The days are still going on unhurriedly.

My life is still from one pile of words to another.

"I seem to have seen a book on the Internet," Ye Qian suddenly called me and said, "The selling point of that book is also rats and love, how can it be the same as the book you made?" ”

"No, it won't!" I wondered, "When we made this topic, there were no love and rat-related topics on the market, that's for sure!" ”

"Then you can take a look on the Internet!" Ye Qian said and sent me a web address.

I opened the website suspiciously, and a familiar title instantly caught my eye-

"Love Mouse Enlightenment".

I hurriedly flipped through the catalog, and it was exactly the same as mine.

I'll look at the synopsis again:

"Love Mouse Enlightenment" takes the unique biological characteristics, living habits and cultural characteristics of mice as the medium, expresses the "diversity, complexity and competitiveness" of modern people in love life, uses mice as a metaphor for people, excavates the philosophy, life and applicability of love, and builds a novel, elegant and casual reading platform for readers in a fashionable and relaxed reading atmosphere.

That's right, the profile is exactly the same.

This turned out to be the book that could not be published in Lao Yang's mouth.

It's not me, it's an unfamiliar name called Aya.

I checked ISBN: 7800998452, which is officially published by China Three Gorges Publishing House.

I took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, and then I quietly dialed Lao Yang's phone.

"Old Yang," I asked knowingly, "what happened to my two manuscripts of love rats?" ”

There was silence on the other end of the line, which I expected.

After a while, Lao Yang spoke.

"The book is out," said Lao Yang, "you come and get the manuscript fee!" I've been busy lately and forgot to call you! ”

I smiled.

I lit a cigarette and walked slowly towards the place that Lao Yang had agreed.

In a restaurant facing the street in Huilongguan, I met Lao Yang.

Next to Lao Yang, there is also a table of friends who make books.

"I haven't seen you in a long time, but it's been okay lately!" Lao Yang pretended to be enthusiastic and said, while taking out two sample books, as well as the manuscript fee that he had promised and did not settle for me.

I pretended to flip through the book.

"How is the author Aya?" I asked knowingly.

"The publisher said that you are not famous," Lao Yang said with an embarrassed face, "So, we came up with a feminine name called Aya, which is conducive to the sales of the book!" ”

"The two books 'So Simple,'" I said firmly, "were also published by the China Three Gorges Publishing House, and I was not well-known at that time, so didn't they sign my name!" After they published two books, I became even less famous? ”

"It was my negligence," said Lao Yang, "and in addition to the manuscript fee, I will give you some compensation!" ”

At this time, the friends all spoke, and they all counted Lao Yang, and they didn't know whether they were sincere or pretending.

"Anyway, signing is my bottom line," I said to Lao Yang seriously, "I'll think about it when I go back, and I'll call you when I'm done!" ”

I returned to Huilongguan Village, where I was temporarily staying, with mixed feelings.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

I went downstairs and bought a box of Yanjing beer and moved it to the roof, and began to smoke and drink while thinking about how to deal with Lao Yang.

The more I drank, the more I drank, and my decision was already in the making.

I decided to make a big deal out of it.

"Old Yang," I said after dialing the phone, "you can be private, but at least X million!" ”

"You rob it!" Lao Yang's voice came, "How much money can I earn from these two books!" ”

I laughed, I want you to turn your face.

I hung up the phone and started drinking.

After two bottles of beer, I dialed Lao Yang's phone again and began to scold Lao Yang upside down with the strength of the wine.

"You've got what it takes!" Lao Yang said angrily on the other end of the phone.

"You have the ability to come out!" I said to Lao Yang, "I'm waiting for you at the Huilongguan Railway Bridge, see if I can chop you up!" ”

"I'll wait for you!" Lao Yang also seemed to say viciously.

I put down the phone, poured another bottle of beer in one gulp, wrapped a kitchen knife in newspaper, and staggered towards the railway bridge.

As soon as I got off the railway bridge, I saw a police car parked on the side of the road with its lights flashing.

Lao Yang walked towards me with two policemen and a few others.

"Put the knife down!" The police warned.

"Here you go!" I said and obediently gave the knife to the police.

Sirens sounded.

Police lights flash.

The police car soon arrived at the Huilongguan police station.

"Why cut him?" The policeman asked.

"He secretly published my book," I explained, "without signing my name, nor telling me, but only when I found out!" ”

"Why don't you sign someone's name?" The policeman turned around and asked Lao Yang.

Lao Yang was incoherent and incoherent.

"If there is something to be solved through legal channels," the police told me, "you can sue him, but you can't pick quarrels and provoke trouble!" ”

"I understand this," I said sincerely, "I was wrong to find him with a knife, and I will use legal means to solve it!" ”

"Then you go!" The policeman said to me, "Don't make trouble in the future!" ”

I glanced back at Yang, who was explaining something to the police.

I was so proud.