Meng Fei had never taken a plane before, and whenever a plane crossed the sky, he always looked up at that handsome face, infinitely yearning for the feeling of flying clouds and fog, and longed to experience the scene of layers of white clouds rolling under his feet. In the twenty-first century, the only thing that can strike at his incomparably noble imperial glory is new technology. All the new things that have been created by modern technology have never been thought of before.

But he didn't have an ID card and couldn't buy a plane ticket, so he had to drive a BMW for a road trip. The flowers were free, and the shelf life was limited, so he set out on the road with a diamond ring, a camera with a recording camera, and the eagerness of the whole family, arriving on the night of December 31.

At a glance, the bustle is full of people, which one is his little dream? Where is the Book Fair held? He bought a map at the station, asked pedestrians, and soon found the location of the book fair, which was covered with red banners and balloon arches in front of the World Trade Mall. He looked at this building happily, it was so good, he could see Xiaomeng tomorrow here. He found a Sheraton hotel near the mall and stayed there.

That night, he tossed and turned, completely insomnia, and smoked until his hair was numb. I wonder if Xiaomeng will forgive him tomorrow? What should I say when I see Xiaomeng? Should he kneel down to her like a modern man when he proposed? He's the emperor. Kneeling to the heavens and the earth and kneeling to the mother, she never knelt to anyone. But if you don't do this, how can you show sincerity? After thinking about it until the dawn appeared, it was still inconclusive, but I unconsciously sank into sleep.

In the early morning of New Year's Day, Xiaomeng met Yu An'an, who came to pick her up, at the Sheraton Hotel. As soon as he saw him, Yu Anan was amazed; Xiaomeng was stunned on the spot. Xia He? Xia He, who has served her by her side for more than two years, is like a sister. Oh my God, it's the same person again, what kind of fate is this? In the past life, she served her life, and in this life she serves her works. Almost at the moment of meeting, the mutual affection has reached the extreme.

Yu Anan sincerely admired: "Little dream, you are so beautiful!" Your readers must be crazy to see you personally. ”

Xiao Mengwaner: "But when I first saw you, I was already crazy, An An, you look like a sister of mine." I think we'll be good sisters, too, won't we? ”

Yu An'an took her arm: "Of course." I didn't expect us to hit it off at first sight. Let's go, I bought you breakfast, eat some first, and then go to the venue to sign the sale, at noon, I invite you to eat the famous snacks, how about it? ”

"Okay, no problem."

The Book Fair is a battleground for many cultural celebrities. Du Xiaomeng, as a new generation of romance novelists born in the 90s, has received unparalleled attention. Just looking at the long queue before she signed and sold her books was enough to embarrass many veteran writers at the scene. Du Xiaomeng is a rare veritable beautiful writer, many writers who are packaged as beautiful writers by publishing companies are not really beautiful, but they are relatively eye-catching in the writer group. But Xiaomeng is one of the writers with the most star potential, she is a writer and an idol. Although her work is often questioned by veteran writers who think they are rich and talented, who can deny her influence?

Meng Fei woke up and just wanted to open his eyes, but felt that the light was extremely dazzling. The curtains were not closed last night, and today is a good day with the winter sun shining. Meng Fei got up with a bone. Oh no, what time is it? He looked at the time on his phone, damn it! It was already half past eleven, and he scolded himself fiercely. I fell asleep in the early morning, and I actually slept until noon, if I let Xiaomeng run away, even if Lin Guozi didn't scold him to death, he would scold himself to death. Brush your teeth, wash your face and get dressed as fast as possible. Meng Fei quickly rushed to the World Trade Mall.

I searched upstairs and downstairs, and finally found a sign with Du Xiaomeng's name written on it, but unfortunately the seat was empty. Meng Fei slammed the table in annoyance, where did the people go? He grabbed a staff member and asked, who thought he was an enthusiastic reader and replied with a smile: "Come back in the afternoon, there will be from two o'clock in the afternoon until five o'clock." Du Xiaomeng must have gone to lunch. ”

Du Xiaomeng's lunch was very happy. She took Yu An'an's hand, and there was a colleague of Yu An'an, the manager of the publishing house's distribution department. Male, unmarried, is very enthusiastic about Du Xiaomeng. They walked through the Temple of the City God, smelling the aroma of various Shanghainese snacks and whetting their appetites. They found a good position, Xiaomeng's location faces the busy street, she likes to watch pedestrians while eating, watch their dress, and look at their expressions and behaviors. The manager surnamed Xu was very bold in front of Xiaomeng, and ordered a lot of snacks, such as Nanxiang Xiaolong, pigeon egg balls, sand dumplings, rice cakes with fried pork ribs, crab shell yellow, anchovy siu mai, fried steamed buns, osmanthus sugar lotus, chicken porridge, mint cake, mille-feuille oil cake, Taibai La cake and so on. Those who come to the dream do not refuse, and they eat deliciously.

Manager Xu and Yu An'an also let go of their appetites under the influence of Xiaomeng. Yu Anan happily raised the tea in his hand: "Xiaomeng, I will replace wine with tea, congratulations." Do you know? You've sold more than 5,000 copies in one morning. Oh my God, if you break 10,000 copies in a whole day, you'll break the record. Our boss is going to die of joy, and maybe when we go back to Beijing, we will put on a big celebration banquet for you. ”

Xiaomeng smiled: "The important thing is that the book can be sold and readers like to read it, and it doesn't matter if you celebrate it or not." ”

Manager Xu pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, posed as an expert and said: "That's not the case, if the sales volume is record-breaking, there will be a celebration banquet, you stand in front of the camera like this, with your appearance, it is difficult not to be popular." ”

Yu Anan smiled: "It's really worthy of being the manager of our distribution department, and there is a lot of business." Then the job will be up to you. Yu An'an glanced at Xiao Meng, and Xiao Meng smiled faintly.

Manager Xu smiled: "Needless to say, for the sake of Xiaomeng, for our common interests, I have no hesitation." ”

The afternoon signing started on time at two o'clock, Meng Fei didn't dare to slack off, and arrived at the scene at 1:40. Unexpectedly, there was already a long queue in front of Du Xiaomeng's signing point, and everyone had a copy of "People Are as Light as Chrysanthemums". He leaned against the pillar and looked at the empty seat from afar.

At two o'clock, Du Xiaomeng appeared accompanied by Yu An'an. Meng Fei's heart was beating faster, she was still so beautiful! And the girl next to her actually looks exactly like Xia He. Dizzy, looking from afar, the little dream accompanied by "Xia He" is more like the master of his Chengqian Palace. His beloved concubine, she is the beloved concubine who has been with him for more than two years but he doesn't know it. The past is vivid, like smoke and dreams. Meng Fei's heart ached.

At this moment, she lightly applied grease powder, sat behind the signing table with picturesque eyebrows, smiling and signing for readers one by one, forming a dusty temperament like a fairy. The spotlight kept flickering on her, and she was calm, as if the excitement in front of her had nothing to do with her.

At this point, should he step forward? If you come forward, you will definitely interrupt her signing activities and scratch her work. Meng Fei tried to restrain himself, it was better to wait, wait.

He hid behind the pillar and watched her closely, and she was particularly charming in the spotlight. His starry eyes were like shining and his tenderness was like water, as if he would never get enough of her. After two or three hours, he didn't realize that his legs were sore.

It's almost five o'clock, and the signing session is almost over, but the readers have not yet dispersed. Despite still being in a long line, Meng Fei decided to get in. He went first to buy a copy of her novel and was at the back of the line.

Ten, eight, six, four, two, soon, it was him. When he finally came to Du Xiaomeng's face, he gently put the novel in front of her, watched her turn the title page with her head down, and signed it. She closed the novel and handed it to him, looking up at the same time. Four-eye handover. Space-time stops. Electrifying stone fire.

For a long, long time, both of them were completely forgetful. The readers at the back of the queue finally couldn't help but complain and urge.

Du Xiaomeng came to his senses and stood up in a panic: "I'm sorry, please let the next reader ......"

"Little dream, come home with me, okay? How long are you going to hide? It's time to go home, we all miss you and are waiting for you. Meng Fei looked a little excited, his throat was astringent, he thought about it day and night, it had been more than half a year, how could he not be excited?

"Don't say it here. Next. She frantically reached out to the next reader.

Meng Fei couldn't help but grasp her outstretched hand. She reflexively shook it off and instinctively ran away.

Yu Anan was stunned on the spot.

Meng Fei chased after him with an arrow and shouted, "Aifei, where are you fleeing?" ”