Wenhao: This child has been smart since he was young

Chapter 140 Good book, good book!

The trick of giving out peripheral gifts from "The Little Prince" is not the first of its kind, especially since some children's stories have been made into cartoons, which give them an advantage.

"Dad, I don't want The Little Prince anymore. I want this book called Ma Xiaotiao." Xiao Hao changed his mind. Although Ma Xiaotiao was not as good-looking as The Little Prince, the gift that came with buying this book was a stationery bag!
For Xiao Hao, Xinhua Bookstore is not only a bookstore, but also a stationery store.

But no one responded to Xiao Hao. The painter father started reading from the middle of the novel. He was not sure what happened in the beginning, but the story of the little prince and the rose in the end fascinated him.

[“I didn’t know anything! I should have judged her by her actions, not by her words. She made my life colorful and I should never have run away from her. …”]
The rose on the Little Prince's planet did not know how to express its love, so it said one thing and meant another, and its slightly "pretentious" behavior angered the Little Prince and he left.

On planet B375, that rose was unique, and the little prince thought so too, until he came to the rose manor on planet Aquamarine, which had five thousand roses. The little prince cried because he found that his rose was no longer unique.

He thought of his wife - in real life there are few sweet words, only daily necessities, and his wife's attitude towards life is always "Why spend money on these useless things?"

Whether it is his wife or himself, they are just one of the countless people in this world, too ordinary and common.

But "it is precisely because you spend so much time on your rose that your rose becomes so important." The little prince thought about how he exterminated the insects for the rose and set up a screen for the rose himself, so that rose was different from the five thousand roses in the manor.

It is because of the efforts made by him and his wife that they are indispensable to this family.

"Is this book a fairy tale?" The painter was a little unconvinced. The principles described in the book moved even an adult like him.

The painter came back to his senses and said to the child, "Go ahead and buy it. I'll also buy you a copy of The Little Prince."

"?" Xiao Hao was full of question marks and corrected his father, "I don't want the little prince anymore, I want Ma Xiaotiao, this comes with a stationery bag!"

"Just buy this one, it suits you better," said the painter father.

Xiao Hao was not stupid, he understood, "It's obviously you who wanted to read it, Dad. Dad, why are you still reading fairy tales when you are this old?"

Just turning to the title page, the painter responded with the words that adults forgot they were children, "I forgot something."

The painter is shy and he can't say that he was once a child.

"I forgot some truths that even children understand, so I bought a book to read." The painter added, and in fact, this sentence already made his face blush.

For adults, expressing inner emotions in public is quite embarrassing.

"Well, there's really nothing I can do. You're the one who makes the decisions in our family. So just buy "The Little Prince." Xiao Hao looked as if he really couldn't do anything about you.

The painter dad paid the money and Xiao Hao chose the book cover, a win-win situation!

Why not buy both Ma Xiaotiao and The Little Prince? They are expensive. I have already chosen One Hundred Thousand Unsolved Mysteries. If I buy Ma Xiaotiao, the three books will cost dozens of yuan. My wife will definitely complain about it when I get home...

Painters are less representative passersby because parents who buy books with their children rarely read them themselves.

But Xiao Hao is a more representative child. When he saw the beautiful book cover and the exquisite binding and cover of "The Little Prince", he wanted it.

Although the impact is not significant, sales are visibly starting to rise...

The pen-spinning king Tian Xiao, his pair of fingers, which were much longer than those of an ordinary person, were clinging to the door edge.

"Which class are you from and what are you doing here?" The librarian was sorting books. He felt that the student in front of him was acting sneaky and didn't look like a good person at first glance.

"I just saw you putting things away and wanted to see if you needed help." Tian Xiao immediately made an excuse and took the initiative to say, "I'm from Class 10 of Grade ."

"You're really enthusiastic, classmate. There's only a hundred books, and they will be gone quickly." Seeing that he introduced himself, the administrator's vigilance decreased a little.

"Does our library have new books?" Tian Xiao said.

"The Little Prince was written by a student from our school," the administrator praised. "Tell me, how did this child get raised? He started publishing books while he was still in school."

"Gu Kaizhi's Gu, Lu You's Lu, Gu Lu! Look at other people with this name, they are very cultured." The administrator said. "Gu Lu?!" Tian Xiao suddenly howled, which aroused the administrator's curiosity. The former immediately explained, "Gu Lu is from our class 10. He used to serialize articles in magazines. I didn't expect that he would publish a book now!"

"Then you are lucky. Maybe you can brag in the future that you are in the same class as the great writer." The administrator said with a smile.

"Can I borrow this book later?" Tian Xiao said.

The administrator waved his hand, showing the courage of an old man talking about youth, "Lend it to you. I must lend it to you. Take it back and show it to your classmates."

After completing the book borrowing procedure, the administrator began to put the books on the bookshelf and stopped chatting with Tian Xiao.

"No wonder there was no movement from Brother Gulu after the school anniversary. I thought the midterm exam was suppressing his creative desire. I never thought he was gathering his energy to make a big move!" Tian Xiao sighed.

However, Tian Xiao did not forget the purpose of his trip. He heard something strange in the cafeteria and ran here during the break.

After walking two steps forward, the warehouse, which had previously had its door closed, now had a sign that read "Publication House" hanging on the door.

There is also a warning sign on the door:

"This is the activity center of the publication company. No entry without permission. Thank you for your cooperation. Oh my god, this publication company is even more awesome than Time Radio!" Tian Xiao exclaimed.

On Friday afternoon, the ownership of the radio studio belongs to Time Radio, so it can be said to be half an activity center.

"But no matter how awesome you are, you can't compare to Brother Gulu. He's trying to reach the moon!" Tian Xiao ran back to the classroom in a hurry.

The three unsolved mysteries of the No. 2012 Middle School in - why did Lu Yi quit the club, whether the principal was wearing a wig, and whether the school was built on a cemetery. Now there is one more, who founded the publication club? !
Come to think of it, it seems like every school has some campus legend about it being a mass grave in the past.

In Class 10, Wei Lili started bowing to the corner of the classroom again. His classmates were no longer surprised by his unusual behavior.

Tian Xiao's leg skills were indeed not as good as his hand skills, and he was a little slow. Before he even reached the classroom door, he heard Zeng Haer's voice:

"I will just do a flying shoulder charge, and then a famous attack!"

"Follow me, aspire to follow me." Tian Xiao walked into the classroom, and these eight words attracted the attention of 80% of the students in the class.

Tian Xiao waved The Little Prince and looked at Gu Lu. The words seemed to dance with the waving book. "Dangdangdangdang, I uncovered a big secret. Gu Lu has published a book!"

"This is Gu Lu's first book!" Tian Xiao said with certainty!
The classroom was quiet at first, then it burst into noise.

"I know that our basketball club has the highest cultural level, far exceeding the literature club."

"What did the little prince write? Let me see."

"Fairy tales are written for children?"

"Why are you pretending? Aren't you a child?"

"I'm already in high school, and there's no Children's Day anymore, you little brat."

"If I had half the writing ability of Gu Lu, my midterm essay wouldn't have been so bad."

……

Gu Lu sat in his seat. The chaotic discussions in the classroom seemed to have no effect on him at all. He had a feeling of "let him be as strong as he can and I will remain unmoved."

That's on the surface. In reality, Gu Lu said in his heart: Keep praising me. I never get tired of hearing it!

Being noticed and praised by the whole class is a secret pleasure no matter how many times it happens.

(End of this chapter)