""The Wandering Sea Ball" is a very good book. If this book cannot win the award, it will undoubtedly make me lose confidence in the Nebula Award - Autism."
"Although from a personal emotional point of view, these four books should all win the award, but my reason tells me that it is impossible for all of them to win the award. If only one book can win the award, I hope it will be "Dune", at least more
Persuasive - NIGORI"
"Can the judges of the Nebula Awards who write comments here see it?"
"Of course you can't see it, fool."
"That girl who called me a fool, I remember you."
"How do you know I'm a girl?"
"I was secretly observing."
"Come on pz - Erstickt"
"Is there any beautiful girl who likes science fiction novels? Please add me on insXXXX——Nefertari"
“The friend on the previous page seems to think this is a social note, haha——sling”
…
"These readers are quite funny." Xu Yuhan looked through the comments above and said with a smile.
"Well, you can tell by their nicknames that they are not normal people."
These people probably used this book as an online message board. Many people wrote their nicknames after writing messages, pretending to be an online message board.
Their nicknames are also quite interesting, like autism, abyss, suffocation, none of them are normal anyway.
Of course, compared to the nicknames of the "Buried Love Family" series, it pales in comparison.
"It's not very good for you to say this about your own readers."
"Can't you hear that I'm praising them?"
Xu Yuhan shook her head, "I can't tell it at all... Hey, it's not like they all say good things, there are also some who say the opposite."
She turned to one of the pages and said, "Look at this... you guys have praised PZ too much. In fact, he is just like that. At least I can't read these books."
"It's okay. It's just an expression of different opinions. It's normal for people not to like it."
"That's true, but this person came to this section specially and left a message. It seems that his complaint against you is not just as expressed in this paragraph."
Zhang Chong said with a smile, "This is because he left a message in real life, surrounded by readers of my book. He probably didn't feel safe when writing. After all, it is different from the Internet."
"That's right."
"Well..." Zhang Zhong was about to say something when he suddenly felt his clothes being pulled. He knew it was definitely Pengpeng without even looking.
Pengpeng pulled Zhang Zhong's clothes and said, "Dad, I want to go there."
Zhang Zhong looked in the direction of her finger. There were many children around the place she was talking about. It should be the children's book section. Although Pengpeng didn't know how to read, she still had her own observation skills and could quickly identify herself in the bookstore.
Places of interest.
The two of them took her there, so Pengpeng found the book by herself without them having to worry about it. After a while, she found a large picture album.
Zhang Zhong glanced at it. It was a children's book about dinosaurs. It was mainly pictures with some text.
The text part was ignored by Pengpeng. What she wanted to see were the dinosaurs.
Pengpeng took the book and sat down next to him. Zhang Zhong and Xu Yuhan were not in a hurry to leave. They just stood next to them, chatting and looking at Pengpeng.
"This is a triceratops. Don't think it's so fierce. In fact, it eats grass."
Zhang Zhong looked down and saw a little boy with blond hair sitting next to Pengpeng, also holding a dinosaur picture album in his hand. The words he just said were obviously what he said to Pengpeng, because Pengpeng was turning to the Triceratops side.
.
But what he spoke was in English, and Pengpeng couldn't understand it at all, so she just looked at him with her eyes open.
Zhang Zhong smiled and translated for Peng Peng, "He told you that this is a triceratops. Although it looks fierce, it eats grass."
After that, he said to the little boy in English, "Thank you for your popular science."
The little boy was stunned for a moment, "She...can't speak?"
"Of course she can speak, but she only speaks Chinese."
"Oh, are you from China?"
"Well, we are from China."
Pengpeng raised her head and asked Zhang Zhong, "Dad, what are you talking about?"
When the little boy saw Pengpeng speaking, he thought that she could indeed talk, but he couldn't understand what she was saying.
"He asked us if we were from China."
"Of course we are from China. Didn't he see that I look different from him? How stupid. I even knew he was American."
"If he looks different from him, he must be Chinese, and he may not be American."
"Yeah?"
"Of course."
"Then is he American?"
Zhang Chong went to ask the little boy again: "Are you a local?"
"Yes, my family lives on Park Avenue." the little boy replied.
Zhang Zhong told Pengpeng again, "His home is not far away."
"Is he alone? Why didn't he come with dad?"
…
Zhang Zhong acted as translator for them and was very busy. Xu Yuhan laughed and said to Zhang Zhong, "You translate well here, I will go and take a look."
"Um."
Little Will found it quite interesting. This was the first time for him to chat with a pure Chinese, no, not one, but two.
This man looked like he should be the little girl's father, but he was too young. He didn't even have a beard. He couldn't help but cover his face when he thought of his father's beard and big belly. The difference was too big.
It's obvious.
"I heard that you Chinese people have been very good at mathematics since childhood. Is she also very good?"
Zhang Zhong translated his words to Pengpeng, who said confidently, "My best thing is mathematics."
"She can skillfully calculate additions within ten." Zhang Zhong said to the little boy.
"Oh, then it's really... uh, it seems to be about the same as me." In fact, he wanted to say that it was worse than him, but he was embarrassed to say it. Then he thought of something and asked, "Do you know Kung Fu?
"
As he spoke, he also put on a "Kung Fu" posture.
Zhang Zhong nodded seriously, "Well, actually we didn't come by plane, but by flying with swords."
"Really? Where is your sword?" The little boy's eyes were bright and he looked at Zhang Zhong with great interest, as if he was looking for where his sword was.
"Haha, I'm kidding you, not everyone in China knows kung fu."
"Oh, that's it." The little boy was a little disappointed.
Pengpeng didn't know what he was talking about. If she knew, she would definitely say arrogantly, "This guy is so stupid."
In fact, Americans have far more stereotypes about Chinese people than these, but the little boy is still polite and the questions he raises are not intense. Little Will originally thought that Chinese people have small eyes, but when he saw Peng Peng, he found that
Not so.
And the man he was talking to was gentler and more gentlemanly than most people he knew, and he seemed to understand everything he said.