Congenital deficiency

Hong Zhuo accompanied Hong Lingyu to participate in two more signings, and each time the number of people in the latter was a little bit more than the previous ones.

But even so, the number of participants in several signings did not add up to more than 100 people.

The spread of the news in a small area among the readership has made people more curious for a while, and the sales volume of the books has also exploded.

At the last signing event for 30 people, a mother took her child by the hand and asked Hong Lingyu for an autograph.

That was the first time Hong Lingyu took the initiative to speak to her readers: "How old is your daughter?"

The mother smiled at him: "She is eight years old." She probably knew what Hong Lingyu wanted to ask, and she didn't mind, explaining: "Tomorrow is Children's Day, I took her out to choose gifts, and she glanced at her." I just fell in love with this book, saying that the cover is good-looking, and the author’s brother is also good-looking. I brought him here today to ask for his autograph. Page."

The child's crisp voice also followed, scratching his ears especially against the background of chaotic human voices: "Yes, brother! Mom said that although I can't understand it by myself now, I will be able to read it myself when I grow up! "

Hong Lingyu and his little reader looked at each other, the child's clean eyes did not scare him, he thought for a while, asked the child's name, picked up a pen and signed the book that Hongzhuo helped to push in front of him , and wrote a line: "I wish the children of ×× to grow up vigorously."

When the mother took her daughter to leave, the staff of the bookstore also gave a small balloon and a cute pen as a gift, saying it was a gift for Children's Day.

The fourth signing session was arranged on June [-]st, because the editor in charge of this book believed that the effect would be better if there were more people in the mall on this day.

But this time the number is still set at 30 people.

It's just that they came together this morning, but Hong Zhuo answered a phone call, saying that he had to fly to Europe temporarily.

"Good boy... how about I ask Hong Xiaxuan to come back to accompany you?" Hong Zhuo was extremely worried, "Or we can postpone today's signing and wait for me to come back."

Hong Lingyu refused.He has been in contact with strangers these days, and there have been no major troubles in these signings. He is working hard and moving forward.

"I'm fine," he said.

The signing session was still in the afternoon, and when he arrived at the scene, all thirty readers had already taken their seats.

This time, there was no talkative host to lead the process for him, and he walked the process for himself on the spot.

He first made a concise self-introduction: "Hello everyone, I am Zhang Daiqiu, I believe you have seen it..." This time, when he introduced himself, there was no place at the end of the crowd for his eyes to rest. He stuttered a little more and was a little nervous.

He tried to keep his eyes on those in the crowd who gave him gentle and patient glances, and he finished the introduction intermittently.

Squeezing sweat in his hands, he finally announced: "Next is the signing session."

Zhou Tingyu was standing next to him, also sweating nervously.

When he sat down behind the bracelet and picked up the signature pen, his hands were still shaking.

Zhou Tingyu took over Hong Zhuo's position, took the book from the reader's hand for him, opened the title page, and spread it out in front of him.

It's just that Zhou Tingyu's movements are always a little slow, and the efficiency of getting the books is not as high as in the previous signings.

Hong Lingyu paid attention and found that it was because when Zhou Tingyu went to pick up the book, he had to bend forward to get it.Usually, when Hongzhuo was standing beside him, he could easily pick up the book with a raised hand, and even stopped people who wanted to get closer.

Hong Lingyu concluded: Probably because Zhou Tingyu's arms are shorter than Hong Zhuo's, and she can't be blamed for that.

Then Hong Lingyu thoughtfully extended her hand a little more, so that she could hold the book faster.

An hour later, the signing was perfectly over.

The editor's prediction was correct. There are indeed a lot of people going out to play today. Except for this one, the bookstore is already overcrowded. Many children are dressed up beautifully today, holding a balloon in their hands.

In order to avoid the crowd, Hong Lingyu walked through the fire exit behind the bookstore.

Hong Xiaxuan always came back very late these two days, only Hong Lingyu had dinner alone.

"Do you have my call today?" Hong Lingyu asked Zhou Tingyu when he remembered something in the middle of eating.

Zhou Tingyu blinked, knowing that what he wanted to ask was Hong Zhuo's phone number, but...

"I forgot to tell you that Mr. Short called today and said that the Patriarch has started a meeting since he landed, and it will probably end very late..." So the Patriarch probably just didn't have time to call.

There was no one to watch the signings, the pigeons were released, and there was no one on the phone.

When it was time to go to bed at night, there was a lot of space beside the bed, no one had to hug him to sleep, if Zhou Tingyu hadn't knocked on the door, he would have even forgotten to drink milk.

The details that he usually took for granted were suddenly pulled away, and he occasionally felt a sense of confusion when he was hit by the waves on the shore this day.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Zhou Tingyu's phone rang.

"Homeowner."

"Yeah." Hong Zhuo looked out the car window, rubbed the center of his brows, a little tired: "Is he asleep?"

Zhou Tingyu looked at the time: "Master Zhang went to bed at ten o'clock, I don't know if he is asleep now. He asked twice today if he has his phone number."

Once at the dinner table, once when drinking milk at night.

Hongzhuo's heart skipped a beat: "Go and see if he's asleep, move gently, don't wake him up."

Zhou Tingyu then covered the phone and gently pushed open the bedroom door.But after pushing away, he was a little hesitant: Isn't Master Zhang hard to hear other people's words?Do you want to go and have a look?Won't scare people?Surely it will wake him up?

After hesitating for a while, the person on the bed suddenly lifted his arms from the bed and looked over, frowning slightly: "What's the matter?" He spoke first, looking directly at Zhou Tingyu.

Zhou Tingyu hurried over and handed him the phone: "The owner's phone number." Then he closed the door and went out.

Hong Lingyu looked down at the call time.

53 seconds.

"Ah."

"Baby, did you wake up?" Hong Zhuo said, got out of the car, knocked on the door and entered a room, and walked directly to the innermost studio.

"Where have you been?" Hong Lingyu couldn't help asking when he heard a series of movements of him closing the car door and opening the door.

"I just finished a meeting, and now I'm at the place where I'm going to rest." Hong Zhuo stopped in front of a transparent glass door, "Have you eaten on time today, baby?"

Hong Lingyu replied succinctly: "I ate."

"Did baby drink milk on time?"

Hong Lingyu said indifferently: "Drink it."

"Did baby go to bed on time today?" The tone was still coaxing a child.

Hong Lingyu glanced at the time on the phone: "It's eleven o'clock now."

The implication is that you disturbed my sleep.

Hongzhuo coughed twice, then asked again: "Then why can't my baby fall asleep?"

Hong Lingyu's biological clock has always been very accurate, and her work and rest have not changed for a long time. Usually, it is rare for her to fall asleep by eleven o'clock.But he couldn't say it because he didn't fall asleep because he wasn't used to it.

He pursed his lips, relying on the fact that Hong Zhuo was thousands of miles away and didn't know his expression, so he blatantly fooled him for the first time: "I can't sleep after drinking tea."

Hong Zhuo then sighed with some regret: "So it's not because I miss me. I miss you very much."

The sound in the earpiece was obviously not loud, but it seemed to be blatantly played out and resounded throughout the room, which made Hong Lingyu feel a little embarrassed for no reason, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to cover the bottom of the phone, as if it would make the sound quieter.

After covering the phone, Hong Lingyu remembered that there was no one in the room except herself, and the sound insulation of the room was so good that no sound would come out.

Then he let go of his hand covering the phone.

"How is the signing today, is it going well?" Seeing that he has been silent, Hongzhuo can almost imagine his red earlobes, and changed the subject very insightfully.

Hong Lingyu leaned against the head of the bed, gradually relaxed, and chatted with him about today's autograph session.He spoke very slowly and carefully, and Hong Zhuo on the other end listened patiently, and gave a little reaction after listening for a while, encouraging Hong Lingyu to continue talking.

The people on the other side of the glass door would occasionally look up at Hongzhuo, and if they accidentally bumped into his gentle expression, they would be taken aback for a moment, then lower their heads and continue working.

The phone call lasted a full quarter of an hour before it ended.

After Hong Lingyu returned the phone to Zhou Tingyu, she also fell asleep within half an hour.

On the other side, after landing, Hong Zhuo went straight to the studio after the meeting. He didn't get jet lagged and didn't rest for a moment. He pushed open the glass door and stood in front of the workbench. on a well-wrapped gemstone.

When the signing session reached its tenth session, the time came to the end of June.This signing is the first time that Hong Lingyu has held a signing with a total of 88 people.

The number was chosen by Hong Xiaxuan, who insisted that it sounded auspicious.

Cameras were also set up for this signing, and an authoritative professor in academia was invited to complete the question-and-answer session with Hong Lingyu on the spot.

In order to get familiar with speaking in front of the camera, Hong Lingyu practiced at home for half a month.From the very beginning when it was turned on, it was unable to speak, and in the end, even though it stuttered, it was able to get on smoothly.

It's just that the palms of his hands have been pinched bruises, as are the backs of his hands, and because of this, Hong Zhuo ordered him to pinch a small sandbag in his hand for a long time to relieve pressure, and he is not allowed to pinch his hands.

Readers prepared a lot of questions, most of which related to this book were answered by Hong Lingyu, and those related to more professional academics were answered by that professor.This time, a stool was placed beside Hong Lingyu, and Hong Zhuo was sitting next to him. If he couldn't hear something clearly, he would look back at Hong Zhuo, and Hong Zhuo immediately went to his ear and said it again.

"Excuse me...Mr. Zhang, how did you discover this book?" A man who looked about 40 or [-] years old asked.

Nowadays, books with translation value have been translated in sevens and eighties. How did this man in his early twenties get such a rare rare copy of European medieval court records?

Hong Lingyu glanced at him, then squeezed the doll sandbag in his hand, and the little puffer fish painted on it was immediately "gasped" by him to bulge out.

"I discovered it when I went to a friend's castle in Europe with my family earlier." He was very frank.

Hong Zhuo looked at him, something flashed in his eyes.

family.

Hong Lingyu just used this word.

The silent warmth and ironing slowly flowed from the bottom of his heart, and a faint sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

The crowd was silent for a moment because of this answer.

A friend's castle?Also send the orphan copy casually?This young writer... has a mine at home, right? ?

Noticing the excitement and curiosity in the crowd, Hongzhuo glanced at the crowd: "Please ask as few questions as possible that have nothing to do with the book itself, otherwise Mr. Zhang can refuse to answer."

The author has something to say: Patriarch Hong: Has the baby eaten?Did you drink neinei?Do you feel sleepy?Miss baby?

Hongxiaxuan: mouth area

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I thought of the man I saw before who would use reduplicative words after falling in love hahahahaha

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