Yang Min didn't know how she got here these days. Even when she walked, she felt like she was stepping on clouds. When one day at noon, when his son came back and dragged him to sign a contract, he was so excited that he didn't even know what to say. He almost embarrassed himself in front of the fat leader of the publishing house. Just thinking about his son really When those manuscripts were turned into type, I couldn't help but want to cry. This woman who didn't have much ambition felt that her life had not been in vain. But in the next few days, whenever she passed by the Xinhua Bookstore before going to work and found that few people paid attention to the stack of "Those Things in the Song Dynasty" placed in the most conspicuous position, she couldn't help but feel panic - don't look at her He usually looks shrewd and aggressive, but at his core, he is still a simple and ordinary person. He always feels that if this book cannot be sold after receiving so much money, wouldn't it be a scam? Yang Yi smiled every time he saw his mother's appearance of the emperor not being anxious and the eunuchs being anxious. In this era, the book market is far from the concept of hype, and even some of the effective publicity methods of later generations are not clear. Naturally It needs to be sold slowly, this is not a one-time deal. "Don't worry, tomorrow is the first Sunday of the official summer vacation. Then you will know how popular it is!" Yang Yi's words made Yang Min let go of her worries a little, and she stopped scolding her son. Even she herself didn't realize that since her son cleared his name at school in front of the whole school a month ago, and now he has published a book, the status of the family has improved a lot, and she can listen to many words. … The first weekend in July, as far back as 1997, various cram schools and training classes during the summer vacation were far from as common as in later generations, and the only places parents were most willing to take their children were probably Xinhua Bookstore. Xue Haiqing, the old principal of No. 3 Middle School, was temporarily acting as a nanny and holiday teacher, and came to Xinhua Bookstore with a grandson and a granddaughter. "Lingzi, Teng'er, go over there and read, don't run around, grandpa will come to find you later." Grandson Xue Lingzi and granddaughter Song Teng'er are both in the fifth grade of elementary school, but because of their family background, they are not like this Children of this age are so restless that they can't stop. Instead, they trot towards the children's bookcase with ease. As for the old man, he usually collects some old books in the shop next to Xinhua Bookstore, and does not come back until dinner time to ask his two grandchildren to go home with him. This is the old practice of the three of them. But today the old principal was sensitively aware of something strange. Although it was a weekend during the summer vacation, there were too many people, and they were all crowded in front of a bookshelf. There was even a long queue in front of the counter, waiting. Keep paying. Old children, old children, like all the old people who come here to have fun, Xue Haiqing also came over with some curiosity. For an old intellectual who has worked in the education line all his life, he can disdain to see other excitement. But there are so many wonders in the bookstore. If you don't go and see what's going on, you won't have the energy to go shopping for ancient books all morning. "What are you doing here? This is not a book for your children to read!" A mother was led hurriedly by her child to the bookshelf where everyone was gathered. There seemed to be dissatisfaction on her face, but in this quiet place In this atmosphere, it was not easy to teach my children with an open voice, so I had to lower my face and prepare to turn to the students' reading materials. Her son, who seemed to be in junior high school, gave up immediately and took another photo. There were more than twenty people around him, but they were all immersed in the almost sacred sense of tranquility in the world in the book, and did not dare to show off their usual playful tricks. Sarai's trick was just to look like he was about to cry and hum in a low voice: "Mom, please read it before talking. This is the book I read at Yang Yang's house. The teachers who taught Yang Yang all said it was a good book. "Seeing her son grab a book from the few remaining books and not wanting to let go, the middle-aged mother was a little sulky, but she could only pull it out helplessly: "What book is so good? Tell me, your father is still blaming me for the Dragon Balls he bought for you last time, but don’t think about me spending money to buy these messy things again!” Then he opened the book and flipped through two pages casually, but he just looked at it. Forgetting his purpose, he subconsciously changed to a more comfortable position, leaning against the bookshelf and reading, sometimes with a serious face, sometimes with a hint of joyful smile. And his son also took out another book early. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Seeing the appearance of the mother and son, Xue Haiqing became even more curious. After seeing the cover of the book clearly, he picked out one of the two or three remaining books and opened it with great care. Once he opened it, the old man who had been dealing with books all his life could no longer take his eyes away. … … Today is Saturday, but for Jiang Jianmo, it is not much different from a normal day. The only difference is that the office location has been changed to his home in the municipal party committee compound. I stood up from the piles of documents, and when I arrived in the living room, I found that the garbage bags in the wastebasket were full of garbage, and the nanny Aunt Huang was busy in the kitchen, preparing lunch for several children of relatives and friends who came to play. . So the secretary twisted up the garbage bag and went out. He was very easy-going and didn't seem to be a bit condescending. I hurriedly walked back and forth along the shade of the magnolia tree. When I turned around, I bumped into Lao Chen from the office. This man was a transferred cadre from the army. Because of his style of conduct and temper, he was not quite on the same page as Jiang Jianmo, but he always encountered problems. But he was able to speak impartially, which was quite commendable to Jiang Jianmo. However, this usually serious and capable person looked like a hurried and embarrassed person at this time. It seemed that Yan Zhihu in his family had given some top instructions, which made the secretary smile in his heart: "Old Chen, I'm almost ready to eat." "Go out?" "Hey, that old woman at home!" When his wife was not around, the man who had retired from the army was very stubborn: "Isn't it just a broken book? That kid at home saw it when he came back. "I'm clamoring to buy it, isn't it after all, it's for learning, can't I wrong the child?" Jiang Jianmo was a little surprised. Lao Chen's family is also a housewife who is always clamoring for books. Today, he is clamoring to buy books. A piece of news in the municipal party committee compound! So he asked curiously: "What book is so good? I also bought a copy for my family." "I heard that guy said it was some kind of history book, "Things in the Song Dynasty" or something like that!" Old Chen wiped his forehead. I broke out in sweat and laughed: "Why don't I buy it now? I can bring a copy to your family." "Well, the Secretary was stunned for a moment when he heard the title of the book, and then he smiled bitterly in his heart, and said But he declined and said: "That's no need. My family has already read this book!" Indeed, he has read it. Maybe his daughter is the first reader of this book! However, although I expected that this book would be known and read by many people, I did not expect that it would happen so quickly. So I thought about that calm and reserved young man again. Shouldn’t I be too wary of him? When he got home, a group of children were already at the dinner table, waiting for him, and his daughter was obviously the focus of this group of children. The boy with two old friends, although he said hello to himself repeatedly, his eyes were just blank. I left that gentle and elegant girl for just a moment. This made Jiang Jianmo feel a sense of unparalleled pride, so he smiled and murmured to Jiang: "Nunnan, your Uncle Chen's son actually likes to watch "Those Things in the Song Dynasty"." This opened the topic. There were two or three boys who didn't dare to be too casual because of Jiang Jianmo. When the secretary took the initiative to mention it, he immediately responded with a very expressive attitude: "I know this book. I bought it when it was first published. Really It's very good, Jiang Nan, you can go and read it." Another girl from a relative's family agreed: "Yes, my dad also said that this book is quite interesting." And one of the boys who was the leader seemed to express himself. He smiled and shook his head and said, "Really? But I think this book is just like that. I make a living by making jokes and making people laugh. I really don't see any good in it." At this moment, he completely forgot that he had read this book for the first time. That kind of investment. Without the slightest hint of recruitment, Jiang Nan, who was originally smiling gently, frowned. Although he returned to his unfazed appearance after a moment, when he occasionally met the boy's earnest gaze, his eyes were obviously distant. That boy who didn’t know where he was at this moment, the boy who had smoked cigarettes with her under the dark blue twilight, listening to the wind and the chirping of insects, was the only boy who could share little secrets with her! There were also those earth-shaking miraculous changes that had happened to him, and his clean face when he occasionally smiled at herself, which constituted her reason to defend him at the moment. "It's so superficial!" Jiang Jianmo went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and everyone present heard Jiang Nan's comment, and they were all horrified. The steam rising from the food on the table made the surrounding atmosphere particularly stagnant. The boy who was proudly applauding him for his uniqueness suddenly changed his face and looked at the girl opposite him with disbelief. Who has heard Miss Jiang say such serious words before? "Those Things in the Song Dynasty" sold like crazy, and the editor-in-chief of Yuezhou People's Publishing House was going crazy, especially after hearing Gregory in the office say that this book was originally submitted to his own publishing house. . "Old Li! This matter" The editor-in-chief hesitated to speak. Opposite him, Old Master Li, was the initiator of rejecting the submission for this book, but with his age and seniority listed here, it was hard for him to say too seriously. He said: "Why couldn't you think more about it at that time? Why didn't you do it because you were young?"?You are too young to write a book? " "How is he young? His book is clearly not serious! "To be honest, the old man also felt a little regretful, but this kind of old man is the most old-fashioned, and secondly, he wants to save face. How can he admit that he made a mistake in front of everyone in the unit. "Why do you call it unserious? An old comrade of mine, from the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee, praised this book to me all day long. He also said that many leaders bought this book for their children, and even the leaders could not read serious books? "The editor-in-chief was so angry that he really wanted to bite this old man in his mouth. "The leader won't make mistakes? Leader" Old man Li still spoke harshly, which made the editor-in-chief, who had originally planned to just say a few words to relieve his anger, suddenly became angry: "Do you always feel that the work of the publishing house is too tiring? I can grant you two months' leave! " "When did I ask for leave? I'm in great health and I can still work for another twenty years! Old Master Li stood up angrily: "We are the People's Publishing House, not the Money Publishing House!" ” … This dispute in the editor-in-chief’s office spread throughout the entire society at an extremely fast speed. Some people who thought that Mr. Li was relying on his old age were waiting to see his joke, but they didn’t know that this old man was in the Xinhua Bookstore at the moment, with a look on his face. I read "Song Dynasty" with disdain and reluctance to let it go. When the bookstore closed, I finally reluctantly paid for it and bought a copy.