What Zhao Peilin calls "half the country" is the library of Nanjing University.

You can take a shortcut to the library, climb Lijia Mountain through the woods, penetrate the ridge, and then go to Nanda Library. If it weren't for the indigenous people Zhao Peilin, Wang Zixu would not have known about this path.

Lijia Mountain is also a historical and cultural destination. Along the way, Zhao Peilin gave Wang Zixu a tip. This is Guo Moruo’s former residence, Yu Dafu’s old garden, and Wen Yiduo’s small building.

The two of them walked to the top of the mountain and stopped involuntarily at the same time. The old trees and vines around them were all around, and the pine wind in the forest. When they looked up, they could see that the sky was cut open by layers of needles, like a round well. The sky at the entrance of the well was as blue as the sea and as clear as a mirror. Between the forests, the school building with a glass-colored tiles at the foot of the mountain appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Wang Zixu couldn't help but sigh: "There are outstanding people and the land is powerful."

Zhao Peilin's eyes were proud: "The earth spirit is a master."

Wang Zixu said: "It is a romantic scene in the world."

Zhao Peilin said: "I am willing to indulge in our sloppy life."

The two looked at each other and smiled. Then, Wang Zixu lowered his head and saw a used condom lying between the cracks of a large stone.

For a moment, the atmosphere became a little quiet, and both of them were sweating.

"The school's style is quite...free. Very...uh, very pre-Qin period."

"Ahem... there are many tourists in this school, and the quality of people who come to enjoy the flowers is uneven..."

Zhao Peilin cleared his throat embarrassedly and turned the blame to the tourists cleanly. He immediately said to him:

"Come on, look here. This is the inscription by Wen Yiduo, the first dean of my School of Literature..."

The heart of a teenager in his teenager must be like a public toilet. He can do anything in Hu Tian and Hu. Both of them feel bad. For a moment, they feel that the fallen leaves are gone, so they leave quickly.

At this point, Wang Zixu's memories have also awakened: there is always a small forest in every university that assumes the function of a holy place of tryst, absorbing free hormones in the school day after day, and receiving pairs of wild mandarin ducks. And Lijia Mountain obviously took on this important task.

...Although there are Guo Moruo and Yu Dafu's old gardens here, Wen Yiduo's small buildings can't stop wild mandarin ducks from sitting on the stones in the wild and playing tricks.

Wang Zixu was a little regretful. He shouldn't have walked so fast. He should have picked up the thing and gave the purity of the hill where the ancestors had lived.

Zhao Peilin also said that this was Jiang Guangtou's previous command center. After Wen Yiduo resigned and went to Peking, he lived here.

Wang Zixu said, Oh.

Thinking of this, Wang Zixu finally felt a little better. It would be better to throw that thing at Jiang Guangtou's doorstep than to throw it at Wen Yiduo's doorstep.

Zhao Peilin also said that later the East China Sea fell, and the Japanese drove Jiang Guangtou away and used this place as a command center.

Wang Zixu said, Oh.

Wang Zixu looked back at the mountain. Whether Jiang Baldou or the Japanese, they have become the ashes of history, and they cannot resist Libido, who is surging here.

The waves of the Yangtze River push the waves of the previous waves. That small condom may be a footnote to the continuous historical changes of human beings.

However, he still hopes that these people will pay attention, even if they go out to check in a room?

The two walked down the mountain and crossed the Xiangji Road. A yellow building stood silently in a place with warm sunshine.

At first glance, this building is ordinary, like most other buildings in the last century, with a flat shape and a little narrow compared to the buildings in the new era. But when you look closely, you will feel a different feeling: the window lattices are arranged in an orderly manner, like countless eyes looking outwards. The exterior wall has been gently touched by the years, and the stone bricks are soaked with vicissitudes.

Wang Zixu said: "Is this what you said half of the country?"

Zhao Peilin said: "Yes."

“Every university has a library.”

“No library is not called a university.”

“There are many universities in China.”

“Countless.”

Wang Zixu asked: "What is special about Nanda Library?"

Zhao Peilin said: "Every year, Nanda Library releases two lists."

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I don’t know who stipulated it. Before the winter solstice every year, the media will publish a list of library books from Nanjing University and Peking University. The title is accompanied by some pretentious words, which turn into a link with a rounded corner box, and circulate it in various groups. Even in groups such as the Wang Zixu unit work group, there will be reposts by people who are unrelated to literature.

People call these two lists the "North and South" list.

Wang Zixu was very curious whether people knew what this word meant in history, but people just called it willfully, and he could not imagine it. For schools like Peking University and Nanjing University, the people all had a lot of charm in their hearts. Everyone was very concerned about what the students from the two universities were looking at.

The word "forget-sex" is mentioned here, and he previously mentioned to the poet "disenchantment". "forget-sex" and "disenchantment" are exactly a group of words with relative meanings.

The beauty can be roughly understood as people with sublime filters about something, which are derived from not understanding. Once they understand and deconstruct in a systematic way, they will be "disenchanted".

At the beginning, Wang Zixu also had a strong sense of charm towards the "North and South List". Until he saw that Shen Qingfeng's name was also listed on the borrowing list, he naturally disguised the charm.

Most students from the two major universities in the north and south did not have much time to read idle books in high school. When they went to college to find a supplementary cultural loss, the top borrowing list is usually "Thought Record" and "Ideal Country", and the top novels are famous books such as Mo Yan, Marquez, and Liu Cixin.

Wang Zixu had read these books when he was in high school. Not to mention them, Shen Qingfeng appeared on it in a grand manner, and was ranked alongside those great names, which made him a little sad. Later, he stopped reading the "North and South List".

Wang Zixu spread his hands and asked, "Aren't these two lists hyped by the media?"

Zhao Peilin said: "There are elements of media hype, but if it weren't for the evil, how could the media come to hype?"

"Where is the evil place?"

Zhao Peilin said: "Do you know that books on major booksellers have sales lists? By calculating sales, my seniors found that as long as books appear on the borrowed list, they will definitely appear in the best-selling books in less than two weeks, and there will be no exception. Similarly, books on the lending list will definitely disappear from the best-selling books in less than one month."

After Zhao Peilin finished speaking, he stared at him with an intriguing expression: "Isn't it evil?"

Wang Zixu was silent and then said, "What do you mean is that this borrowing list is like a weather vane for best-selling books?"

"Yes." Zhao Peilin said, "In the end, whenever there was a new book release, there would always be a bunch of people Wuyang Wuyang came to check our library to borrow. Major booksellers, from childhood to adulthood, have all had their own historical stories and Bohan at Nanda. Over time, this incident was discovered by the media, and these two lists were later hyped up."

Wang Zixu said: "This is what an expert looks at the tricks, while an outsider watches the fun."

"right."

After thinking about it, Wang Zixu asked unwillingly, "It's really so accurate, no exception?"

Zhao Peilin said: "If there are exceptions, it means that the sales rankings are wrong."

In Wang Zixu's strange gaze, Zhao Peilin explained:

"There are some books that were not found on the borrowing list, but they were very popular in the market. The students followed the clues and found evidence of the book sales. After the exposure, there was a storm."

Wang Zixu sighed: "Then this is really the wrong sales list."

"Will I cheat you?"

The prince humbled a little and asked, "I'll ask, is Shen Qingfeng's best-selling score real? Is he ranked high on the borrowing list?"

Zhao Peilin looked puzzled: "What did that pretender suddenly say?"

"Pure curious."

Zhao Peilin said: "Although I don't like him very much, and he does have marketing elements, he is really popular. I used to question those best-selling authors in my heart, so I checked his records. Before he became popular, he already ranked on the borrowing list and the growth curve was relatively normal."

In Wang Zixu's disappointed eyes, he concluded: "I can't say that Shen Qingfeng's best-selling is 100% clean, but it must be the majority of its strength."

Wang Zixu was only depressed for a moment and then cheered up again. He thought that Shen Qingfeng became popular, which was a good thing. If this guy could become a person like Zhen Guanxi in Xihe by relying solely on marketing, and once forced himself into such a mess, that would be really hopeless.

Shen Qingfeng's status may not be unacceptable.

"You are so concerned about Shen Qingfeng and have a personal relationship with him?" Zhao Peilin asked.

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "To some extent, it can be said that he is a personal relationship and a negative one. He and I are fellow townsmen. He opened a Qingfeng residence in the local area, and he is a local snake-like person."

Zhao Peilin said: "Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring. Then you are not very lucky. Although this guy has a bad reputation and has never been on the Nanda Library Recommendation List, he is very rich. He has a total of 12 books and a best-selling list. We have calculated his income, and the royalties alone are at least 800."

Speaking of this, Zhao Peilin gritted his teeth and said, "On the surface, everyone is calm and gentle, and his sticks are slowly turning to the setting sun. In fact, it is better than anyone who wants to borrow the last list and exchange it for anything. Shen Qingfeng can be on the list, why can't I? God, I dream of borrowing the last list in my life, even if it only reaches Shen Qingfeng's position..."

The prince was silent.

Outsiders may sneer at Zhao Peilin's mentality after hearing it. But why doesn't he have the same mentality?

He remembered how much he wanted to succeed in the secular sense. Later, he won the title of the Xihe Cultural Society, allowing him to float a little bit in his life like a quagmire, and looking around, there was a larger quagmire around him.

For Zhao Peilin, borrowing lists are success in the secular sense.

"Then is Shen Qingfeng still on the borrowing list now?"

Zhao Peilin smiled and said, "It's been a long time since he was not released new books in two years, right? The competition on the borrowing list is very fierce. Unless that kind of true god doesn't publish books for a year, even if you don't have a person like you in the world, his focus may have shifted to homestay management. But he has made enough money."

Wang Zixu said: "I have some news that he may publish a book again in the near future. However, he seems to be unable to write."

Zhao Peilin was a little surprised at first, and then said frankly: "It's time to be the age to be unable to write. A writer's golden creation age is only a few years old. Once he relaxes, it will be difficult to pick up the pen!"

"Who are there on the list now?"

Zhao Peilin thought for a while and said, "There are always those who dominate the status of the world, and there are no ones who completely replace Shen Qingfeng's ecological niche. In recent years, male writers have not only written dragon armor for youth literature, but also written suspense Golden Boy, and the other is the Prince of Xiangrui who writes brains. There is no new face. The female writer has produced Xiao Mengyin."

Wang Zixu took notes in his heart, and when he heard a familiar name, he raised his eyebrows: "Xiao Mengyin?"

"What's wrong?"

"I heard her name for the third time today."

"After all, he is a hot person." Zhao Peilin said, "He is beautiful, good at marketing, and he is fucking well-written books."

Speaking of the last half, Zhao Peilin finally couldn't hold back and almost spit out saliva. In the end, he gave up and shook his head half mockingly: "It's so annoying that people are more angry!"

"People are more angry than others." Wang Zixu smiled bitterly.

The two of them walked along the way and talked, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the entrance of the library.

Wang Zixu said: "You haven't mentioned another list yet. What is the library recommendation list?"

"That was a list formed by combining the opinions of our Literature College, which were voted and recommended by several professors, and combined with the opinions of readers. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a literary guide."

Wang Zixu was in awe of grace.

Zhao Peilin said: "The recommended judges include not only the dean of our School of Literature, but also several senior professors. In addition to Professor Zhong, there are also Huang Xinghuo, Ning Bingru, and Qin Su..."

These names made Wang Zixu even more respectful: "Ning Bingru, Ning Chunyan's father?"
To be continued...