a great writer." The administrator said with a smile.
"Can I borrow this book later?" Tian Xiao said.
The administrator waved his hand and said, "Borrow it, I must lend it to you. Take it back and show it to your classmates."
Finish borrowing Book program, and then, the administrator began to put books on the bookshelf, and stopped chatting with Tianxiao.
“No wonder Brother Zhulu didn’t move at all after the school anniversary. I thought it was the mountain of midterm exams that suppressed Brother Zulu’s creative desire. I never thought of gathering energy to hold back the big move!” Tian Xiao sighed.
However, Tian Xiao did not forget the purpose of his trip. He heard something strange in the cafeteria and came over during the break.
Taking two steps forward, the warehouse that used to have a closed door now has a [Publication Club] sign on the door.
There is also a line of warning slogans on the door -
"Publication Club Activity Center, please do not enter unless necessary, thank you for your cooperation. I'm sorry, this publication club is better than Time Radio Awesome!" Tian Xiao exclaimed.
On Friday afternoon, the ownership of the broadcast room belongs to Time Radio, so it can be regarded as half an activity center.
"But no matter how awesome you are, you can't compare to Brother Zulu. This guy is going to reach the moon!" Tian Xiao ran back to the classroom in a hurry.
Three unsolved mysteries on the No. 8 Middle School campus in 2012 - why Lu Yi quit the club, whether the principal was wearing a wig, and whether the school was built on a cemetery. Now there is one more. Who is the publication club? Who established it? !
Speaking of which, it seems that every school has a campus legend that it used to be a mass grave.
In Class 10, Wei Lilu started to bow to the corner again in the classroom. His classmates had long been accustomed to his abnormal behavior.
Tian Xiao's leg skills are indeed not as good as his hand skills, a bit slow - before he reached the classroom door, he heard Zeng Haer's voice:
"I just flew over the shoulder and then attacked!"
"Look to me, look to me." Tian Xiao entered the classroom, and these eight words attracted the attention of 80% of the class.
Tian Xiao waved "The Little Prince" and looked at Gu Lu, his words seemed to dance with the waving book, "Dang dang dang, I have uncovered a big secret, Gu Lu has published a book!"
“This is Gu Lu’s first book!” Tian Xiao said firmly!
The classroom was relatively quiet at first, and then burst into noise——
"I know that the cultural level of our basketball club is the highest, far more than the literary club."
"What did the little prince write? Show me."
"Fairy tale novels , is it written for children?”
“What are you pretending to be, you are not a child?”
“I am already a high school student, so I don’t care about Children’s Day, you little one. ”
"If I had half of Gu Lu's writing skills, my midterm essay wouldn't be so bad."
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Gu Lu was sitting in his seat, the classroom was cluttered The discussion seems to have no influence on him at all. There is a feeling that if he is strong, he will be strong, but I will not move.
That’s just the surface, but actually Gu Lu said in his heart: Praise, praise, praise, I’ll never get tired of hearing it!
It feels secretly satisfying to be noticed and praised by the whole class no matter how many times I come.
(End of this chapter)