"This book is really good, although it seems to be relatively simple, but it reads very smoothly, if it weren't for the fact that the background in it is different from reality, I would even think that this is the author's own story. In particular, some of the trivial things in Fugui and Jiazhen's daily life seem like our usual lives, and I don't even feel trivial at all......"

When Zhuang Yan asked Wang Yue with a smile why she liked this book, the restrained girl in front of her suddenly seemed to open a chatterbox, dancing and talking.

After talking for a while, Wang Yue stopped embarrassedly, looked at Zhuang Yan and asked, "Have you read this book?"

Zhuang Yan nodded: "Well, I've seen it." ”

"Oh, that's good, or I'm a spoiler. It turned out that she was worried that she was talking too much and spoilers.

Zhuang Yan shook his head again, "No, I know more plots than you, and if you want spoilers, I'll give you spoilers." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Yue again and asked, "Are you a middle school student?"

Wang Yue smiled, this kind of misunderstanding often happens, she said: "No, I am a sophomore at Jinling Electrician. ”

Zhuang Yan nodded in some surprise, it turned out to be a college student, Jinling Electrician he knew, the full name is Jinling Institute of Electronic Engineering, which is a university not far from here.

However, Zhuang Yan's understanding of this school is limited to this, because this is an all-science and engineering college, and the predecessor is definitely not very interested.

At this time, Zhuang Yan saw Wang Yue twisting his neck, looking a little uncomfortable, he should have been standing for a long time. He didn't ask her why she didn't buy the book back to read the stupid words, because judging from the little girl's dress, it should be that she doesn't have a lot of money, and this "Alive" is priced at 83.5 yuan, which is not cheap, and it is normal for the little girl to be reluctant to buy it.

At this time, two more book-buying people came and walked to the side of the exhibition shelf, one of them glanced at Wang Yue and muttered: "Why is this "Alive" just a trial book, I can't see it if I want to. ”

This person's voice was not loud, but it was enough for Wang Yue to hear, and he saw Wang Yue's face flush a little, and then silently put the sample book in his hand back on the display shelf.

However, after putting down the book, her eyes never left "Alive", as if she was waiting for the two people to finish buying the book before she continued to read.

Zhuang Yan picked up two books on the shelf and said to Wang Yue: "I'm leaving, I'll see you later when I have time." ”

"Well, goodbye. Wang Yue replied, but her mind was still on the books on the shelves.

Zhuang Yan shook his head, walked towards the cashier with two books in his arms, and after the cashier helped him settle the bill, Zhuang Yan asked the cashier to borrow a pen, and then pointed to Wang Yue next to the display shelf and muttered a few words to the cashier before leaving.

Wang Yue stood next to the exhibition shelf, looking at the trial book on it, although she put down the trial book, but the two people just now didn't take it, I don't know if it was because she was embarrassed or what.

So Wang Yue looked at the book with burning eyes, hoping that the two of them would leave quickly, so that she could pick up the book again and continue reading.

"Hello. Someone spoke, Wang Yue turned around and saw a clerk looking at her with a book.

She wondered, "Hello, what's the matter?"

The clerk handed her an open book in front of her, and said with a smile, "Hello, this is a gentleman who gave you just now." ”

"Give it to me?" Wang Yue took the book in a daze.

"Well, it's settled. The clerk smiled, then walked back to the cash register.

Wang Yue looked at the book in her hand, and the appearance of the boy who had just talked to her came to mind, she hurriedly ran out of the door with the book, but when she walked outside, she found that the other party was gone.

Unwillingly searched the crowd for a long time, Wang Yue finally withdrew his gaze in frustration.

She picked up the book in her hand again, a little excited, a little grateful, and the care from strangers made her feel very warm.

She flipped through the book and found a line written in black pen in the margins of the title page.

"Please keep reading...... Zhuang Yan!" When she read the last two words, Wang Yue suddenly screamed, and when she saw passers-by looking sideways, she was embarrassed for the loss of control just now.

Wang Yue's heart was pounding, Zhuang Yan? Could it be Zhuang Yan, the author of this book, would he be a little too young?

Could it be just the same name, or is it just a joke that the boy just made with himself?

She was expecting that it was Zhuang Yan himself, but at the same time, a voice in her heart told her that this possibility was really very small.

The words on the title page look neat, not chic at all, it doesn't look like it was written by a writer, but it looks like it came from a rigorous and rigid science and engineering man.

Wang Yue slowed down, took out her mobile phone from her pocket and dialed her classmate in Yanjing.

"Hey, Yueyue, what are you doing?" the other party's voice was lazy, sounding like he had just gotten up.

"You say, could Zhuang Yan be a big boy in his early twenties?" asked Wang Yue.

The other party seemed to be a little confused, and didn't react for a while: "Ah, who?"

"Zhuang Yan, the author of 'Alive?'" Wang Yue said.

"Who!" this time it was obviously not that he didn't hear clearly, and his tone was full of surprise, "What do you say Zhuang Yan is? A big boy in his early twenties? Oh, Yueyue, you are really stupid, you can also believe all the gossip on the Internet." Hey, I said, "Alive", have you watched it?"

"I watched part of it. Wang Yue said truthfully.

"Since you've read it, then you should be able to know that this book can be written by a boy in his early twenties? Yueyue, the world is fair, it's impossible to write this book before you are old, I guess this author has to be forty years old, even if he is younger, he must be in his thirties, early twenties, absolutely impossible!" said the other side excitedly and amusefully.

"Oh, I see. Wang Yue hung up the phone with some disappointment.

In the women's dormitory of a university in Yanjing, a girl in pajamas looked at the phone in her hand and was stunned for a moment and exclaimed: "Hey, this dead girl, what are you nervous about today." ”

Of course, Wang Yue didn't have a nervousness, she felt that what her good friend said was very reasonable, but she still had hope, hoping that the boy just now was Zhuang Yan.

Thinking about it, Wang Yue laughed self-deprecatingly again, does it have to be written by Zhuang Yan? Even if it is not Zhuang Yan, isn't it worth cherishing a book that a stranger kindly gave him?

She opened the title page again and read the words again: "Please keep reading...... Well, I will. ”

Then Wang Yue put the book in her schoolbag and walked to the subway station with a relaxed footstep.