The girl who walks the streets

I've been writing novels for six years, more than 100,000 words for short stories and more than a million words for long stories, and now I've finally, finally, finally succeeded!

My University Has No Ghosts" was published by a publisher in Beijing because of its novel subject matter, and it sold very well. Originally I had to follow the general trend of internship to find a job, but now I am at least a writer, so I don't have to be a small employee like them to look at the boss.

This is not, to increase sales again, but to do a book signing conference in Xidan Book Building. (Tell your girlfriend a long bedtime tragic love story) to be honest, I'm a little worried, my words really can't take a hand, readers see my words are not shocked? The teacher let me practice words when I was in junior college, I did not care, she joked, later when you become a writer how to give people autographs? I retorted that they did not want my words.

I don't want the prophecy to come true, but the reader is not looking for my words. Although the day was hard, but also very happy, incidentally met a few local tycoon readers.

In the evening, when I came out of a happy dinner with the tycoon readers and editors, a girl appeared out of nowhere and stopped me, and it was not cold in Beijing in the ninth month of the lunar calendar, but the girl looked thin and helpless in the night wind.

Just as I was getting a little impatient and trying to get around her, she spoke up, "Ginyu."

Ginyu is my pen name.

So it was my reader, and I put down my raised foot.

The girl smiled shyly and straightened her hair that was scattered by the blowing wind, "Ginyu, I am your most loyal reader line street mushroom, so many people during the day, I did not have the opportunity to ......"

"You waited for a day ah?" A dirtbag reader asked in surprise.

The girl nodded her head.

This took me by surprise, too, and the straight man was moved.

The mushroom from Row Street was a loyal fan of My College Without Ghosts, the most active and positive, and more importantly, she was one of the few girls among the fans. I had a fantasy of what she would look like, but in reality, she was not that pretty, she had a round face and a somewhat fat body, which matched her self-proclaimed "baby pig".

"Can you walk with me?" The mushroom girl on the street asked.

I had some difficulty looking at a few of the mushroom readers, but they said it was okay, they were all in Beijing anyway, so they could contact me anytime.

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I walked past one street light after another with the street mushroom, and we were even more engaged in conversation than online, during which I asked her how it was that you were in Beijing when your geographical location on QQ was Guangdong.

The first thing I did was look at myself speechlessly.

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The night was getting darker as time went on, and I was about to say goodbye to her when she stopped and pointed to a nearby tall building, "I'm right here, thanks for the ride home."

"Uh ......" I looked out the lighted window and had the feeling of being counted on.

She trotted off into the neighborhood with a smile, leaving me dazed in place.

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The good things that came to me could not be stopped. The physical book "My College Has No Ghosts" was selling well, and a Hong Kong director came to the door and said he wanted to adapt it into a movie.

I was so excited, I don't need to say, but at the same time, I was busy. The novel was different from the movie, many places had to be revised, and the filmmakers had a time limit, which made me very tired.

The phone rang.

I took the phone to answer the phone, but the caller had no number, thought it was the phone malfunction, did not think too much and answered the phone.

"Hey, it's me, the mushroom from the street, come out for a walk?" A familiar female voice came from the other end of the line.

I was tired after a day of changing my manuscript, and since I had a girl to meet, why not? I readily agreed.

I saw a soft girl standing on the platform, she was so special in the middle of the crowd, like a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks.