After going to work in the afternoon, Geng Wenyang found an opportunity to pull Zhuang Fujin to a secluded corner and discussed: "Uncle Zhuang, I have a friend who wrote a book and wanted our factory to help print it." The miniature version of the paperback book doesn't need to be too beautiful, how much does it cost? ”

The street printing factory often undertakes some private work behind the scenes, and by the way, it seeks some additional benefits for the employees, so Zhuang Fujin is not excluded from this kind of profitable business.

He thought for a while and said, "How many words do you have to read, generally 32 open and less than 200,000 words, printing 1,000 copies at a time will be about 2,000 and a half." ”

Two thousand five hundred dollars!? Geng Wenyang was stunned, it wasn't worth so much money if he sold him.

His head sweated anxiously and said, "Can you ...... Pay a deposit first? ”

"At least half of it first!" Zhuang Fujin said: "When you come to pick up the book, you will pay the remaining half!" ”

He couldn't take out half of it, Geng Wenyang said tentatively: "Is it okay to print less?" ”

"Okay!" Zhuang Fujin said: "At least not less than 500 copies, otherwise it is not worth the effort to typeset, and the cost of spreading into each book is also high." ”

500 books cost at least 1,250 yuan, Geng Wenyang couldn't help but touch his deflated pockets, after a year and a half of work, he saved 400 yuan, but the result was less than one-third of the money needed.

If you want to print a book, you have to find someone to borrow money, but who to borrow?

Parents are absolutely impossible.

Geng Huizhong and Li Yufen are both ordinary workers in state-owned factories, and they are terrible in their daily lives, and they are reluctant to take out the savings they have accumulated from between their teeth for their son's printing.

What to do? Geng Wenyang's head was a lot bigger, but he didn't come up with a good way.

When he had no clue, his heart suddenly moved: "Why don't you go to Sister Xiaomeng for help?" She has been working for two years and should have some spare money on hand. ”

After returning home for dinner in the evening, Geng Wenyang put more than 20 pages of the first draft in his pocket and came to Zhuang Fujin's house as a pretend.

As soon as he entered the door, Geng Wenyang first called out sweetly to Zhuang Fujin and his wife Zhang Minhua: "Uncle Zhuang! Aunt Zhuang! ”

Zhuang Fujin's family had just finished eating, and his wife Zhang Minhua was busy cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and he was about to turn on the TV to watch his favorite series. Seeing Geng Wenyang suddenly come to the door, Zhuang Fujin couldn't help but be a little strange: "Yangyang, do you have something to do with me?" ”

"Nope! I have something to do with Sister Xiaomeng. Geng Wenyang nodded and said.

Zhuang Xiaomeng was tidying up his makeup in front of the big mirror in the hall, and when he heard this, he turned his head and glanced at him and said, "Are you looking for me?" I'm just going out, I'll talk about it when I get back. ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Geng Wenyang saw that the bottom end of her thin Shi Fandai was beautiful and attractive, and he only felt a little itchy in his heart, and the ghost sent a god to say: "Sister Xiaomeng, where are you going so late?" ”

Zhuang Xiaomeng grinned and said, "There are still a lot of things that children take care of?" ”

Zhang Minhua said on the side: "A colleague introduced a partner to your sister, and I will go to the People's Theater to meet in a while." ”

Who is introduced? Geng Wenyang couldn't help laughing and said, "Sister Xiaomeng is so old, do you need to be in such a hurry to find a partner?" ”

"You know what?" Zhuang Xiaomeng grabbed his small bag and said as he walked out: "I will be twenty in two years, how can I still be a child like you, I know how to play." ”

"You're a kid!" Geng Wenyang muttered to himself in his heart, but he didn't have any reason to stop people's dates, so he could only watch Zhuang Xiaomeng push Kunche out of the courtyard.

"I can't blame it!" Geng Wenyang apologized to the poor soul who squeezed away: "I can't care if Sister Xiaomeng finds a partner, if it happens, we can only go with the flow!" ”

After returning home in a huff, Geng Wenyang locked himself in the house and continued to write. Once he enters the realm of selflessness, he is not aware of the movement of the outside world, and he has forgotten everything when he is immersed in the world of martial arts.

Zhuang Xiaomeng, who came back from a blind date, did not miss the appointment, and he did not return home to find Geng Wenyang first. When she pushed open the door of the inner room, she was surprised to find what Geng Wenyang was writing on the table, and couldn't help asking, "Yangyang, what are you writing?" ”

Sister Xiaomeng shouted, Geng Wenyang finally came back to his senses, turned his head and smiled: "Sister Xiaomeng, you came back so soon?" ”

Zhuang Xiaomeng pursed his mouth, raised his arm and pointed to the watch on Hao's wrist and said, "It's almost nine o'clock, if I don't come back, my parents have to scold me to death!" ”

"How's the person you met today? Is it still eye-catching? Geng Wenyang was very concerned.

"Oh...... How so? Zhuang Xiaomeng twisted his waist and sat on the edge of the kang, flashing his big eyes and said: "A clerk of the Transportation Bureau, who looks good and is quite tall, just can't speak." ”

The impression left by the other party was not good, Geng Wenyang was relieved, took the stack of manuscripts on the table and said, "Sister, I wrote something, please help me take a look." ”

"You still write? What is written? Zhuang Xiaomeng took the manuscript paper in disbelief and said: "In the past, you used to ask me to help you write an essay, but now why do you still learn to write?" ”

"You can take a look first, and then you can see." Geng Wenyang pointed to the manuscript and urged.

Zhuang Xiaomeng took the manuscript and took a closer look, and just read two sentences, he couldn't help but say: "Hey......".

"This is what you wrote? It can't be copied, right? Zhuang Xiaomeng tapped the manuscript with his hand and said with suspicion.

Geng Wenyang said sincerely: "Sister, I really wrote it." Take a look and help me with some advice. ”

"You wrote that? How can it be? Zhuang Xiaomeng still refused to believe it, and said while reading the manuscript: "The handwriting is yours, but this writing is ...... It doesn't look like you can write it. ”

"Shibei should be impressed in three days." Geng Wenyang patted his belly and said: "I have found a lot of books to read during this time, and now I have a little cultural knowledge in my stomach." ”

"Oh?" Zhuang Xiaomeng looked him up and down a few times and said, "Okay, let me ask you, what is the meaning of the name my father gave me?" ”

On the first few blind dates, Zhuang Xiaomeng asked this question with the blind date who looked pleasing to the eye, and the answers were varied. Some say it's a morning dream, some say it's like to dream, and some people say it's fashionable and romantic, and Zhuang Xiaomeng only feels funny when he hears it.

Now the little brother in front of her, who grew up together, suddenly picked up the book for the first time, and she suspected that this guy was pretending.

Geng Wenyang smiled faintly and said, "This question is too simple. There is a sentence in the poem "Jin Se" written by Li Shangyin: Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. That's where your name comes from. ”

Geng Wenyang, who has always been stupid, suddenly opened his mind, and even memorized ancient poems. Zhuang Xiaomeng was immediately stunned, and it took a long time before he said: "Many people know this poem, and it is not unusual for you to memorize it." Tell me where the allusion comes from? ”

Zhuang Shengxiao's dream of butterflies is quoted as an allusion to Zhuang Zhoumeng's butterfly in "Zhuangzi", and Li Shangyin quotes here, in fact, it is to sigh that life is like a dream, and the past is like smoke. I estimate that Uncle Zhuang encountered some troubles when you were born, so I named you Xiaomeng. ”

Geng Wenyang talked eloquently, and Zhuang Xiaomeng listened stupidly directly: "My good girl!" Didn't Yang Yangmo open his eyes? Why did they suddenly become so powerful? ”