Chapter 429 A is up

Chapter 429 A is up

Chapter 429 A is up

The decoration in the house seems to be similar to that of a few years ago.

But Gu Lu’s memory is not that good, it’s just a feeling.

"Don't you want to eat hotpot? Come on, I'll treat you." Gu Lu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his mouth spoke faster than his brain.

"We just had hotpot yesterday." Zhou Lin shook her head. "Eating hotpot every day will make you get irritated. Then drink this."

As he spoke, Zhou Lin took out a can of Wanglaoji from the refrigerator and handed it to Gu Lu.

The girl with extraordinary strength has a habit of buying a lot of snacks and drinks. It would be even better if the refrigerator is filled with food. In her words, just looking at it is satisfying.

However, I'm only back for a few days during the National Day holiday, so there are not many things in the refrigerator.

This set of actions also represents that Zhou Lin's emotions have eased. People with too good psychological adjustment ability are difficult to comfort.

The crying child gets the milk, which is reasonable in a sense. Just like now, after Zhou Lin handed Gu Lu the drink, she went to the bathroom and appeared again two or three minutes later. Except that she was not wearing any makeup (usually she would wear light makeup), she did not look depressed.

At this moment, when Gu Lu wanted to say something comforting, it seemed... too late.

"The main thing is that there is nothing that can't be solved by a hot pot meal. If there is, then we can have two meals." Gu Lu said, "It's good that nothing is wrong. Have a good rest today and go back to Sijiu City tomorrow."

"No problem!" Zhou Lin agreed immediately.

The two talked and laughed, chatting about random things.

Gu Lu knew that he should ask the other party directly at this moment. But he didn't know whether this was a good idea or not...

He always has too many thoughts in his mind, it was like this before and it is like this now.

After a while, the takeaway arrived.

Gu Lu stayed for a while until beautiful fire clouds appeared outside the window. I still remember that there was a text called "Fire Clouds" in elementary school. It was written by Xiao Hong, the author of "The Biography of Hulan River". There are really many works of famous writers in primary and secondary schools, and Gu Lu's articles were also selected. Rounding it off, Gu Lu is equal to a famous writer.

It's time to say goodbye. Gu Lu suddenly stopped at the door and patted his head, as if he had thought of something.

"I've encountered a situation that's quite difficult to decide." Gu Lu said, "My parents - you should know what my relationship with them is like, right?"

"Yeah, I know," Zhou Lin nodded. She should be the second most familiar person of her age to Gu Lu's family. Tang Yuan knew the most, mainly about gender issues.

It is easier for brothers to unload some burdens.

"That irresponsible father wants me to give him money for his retirement. And that irresponsible mother wants my help." Gu Lu said, "What do you think I should do?"

"Well... although this is your family affair, since you asked me, I will also say a few words from my standpoint." While Zhou Lin was speaking, he reached out from the crack of the sofa, took out a rubber band, and tied his hair.

She said, "My personal position is not to give it. Do they deserve it? But if I don't give it, it won't be good to cause a lawsuit. Just give it according to the minimum maintenance standard. What is the minimum maintenance in Fog City?"

Gu Lu couldn't stand at the door either, so he sat back on the sofa.

"Family relationships in East Asia are heavily influenced by Confucian culture, which requires harmony. Even if there is any grievance, one party must swallow it." Zhou Lin said, "Children may not forgive their parents. Similarly, if children are unfilial, parents may not forgive their children. This is my opinion. Basic alimony, plus staying away from them as much as possible, this is my advice."

Zhou Lin is really strong mentally. Generally speaking, when she gets involved in other people's family affairs, she either tries to reconcile them or gives ambiguous advice. It's very good that she directly says she won't forgive.

In fact, Zhou Lin not only said this, she also did it herself.

"It's similar to what I think." Gu Lu said, "Perhaps rather than asking for advice, I would rather hear similar opinions from others."

"Be sure!" Zhou Lin concluded.

"Yes, that's right." Gu Lu nodded, and suddenly changed the subject, "Maybe Grandma Qin's matter is your family matter, and you didn't ask me, but I still don't want to see you trapped in the past. The dead don't want us to forget the past, and life should always look forward."

"..." Zhou Lin hesitated for a long time. After a few seconds, the smile on his face changed from bright to stiff, and finally disappeared into his eyes.

"Gurgle," Zhou Lin shouted.

"Eh?" Gu Lu indicated he was there.

"I'm sorry, I was not honest just now. I didn't go to the airport this afternoon, not because I forgot. It was because I wanted to make myself some hezha for lunch, but the taste was nothing like my grandma's." Zhou Lin's voice was trembling.

Zhou Lin’s grandmother married and moved to Sichuan and Chongqing from Dayong, and Hezha is also a famous dish of the ethnic minorities there.

It seemed like he had misunderstood. Gu Lu didn't say anything, waiting to hear Zhou Lin's follow-up.

"After my parents divorced, I have been living with my grandmother. My father only paid more attention to me when I achieved excellent grades. I discovered this after I graduated from the third year of junior high school," said Zhou Lin.

No wonder her junior high school grades were only around the top 30 in the grade; it turned out she really didn’t work hard enough.

"But I don't feel that I was unhappy when I was a child. I felt that I had a very good childhood with my grandma," Zhou Lin said. "Although my grandma has passed away, I think she is still living in my heart. I think I will definitely remember my grandma forever."

"But I forgot, and I found that I had forgotten." Zhou Lin said that he pronounced the word "forgot" particularly heavily, as if he wanted to hit himself with these two words.

"In the first one or two years, I remembered everything about my grandma, her appearance, and what she often said. When I returned home, I seemed to be able to see her in the past," Zhou Lin said. "But... after leaving the foggy city to go to school in another province, I remembered less and less. I felt like I was forgetting my grandma. I no longer remember the tone of her voice."

"It's not that I can't get over it or forget it, I'm just afraid that I will completely forget the grandmother who grew up with me." When Zhou Lin said this, she couldn't control her emotions, her voice was trembling, and her tears were like silver beads that had broken off the string.

Afraid that he would forget - Gu Lu's heart trembled, he understood why the first time he only comforted her briefly, and why Zhou Lin's expression was complicated and filled with shame.

But soon, Zhou Lin stopped crying halfway through, like a flood bursting through a dam, as if the TV was suddenly muted, which was very abrupt.

Why is this? Because after her grandmother died, Zhou Lin, who was still a high school student, realized that crying would not solve any problems.

"If you're afraid you'll forget, then write it down," Gu Lu said. "Write down all your thoughts and reluctance. Turn your emotions into words."

"This method is very useful." Gu Lu said, "When you record, your brain's memory will be better, and many things that you can't remember on a normal day will be dug out and filled in with details. Write it down, don't show it to others, just write it for grandma in heaven."

Zhou Lin didn't say anything. She seemed to be considering the feasibility of this approach.

"Hey, I won't hurt you, just try it this way." Gu Lu said. "There are no side effects anyway."

"Hey, no." Zhou Lin suddenly burst into laughter, "Okay, I'll try it later."

"Let's go, second hot pot." Gu Lu walked to the door again, but this time he went out with the super-strong girl. Let's book a flight for tomorrow.

Although I have to stay in the Fog City for one more day, I'd better forget the invitation from the Fog City Publishing House.

The next day, Gu Lu and Zhou Lin returned to Sijiu City. High-speed train tickets are hard to get during holidays, but air tickets are actually not that bad.

After returning, Zhou Lin was also busy. As the first Asian Model United Nations Secretary-General, Zhou Lin had to accept an exclusive interview with the Youth Daily.

"It's really amazing. I do have cheats. People like Zhou Lin and Li Guyuan are truly amazing. Yeah, that's good. With you guys in the country's future, I can feel at ease even if I give up." Gu Lu thought to himself.

The main reason why Gu Lu didn't fly directly to He City was because of one thing. The promotion plan for the new work had come out, and he was going to sign it.

Sign 100 copies in person, then find a representative to sign and print 2000 copies.

A seal is a signature printed on the title page. Although it seems to be useless, the price of the purchase will increase by at least 10 yuan if there is an additional seal.

Of course, these books are for activities.

Recently, Shanghai People's Publishing House has been working overtime frequently, and the reason is Gu Lu.

"The only true god in the publishing industry right now, a book with a sales volume of 50 copies is already a bestseller. But Mr. Gu Lu, the first print run is copies. I really... How many writers dare to print copies for the first print run now?"

“You can count them on one pair of hands.”

"That's an exaggeration. You can clearly count them on one hand."

Nobel Prize winner Peggy is preparing to publish a new book, "Late Bloomer", next year. It will be his first work after winning the Nobel Prize, and the initial print run will be around 20 copies.

Why is Gu Lu the ceiling of bestsellers? This is it.

The two workers at the publishing house were chatting. They spent their own money to buy "grass" at noon because they had to continue working in the afternoon and evening, so they had to eat enough.

To be honest, even though Gu Lu was very busy, they were still quite happy. Because the publishing house had such a pillar of support, the year-end bonus figures would also look better.

The editor who was eating chicken suddenly said, "The Four Famous Detectives on Dangdang.com has stopped updating. It has been two days. It is said that the manuscripts in stock have been used up. The next one, The Duel, will have to wait for a while."

The editor who was eating pork was surprised, "Are you following along? Is it good? I heard it's in the style of Gu Long? I've only heard of people who imitated Jin Yong successfully, like Quan Yong, but is there anyone who can really imitate Gu Long? Even his apprentice Ding Qing can't do it."

The names of the two are too long, so let's use Chicken Editor and Pig Editor as their nicknames, which are consistent with the identities of cows and horses anyway.

"The relationship between Gu Lu and Gu Long... should be the relationship between Jin Yong and Gu Mingdao. They have developed their own styles." Editor Ji immediately took out his mobile phone and downloaded the Dangdang APP.

"Even when it's funny, it has a magical style." Editor Ji gave an example.

[What's your name? Wuqing, what a friendly name.]
[I carry you (cold-blooded) like a hunting dog, great!]
Editor Ji said: "To be honest, most of the current martial arts novels, including those on Douban, hardly have a martial arts flavor, but The Four Famous Constables has a really strong flavor. Even though I think it's long-winded, it's definitely the most martial arts-like martial arts novel in recent years."

Then Editor Ji added two sentences that he particularly liked: "If you don't know how to let go, you will be trapped." "In fact, I regret leaving home too early. When I was a child, I didn't understand the good of home."
The latter sentence is because the character who said this line is too conflicting.

"If you put it that way, I'll definitely take a look." Editor Pig said, "It seems like whatever he writes will be a success."

The two were talking and laughing.

“Hehe, I actually prefer novels like “Urban Heart-Stealing Dragon Claw Hand”. I wonder if Mr. Gu Lu would…” Editor Ji was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"What are you talking about! Teacher Gu is a serious person, how could he write such things? Send this stuff to me quickly and I will review it." said the pig editor.

Readers who know about Heart-stealing Dragon Claw Hand are all quite old, like these two editors. The novel comes from Cuiweiju, the earliest novel website. Later it was transformed into Hwen.com, and things like joining the group for the unabridged version were started by this website. It was shut down in 14.

On the other hand, the update of "The Four" was interrupted...

"You are insulting my innocence with all your strength. What do you mean by suspending updates? It's obviously just a temporary adjustment." There was no other way. Gu Lu was too busy these days.

It’s like he is in a meeting now. You have to know that Gu Lu will definitely push off everything he can, and the things he can’t push off... are more important.

"By the way, did I miss something?" Gu Lu, who was distracted in the meeting, suddenly realized.

He muttered to himself, "I missed it, I missed it."

"Teacher Gu, what have you missed that you keep talking about?"

"Maybe I missed some inspiration. For a writer who publishes two novels (about 200,000 words) and many short stories a year, there must be creative inspiration every day."

"Can you help me get an autograph later? Or help me introduce someone. Mr. Gu Lu's works serialized in People's Literature have given me great inspiration."

Other writers attending the conference came back for Gu Luyuan. Even though they were older than Gu Luyuan, the latter had now entered the stage where "there were great scholars debating scriptures for me".

Moreover, Aimee's short stories have been praised by the country's top literary critic, and there are already people who want to imitate him.

Time flies by amidst the praises...

From the New World is coming soon.

Dangdang.com and China Library Network have put up promotional banners. Of course, Pinxixi, JD.com, and Taobao also have channels, but the brand power of Shanghai People's Publishing House is not enough for the latter three to promote it vigorously.

And Gu Lu’s signature product—seems to be just a little bit short of that.

It's ok.

The slogan put up by Shanghai People's Publishing House is: 2019's year-end masterpiece, presented by Gu Lu!

I don’t know if the slogan was written by a friend from Shandong Province. It’s in the format of an inverted sentence.

Chain brands such as Xinhua Bookstore, Sanlian Bookstore, and Xixifu Bookstore have already posted posters in their stores.

The Sisyphus Bookstore, which has close cooperation with it, even gives away bookmarks.

It spread quickly online and offline.

"Lao Yu, Xiao Gu's book is a popular novel, so don't judge it by the standards of a serious novel." President Jian said to Yu Xinyao. He was really afraid that Yu Xinyao would come here with high hopes but leave disappointed, and write a review with a feeling of loss.

(End of this chapter)