Shuimu Publishing House has become a joke, just because of "The World Has Peach Blossoms", the number of people who find it to publish a book in the future may be reduced by half.? ｗｗ?ｗ?．??

However, at this time, no one cared about it, and those who knew it talked about it as a joke, and turned their attention back to "The World Has Peach Blossoms".

And those who don't know don't care about it at all, and they only mock it a few words when they hear it.

Their attention is all on Qian Hao.

At first, it was the first day of sales, but when they saw the Weibo reposted by Qian Hao, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when they saw the five zeros behind the word.

Thinking he had seen it wrong, he blinked and looked at it again.

This time, they finally affirmed that five zeros after one word are a terrible 100,000.

Oh my God, the author seems to be still a newcomer, right?

Pure newcomer, right, first time publishing a book, right?

However, the sales on the first day actually reached a terrifying 100,000?

Is this true?

Many people, for a moment, have doubts in their hearts. However, most people think about it and still feel that it is unlikely to be fake. Because the cost of fraud is too high.

However, there are always those who have no brains and speak without brains. Uh, no, they don't have a brain to talk through.

"Money fraud, how much did you spend? Wow, 100,000 sales, that's amazing! ”

"The money is fake, poof, 9999, it's already 6 times."

"Hehe, I'll wait, wait for the follow-up development."

These people were like flies, buzzing, but their cries were quickly drowned out.

It's not Qian Hao's fans who fight back against them, and it's not Qian Hao himself who fights back against them, because few people pay attention to them. What overwhelmed them was the fans' discussion of Qian Hao.

Qian Hao's teaching video has long been exposed, and it is quite popular, but in the end, it has not been promoted, and the popularity is limited.

Therefore, after Qian Hao's forwarding, this spark immediately ignited.

"Teacher Xiaoqian, what a loving title, I like it so much."

"I like people more than titles, I won't sue anyone, I'm already licking the screen."

"Same licking, brocade clothes, Mr. Xiaoqian is handsome."

"Can you talk about business upstairs, don't you think Teacher Xiaoqian is very good in class?"

"Of course, my teacher Xiaoqian is good, but I still have to lick the screen and don't have time to listen to the class."

"You beasts, what Teacher Xiao Qian said is so spicy, you only covet his appearance~ Yan!"

"Alright, let's end the. For Mr. Xiao Qian, I bought this book. ”

"+1 upstairs, I'll buy it too, I'll buy it tomorrow."

The building is too crooked, discussing the issue of appearance for a while, and talking about talent events for a while.

In a word, Qian Hao is very busy.

But in the midst of this noise, some fans were silent, for no other reason, just because they repeatedly read the essay on Weibo, and then-

I suddenly liked the words at the end, and at this time, I was singing in a low voice, as if singing about a certain year that I would never remember and could not go back.

A certain year, a certain person.

In fact, every time he reads this poem, Qian Hao will also be sad and silent. Only sorrow, so silence, about only silence can carry sorrow.

However, he rarely grieves now, because desperate people do not grieve lightly.

Personal silence eventually sinks into the hustle and bustle of the world.

Fans, most of them are talking about it, and the topic has changed one after another.

At this moment, they actually showed off their books.

People who bought it, they took out the book, turned to the page they liked, and then took a photo and posted it on Weibo. Then, the onlookers, who had not yet bought the book, began to talk jealously.

Especially those who like the content of this page.

And those who buy the book will turn to their favorite page, and then take a photo and upload it to pass on the game.

It's really fun, envy those who don't have books.

Those who don't have books, so tempted by this, actually buy books immediately. Moreover, there are not a few such people.

As a result, the miracle of the first day continued on the second day, and the sales volume increased instead of decreasing, surpassing 100,000 and reaching a terrifying 120,000.

When Liu Yikun learned the news, he couldn't help clenching his fists and waved it fiercely in the air.

And his face also showed a look of ecstasy.

"His grandmother's, a million can't run away!"

There were many people who were shocked by the news, and it also made Shuimu Publishing House regret it even more, and its boss regretted it.

Approximately, Qian Hao is still calm.

When Qian Hao received the news, it was a pity that he was immersed in that poem, that is, immersed in his past.

The happiness she once gave is now a source of pain.

In this pain, every happy thing will fade, unless she suddenly appears. Therefore, the good news is not good, as if it has nothing to do with him, but is just a happy story of strangers.

This pretentious wording structure will be understood by those who have experienced it.

Qian Hao didn't think about who would understand, he missed like an aunt, there were always a few days every month. And the eldest aunt is **, like a girl's aunt, she will not sue others.

So, he can only look at her photos, think about what she said, and recall all the moments together.

He was so thankful that he had such terrible memories that he didn't care, even if he was ill, because he could see her eyelashes, he could see her smile.

Suddenly, he remembered the song, without makeup, and couldn't help but open the player as if fascinated, searching, playing, and looping the single.

Male voices, female voices, his and her chorus.

Not to listen to the song, but to listen to her voice; Not to listen to her voice, but to listen to the joy of those years.

As if the truth, the greatest happiness is always hidden in the greatest pain.

The song was on the loop, and he couldn't help but open QQ and look at the group grouped as "her", one, the only one, the forever gray avatar.

Grey...... Avatar?

He laughed at himself, gray avatar, in his twenties in his previous life, said that he would never listen to this song again after that age. But now, he really wants to hear this song.

Thankfully, he had amnesia for so many years and had a full adolescence again. There will be love, there will be crying, and there will be disappointment. Instead of holding an old soul, there is no longer the palpitations of first love.

Thoughts are like vines, growing wildly, crawling all over his memory.

He could no longer restrain himself, and his grief overflowed his chest as he boarded the singer's horn that he hadn't been on for years.

is in the background of the singer, arranging, singing, and doesn't care about professionalism or not.

At this time, what he sang was not a song, it was sadness, longing, and the years that he couldn't go back.

In those years, QQ was not called QQ, it was still called OICQ.

“…… Opened OICQ

The chat history stopped in the late autumn of last year

The last retention was not spoken

We're still friends

It's the kind of friend who is most distant......"

Singing, like a cigarette, can burn loneliness, fill emptiness, and intoxicate people's scarred souls.

After a long time, the sunset dived down the mountain, and the red glow climbed up the face of the white cloud girl.

Grief flowed back to the chest.

Qian Hao regained his composure, smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed: "It turns out that a girl, when you think about it, she is still a teenager."

After a long while, he finally seemed to be completely restored. However, when he glimpsed the singer's page, a song without makeup and alone, he couldn't help but think of his childhood dream with her.

Then, he clicked on the gray avatar and published it.

"If, I mean if, you are in the vast sea of people, and you still remember the words of this singer named Xu Yan. So, I'm going to sing you all the mood and love of all these years. ”

I really miss you.