In the darkness, the phone screen lit up for a moment, and there was a message.
A hand reached out and picked up the phone.
Katcha!
Turn on your phone.
Liu Tao was bubbling in the group: "Everyone, "Murder on the Orient Express" is available worldwide! Go and buy it quickly. I'll check my homework tonight. I can brag about it to the big devil, the first printing of 100,000 copies!"
Liu Tao: Believe me, this is a classic of mystery novels! The ending is definitely beyond your expectations. It will not only make you think about it for a long time, but also make you think involuntarily!
Liu Tao: This is definitely a book that will shock you and make you burst into tears. For Justice——
Liu Tao: No, please give me a reaction!
!
Xu Guangzheng: Brother, look at the time. It’s five o’clock now. Why don’t you buy a damn book?
Big Beard: I just fell asleep and I woke you up again.
Xu Guangzheng: Bearded man, why is the nightlife so rich?
Big Beard: No, a man is still a boy until he is old. He fights in the field until dawn, and after the pressure is released, he returns as light as——
Mr. Orange: Fishing is fishing, and the air force is the air force. Don’t say it so harshly, okay?
Liu Tao: Don’t interrupt! "Murder on the Orient Express"——
Mrs. Orange: Tears in her eyes again? The dog doesn’t even look at it!
Liu Tao:......
Mr. Orange: These days, I have been making tear-jerking ads about my husband, the devil, and I get angry when I see someone with tears in my eyes. You are such a wicked person!
Liu Tao: It’s mainly reasoning, and it’s not really tear-jerking.
Sister Chen: I bear witness!
Xu Guangzheng: But it affects the couple’s life——
Message withdrawn.
Mr. Orange, Mrs. Orange, Big Beard, Liu Tao and Mrs. Liu:...
Xu Guangzheng: Ahem, Lao Chen, you are close to the bookstore, remember to bring us two books.
Mr. Orange: For the sake of married life——
Message withdrawn.
Mr. Orange: I have a cold.
Liu Tao: Just in time, a glass of hot water and a mystery novel can make you happy when you have a cold.
Liu Tao: Lao Xu, don’t spread rumors! I’ll give you a bag of wolfberries.
Big Beard:Give me a bag.
Mr. Orange: Do you want to get wolfberry for free if you buy a book? This promotion is good, I want it too.
…………
noon.
School is out.
Zhang Zhu and Pan Meimei separated from the crowd and walked to the intersection carrying their schoolbags.
Pan Meimei asked Zhang Zhu, "Isn't your father coming to pick you up?"
"I'm making money for filming."
She took out a red note worth one hundred from her pocket, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so generous to me."
Zhang Zhu asked Pan Meimei to go to the bookstore in case there was a little prince.
The two were chatting next to the zebra crossing at the intersection, waiting for the light to turn green.
After a while, Pan Meimei pulled Zhang Zhu to the side. Zhang Zhu was confused and turned around to see an aunt in a floral skirt, pulling their classmate Xiaohu to stand beside him. Xiaohu was a bit fat and was the fattest in the class.
Stupid, only smiles at people.
Everyone in the class didn't like to play with him and said he was a fool.
But Zhang Zhu doesn't think so.
Xiaohu is just not smart. If stupidity can be called a fool, then everyone in the class can't run as fast as Xiaohu. Does that mean that everyone in the class is lame? Of course, Zhang Zhu thinks this is a bit insulting to the disabled.
Her father said that insulting others to gain a sense of superiority is the lowest possible thing.
none of them.
Zhang Zhu smiled at Xiaohu.
Xiaohu grinned and smiled. He liked smiling at others the most.
Zhang Zhu sometimes feels tired for Xiaohu. His smile is the kind of flattering smile, like a sheep that keeps leaving the flock, relying on laughter to please those who drove him out, hoping to return to them one day.
Xiaohu probably wouldn't have thought of this level.
Zhang Zhu looked at the aunt next to Xiaohu. She was dusty, her face was haggard, and she was standing there in a daze.
They must have told Xiaohu to smile more at school so that others will be nice to you.
"Why."
Zhang Zhu thinks these are all lies.
The light is green.
They crossed the road, and there was a bookstore across the road. The books in the store were mostly teaching aids, but they also sold other books on the first floor. Zhang Zhu thought that if the bookstore didn't have "The Little Prince" this time, she would buy teaching aids.
Books and make up lessons for yourself.
This money can’t be used to buy celebrity merchandise.
It's not easy for her dad to make money either.
The last time she came back, her dad watched the live broadcast of the Big Devil on his mobile phone and said that it was the leader's task and he had to submit a screen recording assignment in the morning.
This is something handsome guy Jiang Da can do.
In terms of being shameless, handsome guy Jiang Da is really shameless. For example, he actually said that he is handsomer than Ke Ke!
joke!
He's only 1.8 meters tall——
Of course, Ke Ke's hard conditions are not comparable to him, but Ke Ke can sing, dance, and play basketball, so he is very versatile.
How dare the handsome guy from Jiang Da compete with Ke Ke?
Too much of an overestimation.
That night, her father was watching the live broadcast in the yard with his mobile phone, listening to the Big Devil singing "People Like Me", and he cried while listening to it. Zhang Zhu didn't quite understand what adults said about "confused people like me,
How many people have you seen who are searching like me, who are doing nothing like me..." This is the sad emotion in self-pity and self-questioning.
But she suddenly felt that growing up was not so good.
Zhang Zhu advised his father not to work too hard. In the worst case, she would buy less milk for Ke Ke in the future.
Her father said that it was not because of this that he had red eyes, but because Jiang Yang, a poor boy, could actually move the devil prince to sing "Someone Like Me", yet he was so vulgar, cowardly, and inactive. It was so shameless.
.
It’s true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and the devil is blindly coaxing his husband.
He let the dog food feed him when he cried.
Zhang Zhu felt that Jiang Yang was quite shameless when it came to Ke Ke, but making David Zhang cry was a sign of looking down on him too much.
Adults are so baffling.
She obviously saw that the big devil loved handsome guy Jiang so much, and he and her mother were equal enemies. She cried when she listened to the song and heard no one hurt her.
Fortunately, David Zhang has a daughter like her who feels sorry for him.
Zhang Zhu led his female classmates into the bookstore. What suddenly caught his eye was the new book being promoted at the door of the bookstore. The name of this new book suddenly caught Zhang Zhu's attention - "Murder on the Orient Express"!
Zhang Zhu didn't know this book.
But when her grandfather was making a miniature model of the Orient Express for Jiang Yang, she had seen it nearby.
Then the Orient Express is not the Orient Express, right?
Zhang Zhu walked to the bookshelf and saw the author's name: Jiang Yang.
"I go!"
Zhang Zhu couldn't help but say, "Jiang Da's handsome guy can still write books. He just said he has no talent, so he slapped him in the face like this?"
Pan Meimei came over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Zhu said it might have been written by an acquaintance of hers.
Because she clearly remembered that in the miniature model of the Orient Express that her grandfather made, there was indeed a dead man in a carriage, and a murder did occur on the carriage.
As far as the miniature model is concerned, it's a coincidence, plus this "Jiangyang"——
There would never be such a coincidence!
Pan Meimei looked at the name and said, "Just the handsome guy from Jiang Da who you mentioned is more handsome than Ke Ke?"
"ah?"
Zhang Zhu said that was all a joke, and in her heart Ke Ke was the most handsome.
Pan Meimei ignored this, "Then I'll buy a copy."
Zhang Zhu thought for a while, and in order to support the handsome guy Jiang Da, she also bought a book. She turned around and was about to pay the bill when she saw Xiaohu. Xiaohu's mother dragged him to the bookstore. Xiaohu's mother was picking books. She was tired just now.
His eyes also glowed, just like the comfort and happiness his father felt sitting under the grapevines with a bottle of beer after a busy day.
The little tiger mother chose the new book before choosing it.
She opened the sample book for reading, and when she saw the editor in charge of the book: Liu Tao, the little tiger mother closed the book, chose an unopened copy of "Murder on the Orient Express" and went to check out.