Chapter 192 A Bouquet for Algernon
“Isn’t it because our class is carrying out volunteer activities this semester? Our class was rated as [Advanced Class Collective in Fog City].” Xiao Yang said, “The head teacher It is said that the first place in our class was almost snatched away by Class 10 of the 8th Middle School because there was Gu Lu in Class 10. ”
That’s amazing. Father Xiao nodded in agreement, using his personal prestige to almost win the honor for the class.
This belongs to the category. Being beautiful alone is meaningless. A truly awesome character makes the people around him awesome too.
"Then you don't know that Gu Lu is so good." Xiao's father said.
These words made Gu Jiayu stuck, because it was Gu's mother who always said, "It would be great if your brother was as good as Yangyang." Now things have changed!
Gu Jiayu looked at Xiao Yang again. Xiao Yang muttered in a low voice, "Our teacher said that a genius like Gu Lu only appeared in the country in more than ten years."
Looking at Gu's mother again, Gu's mother lowered her head to eat, and Gu Jiayu couldn't see his expression.
There is a magical thing about Sichuan and Chongqing dialects. In daily life, derogatory words are often used in praise, such as "the devil is not on the stage" and "the heavenly stick". The former means "rampant" and the latter means "you are brave enough to do things without thinking." "Consequences", but if it is to praise someone, the meaning will change. Just ask the people in Sichuan and Chongqing around you to know, so I won't go into details.
“Publishing a book at the age of fifteen was something that was not possible more than ten years ago.” Father Xiao said.
"Our class teacher said that the last one was Haizi." Xiao Yang said, "Haizi was admitted to Peking University at the age of fifteen, and then started writing poetry at the age of seventeen. He became famous in the poetry world at the age of twenty."
Fifteen. At the age of 18, Peking University, Xiao's father nodded, Haizi should be more powerful.
Gu Jiayu's appetite improved as she listened to the two people praising her brother. She usually managed to finish the sandwich on her plate, but today she still wanted to finish it.
This case proves that mood greatly affects appetite.
On the other side, in Gu Lu's doghouse - it's really a doghouse. The clothes in the closet are spread all over the bed. He is currently packing a change of clothes
Gu Luhui originally thought that the air ticket in 2012 would be very expensive, but in fact it was similar to his time travel. It cost more than a thousand yuan to travel from the foggy city to the capital.
Wait a minute, that’s not right. In ten years’ time, prices will rise and money will not be so valuable. It will indeed be more expensive this way.
Gu Lu could afford the money, but it was expensive for high school student Tian Xiao, so he chose to take the train, and the two of them had different modes of transportation.
Gu Lu first arrived in the capital for two days, and President Jian came to pick him up at the airport.
The two met during the offline finals of the Ye Shengtao Cup in Chengdu, so Gu Lu recognized President Jian at a glance.
"We haven't seen each other for more than half a year, and the changes have been quite big." President Jian sighed, "How many days are you going to stay in Sijiu City?"
"It's expected to be about three or four days." Gu Lu responded.
Three or four days is a bit too little. President Jian estimated, “It would take about a week to visit all the 49 cities.”
“I mainly want to see the flag raising "The ceremony, and the Mao Zedong Memorial Hall." Gu Lu said, "Other places are fine."
"I will make good arrangements for you. The memorial hall needs to be booked on the official website." President Jian led the way. , he booked a hotel for Gu Lu in advance.
"Uncle Jian, how much is the rent?" Gu Lu asked.
“You call me Uncle Jian, how about you pay for the room fee?” President Jian continued, “I know you are a kid who pays attention to repaying kindness, but for me, The best reward is to write two more best-selling books.”
Gu Lu had always called President Jian before, but the other party introduced him to the Writers Association and came to pick him up and arrange his accommodation. I still have to call him uncle.
"I am currently writing a science fiction novel," Gu Lu said. "It will be published in "Science Fiction World". Maybe the next novel will be science fiction."
This is true, "Bingguo" is a good one. No noodles either. Both seemed to have automatically ignored the new work. "Oh?" Although President Jian is well-informed, he doesn't know everything. In addition, as the head of a club, he is usually very busy.
"I'm looking forward to it." President Jian changed the topic, "Xiao Gu, your current age is the time to be cheerful and cheerful. You don't need to be so tense, it will be very tiring."
"Actually, it's fine as long as you get used to it, and you won't feel tired at all."
"For this child, getting used to it means that his perception of tiredness has decreased, not that he is not tired."
Two The people chatted and arrived at the hotel soon.
Tired from the long journey, President Jian asked Gu Lu to settle in the hotel first and find a special restaurant for dinner.
Throwing his backpack on the sofa, Gu Lu rolled around on the bed like a wheel, feeling very tired.
"When will I be rich enough to fly first class?" Gu Lu asked in his soul.
It’s not that he can’t afford to sit down for more than three thousand, but Gu Lu can’t bear to part with it. Maybe he will be willing to let go when Gu Lu’s assets exceed one million, right?
[Look at my fingers changing seventy-two times: I’m on the train, everything is safe. ]
Gu Lu added Tian Xiao's QQ for the first time and felt that this nickname suited him very well. He really regarded pen-turning as a hobby.
Tian Xiao also sent photos of train congestion, and Gu Lu replied that he received them. It seems that in two years there will be a high-speed rail in Beijing, but now the pen-turning king will accept the test of the green train, sixty hours!
At about seven o'clock, President Jian took Gu Lu to eat Beijing roast duck and came to a shop called Beiping Restaurant.
“Isn’t it Quanjude?” Gu Lu said.
"Quanjude will wait until the day you leave to make arrangements. Today we will eat the taste first. We are not in a hurry to eat the fame." President Jian responded.
Even locals rarely go to Quanjude, but it is so famous that if friends come, they must make arrangements. President Jian is tired of the food anyway.
The taste is authentic, and it is indeed the place that President Jian was looking for. Gu Lu buried his head in cooking.
"Xiao Gu, you should go out more often when you have time." President Jian said, "See more of the world. Writers cannot shut themselves up at home every day."
President Jian praised, "Xiao Gu, your knowledge is much ahead of your peers, but writers cannot compare with their peers."
Very verbose, right? But neither Gu Lu nor the original owner would find it verbose.
This kind of kind and caring speech will sound verbose after hearing it too many times.
“Understood.” Gu Lu nodded.
“Seeing the world broadens your horizons. I think it allows you to see what you believe in. It is not that simple, and it may not be the truth.” President Jian said, “And you can’t just rely on appearances for anything. Judgment. "
The words have meaning, but Gu Luzhen doesn't understand the meaning. What? Looking at President Jian again, the latter looked calm and seemed to have something in his words.
Damn it, please get the Riddler out of Gotham!
He didn't understand it at first, but it seemed that Goldfinger did, and the trigger sounded: [Double Nebula Award and Hugo Award Winner] [All Typos] [Tear-Jerking Masterpiece] turned into "Flowers for Algernon."
“The bestseller is here!” Gu Lu remembered that the global sales of this book exceeded 10 million copies.
Don’t think that tens of millions are few. There are not even 30 science fiction novels on earth that can exceed tens of millions of copies.
Wonderful literary books may take time to test, but wonderful popular novels are sales bombs!
(End of this chapter)