This first royalty was less than ten yuan, but Zhang Zhong looked at the numbers on the computer and smiled like a child.
Compared with the countless numbers in his bank account in his previous life, these eight dollars were obviously more meaningful to him.
"Dad, why are you laughing?" Pengpeng hugged the little gray rabbit doll and looked at her father with a pair of big eyes. She didn't know why her father suddenly laughed.
The little gray rabbit doll in her hand was bought by Hu Huifang for Zhang Zhong when he was a child. The rabbit had been in his family for more than 20 years and was now passed on to Pengpeng.
The rabbit is not very good-looking, just an ordinary gray rabbit holding a red radish. After so long, its fur has lost its shape.
But Pengpeng seems to like this rabbit very much and often holds it in his hands when at home.
Zhang Zhong held his daughter, including the rabbit and the people, on his lap, and said with a smile, "Dad tells people stories on the Internet. People say that Dad's stories are very nice, so Dad is very happy."
"Yes, Dad is a great writer who tells stories to people. Of course Dad's stories are nice to hear." Peng [Biquge www.biqugexx.biz] Peng dug into Zhang Chong's arms and said, "But what Dad said
Peng Peng didn’t understand the story.”
Zhang Zhong hugged his daughter into his arms. Although the "Jieyou Grocery Store" he told his daughter had been simplified, the story was indeed a bit complicated. Pengpeng was only four years old, so it was normal for her to not understand it.
He smiled and said, "How about daddy tell Pengpeng another story, a story that is even better than this one."
"good!"
"Dad, let me tell you a story about a little duck. A long time ago, in a remote rural area, a group of little ducks were born. These little ducks were all fluffy and very cute. However, one of the little ducks looked different from the other little ducks.
It’s not the same…”
The story of the ugly duckling does not exist in this world, and it is one of the few stories Zhang Zhong has remembered that is suitable for telling his daughter during his years on earth.
The story was also very simple, but the little man in his arms was extremely fascinated by it. When he heard that the little duck was being squeezed out by other ducks and people and escaped, Pengpeng was very excited, clutching Zhang Zhong's clothes.
"Why are they like this!"
Zhang Zhong smiled and continued.
Until the end when the ugly duckling turned into a swan and flew towards the swan, Peng Peng's eyes were shining.
"Ah, it turns out he is a swan, a swan that is more beautiful than those chickens and ducks."
She looked up at Zhang Zhong again, "Dad, will I also become a swan in the future?"
Zhang Zhong patted her head lovingly and said, "In dad's eyes, you will always be a swan. When dad tells you this story, he doesn't want to tell you that ugly ducklings will turn into swans. He just wants you to know that no matter what other people's eyes are,
No matter how we look, we should not look at others through colored glasses. Similarly, even if we don’t look good, we should not feel sorry for ourselves, because we are no different from others.”
Zhang Zhong felt that there was no need to say the last sentence because his penis was so beautiful.
"Yes, I understand." Pengpeng nodded firmly, as if I understood, but Zhang Zhong still saw the confusion in her eyes.
Zhang Zhong didn't take it seriously. She was only four years old, so she needed to slowly understand this truth.
"By the way, Dad, what are tinted glasses? Are they different from grandma's glasses? I see grandma wearing glasses every time she watches TV. Can tinted glasses make our TV colorful?"
Zhang Zhong touched his head, and she really didn't understand anything. But didn't their TV have color? It was obviously a color TV, but it might have broken down and my parents didn't repair it.
Maybe when I get the royalties, I will first buy a color TV set for my home.
Seeing the confusion on Pengpeng's face, Zhang Zhong began to explain to her what colored glasses were. He had no choice but to fill the hole he dug.
…
In the boys' dormitory of Bashu University, a boy wearing glasses was lying on the bed. He had to take the postgraduate entrance examination next semester, so he stayed at school during the summer vacation. There were four people in the same dormitory taking the postgraduate entrance examination, and the other three were all reading, and he was the only one.
A salted fish is still lying on the bed, not wanting to study at all.
"Oops, why did it break at the critical part? It's like an online novel." Fang Qing complained.
When he was bored, he browsed around in "Agitation Literature" and accidentally found a novel that was quite unique. He didn't quite understand it when he first read it, but the ideas about time and space in the novel made him find it quite interesting.
, and kept looking at it.
As he read more and more, he felt that there were more things in this book. The stories whose timeline seemed a little messy seemed to be slowly converging into a network. And each of these stories was fascinating.
It feels both warm and wonderful.
Only a part of the book was uploaded, and the key parts were gone. As for the web he guessed had not yet begun to close. He was looking forward to the next story and the final convergence of these timelines.
It seems now that he has not figured out some of the timelines of this book. It seems that some very important clues are missing. The multi-line development of the story and the author's extremely jumping narrative style have all clouded the originally warm story.
A touch of suspense.
I hope this author can hold on. Although it seems that the author has good control at present, he has not seen the subsequent content. No one can guarantee whether the entire network will collapse before it is even woven.
It seems that the author's name is a new author, and this is also the other person's first book. As for whether it is the author's vest, Fang Qing is not sure, but he has never seen an author with the same narrative style.
He wrote a comment under the book, hoping that the author could see it and upload the rest of it as soon as possible. It was really uncomfortable to read a good book only to find that the rest of it was gone.
This feeling could only be endured by himself, which made him feel a little boring. After thinking for a while, he turned on his phone, found a novel exchange group, and sent the link to "Jieyou Grocery Store".
"When I find a good book, I will guarantee it with my life. It will definitely be good to read. If it is not good to read, I am willing to mention it."
In this group, people often exchange their reading experiences of excellent works, and people often recommend excellent books in this group.
Fang Qing is also an old man in the group. As soon as he posted a message, several acquaintances jumped out.
"Fang Qing, aren't you going to take the postgraduate entrance examination? Do you still have time to read other books?"
"Are you trying to trick me? I just clicked on it and no one has read this book."
"Who wants your head to use as a chamber pot?"
Fang Qing smiled and returned: "I just found the relic pearl, and I even commented on it and put in a coin."