On Monday, before going to work, Wang Zixu had forgotten all the content of yesterday’s chat. When he noticed the complicated looks from his colleagues, he thought his pants were unzipped.
The second he sneaked to the bathroom to check and returned to his office to sit down, Zhang Cannian walked in and said, "Our star character has come to work!"
Wang Zixu spread his hands, thinking what was going on. What a brand-new way of teasing people, Zhang Cangnian said again:
"I spent this weekend, and I obviously couldn't see you, but you were everywhere. At my family's family banquet, all the talk on the table was about you."
Wang Zixu said, ah?
Office director Xu Shichao was passing by, heard them chatting, turned in and said:
"You are not exaggerating, you know? My daughter always tells me the story of Wang Zixu and Lin Feng when she comes home!"
Zhang Cannian said: "Your daughter just went to kindergarten, right?"
Xu Shichao said: "Go to elementary school. The third grade of elementary school."
Zhang Cangnian: "Why so fast? The last time I saw it, it was still a little bit older, but in the blink of an eye, I was already in third grade."
Xu Shichao said: "Who said no? Life is short."
The topic of the two gradually went off track, but Wang Zixu’s thoughts still stayed on his own fame. He asked, how could my wife know about me?
He was very sure that there were no girls in the third grade of elementary school in his interpersonal circle.
Xu Shichao smiled: "You don't know her, but she knows you. Their Chinese teacher told the students what happened at the wine table a few days ago to tell the students that they must read more, accumulate more, and settle more, in order to shine in life."
In fact, the Chinese teacher also said that a little person like Wang Zixu, facing a literary senior like Lin Feng, can show himself bravely without being humble or arrogant. Think about it, if you write an essay, from what angle can you enter the topic? By the way, what is it? We should not appeal to authority, but should bravely express our opinions when facing authority...
The students were in an uproar and discussed what "authority" meant. One boy said, I know, my father said, authority depends on whether the fist is powerful! The teacher said, Li Zixuan, sit down for me! Are you allowed to speak casually?
It’s a pity that Wang Zixu didn’t know what the teacher said. If he knew, he might have to vomit three big bowls of blood on the spot. I am obviously the authority on literary common sense. Why should we look at fame rather than knowledge?
Zhang Cannian said with a smile: "My family is the same. On Sunday at our family dinner, my son's sister-in-law asked me if Wang Zixu was from our work unit? I said, yes, I talk nonsense with him every day. She said whether what they spread was true, saying that Lin Feng was embarrassed. I said there was no such thing, I was at the wine table that day..."
Wang Zixu was slightly relieved. After he and Lin Feng tallied up four versions of the story, they both despaired of human nature and their own reputation. Unexpectedly, when I heard it in the office, everyone was still partial to the good story theory.
There are still many good people in the world.
Having said this, Wang Zixu saw Guo Ranran passing by the door and gave him a gouging look. If the eyes were real, they would definitely give Wang Zixu a slap in the face, which made him feel baffled.
Then, other colleagues came in and out, making his office extremely lively. Everyone was talking about how many stories they heard about him over the weekend. People have repeatedly researched and argued. Some people try to restore Wang Zixu, while others try to misunderstand Wang Zixu. He didn't even have the strength to refute.
He felt like he had become a train station. People came and went, saying something and doing something. Nothing was left, only the noise echoing endlessly in the silence.
“Zixu, come to the conference room, you are on the news!”
Wang Zixu got up and walked out in a daze. He came to the conference room. 70% of the people in the entire unit were present. He looked at the TV. It was the local TV station in Xihe, but Shen Qingfeng was talking on the screen.
"...The decline of literature is an indisputable fact. Of course, I am not blaming our Xihe Federation of Literary and Art Circles and Writers Association, or saying that we are not doing well. This is the reason of the times and cannot be reversed by our human power. But you want to ask, is it sad? I personally think it is very sad, and ridiculous, some ridiculous things The incident happened around us..."
Wang Zixu turned around and said: "Who shouted just now? Where was I on TV?"
A colleague said: "Don't worry, you will be here soon, he will talk about it later..."
Sure enough, Shen Qingfeng’s voice became clearer on the TV:
“...I heard a funny thing the day before yesterday. It is said that Lin Feng from our Writers Association and an unknown clerk competed for literary literacy, and ended up If the way they spell literacy is by naming the author’s works, don’t you think it’s ridiculous? Is literary literacy just a matter of knowing the names of a few works?
“Literature requires careful understanding and is a comprehensive manifestation of talent. What's the use of just knowing a few names? Even elementary school students can memorize it. You have to read, read, and write with your heart, then you can be considered literate. People become popular just by memorizing the names of a few works. This can only show that our era is the end of literature..."
After Shen Qingfeng finished speaking, Guo Ranran shook his head and said: "It is a cultural person like Teacher Shen who speaks well and has a high position. His views are always refreshing."
Another colleague said: "Shen Qingfeng is a real writer and a real cultural person, so his standing height must be different."
Zhang Cannian He glanced at Wang Zixu and said: "What he said is not very comprehensive."
Xu Shichao said: "Yeah, the rumors he heard are probably not complete. Xiao Wang memorized a section of the book on the spot that day. What's that?... Anyway, he recited such a long section without any stuttering. My jaw almost dropped at the time. Xiao Wang still has something."
Guo Ranran didn’t even look at Wang Zixu and said, “I don’t know whether I recited it correctly or not. But I still choose to believe that he is a truly educated person.”
She emphasized the word “true” and turned to glance at Wang Zixu. Wang Zixu was used to being denied, so he didn't have much trouble in his heart. He just lowered his head and muttered:
"What kind of cultural person is Shen Qingfeng..."
"Huh? What did you say?"
Guo Ranran's question was not answered. Because the leader walked into the conference room. Gouju saw everyone gathered together and asked:
"What are you doing? When did you become so active in meetings?"
Everyone dispersed and found their seats to sit down. Gouju turned to look at the TV and suddenly realized:
"Oh, you are watching this symposium. I watched the replay yesterday. Okay, okay, stop nagging. It's time for the meeting."
Gouju sat down at the long table and took out something from his bag. Small notebook:
"A brief regular meeting, ah, Monday, everyone is also very busy, ah, I can understand everyone's mood, I won't say much, ah, let me report on the situation last week."
As soon as Gou Ju started the meeting, Wang Zixu began to feel sleepy.
Gou Ju has a characteristic: he usually speaks normally, but when it comes to presiding over meetings, he likes to use "ah" when speaking. He almost uses "ah" as a period, and he uses it very rhythmically, which makes Wang Zixu feel sleepy.
"Last week, ah, with the hard work of all comrades, the inspection work of our unit ended successfully. We finally achieved a score of 7.8 points. Ah. Excellent grade."
After Gou Ju finished speaking, there was warm applause.
Gouju said again: "But, ah, I still want to focus on individual comrades, ah, just like our comrade Wang Zixu, ah."