Dimensional Bookstore

The night is still dark, and there is still a light ink outside the window. Huo's mother yawned and walked out of the bedroom, looking at Huo Siqian who was already putting on shoes at the entrance in surprise, "Why did you get up so early today on Sunday?" She asked with an ambiguous smile: "Going on a date?"

"Where are you?" Huo Siqian put on his shoes, picked up his schoolbag, and said to his mother in a dumbfounded voice, "Have you forgotten what day it is today?"

"What day is it?" Huo's mother had just woken up, her brain was still a little blurry, she tried to remember it and asked uncertainly: "...your dad's birthday? That's not right, I remember it has to wait a few days."

Seeing his mother becoming more and more confused, Huo Siqian solved the mystery: "Today is October 12th. It is the 70th anniversary of the founding of the Golden Age. There are warm-up activities for the commemorative party in Times Square today." Speaking of this, the young man's face was filled with laughter. With a beaming smile: "The warm-up will last for one day, and Mr. Miaomiao Lu, as the only core member of the Golden Age who is still alive, will also come to participate in this warm-up event."

Of course Huo's mother had heard of Lu Miaomiao.

It should be said that most Chinese people have heard of Lu Miaomiao's name.

——The legendary writer who has won the Muse Literary Award twice and won almost all famous literary awards in the world.

Mother Huo was in awe: "This female gentleman must be...more than a hundred years old now, right?"

"This year happens to be one hundred years old. You forgot, the news reported her 100th birthday party a few days ago."

"Oh, right." Mother Huo patted her head, "My brain. I remember seeing it on TV. Most of the literary and art circles came out to celebrate the old lady's 100th birthday. It was so grand."

Hearing this, Huo Siqian's eyes showed deep envy, and he said with longing, "If you can do this, your life will be worth it. It's a pity that Mr. Lu's birthday banquet is not open to the public..."

"It doesn't matter." Mother Huo comforted him and said, "The 70th anniversary must be grand. In addition to Mr. Lu, there must be other writers you like who have accepted the invitation."

"Yes!" Huo Siqian's eyes sparkled: "So I must not miss today!" He glanced at his watch and exclaimed: "I'm leaving first!!"

He carried his schoolbag and rode his bicycle and rushed to Times Square. The closer he got to the square, the more congested the surrounding roads became, and he saw many people wearing the same T-shirts commemorating the 70th anniversary of the Golden Age as he did. Huo Siqian's 70th anniversary commemorative T-shirt is printed with a wolf-like boy who makes the sky roar - this is the protagonist in Lu Miaomiao's work, the wolf boy Morrie.

Huo Siqian couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He got up at five o'clock, but he didn't expect to fall behind. There is no doubt that Times Square is packed with people right now.

When he came to Times Square out of breath, he found that a lot of people had gathered here, and the area set up for the warm-up event was even more crowded. Huo Siqian wiped his face and tried his best to squeeze towards the crowd. After receiving countless curses and almost having his shoes stepped on, he finally made it to the front. There is a stage and a big screen set up in front, and a high railing separates the crowd from the stage.

He looked at his watch and saw that it was only seven o'clock, and the official warm-up activities would not start until nine o'clock. He sighed and could only wait.

"Hi, buddy." A thin boy wearing glasses next to him took the initiative to chat with him: "Are you a fan of Mr. Lu?"

Huo Siqian's eyes moved down and stopped on this boy's 70th anniversary commemorative T-shirt - it had a beautiful and brilliant starry sky printed on it.

Huo Siqian understood: "Are you a fan of Xin Yuen's paintings?"

"Yes, I am." The man with eyes added: "I also like Lu Miaomiao's "1984". I also have the T-shirt that says 'Big Brother is watching you', but I haven't worn it."

They were all young people and they all had a common language. They soon started chatting happily.

"I'll tell you an inside tip. My cousin's neighbor is an employee of Golden Age, and my cousin heard about it from him." The man with the eyes lowered his voice mysteriously and muttered: "It is said that this warm-up event will be announced Internal film and television information of that legendary salon! ”

Huo Siqian took a breath and his voice stuttered: "Just...that, organized by the legendary manager Lelelelejing...?"

The man with the eyes nodded vigorously, and his voice could not hide the excitement: "That's it!"

A numbness rose from his spine and crawled to his cerebral cortex. He was so excited that his whole body shivered uncontrollably. He had a dreamy expression: "I watched the "Industry Show" 70 years ago on the Internet. ", God, I'm so jealous of him..."

The bespectacled man sighed loudly: "Who doesn't?" After pausing for a few seconds, he couldn't help but ask: "Did you know that Lejing owns the manuscripts of all the writers he signed?"

Huo Siqian looked confused and angry as if he had been kicked: "...Now I want to kill him."

The Eyed Man shrugged: "All the admirers of the Golden Age were so jealous that they wanted to kill that man."

Huo Siqian knew that the golden age he was talking about was not the Golden Age Company, but the golden era created by the Golden Age Company.

It was the time of the gods.

The gods hold scepters in their hands, creating legends and glory in an understatement.

It was a well-deserved golden age.

Stars gather, masters gather, a hundred flowers bloom, and a hundred schools of thought contend. Every day at that time was shining like gold in the history books.

And Lejing is the name that every future generation cannot avoid when talking about the golden age.

He is the founder and initiator of the Golden Age and the soul of the Golden Age Company. The story of his single-handed discovery of masters such as Lu Miaomiao, Xin Yuen, Sang Qing, and Fitzgerald is still talked about sixty years later.

What is more legendary than his discovery of the author is his mysterious disappearance. Yes, missing, not unexpected death or death.

On the occasion of the tenth anniversary of the founding of Golden Age, Lejing suddenly announced his resignation at a press conference and handed over the CEO position to a senior agent within the company. As for the 51% shares, he chose to divide the shares equally among all the artists in the company to support their future creative careers.

Then he completely withdrew from the stage of history. His name was never recorded in later history books. It was as if he had disappeared from the world, just as suddenly as he had appeared in it. Therefore, historians are still unable to confirm the date of his death. And this is destined to become one of the countless mysteries, large and small, surrounding the Golden Age.

To be honest, Huo Siqian was looking forward to the documentary that the man with the eyes said would be shown publicly, not only because of the masters he had admired for a long time, but also because of the mysterious man named Le Jing. There seemed to be a strange magical power about this man that attracted Huo Siqian. He always felt that as long as he could understand this man, he could dispel some of the fog that had shrouded the Golden Age for more than half a century and get closer to that dreamy era.

Time passed little by little while Huo Siqian waited anxiously.

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the warm-up activities have begun. ①

And just at the beginning, a heavyweight appeared and brought the atmosphere of the warm-up event to the peak.

Huo Siqian and the man with glasses hugged each other excitedly, jumping excitedly like two little girls chasing stars.

"Lu Miaomiao!" Countless people shouted excitedly in the crowd: "It's Mr. Lu! Mr. Lu is here!!!"

Lu Miaomiao, wearing plain clothes and shoes, walked to the center of the stage discreetly, smiling and waving to the excited crowd.

Living long enough has such an advantage. She thought to herself with some self-deprecation that even she had become such a great person.

Among her friends, she was far from the most talented, nor the most diligent and productive, but she was the only one who survived to the end.

They are all back in heaven.

She is the last one. She wanted to stay for the curtain call.

"About my story, you have read it countless times through countless channels. I don't think you have the patience to listen to me, an old woman, repeating the same thing here." Lu Miaomiao took a breath and continued: "I don't have anything to warn you. Yours, I have already written everything I want to say.”

Everyone in the audience held their breath and listened to the speech of this great old man of the century.

"So why am I here? For a boring, formalistic celebration? No, it's not."

Lu Miaomiao coughed a few times, and her body leaned forward unnaturally because of her hunchback: "I came here because, a few days ago, Sang Qing, my last friend, passed away. At her funeral, I suddenly Realized something."

The old man stared at the audience, his expression as calm and calm as the clear autumn sky: "I am the last person to die in my life.②"

Huo Siqian's excitement slowly cooled down, and a trace of inexplicable sadness and melancholy emerged in his heart.

He looked at the unspectacular old man on the stage with nostalgia and strength. She was the epitome of the entire golden age and the last afterimage.

"So I'm here." The old man's old eyes are still clear and moving after nearly a century of vicissitudes: "Let me give us the curtain of time."

She bowed deeply to the uproaring crowd and said, "I am honored to be loved by you all these years." She straightened up and showed a free and cheerful smile: "In the following days, I invite you to like other younger and more mature people. A talented writer."

"Let us old guys have a good sleep in the old days."

Huo Siqian stared blankly at Lu Miaomiao on the stage. He seemed to hear the huge sound of a tall building collapsing, and his heart felt completely empty.

"There will never be a greater writer than you!" he could not help but roar.

Lu Miaomiao blinked and showed a kind and comforting smile to the tearful young man: "I never thought that I was great. In my time, I was just an inconspicuous one among the many geniuses. What do you think? I am great because time has created my greatness. You are just superstitious about time.”

The old man Feng Qingyundan revealed a somewhat cruel truth to the young man: "As the saying goes: Every country has its own talents, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years."

“The Golden Age will always exist, we’re just not here anymore.”

Huo Siqian listened to the old man's heartfelt words and didn't know what to say for a while.

It wasn't until the documentary he had been waiting for so long started to play on the big screen that he came back to his senses, put aside distracting thoughts, and began to devote himself wholeheartedly to this legendary feast sixty-five years ago.

The author has something to say:

①Looking forward and looking forward, the east wind is coming, the footsteps of spring are approaching (completely dictated.)

I hate reciting the full text (smile)

①I myself am the last person to die in my life, excerpted from NetEase Cloud Hot Comments.

Woohoo, I can’t finish the extra chapter of Later Life. I’ll finish it tomorrow.

I originally wanted to do double updates today, but I'm sorry I'm guilty.

I couldn't help but start watching the American drama orz

I watched the 12th season of "The Big Bang Theory" and the second season of "Young Sheldon".

Young Sheldon is so cute1551

An episode of "Fuck the World", the character setting is quite interesting, the journey of an antisocial boy and a rebellious girl to escape from home, the male lead is good looking hehehe.

There are also three episodes of "Hot in Cleveland", which is really good. It is completely the American version of the plot of "A Lady's Dignity" that was hotly discussed on Weibo a few days ago. The story of three successful and cool aunts in their 50s and an old lady in her 80s.

Why can't there be such a plot in China! The domestic entertainment industry is too unfriendly to middle-aged actresses! Once an actress is over 40, the scripts that find her are only some mother-in-law roles. It can be said that the acting range of middle-aged actresses is very narrow. In this regard, our neighboring country Japan has done much better than us.

It can only be said that China is still a developing country, the entertainment industry is still very backward, and the audience's aesthetics needs to be improved. When the day comes that domestic dramas really have film and television works like "Driving Miss Daisy", our country's film and television industry will really begin to mature.

...Thinking carefully, I had a very fulfilling day today (bruised face)