"On February 15th, we welcome the young writer Wang Lian to give a speech at our school"

On February 12th, at the gate of the thirteenth middle school, Gu Yang looked up at the long red banner hanging at the door, looked at the content on it thoughtfully, and then buried his head and continued to walk.

It's Tuesday, a few days before the official presentation, but the school put up a banner on Tuesday to show how seriously it takes the matter.

Entering the classroom and sitting down in his place, Han Shenliang touched his arm: "Hey, did you see the banner hanging at the entrance of the school?" On Friday, a young writer came to speak, and I heard that he was only eighteen years old, only a year older than us. ”

"Well, I see, what's wrong?"

Gu Yang cleaned up the things in front of him, and a sentence came out of his mouth.

Han Shenliang sighed and lamented: "Look at what a this thing in life is, we are still buried in the computer at the age of seventeen and playing games, and we are already formal writers at the age of eighteen. ”

Gu Yang shook his head and disagreed with his opinion: "Everyone's life is different, and being proud now does not mean that you will be proud in the future." As long as you feel that what you are doing at this moment is right and valuable, it is enough, we are not other people's children, we are just us, we can live happily, there is no need to envy others. ”

Han Shenliang sighed, lay on the table, seemed to lose his strength for a while, and said, "Although I said that, I still feel sour in my heart." ”

Seeing that the dead party was sluggish, Gu Yang smiled: "What's wrong?" Even if it's an eighteen-year-old teenage writer, so what? Is this a denial of one's own life? Leeuwenhoek spent thirty years grinding into the prototype of a microscope, so that the world can see the shijie of microorganisms, you have to concentrate on one thing for thirty years, and it will not necessarily be lower than the achievements of others. ”

Han Shenliang glanced at him and muttered, "Okay, okay, how do I feel that you can preach better than my mother?" ”

Gu Yang shut up and sent him a chestnut with his backhand.

After spending Tuesday in meditation and laziness, it was finally time for school to end.

On the bus back, he picked a seat and sat down.

Someone from the publisher's side will come over tonight to get acquainted with him, and then he will take a special car to Tianhai City, and tomorrow he will take a look at the scene of signing and selling books, familiarize himself with the specific process, and officially start signing and selling books the day after tomorrow.

"Gu Yang!"

was silently thinking about things, and suddenly a call came from his ears, and when he followed the sound, it turned out to be Wan Yun from the same community.

Seeing Gu Yang looking at him, Wan Yun smiled lightly, revealing two shallow dimples, and settled in the seat in front of Gu Yang: "I rarely meet you these days, what are you busy with at school?" ”

Gu Yang half-leaned on his seat and replied with a light smile: "It's nothing, I've been busy with some personal matters." ”

Wan Yun turned around, looked at his face, and said in surprise: "Oh, but, Gu Yang, why do I think you have changed a lot now?" ”

"Oh? What's changing? ”

"I can't say it, anyway, it's better than before, and it's a little better than before."

After saying something vaguely, she suddenly remembered something and changed the topic, "By the way, you know that Wang Lian is coming to our school to give a speech, right?" His book "Allure" seems to be pretty good, have you read it? ”

Gu Yang raised his eyebrows, shook his head and replied, "I really haven't seen this, if I have time, I might see it." ”

……

The two talked all the way, and it wasn't until they approached the community that Wan Yun asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Hey, it's been so long since you went to the thirteenth middle school, do you have a girlfriend now?" Would you like me to introduce you to one? ”

At this time, the car stopped, Gu Yang stood up, ready to leave, and heard Wan Yun ask him if he had a girlfriend, he smiled, said a simple and direct word, and then got out of the car and walked home.

"It should be regarded as having it, so I don't bother Sister Wanyun."

Only the stunned girl was left sitting in her seat, and she didn't know what it was like to be empty, and she didn't know what she had lost.

The car started slowly and slid away from the entrance of the community, but she still didn't get out of the car.

At this moment, Zhou Taosheng was sitting at Gu Zhengming's house, and his heart was extremely complicated.

He was the manager of a publishing company, and it was he who valued "Buddha is the Way" and signed the book before other publishers could react. At the beginning, there were still many people in the company who felt that he was too arbitrary, because the book was written by a newcomer, and it was still a question whether he could finish it, so it was too risky to sign it directly.

However, just when he resisted internal doubts and chose this book, he didn't think that this book had not been passed for a long time, and he had not had time to contact the author, and the situation in the outside world had changed dramatically.

The publishing company was dumbfounded when it didn't look at the haode people, a novel with a collection of more than 300,000 yuan is enough to make countless publishing houses fight for the scalp and want to publish this book!

Things are far from stopping, under such a wave of wind and waves, the second song of the revisit is smashed again, and once again the collection of Buddha is Tao skyrocketed, leaping into a huge number of 500,000!

Until now, just in the dust spots, this collection has reached 700,000 yuan, and the author can be said to be a real generation of gods.

Because of various channels such as wireless, book city, etc., the collection of 700,000 in the dust point is equivalent to the author has as many as 10 million book fans, this terrifying number of readers, only some gods who have gone through many years can have, and the author revisited only by relying on this book, and it has not yet ended, it has reached this level, it is really a miracle!

And now, the sales list for December and January has come out, and he has won the first place in the physical book sales list for two consecutive times, which can be described as infinite, and even his leaders smile when they see him, and every time they have a meeting, they have to emphasize that his vision is very accurate, and he has sought a lot of benefits for the publishing company, saying that he will give him a big bonus.

Zhou Taosheng thinks that he is really lucky.

Life is like a strange chocolate, you never know what the next one will taste like, some time ago I was worried about my gaze, and now everyone is looking at him with envy when I walk into the company, the world is changing, it is indeed difficult to understand and predict.

Just like now, because the sales are excellent, the publisher hopes that the author will take the hot iron and carry out a book signing, as the publication recommender of "Buddha is the Tao", Zhou Taosheng is fortunate to be the guide of the other party, and was assigned by the leader to pick up the author, who knows the address that just arrived at his home, explaining the intention, but the middle-aged man who opened the door told him that the author of the Buddha is the Tao is his son.

Son?

How old is the author?

He asked the question puzzled, and the middle-aged man replied with three words in a slightly proud and ostentatious tone.

Seventeen years old.

Seventeen?

Seventeen years old!!!

Zhou Taosheng's mind buzzed, and his thoughts were blank.

How is this possible?