Chapter 159 is on sale
Ding!
In the darkness, the phone screen lit up for a moment, and there was a message.
A hand reaches out and picks up the phone.
Click!
Turn on your phone.
Liu Tao was bubbling in the group: "Everyone, "Murder on the Orient Express" is available worldwide! Buy it quickly and check your homework tonight. I can brag about it to the big devil, the first printing of 100,000 copies!"
Liu Tao: Believe me, it is a classic of mystery novels! The ending is definitely beyond your expectations. It will not only make you think about it for a long time, but also make you think involuntarily!
Liu Tao: This is a book that is absolutely shocking and makes you burst into tears. For Justice——
Liu Tao: No, please give me a reaction! !
Xu Guangzheng: Brother, look at the time. It’s five o’clock now. Why don’t you buy a **** book?
Big Beard: I just fell asleep and woke you up again.
Xu Guangzheng: Bearded man, why is the nightlife so rich?
Bearded man: That’s not true. A man is still a boy until he is old. He fights in the field until dawn. After the pressure is released, he returns as light as—
Mr. Orange: Fishing is fishing, air force is air force, don’t say it so harshly, okay?
Liu Tao: Don’t interrupt! "Murder on the Orient Express" -
Mrs. Orange: Are you filled with tears again? The dogs don’t even look!
Liu Tao:…
Mr. Orange: These days, I have been making tear-jerking ads about my husband. I get angry when I see someone with tears in my eyes. You are such a wicked person!
Liu Tao: Mainly reasoning, not really tear-jerking.
Sister Chen: I bear witness!
Xu Guangzheng: But it affects the couple’s life—
Message withdrawn.
Mr. Chengzi, Mrs. Chengzi, Big Beard, Liu Tao and Mrs. Liu:…
Xu Guangzheng: Ahem, Lao Chen, you are close to the bookstore. Remember to bring us two books.
Mr. Orange: For the sake of married life—
Message withdrawn.
Mr. Orange: I have a cold.
Liu Tao: Just in time, a glass of hot water and a mystery novel can make you happy when you have a cold.
Liu Tao: Lao Xu, don’t spread rumors! I'll give you a bag of wolfberry.
Big Beard: Give me a bag.
Mr. Orange: Do you want to give me wolfberry for buying a book? This promotion is good, I want it too.
…
afternoon.
School is out.
Zhang Zhu and Pan Meimei separated from the crowd and walked to the intersection carrying their schoolbags.
Pan Meimei asked Zhang Zhu, "Isn't your father coming to pick you up?"
“I’m making money for filming.”
She took out a red note worth one hundred from her pocket, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be so generous to me."
Zhang Zhu asked Pan Meimei to go to the bookstore in case there was a little prince.
Two people were chatting next to the zebra crossing at the intersection, waiting for the light to turn green.
After a while, Pan Meimei pulled Zhang Zhu to the side. Zhang Zhu was confused. When he turned around, he saw an aunt in a floral skirt, pulling their classmate Xiaohu to stand beside him. Xiaohu is a bit fat and is the stupidest in the class. He can only smile at people.
The whole class didn’t like to play with him and said he was a fool.
But Zhang Zhu doesn’t think so.
Xiaohu is just not smart. If stupidity can be called a fool, then everyone in the class can't run as fast as Xiaohu. Does that mean everyone in the class is lame? Of course, Zhang Zhu thinks this is a bit insulting to the disabled.
Her father said that insulting others to gain a sense of superiority is the lowest possible thing.
none of them.
Zhang Zhu smiled at Xiaohu.
Zhang Zhu sometimes feels tired for Xiaohu. His smile is the kind of flattering smile, like a sheep that has been away from the flock, using laughter to please those who drove him out, hoping to return to them one day.
Xiaohu probably wouldn’t have thought of this level.
Zhang Zhu looked at the aunt next to Xiaohu. She was dusty, her face was haggard, and she stood there a little lost.
They must have told Xiaohu to smile more at school so that others will be nice to you.
"Why."
Zhang Zhu felt that these were all lies.
The light is green.
They crossed the road, and there was a bookstore across the road. Most of the books in the store were teaching aids, but other books were also sold on the first floor. Zhang Zhu thought that if the bookstore didn't have "The Little Prince" this time, she would buy teaching aids to make up for herself.
This money can no longer be used to buy celebrity peripherals.
It is not easy for her father to make money either.
The last time she came back, her dad watched the live broadcast of the Big Devil on his mobile phone. He said that this was the leader's task and he had to submit a screen recording assignment in the morning.
This is something handsome guy Jiang Da can do.
In terms of being shameless, the handsome guy Jiang Da is really shameless. For example, he actually said that he is handsomer than Ke Ke!
joke!
Just his 1.8 meters—
Of course, Ke Ke’s hard conditions are not comparable to him, but Ke Ke can sing, dance, and play basketball. He is versatile.
Jiang Da’s handsome guy still dares to compete with Ke Ke?
Too overestimating one's abilities.
That night, her dad was watching the live broadcast in the yard with his mobile phone, listening to the Big Devil singing "People Like Me", and he cried while listening to it. Zhang Zhu doesn't quite understand the sad emotions that adults feel when they feel self-pity and self-questioning: "People who are confused like me, people who are searching like me, people who are mediocre like me, how many people have you seen...".
But she suddenly felt that growing up was not so good.
Zhang Zhu advised his father not to work too hard. In the worst case, she would buy less milk for Ke Ke in the future.
Her father said that it was not because of this that he had red eyes, but because Jiang Yang, a poor boy, could actually move the devil to sing "People Like Me", yet he was still cowardly and inactive, which was so shameless.
This is really true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the devil is blindly coaxing his husband.
He gave dog food to those who cried.
Zhang Zhu felt that Jiang Yang was quite shameless in regards to Ke Ke, but making David Zhang cry was too much to look down on him.
As an adult, it’s so baffling.
Evidently she saw that the big devil loved the handsome guy Jiang so much, and he and her mother were equal enemies. She cried when she listened to the song and heard no one hurt her.
Fortunately, David Zhang has a daughter like her who feels sorry for him.
Zhang Zhu led his female classmates into the bookstore. What suddenly caught his eye was the new book being promoted at the door of the bookstore. The name of this new book suddenly caught Zhang Zhu's attention - "Murder on the Orient Express"!
Zhang Zhu does not know this book.
But she had seen her grandfather when he was making a miniature model of the Orient Express for Jiang Yang.
Then the Orient Express is not the Orient Express, right?
Zhang Zhu walked to the bookshelf and saw the author's name: Jiang Yang.
"I go!"
Zhang Zhu couldn't help but say, handsome guy Jiang can still write a book. He just said he has no talent, so why is he slapped in the face like this?
Pan Meimei came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Zhu said it might have been written by an acquaintance of hers.
Because she clearly remembered that in the miniature model of the Orient Express that her grandfather was making, there was indeed a dead little man in a carriage, and a murder did occur on the train.
As far as the miniature model is concerned, it’s a coincidence, plus this “Jiangyang”——
There is no such thing as a coincidence!
Pan Meimei looked at the name and said, "Is it the handsome guy from Jiang Da that you mentioned, who is more handsome than Ke Ke?"
"ah?"
Zhang Zhu said that was all a joke, and in her heart Ke Ke was the most handsome.
Pan Meimei ignored this, "Then I'll buy a copy."
Zhang Zhu thought for a moment, and in order to support the handsome guy Jiang Da, she also bought a book. She turned around and was about to pay the bill when she saw Xiaohu. Xiaohu's mother dragged him to the bookstore. Xiaohu's mother was picking books. She was tired just now. His eyes also glowed, just like the comfort and happiness his father felt sitting under the vines with a bottle of beer after a busy day.
The little tiger mother chose a new book when she chose it.
She opened the sample book for reading. When she saw Liu Tao, the editor in charge of the book, the little tiger mother closed the book, chose an unopened copy of "Murder on the Orient Express" and went to check out.
My Easter Egg Chapter failed the review. . . .
(End of this chapter)