The exhibition center is packed with book fair-goers, as it is every year.

Speaking of which, the book fair has been in this city for more than ten years, and this is the second time for Liu Yun to participate.

The first time I participated in a new book conference as a new author was five years ago. At that time, there were not so many people attending the book fair, and most of the people who came to the conference were science fiction readers. They really came to support new authors because they liked science fiction.

Not long after arriving at the exhibition area, thousands of Yuanming came to say hello.

"Song Xiaoxiao will participate in the interview with you today. Has Liu Yun read some of his works?"

Too bad, I originally wanted to read it, but because of the shaking of my hands, I couldn't get up to read Song Xiaoxiao's novel.

Yuan Ming noticed something strange, hesitated for a moment, and took out a post-it note from his bag.

"This is what I prepared for you, take a look."

After the sticky note was handed to Liu Yun, Yuan Ming said that he was going to set up tables, chairs and books at the forum, but he made an excuse and walked away.

The treatment is not as good as it was five years ago.

Five years ago, Yuanming accompanied him very carefully to check the details of the interview, and introduced him to colleagues from the publishing house and authors who also came to the book fair.

Today, he was a little careless.

Liu Yun didn't know if he was thinking too much.

The sticky notes are full of introductions about Song Xiaoxiao, a writer with brains, Philip Dick from the East, and the like.

But Song Xiaoxiao hasn't published a physical book yet, and Liu Yun couldn't find the book even if he tried to flip through a few pages temporarily.

So I stuffed the post-it note into my pocket, and wandered around the exhibition area alone before the interview started.

Lots of books, lots of people.

Other than that, Liu Yun had no other feelings.

The complicated place is really not suitable for me. If I stay here all day, I am afraid I will not be able to write a word after returning home.

Thinking this way, Liu Yun comforted himself. After all, the necessary social interaction is also good for promoting his works. Isn't that what everyone does?

When passing the exhibition area of ​​women's books, a group of fans dressed as students gathered around an author to sign.

The female author looks so young, maybe only 23? I started writing in college.

Liu Yun stopped and watched for a few minutes, but he was a little surprised that he didn't see a male reader.

I wonder how many of my readers are boys and how many girls?

He suddenly became somewhat interested in the author's book in front of him, and had an urge to read it.

However, they are all female readers, so it is a bit strange to walk over by a man alone.

While hesitating, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Liu Yun blinked and looked again, it really was that guy.

Although he was wearing a suit, Liu Yun still recognized that ordinary face.

What is that man doing?

Liu Yun suddenly felt a little blushing, obviously it was the man who made the strange move, Liu Yun didn't know why he became nervous.

I saw the man in the suit holding a pink hardcover book in his left hand and a pink quill more than 30 centimeters long in his right hand.

Squeezed among a group of female students, completely disregarding his own image.

Liu Yun was sweating for him, but couldn't help turning around and leaving.

Seeing that he finally squeezed to the author's side and was about to sign the autograph, Liu Yun also heaved a sigh of relief, happy for his efforts.

Unexpectedly, there were still people queuing up behind, and this man, regardless of others, even asked to take a photo with the author.

The author also couldn't refuse, so he could only smile reluctantly.

The man who got the photo and the signature walked out of the crowd triumphantly, and later female readers asked him if the author was there, whether they could get the signature even in line. The man answered one by one, and every time he finished answering the question, no matter whether the other person was happy or not, he would put his mobile phone in front of the other person to show off his photo with the author.

What a weird uncle.

Those female readers must have thought so.

"Ah, isn't this Liuyun?"

While joking with a female reader, the man suddenly waved at Liu Yun, who could only walk forward.

"This is my favorite author, Liu Yun, you can read his novels when you have time."

The person who spoke was Mu Chun, who was trying to get an 18-year-old girl who read romance novels to read hard science fiction written by Liu Yun.

The girl nodded politely, and Mu Chun pulled her to look at the photo of himself and the author.

"Hello author, what type of novel do you write? Is it Guo Jingming's kind?"

What?

Liu Yun's head buzzed continuously.

"No, Liu Yun is writing about Liu Cixin, Han Song, a science fiction writer."

"Science fiction? The Game of Thrones kind?"

The girl tried her best to understand Mu Chun's words, but the effect didn't seem to be satisfactory.

"No, that's fantasy, and the "Game of Thrones" you mentioned is an American drama, and the original book is "A Song of Ice and Fire."

"Oh. What's that?"

Mu Chun slapped his head and shouted, "The Wandering Earth, The Three-Body Problem."

"Oh oh oh oh." The girl said happily, "I know I know, Wu Jing, Uncle Wu Jing."

"What, I'm talking about a novel, but you're talking about a movie."

Liu Yun standing aside didn't know what to say or do, Mu Chun became more and more anxious, and the girl lost her patience.

It was originally to introduce Liu Yun, but in the end, Liu Yun was forgotten.

There is no sense of presence.

Perhaps, it is such an author who has no sense of existence.

Liu Yun laughed at himself secretly, still trying his best to keep a smile on his face.

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"Why is the doctor here?"

Liuyun's question gave Mu Chun something to show off how much he liked that female writer, and how clever he was to ask for a group photo. Liu Yun can only say that he happened to see all of these.

"What is this woman author writing about?"

"Do you know "Langya Bang"?"

Liu Yun nodded, "The novels and movies of "Langya Bang" are good. Could it be that the one just now was Haiyan? But it's not right."

"Of course not. I mean novels similar to "Langya Bang"."

"But "Langya Bang" has a lot of male readers, and the age structure is not quite right. There are all female students there."

Mu Chun also felt that he seemed to have given an inappropriate example, so he said a lot of titles such as "Three Lives III", "Fragrant Flowers", "Moonlight Queen of Spiritual Words" and so on. Liu Yun really didn't know.

Is every line like a mountain, every category like a world?

Mu Chun was also out of breath and couldn't continue to explain.

At this moment, Chu Sisi was wearing a dress, and a man in a suit was standing behind him, walking towards the two of them.

"This, this is Dr. Chu."

Liu Yun looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, not daring to recognize her.

"Miss, Madam wants you to go back as soon as possible, you can easily dirty the gift."

"I see."

Chu Sisi replied coldly.

"Teacher, you said to meet with your friends from the publishing house, is the matter over?"

Friends from the publishing house?

Did Mu Chun really know someone from the publishing house?

Liu Yun was confused. It was strange to see a doctor outside the hospital, but the clothes and speech of these two people made him even more confused.