I saw the name of Zhejiang Literature and Art Publishing House printed on the back cover, and I couldn't help but be speechless for a long time, and finally reacted, so I asked Guo Ming: "This book can't be yours, right?"

Guo Ming laughed again, and said What, doesn't it look like I came out?

I said I can't see it, how can Zhejiang Literature and Art Publishing House also have such a book?

"Are you weird?" He looked at me and said.

I opened my mouth, I didn't know what to say. Cai Xiaohong also sat there stupidly, holding the two books in a daze.

After a while, I saw that Guo Ming was still there indifferently pouring tea for us, so I asked, "Mr. Guo, are you a bookseller?"

Guo Ming nodded and said, "I don't dare to be a teacher, but I am indeed a bookseller and an editor of a publishing house." You may not know that there is such a thing as selling book numbers in this world. I got the book number, found some college students to make up some romance letters, and then found the worst township printing house to produce these books, try to reduce the cost, and then through various channels, whether formal or informal, sell the books to make a profit, it's as simple as that. ”

Cai Xiaohong finally couldn't help but speak: "Teacher Guo, is such a book really easy to sell?"

Guo Ming showed a cynical smile on his face and said: "At the gate of any middle school, such books are the most popular books for girls. ”

I took a closer look at the cover and title page, and then I realized that, first, the author of this book is named Qiongju, and second, the editor in charge of this book is called Huixin.

"Huixin is me." Guo Ming said calmly. "As for the author, it is the crystallization of collective wisdom, and there is no such thing as Qiongju. Books like this, like the products on the production line, are produced by many literary youths according to the process. ”

Cai Xiaohong shook her head and said that she couldn't believe that literary works could be produced like this, just like producing a cup?

From this, I think that if later generations of online literary writers also use the production assembly line writing method, they can also "produce" more fantasy novels or time-traveling novels, and the productivity and profit margin can be greatly improved.

When I say this, I really treat literature as a real commodity, as a water glass, and the only drawback is that it is no longer like literature, because it has no individuality but commonality, and it will become the same.

Guo Ming nodded in agreement, and then said, "Do you think most people's dreams are not the same?" Don't you think most girls' dreams of Prince Charming are the same?"

It dawned on me that I had a sense of empowerment. I said that it seems that no matter what the name of such a novel is, no matter how the content is slightly adjusted, no matter who the author is, it doesn't matter to those girls, it is a hallucinogen, no matter what the name of the drug is, it is essentially the same.

Guo Ming clapped his hands and said: "So smart, I said it earlier, your thinking ability has long surpassed that of a nineteen-year-old boy." ”

I noticed that Cai Xiaohong's expression was very unnatural, and there seemed to be a hint of disgust passing through her eyes, and she put the book down and said, "Not every girl is like this. ”

Guo Ming said to her seriously: "Yes, not every girl is like this, so there is another kind of literature, that is, literature that is sincere, faces reality, and is faithful to inner feelings." ”

However, he smiled cynically and sarcastically, saying, "It's been a long time since I've written something that sincere." ”

We chatted for more than two hours on Guo Ming's Nepalese carpet, and Guo Ming promised to help me connect with the first-line booksellers he was familiar with, where I could get the lowest price books, whether it was the English or Taiwanese editions of the Hong Kong edition, or the low-level romance books with the book numbers of regular publishers, all at the lowest price, and I could make the most profits.

Guo Ming told me that I originally wanted me to help him compile a few such romance books, as long as I found a few students whose writing was still passable, and made it all the way according to the pre-arranged plot routine, which was mixed with some slightly sexy and provocative descriptions, but not "best yellow", and it could be written in a month or two. But now he doesn't want me to do such a thing, he wants to be friends with me, and he wants us to be really good friends, not between the bookseller and the bookstall owner, or between the production line supervisor and the factory owner.

I am very grateful to Guo Ming, this is a sincere thank you from the heart, he has taught me many things that I will not understand in 20 years. He also let me know that deep down in his heart, there are still literary dreams buried in the past, and those literary dreams have nothing to do with booksellers, profits, and assembly lines.

Perhaps, as the de facto small owner of Wenxin Bookstore, I also have such a literary dream in my heart.

On the way back, Cai Xiaohong was still sitting behind me, and I rode very slowly, leisurely on the brightly lit West Huancheng Road. It was late at night, and there was no police officer to warn us not to ride with people. Heaven and earth seem to be very cold, and they seem to be very free. This is a real freedom, as long as I have the strength, I can always carry Xiaohong, ride a bicycle, and go wherever I like.

Suddenly, Cai Xiaohong called me in a low voice behind me, and then said: "Zhou Xu, I don't like to treat literature as a commodity, since I started writing novels, essays, and even essays, she is my good friend, really like my best friend, when my dad left, when my sister was sick and lying on the bed and couldn't move, when my mom cried, she would comfort me, always by my side, when I thought of her, she would appear in front of me, comfort me and accompany me." So, she's not a commodity, she's a good friend of mine. ”

When I heard such emotional and touching words, I simply stopped the car and said, "Xiaohong, people are different, so literature is a placebo for the soul, which is true, but everyone's definition of comfort is different." I think that whether it is commoditized literature or purely private literature, it has its survival value. ”

Cai Xiaohong said: "Teacher Guo said that your thinking has surpassed that of your peers, and he is very right. You don't look like people our age. ”

I said, "Do you praise me or hurt me?"

Cai Xiaohong said slowly, I can't see through you.

As soon as Children's Day passed, the English level 4 test was ushered in, and God bless me for scoring 61 points. After the exam, Li Yun immediately invited me to eat wildly, and she also deliberately changed into a princess dress that day, which should be said to be a trendy skirt of that era.

Li Yun was very happy, made an exception and drank half a bottle of beer, and then said to me: "I'm so happy, you said, you have to stay with me forever and never leave a single step." ”

I said I had to take a few steps away now because I had to go to the bathroom.

Li Yun said angrily: "People are talking seriously, you are talking nonsense." I immediately said solemnly, "My heart will never leave yours." ”

Li Yun immediately asked, "What about your body?"

"My body is going to the toilet now." I smiled.

Du Qing and Chen Yifan are about to graduate, and June is their last time in school. The Literary Society held a farewell party for them, presumably this is also the tradition of the Literary Society, metabolism is always inevitable, the older generation of revolutionaries is about to take a curtain call, the new generation is going to work, and in the blink of an eye we are almost not new but fritters.

The day before the farewell party, Du Qing once asked me if I wanted to be the president of the Literary Society, and I said that the president of the Literary Society was elected by the Zen concession system instead of the democratic direct election system?

Du Qingleng was stunned for a long time, maybe he didn't expect this problem. Then he smiled and said that the position of the president of the literary club is really Zen, as long as the previous president proposes a candidate for the next president, and then reports for approval to the club center for the record.

I touched my head and said, "I don't think I can be the president, you see I'm too late to toss Wenxin Bookstore now." Moreover, I can't do any work with long characters, whether it's the squad leader or the president. ”

Du Qing smiled and said, "It's okay, don't you think I'm fooling around as the president?"

I said: "I can't compare with you, you have appeal and affinity, by the way, Du Qing, although I am not suitable to be the president of the literary club, but I have a candidate to recommend to you, she has a strong sense of responsibility, she is also very careful and thoughtful, she is more enthusiastic and capable than me, and she is at least more suitable than me to be the president." ”

Du Qing had a good understanding in his heart, and said tentatively: "You're talking about Bao Lina." She hasn't been to the literary club for several times, and I haven't seen her for a long time, and I was just going to ask you, you live in a dormitory with her, haven't you contacted her?"

I said that I hadn't seen her recently, and that she seemed to have a problem with me, and that she was so upset to see me.

Du Qing smiled meaningfully and said, "Zhou Xu, you kid will pretend to be nonsense!"

At the farewell party, almost all the members of the literary club arrived, and Bao Lina, who hadn't shown up for a long time, also came, although she wore a red and white sportswear with a ponytail in a low-key manner, I still saw her at a glance, I think her image is particularly cute, and the petite and delicate Bao Lina is quite suitable for wearing this kind of bright sportswear.

Li Yun and I came to Du Qing first and spoke for a while, which was nothing more than to express our feelings of attachment and farewell. From Li Yun's point of view, her love with me can be said to have started from the Literary Society. Then I sent Du Qing a book, a Taiwanese version of Neruda's poems, which was the best pirated book I had brought in from Guo Ming. Du Qing took the book and looked at it over and over again, couldn't help but be overjoyed, and said thank you repeatedly. He is a native of Shengzhou, working as an editorial reporter at Shengzhou Radio, and he asked the two of us to find a time to go to Shengzhou to play, and he will take us to the famous Yanxi to watch the sunrise and drink rice wine.

After that, we also said goodbye to Chen Yifan, this time Du Qing and Chen Yifan will be assigned to the unit of their place of origin, and coincidentally, both of them will become local radio reporters. These two people really have a common language, and even the ending and fortune are so harmonious. Our gift to Chen Yifan is also a set of Taiwanese versions of a collection of absurd novels.

Bao Lina found the most inconspicuous corner and sat down, but the clothes she was wearing were too bright, like a cute little parrot, so I quickly identified her direction, and then whispered to Li Yun, I'll go and say a few words to Bao Lina, do you have no opinion?

Li Yun glanced at me and said, you can go if you go, anyway, you are not allowed to go out of the school with others tonight, and you are not allowed to send others back to the dormitory.

I readily said yes and walked straight in front of Bao Lina.