After the leader of He Sen

The networking meeting is on Saturday, so arrive early on Friday.It is said to be an exchange meeting, but it is more like a large-scale signing event. Books are sold on site, and each author will have his own booth.

After learning about the process of the exchange meeting from editor Chi Wei, I was suddenly embarrassed: 【Isn’t this a public execution? 】

He sent a question mark puzzled.

The stalls of writers whose works sell well are bound to be bustling with people, and writers like me who have few Twitter followers and whose works have a relatively small audience may have no one to ask for autographs.

Just imagining it makes me curl my toes.

Me: [I feel that no one will come to my booth, which is a bit embarrassing. 】

Editor Chiwei comforted me politely: [Ms. Lili also has more confidence in herself, the long stories you serialized in the magazine are very popular.Moreover, this event has been promoted online one month in advance, and there will be many people coming. 】

【Okay...Okay. 】

Finally finalized the itinerary to Tokyo.I made up my mind, if there is no one at the booth, I will go directly to Kishibe Rohan's signing office and line up. There must be a lot of people there.

Originally, the authors who went to participate in this event had to arrange accommodation together, but Lin Taro deliberately turned down his work on Friday to accompany me. It was inconvenient to bring family members, so we booked another hotel separately.

The departure time from home was relatively late, and I was driving by myself, so when I arrived at the hotel I booked in Tokyo, it was already evening close to night.

It's just a car, and I'm not the driver. I don't know why I feel a deep sense of fatigue, and there is obvious anxiety mixed with the fatigue.

Put on the hotel's spare new slippers, step on the thick carpet, soft and thick.

"Not too happy?" Mori Ogai handed me a bottle of mineral water that had just been unscrewed, "Didn't you get excited for meeting your idol last night?"

I took a sip from the bottle, "Happiness is happiness, but I'm also worried."

"worry about what?"

I squirmed, "Probably... no one came to me for an autograph or something."

As expected, he really laughed, "I've been worrying about this for a long time. I assure you that what you worry about will never happen. There will definitely be many people coming to you to ask for your autograph tomorrow."

"Many are not possible. As long as there are a few, I'm satisfied." I leaned on his shoulder. Although I didn't solve the problem fundamentally, I felt a little more at ease after telling him.

I woke up very early the next day.

Attending such an important occasion for the first time, I took pains to dress up.

She wore a woolen skirt with lapels that narrowed her waist, and a small cape with black and white prints.She wears a choker with a black and blue butterfly on her neck. In fact, she also wears a small butterfly on her left chest, but no one else can see it.

"Does it look good? Is it too fancy?" I don't know how many times I struggled with the color scheme of my body in front of the mirror.

"No, Lixiang looks good in anything." His answer never changed.

Such blind praise will make me also have blind self-confidence.

"It's great to have blind confidence, not to mention that it's not blind. Lixiang, please believe in yourself, you are much better than you imagined yourself." He took out a new wide-brimmed woolen hat and put it on me overhead.

When I got to the venue, I understood what Mori Ogai meant when he said that there would be many people who came to ask for autographs.Obviously, he asked members of the afia to support my signing work.

Well, come on, but why not come back with a different outfit?The suit was straight, and he also wore the iconic sunglasses. He was tall, and he was rowed back in a row, becoming a beautiful landscape in the venue.

Me: ...Help!Help!

A more embarrassing scene than I imagined appeared!

Hayashi Taro also shamelessly mixed in the queue and lined up, holding the newly bought "Weird House" to ask me for an autograph.

"Mr. Lily, please write a blessing for me." He smiled and handed over the book.

I hung my head blushing, and hung the tip of the pen above the title page, "What kind of blessing do you want to write?"

"I just got married recently. My wife is very beautiful and gentle. I love her very much." He said nasty things to me without blushing.

I have heard the short sentence "I love you" countless times, but under such a special situation, the shyness has also risen sharply.

I made a voice smaller than a mosquito: "She loves you too."

The face is so hot that you can fry an egg, will it be seen by others?I expected to be executed in public, but not in such a special way.

"So, do you want to write something like a happy wedding?" Take it easy, don't be nervous.

"No, just write..." He paused for a moment.

I raised my head and met his gaze, feeling bathed in warm sunlight.

"Just write—" his thin lips were pursed, and finally curved again, "I hope Lixiang will be happy forever."

Both the butterfly curse spirit and the heart were trembling, and the rhythmic heartbeat echoed in my ears. I carefully wrote down some beautiful handwriting on the white paper:

"I hope Lixiang and Lin Taro will be happy forever."

To my relief, apart from the afia members who were brought in temporarily to make up the numbers, there were still quite a few "normal" readers who came to my booth.

It seems that the organizers have done a good job in publicity. Most of my readers are young children. According to visual inspection, girls between the ages of thirteen and 15 are the most.

The signing time is from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am, and there will be no shows for me in the afternoon.

The editor Chiwei who came to the scene to help was very busy, and I only had a face-to-face meeting when I entered the venue. After a brief greeting, there was no chance to chat again.

He didn't come over to ask me if I wanted to join the noon dinner until after the morning show ended at eleven o'clock.

"No need, I'll be with my husband." I gestured with my eyes to Mori Ogai who was reading a book not far away.

He was looking sideways at me, and I didn't call him, but the moment his eyes fell on him, Rintaro turned around, and gently closed the book in his hand.

He was always unusually sensitive to the gaze of others.

Editor Chiwei followed my gaze and stared blankly for a moment, probably because he was also surprised by our age difference, but he politely didn't ask, nor did he ask about other people's private affairs.

Instead, he asked, "Aren't you going to the evening reception?"

"No." Rather than chatting with a bunch of unfamiliar people, I would rather stay in the hotel and watch a movie or sleep with Rintaro.

"I see," Editor Chiwei nodded, "Are you still coming this afternoon? Haven't you got Mr. Kishibe Rohan's signature yet?"

Because Mori Ogai added extra signings for me, I signed up for two full hours.There was no gap in the middle to go to Kishibe Rohan-sensei to ask for his autograph.

Fortunately, Mr. Kishibe Rohan's popularity is extremely high, and the number of signings is large, so there will be performances in the afternoon.

"I must come, I must get the teacher's signature." All the books on sale on the spot must also be bought.

"Lixiang," a familiar voice came from behind, and before I could respond, Mori Ogai put his arm around me from behind, "It's time for lunch."

I turned my head: "Well, go right away."

"Then I'll take my leave too. Teacher Lili can call me anytime if you have anything to do." Editor Chiwei bowed politely and said goodbye to me.

"Okay, it's really hard for you today." I also bowed to him.

When I got out of the gate of the venue, I hugged Rin Taro fiercely, and buried my face in his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He patted my back patiently, "What's wrong?"

Embarrassment flooded my mind belatedly, I didn't even want to lift my head, I grabbed the fabric of his back, "Rin Taro, what a shame, why did you call so many people here, and they were still dressed in black , Uh, how embarrassing."

I really can't forget the terrified eyes of Mr. Fujiwara next door, who didn't even dare to say hello.

Mori Ogai coughed a few times, "Sorry, I forgot to emphasize that they should change back to casual clothes."

He probably also felt that such a mistake was too ridiculous, and carefully changed the subject: "Just now I heard you and the editor say that you can't go to the evening reception."

"Ah."

"Does Lixiang not want to meet new friends? It's rare to have this opportunity, will you feel tired of staying with me all the time?"

That terrible blush seemed to back off, and I was finally willing to raise my head, "I won't get bored. Besides, I'm just a small author, and everyone should want to communicate with ace writers at the evening reception. Blending into the circle is also different.”

"Lixiang worked very hard, give yourself a little more time, and she will become as powerful as those people."

Rintaro said it so seriously, I was too embarrassed to reveal my heart, telling him that my goal was not to become powerful, but just a vulgar desire to earn more royalties and buy him that windbreaker with many zeros on the price tag.

Originally planned to take me to Ginza to eat sushi at noon, but considering that I was in a hurry to get Mr. Kishibe Rohan's signature in the afternoon, I went back to the hotel to eat their special lunch.

My claustrophobia is still not completely gone, but it has improved tremendously.Even so, the hotel rooms booked by Mori Ogai should be on the lower floors as much as possible. This time we lived on the fourth floor.

"If you are tired, I can carry you upstairs." He took my hand and walked carefully on the brightly lit stairs, as if he was worried that I would trip over.

"My hands are a little sore from signing too much, and my legs and feet are nimble." When I was missing a leg, I was able to go up to the seventh floor with a cane. Now this kind of stairs is not a problem at all.

When I reached the third floor, there was a slight sound of footsteps coming from above my head. Mori Ogai subconsciously guarded in front of me, and said indifferently, "Someone is going down the stairs."

"Probably the cleaning staff."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the voices of boys talking were also gradually approaching. This voice was so familiar.

"So, Junpei, you've done a great job just now—" Not long after, short pink hair came into view, accompanied by the iconic high □□ clothes and red hood.

And a lovely and energetic voice: "Sister?"

"Yu... Ren?" I haven't seen you for a few months, has he grown a little taller?

Standing beside him was a young man who looked thin and silent. His bangs were a bit long, covering half of his face.