Early in the morning, Huo Yaowen left for the company.

"General Manager. Yao Wenjie walked in with the booklet of today's distribution in his hand.

Huo Yaowen took the booklet and glanced at it a few times, the content was nothing more than how many books were paved in Kowloon and how many books were paved in Hong Kong Island.

"Advertised in both magazines?"

"Yes, it's already been advertised, and this time we printed a total of 50,000 copies, and we're deciding whether to print it or not to see how it sells. ”

Hearing this, Huo Yaowen nodded slightly, thinking of the Taiwan market, and couldn't help asking, "How is the arrangement over there by Aoki?"

Yao Wenjie said: "Editor-in-chief Fang has arranged it, and the first batch in Taiwan has printed a total of 100,000 copies. ”

"What about the literary world?"

"Manager Zhu has talked to their editor-in-chief Deng, and next Monday's Literary World magazine will promote "Rouge Buckle". ”

As soon as I heard that everything was ready, only the east wind was owed.

Huo Yaowen smiled: "Then wait for the good news." ”

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Kowloon Success Library.

The man who delivered the book at the printing house put down the last bundle of books, cleared it, and said, "Three hundred copies, you order." ”

"Well, don't order it, I just ordered it, bring the list to me and sign it." Huo Chengcai smiled, he was not worried that the people in the printing house would lose a book for him, because this company was owned by his own son.

After the delivery person left, Huo Chengcai and the recruited staff moved all the books back to the bookstore, and they did not transport them to the warehouse, but placed them at the entrance of the bookstore, so that customers could see the book at a glance.

At this time, a girl of seventeen or eighteen walked in.

The girl asked, "Boss, is there any Qiong Yao's "Deep Courtyard" here?"

"Yes, I'll give it to you. Huo Chengcai put down the work in his hand, and after helping the girl take a copy of Qiong Yao's book, he suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "By the way, a new batch of books has been added today, which are written by Fusheng, do you want to buy one?"

"Floating life?!" The girl's eyes flashed with surprise, and she hurriedly asked, "Where is the book?"

"At the door, you go and see. ”

The girl immediately walked to the door, saw bundles of books piled up on the ground, and pulled out one of them, except for a beautiful orchid on the cover of this book, there were no extra patterns, only a light blue background, and the "rouge button" in the upper left corner and the floating life below - by Huo Yaowen.

"It's really a floating life!" The girl was delighted, and immediately asked Huo Chengcai about the price, and then directly paid for the two books "Rouge Buckle" and "Deep Courtyard", and then left happily.

Unconsciously, at one o'clock in the afternoon, more than 200 copies of the 300 copies were sold at once, and Huo Chengcai had to call the sales department of Yaowen Book Publishing Company and ask them to hurry up and deliver them.

This scene appeared in the newsstands of many bookstores in Hong Kong.

On the Taiwan side, Zhang Liren, who is a die-hard fan, learned from the radio, newspapers, and bookstores a few days ago that Huo Yaowen's new romance work would be released today, and he also took Qingxia, Hu Yinmeng and other members of the Fusheng Book Fan Club to the bookstore to order it together.

"It's coming!" The bookstore owner was overjoyed when he saw a group of little girls coming in the dark, and hurriedly asked the staff to take several large bundles of brand-new books from the back warehouse.

Looking at the bundles of books, Zhang Liren's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out a stack of loose money from the small bag, handed it to the boss and said, "Boss, there are a total of one hundred and twenty yuan here, you can order it." ”

The boss took the money and patiently clicked it, and after the amount was correct, he said with a smile: "Next time, if you want to order any books in advance, tell me that it will be the same as today." ”

One morning, the book "Rouge Buckle" only sold dozens of copies in retail, but at this time, a single order sold more than a dozen, although it was discounted, it was still very profitable, and the boss was already happy in his heart.

"Uh-huh. Zhang Liren said a few perfunctory sentences, and couldn't wait to ask Qingxia and them to help carry the book away.

More than half an hour later, a group of little girls ran to Hu Yinmeng's house with a book. Hu Yinmeng's father is ****, and his mother is a well-known poet and writer, so in this group of book fans, the Hu family is considered to be a solid family, the house is a three-story single-family building, and there is a small courtyard outside, in which some grapevines and some unknown flowers are planted.

Except for the two maids at home, Hu Yinmeng's parents were not at home, so the little girls happily opened the books and sat down in twos and threes.

Time passed quietly, in the living room on the first floor of Nuoda, more than a dozen girls were reading quietly here, and from time to time there was a sound of "whooshing" and "brushing" to turn over the book, the sound was very light and slow, almost every few minutes.

"In the sound of lights and oars, the sky is still cold, and the water is still cold. In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly, the building outside the building, the mountain outside the mountain, the people outside the building and the mountain did not return, the goose word looked back, it was already forgotten from the river, the people who stroked the qin were full of tears, the flowers were full of tears, the flowers were full of shoulders, the flute was cold, the window shadow was remnant, and the sound of smoke and oars was in the sound of the oars, where is the Jiangnan ......"

Hu Yinmeng's small peach lips, one by one, silently read the words sung by Ruhua to the twelve young people, and his heart was inexplicably throbbing.

In the entire Methodist Girls' High School and even in the nearby schools, Hu Yinmeng is a well-known beauty, her appearance is not as soft as that of Jiangnan women, and the lines of her face are also a little hard, so she looks extremely cold.

Outsiders don't know her, they just think she's a cold beauty, but in fact, Hu Yinmeng loves the graceful style of Jiangnan in his bones. This may be because her father is from Liaoning in Northeast China, which gave her a rather cold and arrogant face, and her mother, who is from Tongcheng, Anhui Province, and gave her a graceful and romantic Jiangnan love.

I don't know how many times, Hu Yin dreamed of the picturesque Jiangnan in his dreams, the gentle drizzle, the rippling water, the flat boat in the lake, the old man Lili, this is the water town in the south of the Yangtze River;

The wind is about to turn, and the softness is overwhelming. The far green world has been rained at night, and the cold sand has a faint tide. Who dreams of Lan Yuan.

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Day 2, morning.

Yishu, another die-hard book fan, wrote in her column in Ming Pao: "... Yesterday I received a book from Mr. Huo, called "Rouge Buckle", which is Mr. Huo's third romance, and I am very happy in my heart. Because I like the romance books written by Mr. Huo very much, whether it is the first two books or this one "Rouge Buckle".

There are many romance writers in Hong Kong, including me, who have written several books, but it is difficult for anyone to be like Mr. Fok, who has a different concept of love. Why do you say that? It's because Mr. Huo is able to describe women's beauty and love to the extreme.

Mr. Huo's first "Sweet Honey" can be said to be the most unforgettable feelings of a woman's love, and the second "A Cloud Made of Rain in the Wind" shows that this love is endless thousands of miles away, and the third "Rouge Buckle" is the best book written by Mr. Huo so far.

The thirties was a magnificent era, there were talents, beautiful women, warlords, revolutions, and I sometimes wondered what kind of story I would write if I were allowed to write about that era, it could be the feelings of family and country, it could be the vigorous anti-Japanese resistance, or it could be the smallest and most humble love in the troubled times.

But Mr. Huo's book depicts the thirties, that turbulent and decadent era, a woman in a green building is like a flower, and others touch their hands, 500 yuan. Touch the ears, ask for two 500 yuan. Touching the calves and touching the root of the neck are clearly priced. is such a seemingly absurd and shameless prostitute in Qinglou, but she is the most innocent and longing for love.

After a lingering and sympathetic relationship, Ruhua fell in love with the twelve young people, and once reached the point of talking about marriage, but they were obstructed by the family of the twelve young people, which may be the story of the old storytelling, but it was a common situation in that era.

The two who love each other want to imitate Liang Zhu and drink opium together to have a dream. But who could have known that the twelve young people were lucky enough to pick up a life, and they were born secretly, but they were bitter like flowers waiting silently in Huangquan for 30 years.

It's hard for me to say that the twelve young people are reluctant to make a living, and it's hard to say that the love of flowers is pure. Because of the different concepts of the two, there is a world of difference, perhaps this is why in the sad story handed down from ancient times, Du Shi Niang angrily sank the treasure chest, and Qin Xianglian sued Ma Lang...... It is often the case that men are in love with women and break their bowels.

At the end of the article, to paraphrase a passage written by Mr. Huo in the book: Among about 10 million people, only a pair of Liang Zhu can turn into butterflies. Others only turn into moths, cockroaches, gnats, flies, and beetles, but they can't turn into butterflies, and they are not as beautiful as they imagined.

Perhaps, this is love. ”

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