socalfunplaces Chapter 300 Duduke’s Story Collection
Chapter 300 Duduke’s Story Collection
In front of Yaedo, there is a sign of a caring older sister. There is a small tuft of white in her brown hair, and she has a pair of ears that are not human.
This is a human-shaped notice of Miss Hina in a publication launched by Yaegami. Originally, this kind of publication that writes questions on paper and sends them to a certain being should be a very unpopular activity.
But since I knew that the person who replied to my letter was such a considerate and elegant woman, my anger was beyond imagination.
In particular, there was a sturdy ghost who almost tried to snatch the human-shaped stand. Fortunately, he was stopped by Tianling Bugxing, otherwise Miss Hina's fans would have made a big fuss.
In addition to this human standee, there are also some newly published novels placed in front of the bookstore, as well as a novel submission activity closely related to the Rongcai Festival.
The novels above were all written yesterday and published today. The schedule is very tight, and it is also a good opportunity to take advantage of the popularity of this festival to promote updates from old authors, and also to attract new authors to join the industry, thus creating market competition and benefiting all parties.
As for the existence of such a method of getting along with others, naturally only Lady Yae, who is both wise and beautiful, can think of such a perfect method.
At this time, a group of people were slowly approaching. They were of different shapes and sizes, and their looks were unique, but only one of them was mediocre in life.
The seven people in this group were the ones dressed in black who had moved from the fireworks shop to Yaedo.
Paimeng scratched his head, looked at this familiar place, turned around and asked, "Mo Ran, what you said was fun, wouldn't it be just to come here to read novels?"
"Of course there's more than that, but Rong Caiji is now closely connected with Inazuma's novel industry, so starting with novels is also a good choice." Mo Ran put his sister down and let her choose the type she liked by herself.
Xiao Gong took a look and murmured, "'The Noisy Journey of the Foreigners - The Wind of Death Blowing to the Blond Warrior'? Such a long name, it must be a new book I haven't heard of."
Keli put her hand on her chin and said in a somewhat awkward way: "Author: Cao Rong Yiqing, Sister Xiao Gong, this name is very strange."
"What's Cao Rong Yi Qing? That's Mao Rong Yi Qing. Sorry for getting excited." The novel author next to him explained apologetically, "This is the first work in the series of Foreigner's Noisy Journey."
Keli thought for a moment and asked, "This book 'Stranger ~ Death...'... well, will there be a plot about good friends in it? Brother Kaiya said that in a good story, the protagonist will have a good friend."
"Friends? No, no, my novels will never have such clichéd plots. The lonely and endless persistent way of the samurai, full of betrayal and blood and tears, is the story worth writing about in this book!"
Mao Rong Yiqing said this with a proud look on his face, as if he was the warrior in the book who killed a hundred men alone, defeated ten with his strength, and held his sword across his body, making him invincible in the world.
"To put it bluntly, isn't it just a so-called sad story where the protagonist is the enemy of the whole world and is miserable from beginning to end?" Mo Ran explained dimly.
"This is totally different! Other novels start out with the protagonist falling into darkness, but the protagonist in my novel gives up hope in the world after going through repeated trials. Then someone helps him regain hope, but he is pushed back into the abyss again, and this cycle repeats endlessly. Hehehe!"
Mao Rong Yiqing was grinning, looking really like he deserved a beating. And the way he injected knives into the room probably meant that some readers really sent him knives. But there probably won't be that chance anymore.
After all, nothing he wrote could make it to the hot list of the day, and it was even at the bottom of the overall book list. It was either because no one read the subject matter, or because his writing skills were immature, or maybe both were weak. In any case, it was not popular.
It is not impossible for a novel to only focus on its own views and immerse itself in its own world without considering the market and readers. However, if the work fails and is forgotten, it cannot be blamed on others.
"This topic is not suitable for Klee. Let's go to the side and take a look." Mo Ran pulled up Xiao Taiyang, who had wanted to leave a long time ago, and suggested.
Xiao Gong nodded and said, "I think so too. Let's go!"
A few people looked at each other and walked away, leaving only the stall owner who tried hard to keep them: "Hey, don't leave, I'll give you 40% off each book, or 50% off is fine!"
Ignoring the shouts, Mo Ran led everyone to a bookshelf to avoid those authors who boasted about themselves and thought they could become famous with one book, but were actually just entertaining themselves.
Klee looked at one of the recommended books on the bookshelf and read slowly, "'The Night of Princess Fischl... What?' It's the story of Sister Fischl."
Xiao Gong once again deprived the man in black of his right to explain and said, "That word is pronounced Tan. Has Ke Li read this novel?"
“No, but Klee knows Fischl’s story.” Klee pulled her backpack, revealing the Dodoko hanging behind her. She said, “Fischl is always with Oz, just like Klee is always with Dodoko.”
"Hmm... I think Dudu is bored now." Klee looked at this friend who "likes" bouncing bombs, and her eyes dimmed a little.
She had already visited the festival yesterday, and today she was looking at these books again. With a child's active nature, she would of course feel bored, but the presence of her brother greatly reduced this feeling.
Mo Ran glanced at his sister and closed his eyes slightly, thinking that since fireworks were not allowed during the Rongcai Festival, it would be no problem for him to take a few people with him to enjoy the festival atmosphere.
Do it as soon as you say it, but before that, you need to divert Klee's attention and give her a big surprise.
Mo Ran sent a voice message to the yellow-haired girl, asking her to steer the topic back to the picture book.
Of course, Ying did not disappoint. With just a few words, she shifted all attention to the story of Dudu Ke.
Paimon then asked, "Klee, what do you think of this idea? It's just like Dudu playing with everyone."
Klee's eyes lit up, as if the stars in the sky suddenly appeared, and she said excitedly: "Albedo taught me to draw. I, I can draw the whole story of Dudu and Inazuma!"
"That's a good idea. I think it's a good idea too." Xiao Gong chuckled and said, "Finally, we can also show the story we have drawn at the Rongcai Festival."
"That's great, that's great. Dudu will definitely be happy!" Keli clapped her hands softly and was already impatient to start.
"Very good." Xiao Gong smiled until his eyes narrowed, and said, "So cute, I have paper, pens and paints in my store, let's go to the store and draw the story together!"
"Okay, let's go, let's go!" Keli jumped excitedly and ran away like the wind, while Xiaogong followed closely behind her to protect her.
Mo Ran looked back at the yellow-haired girl, and they both smiled faintly. Then, dressed in black, he ran to the Naganohara Fireworks Shop at a faster speed, bought nearly a hundred fireworks and firecrackers, and asked a carriage to move them to the outlying island.
During this process, Mo Ran followed by General Lei Dian hanging on his arm.
On the other side, when Klee and Xiao Gong ran to Naganohara Fireworks Shop, this big order had already been completed a long time ago. The main credit was the psychedelic magic circle dressed in black, which made it impossible to guard against.
Compared to the two children who were running, the travelers were walking slowly, as if they were young, mature and steady.
The blond boy looked at his sister with some confusion on his face. Who is whose sister? Why did it seem that Keli and Xiaogong were getting along better, while his sister seemed to be flirting with Mo Ran all the time? What was wrong?
"Kong, what are you thinking about?" Paimon asked as he saw him frowning.
Kong sighed and said, "I was wondering if every brother is not close to his or her sister?"
"Ah! How could you have such an idea?" Paimon spread his hands. He had been fine all along, but why did he suddenly seem to be sick and need to pretend to be sad? Could it be that he had been traveling for too long and wanted to go home?
Kong Lue shook his head and spread his hands, saying, "I don't know, it just seems like this."
"It must be an illusion. Are you too tired recently? Why don't you go to the Chen Ge Pot to rest first? I'll stay with Ying." Paimeng asked with concern.
"No, I'm fine." Kong waved his hands and felt someone patted his shoulder. He turned back in a hurry and accidentally pulled the meridians on his neck.
"What are you thinking about, brother? You are so engrossed." It was Ying who was standing beside him, her eyes slightly closed and her little mouth slightly parted.
"Nothing, just where are the Mo Ran people?" Kong looked back and found that one person was missing from the team.
Ying smiled and said, "I just realized that brother is so careless. It's a pity that guy treats you as a friend. If you knew that brother didn't even know he existed, you would probably be heartbroken!"
Faced with his sister's scolding, Kong chose to laugh it off without explaining, because it was unnecessary. The longer time passed, the more he realized that his sister was now very active in mind.
She is no longer the little girl who knew nothing and had to hide behind him. Perhaps what she thinks and what she needs to do now are all within her sister's calculations.
But...what's wrong with that?
The moment of tenderness between the brother and sister made Paimon, who was standing next to them, cross his arms and watch. The sweetness of watching a family reunion is much better than the sourness of watching a love affair.
Not long after, a man in black returned to the door of Naganohara Fireworks Shop. He saw the brother and sister whispering to each other, but did not go over to disturb them. He just watched them quietly and smiled.
The discussions in the room also died down, and Xiao Gong and Ke Li walked out of the room with their works, their lovely faces filled with joy.
Xiao Gong was all smiles, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze, and murmured, "It's so fun to play with Dudu."
Paimon exclaimed, "These two really look like they're hanging out with Duduko. They're having a lot of fun!"
"After all, he is the wife and the king of children!" There was some melancholy and a hint of jealousy in Mo Ran's tone. He has countless ways to make children happy, but he seems to rely too much on these methods and ignores the feelings he has towards the child.
Xiao Gong ignored the compliment and continued with a smile: "The next step is to print the painting. Let's commission it to Yaedo."
Outside the Yaedo Hall, several people went and came back again.
Ke Li glanced at the staff present, and remembered an auntie she had seen yesterday, and called out, "Auntie Araya, Auntie Araya?"
"Hmm?" A woman who was about thirty years old and of average appearance suddenly turned around and gritted her teeth and said, "Auntie? Who called me auntie?!"
Then he lowered his head slightly and saw that it was a child of several years old, and it seemed to be a little girl next to the special guest. He smiled and said, "Ah, it turns out to be Mr. Bai Ke's sister. What's the matter?"
"Aunt Araya, Keli wants to print out a collection of Dudu Ke's stories. Can you help?"
"Dudu?" Huang Gu raised his eyebrows. Could it be that foreign children are so amazing? Could children of a few years old design the plot of a novel?
Mo Ran took the opportunity to explain the reason, so as to avoid missing the release time. However, thinking that the Rong Cai Festival had just started not long ago, this should not happen.
"Oh, I understand your wish, but we don't accept storybooks with pictures right now." Huang Gu looked at the child's childishness and said a little embarrassedly.
"Ah? So, Dudu Ke, you can't meet everyone anymore?" Klee lowered her head and looked at the fish, which looked almost the same as after being caught.
Araya said softly, "I'm sorry, little sister."
Mo Ran glanced at the white-clothed, pink-haired figure in the distance, and his eyes flashed...