The moon stars are scarce.

It was a fine day, with the evening breeze blowing away the heat of the day and the August moonlight shining like frost.

at home.

It's getting late.

Roof.

On the beach chair, under the moonlight, sat a woman wearing pajamas with scattered flowers and mist and green grass, with pink breasts, and endless scenery. It is Sister Wang Mingquan.

A green silk is scattered like a cloud, and her delicate skin is as white as snow and as tender as jade.

At this time, she was holding her knees with both hands, her whole body was tightly huddled together, leaning on the back of the chair and staring at the bright moon in the sky in a daze. And at this time, there was also a low moan from her mouth, which seemed to cry and laugh.

Looking from afar, Wang Mingquan at this time was like a lonely and helpless girl, hiding in the corner like a quail, looking into the distance in a daze.

Obviously, Wang Mingquan is a woman with a story, at that time she was just like the fairy Chang'e who was beaten down, looking at Mingyue in a daze, wanting to go back but there was no way after all.

It just so happened that on a round white table next to a beach chair was a novel and a radio.

At this moment the radio sounded.

It's a sad song.

It is the one who wins the sickness, and he sings the sadness and helplessness in it.

Prosperous, but sad.

In this way, the singing voice and Wang Mingquan's murmuring voice magically fused together, and a distressing song was played.

After speaking, the song stops.

Wang Mingquan seemed to be woken up by the cool breeze, shrunk into his well-fitting pajamas, turned his head sideways, frowned slightly, looked at the table in a daze, and the love of many people outside was ignited, especially female friends, who flocked to it.

Wang Mingquan still remembers that when he went home just now, in the evening, the bookstore downstairs was already overcrowded, and even many reporters were dispatched.

A reporter wearing a green vest and uniform spoke loudly not far from the front of a bookstore, holding a voice recorder: "This is a certain bookstore in Kowloon, and today's scene is undoubtedly the peak of the popularity of major bookstores this year."

"At noon today, our reporter received news that a large number of readers have suddenly emerged in our bookstores throughout Hong Kong, and this phenomenon is particularly obvious everywhere."

"Behind me, standing at the door of the Dexing bookstore at eight o'clock in the evening, there was already a long queue at this time, according to my visual observation, there are dozens of hundreds of people queuing up at the door of this bookstore, this situation is very rare, and only Jin Yong once did it when he sent out books."

"Then, please follow the reporter of this newspaper to interview this matter."

There are obviously more female friends here, but the reporter still chose a small number of male guests, saying:

"Hello, sir, may I ask why you are still queuing in front of the bookstore at this dinner point?"

This is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man, who was a little nervous in the face of the reporter's recorder, and said in a stumbling voice: "Well, this is because my classmates are discussing it during class today, and I have come out with a new book, so I came home from class and rushed non-stop, but it was still late." By the time I arrived, it was already full of people, and I heard that it was the second batch of goods that had been rushed to be made, so I didn't know if I could buy them. ”

"Well, good luck, and thank you for your cooperation." The reporter in the vest interviewed a woman in her twenties and said, "Hello, why did you run to the Dexing bookstore early in the morning to line up?" Are you looking forward to a particular book? ”

"Yes, my friends all said that the book of Win Sick is very well written, and I cried unconsciously when I looked at it, and I was shocked at the time, what book can make my sister cry, you must know that she has always been the strongest one among our sisters, so I want to buy it and see it."

……

The reporter followed and interviewed a few more people, some of them unconditionally supported the new book of Win Sick, although they didn't like to read romance novels, and asked reporters to be sure to publish their words, their rhetoric was generally intense, and the content was nothing more than persuading Win Sick to turn back quickly, and writing more books like Sou Shen Ji and Ghost Blowing the Lantern was the right way.

Khan one, listening to the complaints of male readers, the reporter was almost overwhelmed, so he had to transfer the battlefield and find female readers, most of the female readers' reactions were introduced by friends and sisters, and the second was attracted by the beauty of the propaganda posters, and some of them were repeat customers. are praising how good-looking the flight attendants are and how impressive, although the reporter can't resist it, but this is a breaking point, so I have to record it one by one.

With the headlines on the front pages of major newspapers, female readers are blessed, and other spontaneous publicity, the book of flight attendants has become even more popular, and even sold out in many places, and is being urgently reprinted.

According to the grapevine, the number of students skipping class has increased dramatically today, most of them are girls, and the college teachers panicked, mistakenly thinking that some big star had arrived in Hong Kong, or where there was another concert......

……

Wang Mingquan has seen the grand occasion of winning his new book, but he didn't expect him to write romance novels, and at the same time, he couldn't help but take steps to buy a copy to read. It just so happened that the owner of this bookstore was a fan of Wang Mingquan and a neighbor, and when he saw that she was interested, he actually went to the back door to give her a flight attendant who was about to buy out.

Thinking of being in the car, there was an aggressive light in his eyes, and when he met him like this, Wang Mingquan's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Once again, I was amazed by the talent of Ying Yiji.

took another look at the book of flight attendants that had been read in a hurry for several hours, and remembered all the things in the book, as well as the back of Ying Zhiji and Zhao Yazhi holding hands and leaving in love. Wang Mingquan didn't know what it was like, and was a little sad for a while.

Zhao family.

In Zhao Yazhi's boudoir, the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Zhao Yazhi was lying on the bed with a book in her hand, quietly flipping through the book, that picture was too beautiful; Chu's waist is like a willow, and he is not in spring. Prettily. Tender Juanjuan, with a touch of moist skin exposed in the collared white clothes, white and greasy as snow.

Look at her delicate body, tender water bones, jade mountain long, willow slender waist blowing in the spring breeze.

Zhao Yazhen, who was wearing a flower chain and sitting at the desk pretending to read, kept blinking her eyes like a child, and the index finger of her right hand was placed on the jade lip and gently tapped, looking at Zhao Yazhi for a long time, and seeing that as soon as she got home, she was holding a novel and looking at it dementia, but Zhao Yazhen clearly saw where she was reading, that heart, that soul, I didn't know where she flew for a long time, and the corners of her mouth showed a stupid smirk from time to time, and the eyes were called tender.

Zhao Yazhen knows that sister she is in spring!

Zhao Yazhen's bright eyes flickered, indescribably smart, she quickly threw off her slippers, lay beside Zhao Yazhi without any scruples, squinted her eyebrows and smiled: "Sister, who are you thinking about?" Are you dating your boyfriend today? Enjoy? ”

When she asked this, Zhao Yazhi instantly sobered up, this girl is really ,...... Zhao Yazhi Xiafei cheeks, her mouth was slightly open, but she didn't know how to explain it, the embarrassed state was just like the shyness of the water lotus flower.