Text Chapter 118 The most special one

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The 10-storey 10-storey 10-storey building is not only the largest bookstore in Yanjing, but also a popular monument for tourists.

At the foot of the building, there are 33 stone steps, filled with bookworms holding scrolls, and the stone steps extend outwards to a small square dotted with shrubs, fountains, and statues of ancient sages, where visitors and customers alike come and go, and occasionally startle a flock of foraging pigeons.

At the main entrance of the bookstore, two teenagers who looked like fourteen or fifteen-year-old junior high school students trotted all the way down the stone steps, pushing the door in a pant and watching in the crowded crowd.

"Fatty, no... Even the national style... It's also sold out!" Wang Xiaopeng didn't even breathe, his face was full of anxiety, the two ran from Dongcheng to Xicheng, and they found at least five bookstores for most of the day, Guofeng was the farthest and biggest one, and it was also the last hope for the two.

Another chubby boy wiped the beads of sweat from his head, looked at the crowded and noisy crowd, and swallowed, "Let's look for it on the first floor, the new books are on the first floor, it should be ...... There will be. ”

With an uncertain tone, the little fat man dragged his companion, and the two plunged into the crowd rubbing shoulders.

Today is Saturday, every holiday, Guofeng Bookstore will be overcrowded, in addition to the surge in customer flow, generally new books on the shelves and various book signings, will also choose this day.

The two of them finally passed through the long queue in front of the counter, and were immediately coerced and struggled by the crowd crowded in the new book area, and could only follow the crowd along the bookshelves row by row.

Just when the two of them were anxious, a notice from the staff using a loudspeaker suddenly sounded in their ears: "Ladies and gentlemen, "The Legend of Wukong" has just arrived in 1,000 copies, please go to the new book B area to buy, customers ......"

"Damn! Fatty, did you hear that! 1,000 copies have arrived!

"You are not verbose, hurry up and find out where Area B is, I'm a little dizzy at this moment, isn't the Central Bookstore also a new 1,000 copies just now, it's gone in a blink of an eye, and there will definitely be no left if it's too late to go now!"

Hearing the little fat man say this, Wang Xiaopeng slapped his head, couldn't care so much, and turned around with his companions and forced out a passage, causing a commotion and scolding in the crowd.

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As a new generation of writers, Guo Ming, who has just turned 20 years old, is proud of the spring breeze, and his last book on campus love sold 500,000 a year, and it was on the bestseller list in 2012 in one fell swoop.

The praise of the media and society, the admiration of the students came one after another, and Guo Ming, who was sitting at the door of the bookstore and behind the red table, was a little fluttering, today is not only the day when his new book is on the shelves, but also his first book signing.

After posing, allowing reporters from several magazines and media to take pictures for two minutes, and answering a few interview questions, more than a dozen expectant readers had gathered on the side, and the staff saw the opportunity to announce the official start of the signing.

With a red face, he spread out the title page of the new book he had just bought, put it on the table, and looked at Guo Ming with big eyes full of admiration.

This made Guo Ming enjoy it very much, with a thick smile on his face, and the reporter also stretched out the microphone when he saw the opportunity, "Little classmate, do you like this book?"

The girl nodded obediently at the camera, "I like it, I saw it on the Internet before, and then I came over today to buy a copy and take it back to collect, my classmates and I both like this book's adaptation of the original book, and we all think it's very exciting, An Fusheng ......"

The girl glanced back at Guo Ming, who was bowing his head to sign his name, her little face was crimson, "An Fusheng is so powerful, we are laughing at the beginning, and the more we go to the back, the more sad we feel, not only the male classmates are watching, but the girls in our class also like it, especially the love story of Sun Wukong, it's so touching......"

"Uh...... Wait... Wait a minute... An Fusheng?Monkey King?" The reporter's mouth opened wide, and his face was extremely strange, "Little... Little classmate, here is the signing ...... of "That Girl is Really Heng"

"Ahh......h

The girl turned her head suddenly, dragged the new book that had been signed with her name, and looked at the two big characters "Guo Ming" dancing on it, and her little face sank instantly.

Stretched out his hand and pointed at Guo Ming, who was confused, and tears fell down, "You... You're not An Fusheng, are you... Compensate me for "The Legend of Wukong", I finally grabbed it... Woowoo woo ......"

Without waiting for Guo Ming, who was at a loss, to explain something, dozens of people who had already gathered next to him suddenly erupted into a commotion when they saw this scene.

"Damn! It's not An Fusheng!"

"Fainted, I also called my buddy to come over quickly, I told him that An Fushengda finally appeared!"

"Jiao, me too, I was still showing off in the ethereal group just now, how can I explain this. ”

"The photo I just took was taken in vain, but fortunately I haven't passed it on yet, otherwise it would be a big joke!"

"Alas, scattered and scattered, white was happy. ”

Several reporters and Guo Ming were dumbfounded, and the dozens of people in front of them were scattered almost instantly, leaving only three or two customers with "That Girl is Really Heng" in their hands, with inexplicable faces.

"Sting-" The female classmate who signed the wrong book tore off the title page of the signature and threw it to the ground, with tears in her mouth, her expression was as aggrieved as she wanted, and she was as innocent as she was innocent, wiping her tears while making a phone call.

"Ning Ning, I was deceived...... Whining...... I thought it was An Fusheng signing...... I don't know if I can grab it or not......"

There was a surge of Venus in front of Guo Ming's eyes...... What is the situation in "The Legend of Wukong", which one is An Fusheng?

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New Book Area B, at three o'clock in the afternoon, An Ran finally arrived at Guofeng Bookstore, stood in front of the clean bookshelf, looked at the handwritten sign of "The Legend of Wukong" by the staff, "The Legend of Wukong has been sold out, the new book is being ordered, please wait", and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He knows the number of first prints of "The Legend of Wukong", a book building as large as Guofeng Bookstore, according to his estimates, the purchase of new books is at most two or three thousand copies, looking at the current situation, the 50,000 copies of Starlight Publishing House are really not enough to sell.

Of course, he was happy that the new book was sold on the first day, but he didn't know how much of a role the little princess's help could play in it.

"Excuse me......" A timid voice came from his ear.

An Ran turned his head, and two fifteen or sixteen-year-old, middle school girls were standing in front of him, the tall one with a hint of excitement and excitement in his eyes, and the other face was full of tears, full of grievances.

"Uh...... Is there anything?"

"Wow!" Seeing An Ran turn her head, the tall girl's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and her expression was excited to search around herself, but after finding nothing, the girl copied a book from the hand of her companion with tears on her face.

"Enron! You sign me! I'm your fan, and I like the song "Fireworks Are Easy to Cold" the most. The girl's eyes were full of anticipation.

I didn't expect to meet my fans here, An Ran smiled and nodded, took the girl's pen and book, found a blank, and signed his name, "What's your name?"

"Sun Xiaoning!" The girl took out her mobile phone with excitement on her face and handed it to her companion, "Yueyue, take a picture for me!"

The short girl took the phone, looked unwilling, looked at the book in An Ran's hand, and pouted again.

"Thank you for liking my songs, as well as this book, I wish Sun Xiaoning a smile often, eternal youth, and peace. ”

Writing this paragraph, An Ran put on his scarf again and said goodbye to the two girls.

Sun Xiaoning looked at the idol's signature, jumped and jumped excitedly, took a quick picture with his mobile phone, and sent it to a meager head along with a photo of the two, "Roar, visit the bookstore and get a big harvest!

The short girl named Yueyue looked at the new book that had torn off the title page, and then looked at the line of text that had been murdered again, and her whole little face collapsed.

"The guy who pretended to be An Fusheng today is so hateful, and... And you, the idol, are scribbling in my book...... Sun Xiaoning, you have to compensate me!"

"Roar, good Yueyue, this book will be given to me, I'll accompany you to pick one tomorrow, okay?"

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It wasn't until a long time later that the two girls understood that this book, among all the people who signed the name "An Fusheng", was definitely the most special one, and it was also the one that all An fans and An Fusheng fans envied and wanted the most.