Wang Zixu lowered his head. He vaguely grasped a thread, but the truth he deduced was too horrifying, and he had not fully accepted it in his heart, so he did not dare to face Ning Chunyan.
Ning Chunyan walked up to Wang Zixu and looked down into his eyes: "Hey, what's wrong with you? You don't recognize me?"
Wang Zixu still didn't dare to look up. He felt that this scene was a bit like the first time Zixia met the Supreme Treasure in "Journey to the West". He has such low self-esteem that he can't say a word unless the other person wants to enter his important Pansi hole.
Next to him, Lin Feng smiled: "Ning, talented woman, long time no see."
"Long time no see!"
"Do you know each other?" Lin Feng asked her.
Ning Chunyan smiled and said: "Are you surprised? I am also surprised, how could I know him?"
She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Wang Zixu: "That married Wang Zixu! What are you doing here?"
Wang Zixu moved a pile of manuscripts on the table to the floor, squatted down and said, "I want to see why there is no response to the manuscripts I submitted."
Ning Chunyan said, "Oh, so that's what happened. Then I'll help you look for it too."
At this point, she laughed again. Because she found that she knew this Wang Zixu too well, and even knew that he had missed the target for a long time. And they are just two-way friends.
She moved a small stool from the side, sat down on the stool with her legs together, reached up to get the manuscript, read out the author's signature on it carefully, and threw it aside after making sure it was not Wang Zixu.
Wang Zixu squatted on the ground with his legs spread open, and whispered without raising his head: "You don't need to help me find it, you don't know what my manuscript looks like."
Ning Chunyan said: "It doesn't matter, I am idle, I am in a good mood today, I will leave by myself when I get bored later."
Lin Feng also sat down and helped hand over the manuscript: "Why did talented girl Ning come to the Literary and Art Association today?"
Ning Chunyan said: "I just finished attending a meeting here."
Lin Feng said: "Oh, yes, there is indeed a meeting today, I almost forgot."
Chen Qiaosheng secretly glanced at his watch behind everyone, calculating the time to get off work, praying to Wang Zixu to find his manuscript quickly.
Ning Chunyan picked up a manuscript and suddenly felt happy: "Look at this, this modern poem."
She cleared her throat and read in a serious and dignified tone:
""The Heart is Like Bodhi"
“If your heart is enlightened, you will be invincible.
“When you see a beautiful person, you feel relaxed and happy.
“Three days of not seeing each other bring joy and sorrow.
“I removed my armor and sealed my sword, all for you...”
After reading, Ning Chunyan said angrily and funny: “What a mess! No wonder it was rejected! "
Wang Zixu raised his head and glanced at her: "This pile has been adopted and is in line. "
Ning Chunyan paused: "Huh? ”
Chen Qiaosheng came over, took the manuscript from Ning Chunyan’s hand, raised his glasses and scanned it:
"There are very few poems in the manuscripts we submitted. This manuscript is fairly well-written, and the rejected manuscripts have not even seen it."
He pointed to the signature on the manuscript and said: "And you see, the person who submitted the manuscript is a retired comrade. He is still passionate about poetry at such an old age, which is actually very worthy of encouragement."
"He is 86 years old."
Lin Feng nodded: "Most of the old comrades in that era went to night school. You can see that there are traces of polishing in the words, which shows that they really want to work hard. The level has become secondary."
Chen Qiaosheng spread his hands: "That's right! Do you think someone should publish it based on his enthusiasm? And there's something else..."
He whispered: "This old comrade's family came to us and told us, The old comrade is old and has a heart disease. His biggest dream in life is to dream of literature. If something happens because his manuscript was rejected, people will come and cause trouble for us."
Lin Feng and Ning Chunyan were amazed when they heard this, while Wang Zixu was speechless.
Lin Feng said: "What I admire most about Editor Chen is that he has a photographic memory. He can remember the names of the comrades in the Xihe system at a glance and remember who they are and which unit they work in."
Chen Qiaosheng grinned and said begging for mercy: "Mr. Lin, please don't promote me. I am just a small person, and I was forced to come out. In my position, you must have the ability to recognize the manuscripts you receive, otherwise you will work overtime until 12 o'clock every day and you won't be able to get anything done."
Ning Chunyan picked up another manuscript, flipped through it, and said: "This novel is That's normal, but I have a question - "
She opened the last page and held it up: "Why is there a color page photo of the author attached at the back!"
Everyone looked over and saw a woman on the paper wearing a white gauze, with a calm face, holding flowers in her hands, standing gracefully, it was a full-body art photo.
Chen Qiaosheng took the manuscript and said: "Well, this is our beautiful writer from Xihe. Every time she submits an article, she will include a photo of herself." >
Ning Chunyan said: "Then what did you do with this photo?"
Chen Qiaosheng said: "Publish it in the magazine as well."
He turned around and took an issue of "Xihe Literature and Art" from behind. In the shocked eyes of everyone, he opened one page and showed it to everyone:
"To be honest, the most troublesome thing every time I type is her article. Make her photos too small, which won't look good, and make them too big, which will take up space. And if the color ones are turned into black and white, they will become a mess every time."
Everyone took a look and agreed with his statement. After the color photos are turned into black and white, the effect is not as good as not being published.
Wang Zixu said: "No wonder when I read your "Xihe Literature and Art" before, I was still surprised when I saw her photo. Why did you choose an artistic photo to post? I had no idea that it was the author's own photo."
Chen Qiaosheng smiled awkwardly: "Then next time I will add a line under the photo, 'This is a recent photo of the author.'"
Ning Chunyan felt that there was a hint of logic in this absurdity. He picked up the color photo and looked around, but he still couldn't identify the "beauty". He raised it up and asked:
"Is she a beautiful writer?"
Wang Zixu looked up at the photo, then at her, and said, "Not as beautiful as you."
Ning Chunyan was caught off guard, shy and anxious: "Oh, you're a married woman, what are you talking about? ”
Lin Feng also agreed: “It’s true that she is not as beautiful as Ning Cainu.”
Chen Qiaosheng said with a “spare me” expression, “How many people in literature can be like Ning Cainu? She is already very beautiful.”
Everyone continued to look for Wang Zixu’s manuscript. Wang Zixu squatted on the ground and did not dare to raise his head. Because Ning Chunyan was directly opposite him, less than one meter away from him.
Every time she leaned down to pick up the manuscript, Wang Zixu was frightened.
Today she is wearing a cool white suspender skirt with a loose neckline. Wang Zixu had no doubt that if he accidentally raised his head when she was leaning over, his eyes would be immediately sucked in, wandering in the limbo between heaven and hell. Like falling down a high road into a black hole.
“Found it!” Ning Chunyan suddenly straightened up, holding a manuscript in both hands, and raised it in the air.
""Wild Weeds", Wang Zixu. This manuscript was sandwiched in another manuscript."
Wang Zixu reached out to get his manuscript, but Ning Chunyan dodged it. She blinked slyly and said to him: "I want to read it."
Chen Qiaosheng He walked over and said, "You found this in the passed pile, right? Well, that means you are queuing up, and you may be on the board in a few issues."
Wang Zixu couldn't help but said: "I submitted the article four months ago, could it be that I have been queuing up to now?"