April is coming, but April is destined to be an extraordinary month.

First of all, April 1 is April Fool's Day. This April Fool's Day is like a joke for many people, or a surprise, a holiday gift.

The Storybook was published on this day.

"Reading" is the temple of domestic literature, and almost all the best words are proud to publish articles in "Reading". If "Reading" is the full banquet of the Manchu and Han Dynasty in the golden splendor, meat and vegetarian, swimming in the water, walking on the ground, flying in the sky, all the dishes can make people have endless aftertaste; The writing of "Reading" is rigorous, after reading it, it makes people feel like drinking tea, and the bitterness is sweet, "Story Collection" is wine, whether it is white beer, or red of Huadiao's daughter, as long as it is wine, it is hearty.

On April 1st, many people bought the "Story Collection" at the newsstand, and the thick one, only a few dollars, compared with the thin copy of other magazines cost dozens or hundreds, it is undoubtedly cost-effective. But in today's society, most people only recognize the noble and do not choose the right one. Therefore, the readers who choose "Story Collection" are generally large, and even many people in their sixties and seventies, for them, "Story Collection" accompanied their youth and those days without TV.

Wang Jianjun is a retired veteran cadre, his wife died of illness, his two children are far away from him, and now he is just a lonely old man. Every day before dawn, he couldn't sleep and got up to go for a walk, to go to a breakfast restaurant two kilometers away for breakfast, and every time he arrived at the breakfast room, the owner had just opened the door. Then take a detour to the park, listen to the music, and watch the old lady twist Yangge. Three poles in the sun, and then pass through the vegetable market, buy a piece of meat, buy a little vegetables

But today he has another thing, which is to buy a copy of "Story Collection" when he passes by the newsstand, a habit he has maintained for half his life.

"Lao Wang is here. "The aunt at the newsstand is Wang Jianguo's former friend, a very good kind, seeing Wang Jianguo slowly pacing forward, I couldn't help but say hello.

Wang Jianjun nodded towards his aunt, his eyes squinted, and his originally cloudy eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance.

"It's still the same?" the aunt asked with a smile, twisting her fat waist and taking out a copy of "Story Collection" from the side and handing it to Wang Jianjun.

"Now that electronic products are changing with each passing day, this paper media has not developed much, and it is still the same. Wang Jianjun flipped through it casually, to be honest, he didn't finish reading last month's "Story Collection", and it was just a habit to buy one every month.

"Who said it wasn't, listen to my grandson, that writer called God or something, he earned tens of millions of dollars a year by writing, if you put it in our era, I can't even think about it, isn't it all about the power of the media? In the past few years, the paper has become more and more sluggish, and I don't know when my newsstand will be closed. Auntie sighed and said, I've worked in this newsstand all my life, and I really don't know what to do if it's really closed.

"Yes, those writers too, wherever they have money to make, they run wherever they want, and they don't have any discipline at all. The quality of this magazine has also dropped, and if it weren't for a few famous writers stationed there, no one would have read this magazine. Wang Jianjun said with a slight smile.

"Well, but I heard that there is a good one this time, I read what other people in the newsstand said, it seems to be called a sword, anyway, I don't read much books, I don't pay much attention to ......" Auntie scratched her head embarrassedly.

"Look at you, I told you to read more, and I can't even remember a name. Wang Jianjun smiled jokingly, took out his wallet from his arms, took out a banknote and handed it over. "Don't look for it, save it for me next time. ”

When you are old, you are not young. Wang Jianjun shook his head, slowly turned around, and walked towards the vegetable market.

After buying vegetables, I can't wait to rush home, make a pot of tea, grab a plate of dried fruits, and lie on the rocking chair on the balcony. The old wooden rocking chair creaks like a youthful movement.

Spread out the book, habitually find the catalog of famous artists, and read it in two clicks. Flipping through the others, the difference in quality made him a little interested, so he couldn't help but close it, picked up the small purple sand pot, and took a long sip.

It was still early, and the sun was still slowly trying to climb the hillside. When I get older, I wake up early and go to bed late, and I always feel that the days are too long.

Wang Jianjun habitually picked up "Story Collection" again and slowly reminisced, remembering that the newsstand aunt introduced what said that the "sword" was good, but there are too many swords named after the martial arts section, both long and short, it seems that it is not martial arts if it is not named after what sword or what comes.

In order to pass the boring time, and to find the aunt's introduction, Wang Jianjun still looked at it seriously, just for that kind of feeling.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, twelve cities on the fifth floor.

The immortals caressed my top, and my hair was immortalized. ”

A small poem caught Wang Jianjun's attention, and the white Yujing in the sky seemed to outline a magnificent scene in the sky at that moment. On the fifth floor and twelve cities, the dense buildings are layered on top of each other, and they are covered in clouds and mountains.

Wang Jianjun turned his eyes to the illustrations and titles, and the three brush words of "Immortal Sword" were as slender as a sword, piercing people's hearts. Wang Jianjun couldn't help but feel a little interested, this should be what the aunt said.

"Dusk.

Suddenly nine strange men appeared on the stone street, jute shirts, multi-eared bast shoes, a bowl-sized gold ring hanging from the left ear, and their hair was all red, and they were scattered over their shoulders like flames.

These nine people are tall and short, old and young, although their faces are different, their faces are all as expressionless as dead people, and they walk without moving their shoulders or knees, and they are like zombies......"

"Tsk tsk, it's kind of like that. Wang Jianjun touched his chin and beard and said.

"Fengyun Inn"

"A white horse, from beginning to end, without the slightest variety"

I have to say, especially flawless, can always quickly ignite a person's blood, unconsciously, Wang Jianjun fell into this book, the clean and neat style, the rhythm of not dragging the mud and water, let him feel like drinking a puddle of spirits in winter, buried in the ice and snow in summer.

Refreshing just

"If there really are only seven people in the world who can break through these thirteen ambushes, which seven people are they?"

"There is no doubt that at least one of them will be one of the seven, no matter how you count them. ”

"Who is this man?"

"Bai Yujing!"

Bai Yujing, who is Bai Yujing? Wang Jianjun couldn't help but want to curse when he looked at the blank space behind him, the broken chapter was really hateful. If you want to read the next chapter, will it be difficult to wait until next month?