Following He Xiaoya's gaze, Ren Lian really saw Zhuang Yan standing on the side of the poster, and she was also a little surprised, this person not only walked through the back door, but also ran to that position.

Of course, there were not only the two of them who saw Zhuang Yan, but many people saw Zhuang Yan standing on the side, but they didn't take it very seriously, and they all treated him as a staff member, after all, there was a staff member standing in that place just now.

But one of the people in the middle widened his eyes in surprise, and there was a dark-skinned girl near the signing table, she was stunned for a moment when she first saw Zhuang Yan, and then suddenly reacted, isn't this the boy who gave her a book at the Zhonghuamen Xinhua Bookstore?

The book he had given herself was in her backpack, and she would take out the message and autograph from time to time to read it.

Don't...... He really is Zhuang Yan!

Wang Yue's heart was turbulent, and she almost couldn't help screaming, but she still restrained herself. But this feeling is really uncomfortable, that boy is Zhuang Yan nine times out of ten, but this excitement can't be shared with others.

The host has roughly finished his script, he glanced in the direction of Zhuang Yan, the clerk behind Zhuang Yan pointed to Zhuang Yan and made a gesture to the host, the host was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, laughed, and said into the microphone: "I know that everyone has no patience to listen to me anymore, because I am in the same mood as everyone else, and I also want to see Teacher Zhuang Yan immediately." Okay, without further ado, let's now welcome the Chinese pioneer writer - Zhuang Yan with the warmest applause!"

All of a sudden, the atmosphere on the field became enthusiastic, and everyone craned their necks to look behind the stage. The book friends on the fourth floor are okay, but the book friends on the lower floors are all dying, they heard the movement above, and they all guessed that Zhuang Yan was coming out.

But no matter how long they stretched their necks, they couldn't see the scene upstairs.

Everyone was looking forward to it, but Wang Yue stared at Zhuang Yan and shouted in her heart: "Come out, come out, come out......"

As if hearing Wang Yue's call, Zhuang Yan straightened his clothes and walked out from the side of the poster.

Suddenly, a young man came out, and the audience seemed to have been rehearsed, like some conductor holding a baton to stop the chorus at once, and the crowd was like a well-trained choir, stopping at the same beat.

Zhuang Yan looked at the still crowd in front of him, took the microphone in the host's hand with a smile, and said, "Hello everyone, I'm Zhuang Yan." ”

It was as if the conductor had waved his baton again, and the crowd that had just stood still moved again, and then the sound in the crowd was like a wave, rising higher and higher.

"Is he Zhuang Yan?"

He Xiaoya was stunned, Ren Lian was stunned, and everyone was stunned.

"This is Zhuang Yan's son!"

"Zhuang Yan is so young, I'm going to collapse, okay. ”

"Hey, I already knew, I told you that Zhuang Yan was a young man, and you still didn't believe it. ”

Zhuang Yan let everyone make a fuss for a while, raised the microphone again, and coughed lightly: "Ahem, good afternoon, everyone, I'm Zhuang Yan, I'm very happy to have everyone come to my signing meeting." I know how you're feeling right now, but let's not waste too much time and just start signing. ”

As he spoke, he returned the microphone to the host next to him, and the host took the microphone in a daze and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Zhuang, is this the end?"

Zhuang Yan smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Well, it's over, I've worked hard for you this time, go down and rest." ”

After saying that, he sat down on the chair himself, waiting for the book friends to take the book and sign it.

But the boy at the front didn't seem to be in a good state, and he stood there and didn't know what to do.

Zhuang Yan looked at him with a smile and said, "Hello, do you want to sign an autograph?"

At this time, the boy reacted and hurriedly handed the book to Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan took the book, signed it and asked the boy with a smile: "Do you like this book?"

"Like. The boy said sneeringly.

"Is there anything you want to write in particular?" This was the first book signed at the signing meeting, and Zhuang Yan decided to give him a special signature.

The boy's eyes lit up and he said, "Yes, please help me write 'for the dear potato cat', the artichoke of the artichoke, the potato of the potato, the ordinary cat." ”

Very strange explanation, Zhuang Yan smiled while writing for him: "Your girlfriend?"

The boy said shyly, "No, it's my boyfriend." ”

Zhuang Yan's pen suddenly stopped, as if he had been punched, and regretted why he asked this question and got such an embarrassing answer.

After enduring to write these words, Zhuang Yan returned the book to him and forced a smile: "Thank you for your support, please the next one." ”

The boy left happily, followed by a shy girl, who kept her head down when she came over, Zhuang Yan took her book, and suddenly smiled: "Why did you buy another copy?"

"Huh?" Wang Yue was stunned and said in surprise: "You, do you still remember me?"

"Of course I remember, it's only been a long time. Zhuang Yan said, "Do you have anything special to write about?"

"I want to write 'for Nannan', is it okay, Nan is a woman in the mouth, is it okay?" Wang Yue said with a red face.

Zhuang Yan nodded, wrote these words for her, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your support, I hope you can continue to study in the future." ”

Wang Yue nodded vigorously while holding the book, and then walked away under the urging of the staff.

After that, Zhuang Yan did not sign so frequently, although the book friends were a little disappointed, but they can also understand, after all, people have been lined up on the road outside, if Zhuang Yan each special sign, it is estimated that they will sign until next Saturday.

Zhuang Yan has never practiced signing, and his signatures are all regular, so the speed is a little slow. However, Zhuang Yan also sighed, fortunately, his name is only two words, and it is very simple. Zhuang Yan two words together are only seventeen strokes. (Traditional)

But sometimes you will run into trouble when you sign a special sign for a book friend, for example, there is an eldest sister just now, her name is Liu Hulan, if it is a simplified Chinese character, it is still simple, but if it is replaced with a traditional Chinese character, the strokes will be doubled.

And handwriting is not the same as typing, typing is in pinyin, although the pinyin of this world is a little different from the previous life, a combination of English and Latin, but relatively simple. But handwriting is different, Zhuang Yan has no study of traditional Chinese characters, only stays at the level of being able to read but not write, it is much better to read every day during this time, but when he encounters a lot of words, he still has to search the memory bank of the predecessor.

The most difficult thing is that some traditional Chinese characters are not one-to-one, but one-to-many, the most typical example, which is also generally known in the previous life, before Grandpa Bi (the original name was actually blocked, it seems that he is doomed. Wrote a picture that said "Queen of the Nine Balls."

Grandpa Bi originally wanted to drag the text, but he collapsed for him, and he wrote two wrong words in these four words.

When the word nine is used as an ordinary number, it is originally capitalized, and it cannot be used. And the word after is a one-to-many traditional Chinese character, and it is right to do the direction when it is later, but when it is generally a queen, when it is a queen, it is written after it.

There are many such one-to-many traditional characters, so Zhuang Yan has to search for the memories of his predecessor from time to time. It was also because of this problem that he had a special signature every few days at the beginning, and then the frequency dropped directly to a special signature every ten or twenty years.