NOVEL SIMPLE My system chooses to create an entertainment empire by itself
Chapter 137 Won't leave the rose
Chapter 137 Won't leave the rose
After listening to the previous words, Deng Ling opened the book, and there was this sentence on it:
"Children, please forgive me for dedicating this book to an adult."
She immediately became interested. She hadn't opened the book before, and she felt that since she was so old, how could she still read fairy tales.
She bought it just to meet Yan Zhi.
Fairy tales are very easy to read, especially there are some lovely illustrations in it, and she gradually immersed herself in this fairy tale.
She followed the story of the little prince, witnessed all kinds of people, and witnessed the little prince leaving the rose he loved and the fox who loved him.
I met children and I met adults.
I have seen innocence and vanity.
Every story of the little prince has a truth.
She is immersed in it, and regrets that all the fox got is sadness, and she also looked for a pen when she saw a certain sentence she liked.
But she didn't have a pen on her body, so she would use her nails to draw a few marks under the paragraphs.
When the fox says, "Your roses are so important because you spend time on them."
After she wrote this sentence, she looked up at Yan Zhi, who was signing the signature, and showed a faint smile.
She saw her childhood in the little prince's innocence, and she saw herself in the people the little prince met.
I would envy the little prince's pure heart, and envy him that he can discover so many wonderful things, but the more I grow up, the less I can discover, and I am busy every day like a pendulum.
I will think of growth, and I will think of what I lost when I grew up.
I will miss, I will miss what I once gave up.
She still remembers the embarrassing things she did when she was a child. Those things made her hard to say, but she always smiled when she thought of them.
She grew up and became complicated, but what she saw became simpler.
On the journey of growing up, we often lose some precious things.But when she misses it, she has already accepted it all.
After all, the little prince left and returned to the place that belonged to him.
On the last page of the book, he wrote: "But adults will never understand how important this is!"
She closed the book, maybe she wanted to explore something, she thought a lot.
But the more she thought about it, the more she cherished this book.
She held the book tightly, and when she looked up, the woman in front of her with the hairpin handed her two packets of bread.
Probably knowing what she was thinking, the woman wearing the card smiled and said: "Just now Yan Zhi's bodyguard sent it over, saying that Yan Zhi bought it for us.
If he sees you reading a book, he can see it, so let me give it to you later. "
"Thank you." Deng Ling took it with a smile. She didn't know who she was talking to. Maybe it was the woman wearing the hairpin, maybe Yu Ping, maybe Yan Zhi, maybe both.
Hot tears streaked down her face as she gnawed the bread, and she whispered softly: "The little prince has left the roses he cherishes, but I will not."
The long queue didn't know how long it took, but these people didn't show any impatience.
He was obviously twisting his feet constantly, but when Yan Zhi asked, he said he was not tired at all.
Even though the whole body has no strength, he still looks extremely happy. This is something Yan Zhi, a person who likes to rest when traveling, cannot understand.
When the security guard let Deng Ling in, Yan Zhi stretched his waist and moved his fingers. He saw that there were still tears in Deng Ling's eyes, and took this opportunity to ask, "Have you ever cried?"
If an ordinary person asked Yan Zhi after crying, he might be offended, but Deng Ling boldly admitted: "Yes."
"Is your leg hurting?" Yan Zhi picked up "The Little Prince" that Deng Ling put on the table, hesitated for a while, and signed his name.
On the title page of the book, there are only a few dry spots left on the wetted paper.
"It doesn't hurt." Deng Ling asked, "Did you draw the small illustrations in the book?"
"Eh?" Yan Zhi glanced at Deng Ling in surprise and nodded slightly: "I drew it."
That painting was painted by him in that place in the desert. At that time, he had nothing to do, so he wanted to help out and drew a few paintings based on his imagination based on the words in the book.
Because the system can only transmit texts, it can't draw by itself. It is too neat, not like a human drawing, but like a computer composite.
In fact, he painted each of those paintings for a long time, and he didn't know how many times he changed each one.
"Very good, I like it very much." Deng Ling picked up the signed book, stood up, and showed a sunny smile.
Before she left, she turned around solemnly: "I will not give up my roses."
Then he ran away quickly.
Yan Zhi was stunned, a little confused.
……
The appearance of "The Little Prince" has attracted a lot of attention, which is also related to Yan Zhi's efforts to promote it.
On the Internet, the number of reviews in a single day is jaw-dropping.
There are no children rated on the Internet, which also makes the number of fairy tale books rated on the Internet is small, and "The Little Prince" breaks through this concept.
And most of the evaluations are sentences in it.
"My flower's life is short. She only has four thorns to protect herself from the world, but I left her alone on my planet!"
"What touches me most about this sleeping little prince is his affection for a rose - even when he is asleep, the shadow of the rose still illuminates his life like a light..."
……
Someone noticed it, how should this book be positioned?
You say it is a fairy tale for adults, but children can also read it, and you say it is for children, but you don't understand the truth in it.
This kind of discussion also continued for a period of time, but in the end no result was reached.
Of course, the most interesting thing is Yan Zhi’s reasoning fans. This time they went to bomb the socialist writers who criticized Yan Zhi.
【It must be the relationship between you and a few other people that made Yan Zhi angry, so he stopped writing reasoning and ran to write fairy tales. 】
[I'm still your fan. Now I'm going to apologize to Yan Zhi and ask him to come back and write reasoning. I will buy your books in the future. 】
[I really don’t know how you grew up. You are so jealous every day. You can’t see others being better than you, right? 】
They believe that these people caused Yan Zhi not to write mystery novels.
As for the fans of these socialist writers?
Can't control the fans and can't control these small fan groups?
The next day, those children's literature writers came forward and recommended it.
On the third day of sale, the official media forwarded and recommended it.
On this day, when Yan Zhi was attending an event, someone asked: "Couting Stars actually expresses the same thing as this book, right?"
Yan Zhi just smiled softly: "What you say is yes, and no is no. This is what the book brings you to think about, not what I want to give you."
On this day again, Yan Zhi returned to the show. As soon as he came in, he summoned the students who had been quietly sent to Cen Feng.
They started rehearsing again.
And he also invited Han Yue, who didn't want to play, to help them choreograph the dance.
Until the arrival of the third period...
(End of this chapter)
After listening to the previous words, Deng Ling opened the book, and there was this sentence on it:
"Children, please forgive me for dedicating this book to an adult."
She immediately became interested. She hadn't opened the book before, and she felt that since she was so old, how could she still read fairy tales.
She bought it just to meet Yan Zhi.
Fairy tales are very easy to read, especially there are some lovely illustrations in it, and she gradually immersed herself in this fairy tale.
She followed the story of the little prince, witnessed all kinds of people, and witnessed the little prince leaving the rose he loved and the fox who loved him.
I met children and I met adults.
I have seen innocence and vanity.
Every story of the little prince has a truth.
She is immersed in it, and regrets that all the fox got is sadness, and she also looked for a pen when she saw a certain sentence she liked.
But she didn't have a pen on her body, so she would use her nails to draw a few marks under the paragraphs.
When the fox says, "Your roses are so important because you spend time on them."
After she wrote this sentence, she looked up at Yan Zhi, who was signing the signature, and showed a faint smile.
She saw her childhood in the little prince's innocence, and she saw herself in the people the little prince met.
I would envy the little prince's pure heart, and envy him that he can discover so many wonderful things, but the more I grow up, the less I can discover, and I am busy every day like a pendulum.
I will think of growth, and I will think of what I lost when I grew up.
I will miss, I will miss what I once gave up.
She still remembers the embarrassing things she did when she was a child. Those things made her hard to say, but she always smiled when she thought of them.
She grew up and became complicated, but what she saw became simpler.
On the journey of growing up, we often lose some precious things.But when she misses it, she has already accepted it all.
After all, the little prince left and returned to the place that belonged to him.
On the last page of the book, he wrote: "But adults will never understand how important this is!"
She closed the book, maybe she wanted to explore something, she thought a lot.
But the more she thought about it, the more she cherished this book.
She held the book tightly, and when she looked up, the woman in front of her with the hairpin handed her two packets of bread.
Probably knowing what she was thinking, the woman wearing the card smiled and said: "Just now Yan Zhi's bodyguard sent it over, saying that Yan Zhi bought it for us.
If he sees you reading a book, he can see it, so let me give it to you later. "
"Thank you." Deng Ling took it with a smile. She didn't know who she was talking to. Maybe it was the woman wearing the hairpin, maybe Yu Ping, maybe Yan Zhi, maybe both.
Hot tears streaked down her face as she gnawed the bread, and she whispered softly: "The little prince has left the roses he cherishes, but I will not."
The long queue didn't know how long it took, but these people didn't show any impatience.
He was obviously twisting his feet constantly, but when Yan Zhi asked, he said he was not tired at all.
Even though the whole body has no strength, he still looks extremely happy. This is something Yan Zhi, a person who likes to rest when traveling, cannot understand.
When the security guard let Deng Ling in, Yan Zhi stretched his waist and moved his fingers. He saw that there were still tears in Deng Ling's eyes, and took this opportunity to ask, "Have you ever cried?"
If an ordinary person asked Yan Zhi after crying, he might be offended, but Deng Ling boldly admitted: "Yes."
"Is your leg hurting?" Yan Zhi picked up "The Little Prince" that Deng Ling put on the table, hesitated for a while, and signed his name.
On the title page of the book, there are only a few dry spots left on the wetted paper.
"It doesn't hurt." Deng Ling asked, "Did you draw the small illustrations in the book?"
"Eh?" Yan Zhi glanced at Deng Ling in surprise and nodded slightly: "I drew it."
That painting was painted by him in that place in the desert. At that time, he had nothing to do, so he wanted to help out and drew a few paintings based on his imagination based on the words in the book.
Because the system can only transmit texts, it can't draw by itself. It is too neat, not like a human drawing, but like a computer composite.
In fact, he painted each of those paintings for a long time, and he didn't know how many times he changed each one.
"Very good, I like it very much." Deng Ling picked up the signed book, stood up, and showed a sunny smile.
Before she left, she turned around solemnly: "I will not give up my roses."
Then he ran away quickly.
Yan Zhi was stunned, a little confused.
……
The appearance of "The Little Prince" has attracted a lot of attention, which is also related to Yan Zhi's efforts to promote it.
On the Internet, the number of reviews in a single day is jaw-dropping.
There are no children rated on the Internet, which also makes the number of fairy tale books rated on the Internet is small, and "The Little Prince" breaks through this concept.
And most of the evaluations are sentences in it.
"My flower's life is short. She only has four thorns to protect herself from the world, but I left her alone on my planet!"
"What touches me most about this sleeping little prince is his affection for a rose - even when he is asleep, the shadow of the rose still illuminates his life like a light..."
……
Someone noticed it, how should this book be positioned?
You say it is a fairy tale for adults, but children can also read it, and you say it is for children, but you don't understand the truth in it.
This kind of discussion also continued for a period of time, but in the end no result was reached.
Of course, the most interesting thing is Yan Zhi’s reasoning fans. This time they went to bomb the socialist writers who criticized Yan Zhi.
【It must be the relationship between you and a few other people that made Yan Zhi angry, so he stopped writing reasoning and ran to write fairy tales. 】
[I'm still your fan. Now I'm going to apologize to Yan Zhi and ask him to come back and write reasoning. I will buy your books in the future. 】
[I really don’t know how you grew up. You are so jealous every day. You can’t see others being better than you, right? 】
They believe that these people caused Yan Zhi not to write mystery novels.
As for the fans of these socialist writers?
Can't control the fans and can't control these small fan groups?
The next day, those children's literature writers came forward and recommended it.
On the third day of sale, the official media forwarded and recommended it.
On this day, when Yan Zhi was attending an event, someone asked: "Couting Stars actually expresses the same thing as this book, right?"
Yan Zhi just smiled softly: "What you say is yes, and no is no. This is what the book brings you to think about, not what I want to give you."
On this day again, Yan Zhi returned to the show. As soon as he came in, he summoned the students who had been quietly sent to Cen Feng.
They started rehearsing again.
And he also invited Han Yue, who didn't want to play, to help them choreograph the dance.
Until the arrival of the third period...
(End of this chapter)
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