Lin Feng suddenly remembered something and said to Wang Zixu: "By the way, I forgot to introduce you, this is Director Ma of the Liaison Department of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles."
A slightly dark man looked at Wang Zixu.
“This is Director Yang of Xihe TV Station.”
A middle-aged woman smiled and nodded at the prince.
"This is Deng from the publisher..."
Lin Feng introduced Wang Zixu one by one. They were all famous figures in the Xihe literary and art circles. Now they gathered at this table, and the "old village chief" suddenly showed the style of the Shuibo Liangshan Zhongyi Hall.
Xie Cong stretched out his hand and waved: "Mr. Lin, we agreed before we came here today that we would strip away our social identities and simply reminisce about our youth. After you have introduced, don't thank Mr. Xie anymore. It's weird."
Lin Feng said: "Oh, no wonder you came to the old village chief, a place full of memories."
"That's right! Otherwise, with our standards, we can't find a private kitchen? Come here, what's that sentence called?"
"Remember the bitter and think of the sweet!"
"No - right!"
"Reminiscing about youth!"
Xie Cong raised his glass high: "Yes! Let's come and reminisce about the glorious past!"
Everyone raised their glasses and the atmosphere was good.
The barbecue was served at the right time, and everyone started eating. Lin Feng winked at Wang Zixu, suggesting that he should seize the opportunity.
If it had been in the past, Wang Zixu would have felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. All the giants in Xihe's literary and artistic circles were present here. If a meteorite fell from the sky and hit the old village chief accurately at this time, Xihe's literary and artistic circles would immediately be set back fifty years.
But now he was completely distracted by the news about Chen Qingluo, and he was a little distracted. As soon as Lin Feng finished the introduction, he forgot the last name of the person next to him. No matter how awesome someone is, compared to Chen Qingluo, they are just A, B, and C, so unimportant.
Xie Cong began to tell the people at the table about Chen Qingluo. Some of these things were familiar, some were unfamiliar, and some he had no idea about. And Xie Cong is like a treasure. Wang Zixu suddenly realized that Chen Qingluo was not just his own youth.
Xie Cong said: "Speaking of which, the reason why I came to the cultural industry as a science student is because of Chen Qingluo's leading role. Over the years, I have watched her back and walked step by step."
Someone asked: "No wonder you are not married now, is it because you have been chasing Bai Yueguang?"
"That's not true." p> The people at the table were touched by the pain points and shouted: "The housing prices in Donghai are too outrageous. You will either work for the landlord for half your life or work for the bank for half your life."
When it comes to this topic, neither Lin Feng nor Wang Zixu has the right to speak. They were all natives of Xihe and had never considered going out. Others at the table can still consider buying a house, but they are not even qualified to consider it.
Xie Cong said: "Who says it's not the case? How happy and carefree would it be for someone who is not married and has no one to care about? I often play with two little girls from college students who have odd and even numbers. Who wouldn't want to get married?"
Someone said: "Specify the odd and even numbers in detail."
Xie Cong said: "There are lesbians on the table, how can we elaborate?"
p>Director Yang, the only female at the table, raised his glass: “Mr.
“The distance is too far, and writing poetry is too difficult.”
“Mr. > A person next to him said: "The nature of food and sex is either vulgar or romantic, so those who engage in literature and art are not romantic? Those who engage in literature and art are all romantic! Passion comes from poets, and life has no passion. How can we let others be intoxicated?"
"That's right."
Lin Feng and Wang Zixu both lowered their heads and behaved like obedient babies, not daring to express their anger. Both of them are dutiful people and have lost their qualifications to engage in literature and art.
A person at the table who did not remember his surname but was a big figure in the Xihe literary and art circles said:
"If you ask me, this era is romantic, and it is romantic because it is free enough. Especially in the literary and art circles, freedom can bring fresh space. Angry. Have you heard of that person who became popular recently? What’s that person’s name? ”
Xie Cong asked: “Who are you talking about?”
The prince tilted his head and asked: "Shen Qingfeng?"
"It's not Shen Qingfeng."
The man finally remembered the name, clapped his hands and said: "Little Prince!"
…
“Your idol is the little prince?”
On the other end of the phone, the girl’s voice was a bit weird, her tone seemed to have been guessed, and it seemed to be unexpected, with a hint of laughter.
Ning Chunyan said with a dark face: "Don't laugh at me! Yes, that's right, I do use Wenwen. I'm still a deep user of Wenwen. What's wrong? Who doesn't have a niche hobby?"
The girl said: "Niche hobbies are common, but those who turn niche hobbies into their idols are very rare."
"It's so rare."
Ning Chunyan complained while typing with his hands.
"Isn't it normal for someone to have a wife? If he can seduce so many people, he must be a businessman. Why can't he marry young?"
Ning Chunyan said: "No, I'm actually not sure yet. In fact, the thing is like this, I got a manuscript by accident, and I found that the wording and sentence construction of this manuscript... No, how should I put it, that kind of taste, like the little prince Very similar."
The other end of the phone said casually: "And the owner of your manuscript is married, right?"
Ning Chunyan said: "Qingluo, you are indeed as smart as ice and snow."
"No matter where you are, you are not much worse than the Xihe Twins."
"Let's not trade business with each other."
Chen Qingluo squatted on the sofa, moving her feet as white as ice and snow, holding nail clippers in her hand.
“Then you want to give me a taste of that manuscript to make sure it tastes the same, right?”
“Bingxue smart Qingluo!”
Chen Qing Luo put the cut toenail in toilet paper and carefully wrapped it: "Okay, then you can send it to me."
"I'm still typing." Ning Chunyan said, "I only have the paper version of the manuscript in my hand, and I'm typing it into an electronic version."
"You type it word by word? You are stupid, why don't you scan it?"
"I like to experience it by repeating its paragraphs word for word. I understand the original intention of the author's novel."
Chen Qingluo rolled her eyes in a good way, but unfortunately no one saw it: "Hand-rubbing fairy, right?"
“It’s understandable, so you go and see the little prince first!”
“In the end, it’s still Amway.”
“Hee hee.”
Chen Qingluo turned on her mobile phone and asked while hanging up the call: “Where can I watch it?”
"I will send you a link later."
Chen Qingluo clicked on the link, trying to remain patient and not lose motivation: "Actually, if you don't finish typing, you can just show me the original manuscript tomorrow."
Ning Chunyan was surprised: "You have returned to Xihe?"
"Yes." Chen Qingluo stood up and threw the toilet paper into the trash can, "I am at my hometown."