"Spring Can't Fly Butterflies", "Autumn Can't Run White Horses", these are Zhang Jiaze's two novels.

Of course, he remembered it very well, and it was unforgettable.

Even the introduction printed on the poster, he can memorize every word on it.

"Spring Can't Fly Butterflies" is the manuscript he left behind in the Internet café.

It was one of the most heartfelt manuscripts he had ever written in his life. This is the time he recorded his experience working in a restaurant after leaving his wife and children. This novel almost drains his life's experience. Looking back now, although I feel that "Spring Can't Fly Butterflies" is not as mature and rational as the second book "Autumn Can't Run White Horse", its advantages are also obvious: it has a sense of truth and can really move people's hearts through the protagonist's experience.

Flipping through the book, Zhang Jiaze remembered the gray and difficult days in his life, remembered that he lost his manuscript in that Internet café because he was too sleepy and slept too much, and remembered his trek in the rain...... Now, he can be sure that every word in the book comes from his hand.

It's just that the author of this book has been signed as "Gong Cheng". Zhang Jiaze was like a basin of cold water poured on his head, and on the folding page of this book, a photo of this person named "Gong Cheng" was clearly printed. In the photo, this person is standing on the seashore, looking at the endless blue sea, a picture of worrying about the country and the people, and the age of this person is probably in his 30s.

Zhang Jiaze didn't know what happened that night at the Internet café, but one thing was certain: the manuscript he lost was in the hands of this person named Gong Cheng, and then Gong Chengcheng took the manuscript for himself, and now it is a great success, and the book has occupied the position of the best-selling lists.

This feeling is as if someone has stolen an important organ in your body. Zhang Jiaze felt that his whole person had been emptied.

From excitement to anger, Zhang Jiaze's emotions are like a roller coaster.

If it weren't for the loss, now, the person of the scenery would be him.

No, you must not allow your work to be plagiarized like this. He's going to fight for it, he's going to announce to the world that this book is his child!

Zhang Jiaze held the book calmly, as if he was holding his own child, but the medical evaluation results showed that the child was not his, but Lao Wang's next door.

This feeling is ridiculous.

If he hadn't experienced it himself, who would have understood the pain in his heart at this time?

Zhang Jiaze just looked at the book blankly, it was a cover, and he had been reading it for three hours.

For these three hours, he remained motionless, like an old monk in his meditation.

In the end, he took out the money to buy a copy.

Even if the name is signed by someone else, it's a refreshing feeling to watch the words you write become pencil characters.

Just when he finished paying from the cashier, took the book and was about to turn around and leave, the cashier girl handed him a DM slip, Zhang Jiaze took it and looked at it, only to see that the leaflet read:

"The cutting-edge best-selling author Gong Cheng will be a guest at our store at 3 p.m. on Sunday to sign books and welcome readers to visit."

On the leaflet, there are photos of Gong Cheng's scenery, as well as a three-dimensional cover picture of the book.

Seeing this leaflet, Zhang Jiaze decided to wait here until 3 o'clock on Sunday afternoon, he wanted to see for himself, what kind of helplessness is this person who has plagiarized other people's achievements? What kind of face does such a big plagiarism have with peace of mind?

Moreover, he has a hope of victory, to declare to the world, to make a name for himself, and then to take back what belongs to him.

Today is Saturday and there is also a need to stay in the neighborhood for one night until tomorrow at 3pm when the new book signing begins.

By the time he walked out of the bookstore with the book he had written but signed with someone else's name, it was nearly evening.

Zhang Jiaze was shocked, and then remembered that he was going to take a car back to his hometown.

He hurriedly took out the ticket from his trouser pocket, looked at the time again, and realized that the car he planned to take had driven away more than three hours ago.

Zhang Jiaze had no choice but to decide to stay near this bookstore for one night.

The next day was destined to be an extraordinary day.