The more Lu Xu thought about it, the more depressed he became, and he took a deep breath. He had to watch it today.

He ran all the way to the end of the line and stood in line.

But after waiting in line for half an hour, he regretted it again. The queue was too long.

It’s been half an hour under the scorching sun, with sweat pouring down my body. Why do I feel like there are no less people in front of me?

Lu Xu turned his head and looked behind him, and his heart suddenly felt balanced again.

Because he discovered that at this moment, a team of forty or fifty people had unknowingly formed behind him, and everyone, like him, was also suffering from the high temperature.

At noon, he took out the remaining half of the naan, which just solved the problem of eating.

The team moved forward little by little. When Lu Xu was bored, he occasionally looked up at the sky, hoping that the sun would set quickly. There were buildings several stories high on both sides of Yanjing Road. At almost four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun went to the west. The location is no longer visible.

After the sun really set, he felt a little anxious again.

Why isn't it my turn yet? I have to go to work in the middle of the night.

But after waiting in line for a long time, he felt it was not worthwhile to give up like this, so he could only hold on and continue waiting in line.

It was around five o'clock in the evening, and seeing that there were still a few people left to enter the bookstore, Lu Xu felt suddenly excited for some reason.

He was holding the book he just bought in his hand. Although he hadn't read it yet, he felt it must be a good book.

Finally it was his turn to enter the bookstore. He swayed left and right through the readers in front of him and saw Lin Chaoyang, who was lowering his head to sign the book. He was so excited that he couldn't express it in words.

When it was his turn, Lu Xu handed over the book in his hand, with a smile on his face, "I particularly like your novels."

"Thank you." Lin Chaoyang raised his head, his face and body were covered with sweat. There was no air conditioning in the bookstore. This day was almost like staying in a steamer. It was no better than the readers queuing outside.

He asked Lu Xu: "What is your name?"

"My name is Lu Xu."

Lu Xu was talking about Guangpu. Lin Chaoyang was a little surprised when he heard this name, "Lu Xun?"

"It's Lu Xu. Lu Zhishen's Lu, the rising sun's Xu."

"Oh, Lu Xu. I thought it was Lu Xun. Speaking of which, Mr. Lu Xun has some connections with you in Guangdong."

Lin Chaoyang had a friendly smile and was approachable. He signed autographs for Lu Xu and laughed with him at the same time.

Lu Xu felt something hot and unspeakable in his heart as he listened to his ordinary chatter.

When signing, Lin Chaoyang also wrote a blessing on the title page of the book, "Thank you Comrade Lu Xu for your support, I hope this book can bring you inspiration and happiness", followed by the signature.

The content of the blessing was very simple, and Lu Xu was filled with joy when he saw it.

"Thank you, thank you!"

He said thank you repeatedly, and then left the bookstore with some reluctance.

After leaving the bookstore, he carefully examined Lin Chaoyang's blessings and signature in the dim light outside.

If you don't say that he is a great writer, even his handwriting is so beautiful, and he has no airs at all.

Lu Xu thought again that Lin Chaoyang had just said that his name was very similar to "Lu Xun", and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart. It was indeed a bit similar. Why hadn't he noticed it before?

By the way, what is the connection between Mr. Lu Xun and Guangdong?

He thought to himself that he would have to check this matter when he got back.

Holding the book in his hand, he turned his attention to the readers who were still queuing outside.

Compared with during the day, the queue was much shorter now, but by visual inspection there were still 180 people.

The group of people were still queuing up, but he had already gotten a copy of "The Truman Show" signed by Lin Chaoyang.

Lu Xu looked at the cover of the book again with a happy face. He wanted to take a good look at the book when he got back.

When I got home, it was already half past six in the evening. After a hasty dinner, it was windy and humid outside.

It looked like it was going to rain again. Lu Xu closed the doors and windows tightly, took a cold shower for himself, and then lay down on the mat.

He opened "The Truman Show" and admired the signature on the title page for a while before reading the text.

Truman is a happy office worker. Every day, he wears a standard office suit, carries his briefcase, appears in front of his Victorian-style home surrounded by a picket fence, and steps onto the picturesque landscape.

street on the outskirts of the small town.

Neighbor Pan Sheng was whistling while cleaning the trash can. Truman would always say hello to him when he walked to his car.

"Good morning, Truman!"

Pan Sheng's skillful and enthusiastic greetings seemed to have been practiced thousands of times.

Truman came to the car. His car license plate read "Ocean Paradise - a great place to live".

"Good morning, Pan Sheng! I'm afraid I won't see you again today, so I might as well tell you now, good afternoon, good evening, and have a good sleep!"

The person who responded to him was Pan Sheng's dog Paruto, who barked happily at Truman...

Lu Xu is not a literary lover. He usually reads a lot of popular novels, especially the martial arts novels in Xiangjiang and Wandao that have become very popular in recent years. Every time he buys a copy, he is always fascinated by it.

"The Truman Show" is a bit boring compared to ordinary martial arts novels, but the writing is not bad, which is Lin Chaoyang's long-standing style.

Therefore, when Lu Xu read the novel, he did not feel unfamiliar. Instead, he felt yearned for the lifestyles in economically developed areas described in the novel.

But as he read the novel, he discovered more and more something was wrong. He wondered if it was his illusion.

He always felt that the inadvertent words of those around Truman were like commercials on TV, blunt and boring, but Truman seemed to be enjoying them without noticing.

He leads a happy, step-by-step life. He greets his neighbors when he goes out every day, chats with potential customers on the street, and goes to the newsagency to buy newspapers and magazines.

But he also has his own little worries. Because his father drowned when he was young, he didn't dare to take a boat, and he never even went out to the town.

His first love girlfriend suddenly disappeared and was said to have gone to Fiji. There was no news for more than ten years. He could only buy fashion magazines one after another, tear off the facial features of the model who looked like his first love in the pictures, and go home to piece them together.

Until one day, his long-dead father suddenly appeared again, but before he could recognize him, his father was kidnapped by a stranger who suddenly appeared on the street. He told his mother excitedly, but her mother didn't believe it at all.

his own son.

Starting from this incident, he gradually became sensitive to capturing some discordant little details in life.

Lu Xu continued to dig out the truth from Truman's perspective, and he found that he seemed to be being monitored all the time. No matter where he went or what he did, it was as if someone had planned it.

Seeing that Truman in the novel seemed to be caught up in a huge conspiracy, Lu Xu's heart was also lifted.

"Bang bang bang!"

Lu Xu's immersion was interrupted by his mother's knock on the window, "Go to bed quickly, we still have to go to work."

After being reminded by his mother, Lu Xu looked at the time and saw that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

He had to go to work at one o'clock, so Lu Xu quickly put down the book and closed his eyes.

But he lay there for a while, and his mind was filled with what happened to Truman. What kind of conspiracy had he fallen into? Are the people around him all pretending? What secrets are hidden on Taoyuan Island?

Can't sleep! Can't sleep at all!

After lying on the bed for half an hour, unable to sleep, Lu Xu simply got up and started reading the novel again. It was already time to go to work in the middle of the night.

He yawned and reluctantly put down the novel. The mystery in his heart was finally solved.

It turns out that Truman was chosen to be the protagonist of a reality show that was almost real since he was born, and all his life experiences were actually completed in a huge studio.

The relatives and friends around him are actually actors. His life is full of hypocrisy and control, and every detail is recorded by the camera for the whole world to see.

Although Lu Xu has not watched a reality show, it does not prevent him from understanding the format of this program. He understands this format as a TV series that is broadcast around the clock, and it is the kind of TV series that the protagonist does not know about.

What a big lie!

Lu Xu tried to imagine that if he had been raised in such a cage called an island, which was actually a studio, and his family and friends were all actors, the moment he learned the truth, he felt that he might go crazy.

Lose.

After the mystery in his heart was revealed, Lu Xu felt sad for Truman and worried for him. Unfortunately, it was too late. Otherwise, he really wanted to continue reading and see how Truman would deal with those lies and control next.

After changing into work clothes, Lu Xu set off again.

Counting from early yesterday morning, he had not slept for 30 hours. Even an Iron Man would not be able to endure another day of work today.

But the good news is that it started raining at around 7 o'clock last night, and it was still raining when he went to work, so he didn't have to work early this morning.

Yanjing Road was quiet in the early morning. Lu Xu and several colleagues rested in a pavilion at the intersection until dawn.

After getting up early and having breakfast, it was still raining. Lu Xu and others felt lucky again. If nothing else happened, they would be able to fish all day long.

After not sleeping for more than thirty hours, Lu Xu was so sleepy that he yawned. In order to refresh himself, he ran on Yanjing Road to inspect whether there was a lot of garbage, otherwise it would be their job after the rain.

It rained heavily today, and there were only a few customers in other shops on Yanjing Road. But when Lu Xu passed by Xinhua Bookstore, he found that there were not many fewer people inside than usual.

He stood at the door of the bookstore for a while and saw several readers coming out of the bookstore. The book covers they held in their hands were very familiar. It was the "The Truman Show" he had been reading yesterday.

Seeing such a scene, Lu Xu couldn't help but think of the scene at yesterday's book signing. He walked into the bookstore by accident and heard two salesmen chatting there.

"Hurry up and ask the manager to adjust some goods. If we keep selling like this, we won't be able to hold on to the inventory for the day after tomorrow."

"These readers are really exaggerating. Even if they sold so much at the autograph session yesterday, why are there still so many people on a rainy day like today?"

"He is a great writer and so popular! I think these three thousand books are not enough to sell for three days. It is really an exaggeration. It is almost equal to the total sales of other books."

The salesperson's chatter reached Lu Xu's ears, and he didn't know why a feeling of pride arose in his heart. He guessed it was probably because he also bought "The Truman Show."
To be continued...