Plane Small Bookstore [System]

The night is not thin, and there is still a light ink outside the window.Mother Huo came out of the bedroom yawning, and looked in surprise at Huo Siqian who was already putting on her shoes at the entrance, "Why did you get up so early this Sunday?" She smiled ambiguously, "Going on a date?"

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

"What day?" Mother Huo just woke up, her brain was still a little fuzzy, she tried her best to remember and asked uncertainly: "... Your father's birthday? No, I remember it will be a few days later."

Seeing his mother getting more and more confused, Huo Siqian solved the puzzle: "Today is October 10th, the 12th anniversary of the founding of the Golden Age. Times Square has warm-up activities for the commemorative party every day today." Speaking of this, the boy's face It was a beaming smile: "The warm-up will last for one day, and Mr. Lu Miaomiaolu, as the only surviving core member of the Golden Age, will also come to participate in this warm-up event."

Of course Mother Huo had heard of Lu Miaomiao.

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

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

Huo's mother was in awe: "This lady must be... over 100 years old now?"

"It happens to be one hundred years old this year. You forgot, the news reported her centenary birthday party a few days ago."

"Oh, yes." Mother Huo patted her head, "My brain. I remember seeing it on TV at the time. Most of the literary and art circles were dispatched to celebrate the old lady's [-]th birthday. It's very impressive."

Hearing that Huo Siqian's eyes were filled with deep envy, he said with yearning: "Being a human being can do this, and this life is worth it. It's a pity that Mr. Lu's birthday banquet is not open to the public..."

"It's okay." Mother Huo comforted him and said, "The 70th anniversary must be very grand. Apart from Mr. Lu, there must be other writers you like who 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 got on his bicycle with his schoolbag on his back and rushed to Times Square.The closer to the square, the more congested the surrounding roads, and he saw many people wearing the same T-shirts commemorating the 70th anniversary of the golden age like him.Huo Siqian's 70th anniversary commemorative T-shirt is printed with a wolf-like boy who screams in the sky - this is the protagonist in Lu Miaomiao's work, the wolf boy Mori.

Huo Siqian couldn't help being a little annoyed, he got up at five o'clock, but unexpectedly fell behind.There is no doubt that Times Square must be full of people by now.

When he came to Times Square out of breath, there were indeed a lot of people gathered here, and the area around the preheating event was surrounded by crowds.Huo Siqian wiped his face and tried his best to squeeze into the crowd.After getting a lot of scolding and almost being stepped on by his shoes, he finally squeezed to the front.The front convenience is the stage and the big screen, and the high railings separate the crowd from the stage.

He looked at his watch, 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 talk to him: "Are you a fan of Mr. Lu?"

Huo Siqian's gaze moved down and settled on the boy's 70th anniversary commemorative T-shirt - a beautiful and brilliant starry sky was 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" very much. I also have the T-shirt with the phrase 'Big Brother is watching you', but I didn't wear it."

They are all young people, and they all have a common language, and they quickly chatted happily.

"I'll tell you some inside information. My cousin's neighbor is an employee of Golden Age, and my cousin heard about it from him." The man with eyes whispered mysteriously in a low voice: "It is said that this warm-up event will be announced The internal video data of that legendary salon!"

Huo Siqian gasped, his voice stammered: "That...is that, that legendary manager Lelelelejing organized...?"

The man with eyes nodded vigorously, and his voice couldn't hide his excitement: "That's it!"

A tingling sensation rose from his spine and climbed to his cerebral cortex. His whole body trembled uncontrollably with excitement. He had a dreamy expression: "I watched the "Industry Show" 70 years ago on the Internet. ", God, I'm so jealous of him..."

The man with glasses sighed loudly: "Who isn't?" After a pause for a few seconds, he couldn't help asking: "Do you know that Le Jing 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 man with eyes shrugged: "All the admirers of the golden age are so jealous that they want to kill that man."

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

That was the age of the gods.

The gods hold the scepter in their hands, creating legends and brilliance 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 shone like gold in the history books.

And Lejing is the name that every posterity who talks about the golden age cannot avoid.

He is the founder and initiator of Golden Age, and the soul of Golden Age Company.He single-handedly excavated the stories of Lu Miaomiao, Xin Yuen, Sang Qing, Fitzgerald and other masters, which are still being talked about 60 years later.

Even more legendary than his discovery of the author is his mysterious disappearance.Yes, disappearance, not accidental death or death.

On the tenth anniversary of Golden Age, Le Jing suddenly announced his resignation at a press conference and handed over the position of CEO to a senior broker in the company.As for the 51% of the shares, he chose to distribute the shares equally to all the artists in the company to support their future creative careers.

Then he completely withdrew from the stage of history.His name is never recorded in the history books of later generations.He seemed to have disappeared from the world as suddenly as he had appeared in it.Therefore, historians have not yet been able to confirm the date of his death.And this is destined to be one of the myriad mysteries, large and small, surrounding the Golden Age.

To be honest, Huo Siqian was quite looking forward to the documentary that the eye-eyed man said would be publicly shown, not only because of the masters he admired for a long time, but also because of that mysterious man named Le Jing.This man seemed to have a strange magic power that attracted Huo Siqian.He always felt that as long as he could understand this man, he would be able to dispel some of the fog that had shrouded the golden age for more than half a century, and get closer to that dreamy age.

Time passed little by little while Huo Siqian was anxiously waiting.

Looking forward, looking forward to, the warm-up activity has begun. ①

But just at the beginning, a heavyweight appeared to bring the atmosphere of the warm-up event to the peak.

Huo Siqian and the man with glasses embraced excitedly, jumping around excitedly like two little girls chasing stars.

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

Wearing plain clothes and shoes, Lu Miaomiao walked towards the center of the stage discreetly, smiling and waving to the boiling crowd.

There is such an advantage in living long enough.She thought, not without self-mocking, that even she had become such a great person.

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

They are all back in the sky.

She is the last one.She will stay for the curtain call.

"About my story, you have read it countless times through countless channels, and I don't think everyone has the patience to hear that my old lady is the same here." Lu Miaomiao took a breath and continued: "I have nothing to warn Yours, I have already written everything I want to say."

Everyone in the audience held their breath and listened intently 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 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 calm and serene like the clear autumn sky: "I myself am the last person to die in my life.②"

Huo Siqian's excited emotions gradually cooled down, and a trace of inexplicable sadness and melancholy emerged in his heart.

He looked nostalgicly at the unremarkable old man on the stage, she was the epitome of the entire golden age, and also the last afterimage.

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

She bowed deeply to the uproarious crowd, "It's a great honor to be loved all these years." She straightened up and showed a free and easy smile: "In the days to come, I invite you to like others who are younger and more beautiful." Talented writer."

"Just let us old guys sleep well in the old days."

Huo Siqian stared blankly at Lu Miaomiao on the stage, and seemed to hear the loud sound of tall buildings collapsing in a daze, his heart was completely empty.

"There will be no greater writer than you!" he couldn't help but roared.

Lu Miaomiao blinked, and showed a kind and comforting smile to the tearful young man: "I never thought I was great. In my era, I was just one of the inconspicuous geniuses. What do you think?" I am great because time has made me great. You are just superstitious about time."

The old man calmly revealed a somewhat cruel truth to the young man who was still too young: "As the saying goes: each country has its own talents, and each has led the way for hundreds of years."

"The Golden Age will always exist, it's just that we're gone."

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

It wasn't until the long-awaited documentary was played on the big screen that he came back to his senses, put aside distracting thoughts, and began to devote himself to this legendary feast 65 years ago.

The author has something to say:

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

I hate reciting the full text (smile)

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

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I originally wanted to double update today, I'm sorry I'm guilty.

I can't help but start watching American drama orz

I watched Season 12 of The Big Bang Theory and Season [-] of Young Sheldon.

Little Sheldon is really cute. 1551

An episode of "Go to the Fucking World", the character design is quite interesting, the journey of the anti-social personality teenager and the rebellious girl running away from home, the male lead looks good hehehe.

There are three more episodes of "Love in Cleveland", um, it's really good.It is completely the American version of the lady's character that was hotly discussed on Weibo a few days ago.The story of three cool aunties with successful careers and a grandma 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 turns 40, there are only some mother-in-law roles in her scripts.It can be said that middle-aged actresses have a narrow career path.In this regard, neighboring 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 aesthetics of the audience needs to be improved.When domestic dramas really have film and television works like "Drive Miss Daisy", my country's film and television industry will really begin to mature.

...Thinking about it carefully, I had a very fulfilling life today (bruised nose and swollen face.jpg)