In addition to those who guess cocklebur, there are also a group of people who believe that the "fifth grade vegetative" is actually Zhuang Yu's vest.
Like cocklebur, Zhuang Yu likes to wear vests very much. From the time Zhuang Yu wrote his first book "Whispers in the Wind" thirty years ago to now, a master has counted nine of his vests.
However, Little Xanthium is somewhat different from Zhuang Yu. Zhuang Yu is a traditional writer, and the themes of his works are generally serious. Except for the first "Whispers in the Wind", all other books are traditional literature.
And Xanthium is an extremely prolific writer of popular novels. He writes about everything, including martial arts, fantasy, science fiction, fantasy, suspense, reasoning, and everything.
So it seems that the "fifth grade vegetative" is more likely to be cocklebur.
As soon as such speculation came out, many people went to the two writers to ask them questions.
Weiyu is a social software commonly used in China in this world, similar to Weibo on earth.
Little Xanthium's whispers went viral, and the latest updates were all about asking him about the "fifth grade vegetative state".
In fact, most people don't think that "Fifth Grade Vegetative" is Yu Dongyu's trumpet, but people like to join in the fun, and watching the fun is not too big a deal, so they stop by and say a few words.
Yu Dongyu is young, less than 40 years old, and he is quite entertaining. When he saw a large group of troops running to him and asking him about the "fifth grade vegetative state" in a whisper, he even posted a message: I made an estimate,
The possibility that the "fifth grade vegetative" is me is about 60%, the possibility that it is Mr. Zhuang Yu is about 30%, and the remaining 10% possibility is someone else.
Is this tantamount to a disguised admission?
However, anyone who knows Yu Dongyu knows that he is joking, and since he posted this update, there is a high probability that this "fifth grade vegetable" is not him.
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Zhang Zhong hasn't read the relevant comments on the Internet, but when he took some time after lunch, he looked at his backstage and saw that the royalties had increased sharply, almost reaching 100,000.
It has only been half a day, but the traffic brought by the physical publication has become so obvious.
Of course, he also noticed that two names suddenly appeared in the comment area-Yu Dongyu and Zhuang Yu.
Of course, both Zhang Zhong and Zhang Zhong know each other. Needless to say, Zhuang Yu, who is in his fifties, has basically won all the more important literary awards in China except for the Nobel Prize for Literature. Moreover, this guy
He has been running for the Nobel Prize for several years, but it is not him in the end every year. Many people feel sorry for him.
And Xanthella Yu Dongyu is one of the best-selling young writers.
Basically, as long as he has a new book every year, he will definitely be at the top of the best-seller list in China that year.
One is a best-selling ace, and the other is a literary master. These two frequently appear in his book review area, which makes Zhang Zhong very strange.
After reading some comments, he finally figured out what was going on. It turned out that someone guessed that he was the trumpet account of the two of them.
Zhang Chong smiled, he never thought such a thing would happen.
In fact, Fang Xingkai asked him before if he wanted to change his pen name to his own name. However, Zhang Zhong felt that it was not necessary at that time and rejected the proposal. Fang Xingkai said nothing more, so the pen name "Fifth Grade Vegetative" remained.
Already.
It is normal for writers to use pen names.
Not only ordinary popular novel writers, but literary masters also have various pen names.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Zhang Zhong was browsing the comments when Zhang Pengpeng suddenly ran over. Because Zhang Zhong had just taken her to bed for a nap, she was only wearing a pair of shorts and a vest.
As soon as she came over, she lay on Zhang Zhong's lap and clung to her father like a pendant.
Zhang Zhong touched her little head and said, "Didn't you go to take a nap? Why are you here again?"
"Dad, I can't sleep. I slept too much in the morning."
"Who told you to take such a long nap?"
After Zhang Zhong came back with his daughter in the morning, the little one lay down on the bed and went back to sleep. She slept for three or four hours, and she didn't get up until almost noon.
I'm fine now, and I can't even fall asleep during my nap.
Zhang Zhong closed the computer, held his daughter in his arms, and asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
Pengpeng held her chin with her chubby little hands, thought for a long time, and said, "I want to go and play with Aunt Yan?"
Zhang Zhong raised his eyebrows, "Why do you suddenly want to play with Aunt Yan?"
"Because I like Aunt Yan." Pengpeng said innocently.
Zhang Jian nodded. It was natural for Pengpeng to like Li Yan. After all, he had just given her a big plane. This little guy was particularly easy to be bribed.
"Okay, but dad needs to call and ask first."
He wanted to call to see if Li Yan and the others were at home, but he did not have Li Yan's phone number, so he could only call Wu Aiying. After learning that Li Yan was at home, he rushed over with Peng Peng.
Halfway through the walk, Pengpeng, who was being held in his arms, suddenly licked her tongue and said, "Aunt Yan probably hasn't finished all the chocolate."
The corners of Zhang Zhong's mouth twitched. It turned out that this little guy didn't miss her Aunt Yan, but missed chocolate.
My daughter, what do we want to eat? Why don’t you take your dad to buy it? How can your dad lose his face by running over to get some food like this?
But Zhang Zhong knew that it was useless to tell Pengpeng, so he could only take her over to enjoy the chocolate.
When they arrived at Aunt Wu's house, Li Yan had already been waiting at the door. The father and daughter went over, and Li Yan opened her hands and took the Peng Peng.
"Pengpeng, I bought a lot of candies recently. I can't finish them all by myself. You have to help me eat them."
Pengpeng nodded seriously, "Don't worry, Aunt Yan, I will definitely help you. Grandma said, we must be happy to help others!"
This idiom was used very clearly... Zhang Zhong scratched his head and stood at the door, looking a little embarrassed as Li Yan carried Pengpeng into the inner room.
When Li Yan walked to the door, she turned around and said, "You don't need me to greet you when you get here. If you want to drink tea, go to the kitchen and make it yourself. If you want to drink something, there is it in the refrigerator."
"Aunt Yan, Pengpeng also wants to have a drink." Pengpeng said while hugging Li Yan's neck.
"Mu——ah!" Li Yan kissed Peng Peng's little face and said with a smile, "Don't worry, there is one in the house."
"I want to drink something iced."
"Okay, I'll get it for you later."
"Uh-huh!"
Zhang Zhong clearly saw Pengpeng smiling so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth, and his eyes were like two crescent moons.
This girl becomes wild whenever she's with Li Yan.
Aunt Wu seemed to have gone out to do errands and was not at home at the moment. Zhang Zhong thought it was convenient for him to go to Li Yan's boudoir, so he sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Although five years have passed, the overall layout of Aunt Wu's house has not changed. Leaning on the sofa, he can still recall the scenes from that year in his mind.
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