Crazy Psychologist

The exhibition center was packed with book fair attendees, as it is every year.

Speaking of which, the book fair has been held in this city for more than ten years, and this was Liu Yun's second time to participate.

The first time was when I attended a book launch conference as a new author five years ago. At that time, there were not so many people attending book fairs. Most of the people who came to the conference were science fiction readers. They really came to support new authors because they really liked science fiction novels.

Not long after arriving at the exhibition area, Yuan Ming came up to say hello.

"Song Xiaoxiao will participate in the interview with you today. Has Liu Yun read some of his works?"

Oops, I originally wanted to read it, but because of my trembling hands, I couldn't muster up the energy to read Song Xiaoxiao's novel.

Yuan Ming noticed something strange, hesitated for a moment, and took out a note from the bag.

"I prepared this for you, take a look."

After giving the note to Liuyun, Yuan Ming said that he would go to the forum to arrange tables, chairs and books, but he made an excuse and walked away.

The treatment is not as good as it was five years ago.

Five years ago, Yuan Ming accompanied him very carefully to check the details of the interview, and introduced him to his colleagues from the publishing house and the authors who came to the book fair.

Today, he was a little careless.

Liu Yun didn't know if he was thinking too much.

The sticky notes are full of introductions to Song Xiaoxiao, an imaginative writer, the oriental Philip K. Dick and so on.

However, Song Xiaoxiao had not published a physical book yet, and Liu Yun couldn't find the book even if he wanted to flip through a few pages.

So I stuffed the note into my pocket and wandered around the exhibition area alone before the interview started.

Many books, many people.

Other than that, Liu Yun had no other feelings.

A complicated place is really not suitable for me. If I stay here all day, I'm afraid I won't be able to write a word when I get home.

Liu Yun thought this way and comforted himself. After all, necessary social interactions are also good for promoting one's works. Isn't that what everyone does?

When passing the women's reading area, a group of fans dressed as students were surrounding an author asking for his autograph.

The female author looks really young, maybe only 23 years old? I started creating art in college.

Liuyun stopped and looked for a few minutes, but he didn't see a male reader, which surprised him.

I don’t know how many of my readers are boys and how many are girls?

He suddenly became somewhat interested in the author's book in front of him, and had an urge to read it.

However, since they were all female readers, it was a bit strange for me to walk there as a man.

When he was hesitating, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Liu Yun blinked and looked again, it was indeed that guy.

Although he was wearing a suit, Liu Yun still recognized that ordinary face.

What is that person doing?

Liu Yun suddenly felt a little blushing. It was obviously the man who made the strange move, and Liu Yun didn't know why he became nervous.

I saw the man in a suit holding a pink hardcover book in his left hand and a pink quill more than 30 centimeters long in his right hand. He looked like a time-travel version of a little devil fairy.

Squeezing among a group of female students, not caring about her own image.

Liu Yun even sweated for him, but couldn't help but turn around and leave.

Seeing that he finally crowded around the author to sign, Liu Yun also breathed a sigh of relief and was happy for his efforts.

Unexpectedly, there were people queuing up behind me, and this man, regardless of others, asked to take a photo with the author.

The author couldn't refuse, so he could only smile.

The man who got the photo and autograph walked out of the crowd proudly. Later, female readers asked him if the author was inside and if he could get the autograph even if he queued up. The man answered each question one by one, and every time he answered the question, he put his phone in front of the other person to show off his photo with the author, regardless of whether the other person was happy or unhappy.

What a weird uncle.

Those female readers will definitely think so.

"Ah, isn't this Liuyun?"

While talking to a female reader, the man suddenly waved to Liu Yun, and Liu Yun could only step forward.

"This is my favorite author, Liu Yun. You can read his novels when you have time."

The person speaking is Mu Chun, who is trying to get an 18-year-old girl who reads romance novels to read hard science fiction written by Liu Yun.

The girl nodded politely, and Mu Chun pulled her to look at the photo of herself and the author.

"Hello, author, what type of novel do you write? Is it Guo Jingming's kind?"

What?

Liuyun's head was buzzing.

"No, Liu Yun is writing about science fiction writers like Liu Cixin and Han Song." Mu Chun said first.

"Science fiction? Game of Thrones kind?"

The girl tried hard to understand Muchun's words, but the effect didn't seem to be ideal.

"No, that is fantasy, and the "Game of Thrones" you are talking about is an American TV series, and the original work is "A Song of Ice and Fire"."

"Oh. What's that?"

Muchun slapped his head and shouted: "The Wandering Earth, The Three-Body Problem."

"Oh oh oh oh," the girl said happily, "I know, I know, Wu Jing, Uncle Wu Jing."

"What? I'm talking about a novel, and you're talking about a movie."

Liu Yun stood aside not knowing what to say or do. Muchun became more and more anxious, and the girl lost her patience.

I originally introduced Liu Yun, but in the end, Liu Yun was completely forgotten.

There is no sense of existence.

Perhaps, he is just such an author with no sense of existence.

Liu Yun secretly laughed at himself, but still tried his best to put a smile on his face.

As expected, a fake smile can make your facial muscles twitch.

"Why is the doctor here?"

Liu Yun's question gave Mu Chun something to show off about how much he liked the female writer and how smart he was and wanted to take a photo with her. Liu Yun could only say that he happened to see all of this.

"What does this female author write about?"

"Do you know "Nirvana in Fire"?"

Liu Yun nodded, "The novel and movie "Nirvana in Fire" are both good. Could it be that the one just now was Hai Yan? But that's not right."

"Of course not. I mean novels similar to "Nirvana in Fire"."

"But there are many male readers of "Nirvana in Fire", and the age structure is not right. They are all female students."

Mu Chun also felt that he had given an inappropriate example, so he rattled off a lot of book titles such as "Three Lives Three Worlds", "Fragrant Flowers Fall", and "The Queen of Moonlight's Spiritual Words". Liu Yun really doesn’t know.

Is it as if lines are separated by mountains, or categories are separated by the ends of the earth?

Muchun was also panting and unable to explain any more.

At this time, Chu Sisi was wearing a formal dress, and a man also wearing a suit stood behind her and walked toward the two of them.

"This, this is Doctor Chu."

Liu Yun looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and did not dare to recognize her.

"Miss, my wife asks you to go back as soon as possible. You can easily soil the gifts."

"I see."

Chu Sisi replied coldly.

"Teacher, you said you would meet with your friends from the publishing house. Have you finished the matter?"

A friend from the publisher?

Did Muchun really know someone from the publishing house?

Liuyun was confused. It was strange to see a doctor outside the hospital, and the clothes and content of the two men's words made him even more confused.