There are some small chairs in front of the Xishan Waterfall in People's Park, which are for people who come to watch the scenery. Let the tired people rest here and continue walking. After all, it is a people's park, and the scenery is naturally not too bad. In front is the center of the whole of Shanghai, as the royal back garden. The scenery of Xishan Waterfall is much better than the elderly park in the suburbs. But there aren't too many people coming and going, and the chairs, although clean, are rusty, and it doesn't seem like people are often willing to sit here. Come to think of it, the housing prices here have long been sky-high, and although it is a people's park, it is impossible for the general public to come here often. And the people who can buy houses nearby are all dignitaries and high-ranking officials. How can these people go for a walk in the park?

In front of the West Mountain Waterfall, a middle-aged man sat on a chair with rust stains, holding a copy of "Good People Are Not Ren", looking at the plot of the book, the man had a playful smile on his face. After a little look, a man with a pale face and gold-rimmed glasses hurried up. whispered in the man's ear, the man closed his eyes, and the playful smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger. The man dropped the book in his hand and sighed lightly: "To the north wind, to the north wind, what's the use of making such a thing?" ”

The secretary frowned slightly, and said softly: "Secretary He, Xiang Beifeng said that this book was not done by him. ”

The middle-aged man looked disdainful and asked, "Not him?" ”

The secretary was a little nervous, and cold sweat broke out on his back when he was looked at by the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said again, "Who could it be?" ”

The secretary was a little nervous, hesitated for a moment and said, "It's really not him, I questioned it carefully, and he resolutely vetoed it." We are now on the same rope and he can't ......"

"Xiaolin, you're looking too close!" The middle-aged man stood up.

Lin Zhiheng didn't dare to speak.

The middle-aged man walked forward with a smile on his face and said, "This book is very good, so that everyone else in the party can read it." The book is very realistic and very good. ”

"Yes, yes!" Secretary Lin Zhiheng hurriedly nodded.

The middle-aged man smiled, turned around and handed it to Lin Zhiheng and said, "Xiaolin, you can take a look first." Don't jump to conclusions, is it up to debate who the author of this book is? ”

Lin Zhiheng had a cold sweat on his face, and he just nodded.

The middle-aged man turned to leave, and Lin Zhiheng hurriedly followed.

The middle-aged man said coldly: "Meeting!" ”

……

Twenty minutes later, in the building in front of the People's Park. Everyone in the conference room was dressed in suits and leather shoes, but only a middle-aged man stood at the end of the conference table, dressed in a linen tunic, which was very characteristic of traditional China. At the meeting, the middle-aged male ** gave a special lecture on "Good People Are Not Ren: The Most Ugly Song of Commercial Buildings", he said: "This book is very good, everyone should read it well when they go back." The sea in the book is about you who are sitting. Do you know what you are evaluated for in the book? Vegetarian meal for the corpse, the walking dead! Hmph, learn to introspect. Start with this book! ”

Starting with this book, this phrase spread across all book markets the next day. It has become the promotional slogan of the book 'Buren', and Buren has burned every corner of the book market with its fire-like popularity.

……

In Sheshan, the northerly wind stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. There were more than a dozen copies of 'Unkindness' on the table, one in his hand, and Anna was lying on the couch in her nightgown. Under the tulle nightgown is the proud capital of a foreign woman, and she also holds a book of 'unkindness' in her hand, reading this book with playfulness on the corner of her mouth. The northerly wind was a little anxious, standing in front of the window and walking back and forth.

He said excitedly: "Secretary He's plan is really exquisite, exquisite. Expose him and see what he does. Hum! ”

Anna didn't speak, she lay on the couch and read quietly.

Xiang Beifeng walked to the table and drank saliva, and said with scarlet eyes: "After exposing him, let the Commission for Discipline Inspection intervene and let the police come to the door." Let him die without a place to be buried, and then the summer company will be you and me. Anna, I suddenly feel that happiness came so quickly, but fortunately we didn't do it that day, and if I had done it, it would have been a real thing, and now. Without much effort, let him die. Ha Lu Ha, it's really fast, it's fast. ”

The northerly wind was extremely excited, and the pace of walking in front of the window was fast. He walked up to Anna, hugged Anna's body, and bowed his head to kiss Anna. He felt that he was capable again, and he was very eager in his bones. Anna looked at the northerly wind with helplessness in her eyes. She closed her eyes, sighed and looked at the scarlet eyes to the north wind and said, "This is not Secretary He's plan. ”

Xiang Beifeng frowned slightly, took two steps back and said, "Impossible, except for Secretary He, it is impossible for anyone to know the Tao so clearly." ”

Anna smiled and said, "You're right. Except for Hao Ren himself, it is impossible for anyone to know the Tao so clearly. There are some things in this book that only Hao Ren himself knows. No one else knows what to say, although Secretary He is powerful, he is not Hao Ren. And you and I, it's not him. This book is quite detailed about Hao Ren's experience, and it can even be accurate to some days. This is something that no one can write about except himself. ”

The northerly wind took a few steps back and sat down on the armchair. His eyes were a little distracted, even a little incredulous. Anna got up from the couch, the tulle on her body gently blowing in the wind, and her face was serious. "Never rejoice in the face of an unknown outcome, that will only make you more miserable," she said. ”

Northwind lies on the single couch and closes his scarlet eyes. The muscles of his whole body were all tensed together, and he gritted his teeth, his face hideous. But in the end, he could only sigh viciously, and then calm himself down. Anna lies in the arms of the northwind and lets the northwind hold her. Anna said quietly: "Xiang, I will always be by your side. Forever! ”

Xiang Beifeng hugged Anna, and his expression became excited again. This time not because of the book, but because of this woman in her arms.

……

I don't know why anyone knows so much about my life. The book "Good People Are Not Kind: The Most Ugly Song of Commercial Buildings" is a book that gives a glimpse of my experiences and the details of my life, and often understands my situation over the years. On top of that, this pen name is familiar to me. My two big steamed buns, such pen names are strange.

One night, I received a call from my father.

My father asked me where Xia Wanyu had gone.

I looked stunned, and I didn't understand why my father would know what he said. I didn't tell my father that Xia Wanyu had left China, and I didn't tell my father that Zhang Ling was pregnant. How could my father know this? I was a little flustered, and even though I was old, I didn't want my father to worry about me and not be able to sleep. Even if my father won't, my mother will definitely do too.

I smiled and said, "Dad, why are you asking this?" ”

The father sighed and said, "Is Wanyu going abroad with Tiantian?" ”

I chuckled in my heart, and my father said, "Hao Ren! What exactly do you want. ”

I froze in place, a little anxious. My father's words made me wonder what to do. The father said, "We have heard about that book, too!" ”

I was more surprised and blamed myself.

My father no longer talked about me, but sighed and said, "Life is inevitably difficult, Dad doesn't care what you do outside or what you go through." But Dad, as long as you promise to leave Xiaoqing, you can't leave Wanyu again. This year's Spring Festival, bring her back. ”

I nodded, humming softly. The father said, "Go and get busy!" ”

My eyes were a little moist, and I listened to the voice on the other side of the phone, and I didn't see my father put down the phone for a long time. I knew that my father was waiting for me to let go, and I would have been merciless in the past, but today I kind of wanted to hear my father's voice. A few minutes later, my father said on the phone, "Why are you still there?" ”

I said, "I want to hear from you." ”

Suddenly there was a low cry on the other side of the phone!

It's the mother.

The father's voice suddenly became quieter, and he said in the mother's ear, "Why are you crying, it's not like my son won't come back." ”

"It hurts me to hear him suffer outside." Mother said anxiously.

I didn't know how to feel on the phone, I didn't sleep day after night, but I suddenly felt very happy in my heart, and I was moved to drive the joy. I sighed and said on the phone, "Mom, I'll go back for the Spring Festival." ”

"Hmm!" Mom snorted heavily.

I talked to my parents on the phone for a while, and my parents were just about to put down the phone. I suddenly remembered a person, and I remember coming home one year. The villagers brought a child, who claimed to have written a book called the day, and I remember the pen name very clearly, called two big steamed buns.

Don't!

Wait a minute!

I suddenly realized something.

I hurriedly asked my mother: "Mom, is there a child in the village who is writing a novel, and what are the pen names of two big steamed buns!" ”

When my mother saw me suddenly talking about this, she was a little puzzled and said, "How do you say this?" ”

"What is this kid doing now?" I asked anxiously.

My mother sighed and said, "You said Longlong! He wrote novels and wrote about demons, he had a brain problem last year, and now he is in a mental hospital in Zhengzhou! This kid keeps talking about the economy, the future, the world, and the value of life all day long. Anyway, he just said something that we didn't understand, but unfortunately he couldn't eat every day. Later, his network cable was cut. And then it went crazy! ”

I gasped, a little helpless.

After asking my mother some questions in detail, I put down the phone.

Let me carefully interrogate these two big steamed buns, only to know that this kid is not restless in the mental hospital. Every day, I gave a speech to the dean, saying that there was a problem with the system of the psychiatric hospital and that it needed to be reformed. There should be two deans who will give speeches on the welfare of patients. There is a general election every year, and one dean cannot be left to decide everything. I sighed, if he had been born abroad, he would have been a political genius.

It's a pity that he is a psychopath at home.

……

I don't know, under my desk at home. There was a small locker with a thick stack of manuscript paper in it. At the top of the manuscript paper, there is a title called: The Life Record of the Bad Guy.

There is a signature underneath, saying that I have two big steamed buns.