Now that his childhood memories are scarce, Niu Liang only wants to adjust his worries in the secluded forest. He rode his bicycle slowly into the wooded path. All kinds of weeds and shrubs seem to take advantage of this free field to grow to the fullest, vigorous, dense, so long that they cover people's vision, and shine with all kinds of verdant luster in the early summer sun, which is close to people's eyes! Those trees are even higher on top of it, stretching out their huge wings to monopolize the light energy of life, and only under the intervention of Feng Bo can they tremble and leak a few mottled rays of light to the nether. The forest was unusually quiet, and there was not a single pedestrian for a long time. Niu Liang rode for a while, came to a relatively open space, got out of the car, and was looking for a larger brick and stone to sit on, when suddenly he saw a person sitting at the foot of a big tree, holding a book in his hand and reading, and there seemed to be a stall in front of it, selling something. Niu Liang felt a burst of surprise in his heart, and couldn't help but walk over, wanting to understand.

When I came to the man, it was a seller. But what he sold was very peculiar: two books on a gray-brown cloth blanket more than two feet long and more than a foot wide. One is a yellow-brown coated paper cover, which is thicker, and the other is a normal white paper cover, which is thinner. The two books have the same title, both are "Open Season", but the subtleties are different. At the back of the bookstall stands a piece of advertising paper the same size as the book, on which the book reads:

Authors sell books

The world's first strange book

Sweeping the history of human civilization for 10,000 years

(poem)

In the lower center of the advertising paper, a small poem is written with a fountain pen, which is enlarged as follows:

Ten years of strange books,

It's scary to look at.

Sellers and acquaintances,

Fun and forget the year.

Niu Liang glanced at it roughly, and the man was still looking at the book in his hand, as if he hadn't noticed that someone was coming. Niu Liang finally couldn't help but ask, "How did you come to such a remote place to sell your books?"

The man finally raised his head, looked at Niu Liang and smiled, and said, "I am imitating Jiang Shang's method, and those who are destined will take the bait." ”

Niu Liangle was happy: "Am I destined?"

Book seller: "Fate or not, I'm just putting out the bait, the key is in your heart!"

Niu Liang: "What kind of book are you?"

Book seller: "This white paper is a proof, you can take a look at it." The thick one is the main book, and it is not allowed to be read so as not to stain it, because there is only this one. ”

Niu Liang picked up the white-skinned sample and looked at it. When I saw the words "Deng Shuntiancheng" written under the title of the book, I couldn't help asking: "Your name is Deng Shuntiancheng?"

Book seller: "This is my pen name. ”

Niu Liang continued to look down, followed by a few inscriptions, which read:

Those who read it are sacred

Those who are turbid see it and think it is lewd

Those who are turbid are also sanctified

Here is another dedication, which reads:

To the truth, to the future, to the pioneers of free humanity.

Niu Liang faintly felt that the ideas of this book might be a bit radical. Turning to the second page, the first sentence is an advertising slogan indicating the nature of the book, which reads: "Mankind's first novel on the art of the body and the philosophy of sexuality", and the following is a brief introduction and sample chapter of the novel. Niu Liang took a cursory glance, and sure enough, it was as he had predicted, but the writing of the novel was really good, and the theme and content were relatively novel, so it was worth a look. So he asked, "How much does it cost to read this book?"

The bookseller didn't speak, only held out an index finger. Niu Liang guessed: "Ten yuan." ”

The bookseller shook his head. Niu Liang deliberately: "One yuan." ”

The book seller smiled and finally said, "One hundred dollars." ”

Niu Liang: "So expensive?"