The signing lasted until eleven o'clock in the evening, which lasted for eight hours, in the middle of which Zhuang Yan only took five minutes to eat a bowl of egg fried rice, and the rest of the time he was signing, and even several ballpoint pens for signing were wasted.

But even so, after calculation, Zhuang Yan only signed less than 3,000 copies in eight hours today, and in the evening, the bookstore has begun to stop selling "Alive", because the bookstore saw that Zhuang Yan's speed was relatively slow, so they were afraid that the people in the back queue would not be able to get the signatures if they sold too much.

After Zhuang Yan signed the last book, and the last book friend also left, Zhuang Yan suddenly collapsed on the chair.

Xu Jinjiang never left, and then he also walked over, he put a cup of coffee on the table, and asked: "Are you okay, I thought you would be tired after signing for two or three hours, but I didn't expect you to sign for eight hours." Not bad, hard. ”

Zhuang Yan leaned back in his chair, put the coffee on the table in his hand with his hand, took a sip and said with a smile: "It's the first time to sign the sale, and there are so many book friends, I can't let them down." ”

Xu Jinjiang moved a chair and sat next to Zhuang Yan, and said with a smile: "There are so many people here today, you can't sign it anymore." You don't know above, in the evening, after the store notified the outside to stop selling, those book friends were so excited that they almost didn't smash our store. Some book friends came from out of town, but they didn't buy the book relatively late, so they ran away in vain this time. Fortunately, it is stipulated that one person can only sign one copy, otherwise more people will be disappointed. ”

Zhuang Yan frowned and asked, "How many people have not signed in?"

Xu Jinjiang shook his head, "It's hard to say, but if you guess about it, there should still be one or two thousand people who haven't signed in." Later, we announced on the official website that the sale would be stopped, so there were fewer people who came later. ”

Zhuang Yan sighed, "There's no way, I can only wait for the next signing to compensate them." And next time, you must inform those people from other places in advance, and try not to come, otherwise you will waste time and money, and you will be disappointed when the time comes. ”

Xu Jinjiang said with a smile: "What, you have already thought about which city you are going to be in for the next signing meeting?"

"I'm not sure, let's get back to it. Zhuang Yan shook his head.

In fact, he originally wanted to find time to hold two more signing sessions in Jinling, but after today's events, his thoughts were a little shaken.

He himself just said that next time, he would inform those people from other places in advance and try not to come. But if he only signed in Jinling, those outsiders would not be able to get his autograph if they didn't come.

There are a lot of people today, mainly because this is Zhuang Yan's first signing meeting, and it is also his first public appearance, with this layer of mystery, so many people want to see what Zhuang Yan looks like for the first time on the scene.

At the next book signing, the situation will be better. And if Zhuang Yan is willing to sign sales in other cities, the website of the literary and art world can arrange his itinerary in advance.

For example, it was announced in advance that this week will be in Jinling, next week in Yanjing, and next week in Shanghai, so that the nearby book friends know that there are many sessions, and they can also choose a closer city.

Just like this time, if Zhuang Yan said in advance that there would be a signing meeting in Yanjing later, maybe some book friends who rely on the north would endure it and wait until the next signing meeting in Yanjing.

After chatting with Xu Jinjiang for a few more words, the coffee was almost drunk, Zhuang Yan felt that his physical condition had recovered a little, so he sat up from the chair and said with a smile: "It's not early, I'm going home." ”

Xu Jinjiang also stood up, "Why don't you go to dinner with me? You just ate a bowl of fried rice in the past eight hours." ”

Zhuang Yan waved his hand tiredly, "Forget it, I'll talk about the meal next time, I want to go back and get a good night's sleep now." ”

When he said this, Xu Jinjiang didn't force him to stay, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay to go back and have a good rest." When we have time later, let's have a meal together. ”

After a few more kind words, Zhuang Yan dragged his tired body and drove back to his house.

When she got home, Xiaoying had already slept, and as for Chen Jiaqing, her slippers were still on the shoe rack, and it seemed that she might still be singing in the bar and hadn't come back yet.

Zhuang Yan didn't care, took a casual bath, and threw himself on the bed.

He was indeed too sleepy, mainly because his body had never been very good, and he could last eight hours this time, even he didn't expect it.

He just wanted to get some sleep now and recharge his weak body.

But the good wish of "sleeping until dawn" was destined to be unfulfilled, and not long after he closed his eyes, his whole person seemed to fall into an abyss of a black hole, and finally fell next to a golden wheat field.

Zhuang Yan sat on the curb next to the wheat field, with a dazzling golden wheat field in front of him, and with a gust of wind blowing, the wheat waves swept in front of his eyes, and there was a rustling sound.

"If you really want to hear me, the first thing you want to know is probably where I was born......"

Someone spoke, Zhuang Yan was startled, turned his head following the voice, and behind him, sat a white teenager wearing a peaked cap. Although the boy was sitting on the ground, he could still feel that he was tall.

The voice just now came out of his mouth, and now Zhuang Yan turned his head to look at him, he still didn't stop, and continued, "What did my parents do before they gave birth to me, and David Copperfield-esque nonsense like that, but I'll tell you honestly......" (The great Copperfield here is not the magician, but Dickens's book. ）

The white boy looked at Zhuang Yan and looked like he was talking to him, but the frequency of his speech seemed to be talking to himself.

"Who are you, can you see me?" Zhuang Yan asked, he knew that he had run into a novel world again, but it was the first time he had encountered someone talking to him like this.

But the other party didn't reply to him, still watching him tell his story, "I have no intention of telling you all this." First of all, I am tired of such things, and secondly, if I dwell on my parents' personal matters, they will both lose their temper. For this kind of thing......"

Zhuang Yan shouted twice, but the white boy was still the same, and then Zhuang Yan stood up and walked two steps, at this time, the white boy also stood up and followed him, but his mouth never stopped.

Well, Zhuang Yan has figured out that this white teenager is equivalent to a figurative voiceover.

The two walked beside the wheat field together, and Zhuang Yan listened to the young man's words.

After a while, just when Zhuang Yan thought that this time there was only this white teenager narrating, suddenly the picture of the two changed and cut to another scene.

During a rugby game, Zhuang Yan had to see a girl next to the field, and the white boy next to him said, "Selma, Suimo, she is the principal's daughter, but she often comes out to watch the game......"

In fact, the young man said a lot earlier, Zhuang Yan was a little confused, and after searching in his mind for a long time, he couldn't remember what kind of book this book was, but when he heard the surname Suimo, he suddenly remembered something.

The principal's daughter, also known as Suimo, Zhuang Yan read a book a long time ago when he was a teenager, and there was a Suimo principal in it.

And Zhuang Yan thought of the wheat field just now, and a name finally came to his mind - the wheat field watchman.