Chapter 101 Bailuyuan
Wang Zixu sat on the hospital bed, and the sky outside the window ranged from blue to deep purple. "Insect Diary" is also gradually coming to an end.
“...They teased each other tenderly with their tails, and then walked forward. The male scorpion used each pair of pincers to firmly grasp the corresponding two fingers of the female scorpion, and clamped hard, unless she loosened the pincers. Otherwise, the female scorpion cannot break free. The female scorpion becomes a prisoner, and the seducer puts a finger cuff on it..." It's so pitiful that he felt deeply inferior after seeing how scorpions fall in love. He could actually be depressed for an entire hour because of a name that caught him off guard. He is not even as free and easy as Scorpion.
He picked up his phone and replied in Ning Chunyan’s chat box:
“I don’t know him.”
Generally speaking, Wang Zixu is a very honest person. Or he thinks he's honest. Every word he said was the truth that he sincerely believed at the moment.
He said he didn’t know Chen Qingluo, but he was not lying. He just didn't tell the whole truth. If he were more honest, he would tell Ning Chunyan: "I once knew Chen Qingluo."
The Chen Qingluo that Wang Zixu once knew always wore a ponytail. When he was angry, he would deliberately shake his head and raise the ends of his hair into his face; he could ask for directions in fluent English, and would skip physical education class without knowing it; during basketball games, she would sit in the shade of a tree and help him count rebounds with her cheeks propped up.
The Chen Qingluo that Wang Zixu met later had a completely different image.
She has a cold and arrogant face in "Face to Face", showing an expression as if she has been betrayed by the whole world; she wears a backless dress in the magazine, revealing her flawless back; she is hidden on the title page behind the cover of the book, and the photo is looming and fairy-like, making people imagine endlessly.
This Chen Qingluo is that Chen Qingluo. But this Chen Qingluo is not like that Chen Qingluo. When he saw Chen Qingluo, he always tried to combine the two images, but they were like broken porcelain that had been separated for too long and could not be put back together.
It was then that he thought in frustration: Maybe, he had never known Chen Qingluo.
Chen Qingluo is destined to be a person in another world, and may never see her again in this life. Compared with distinguishing between "knowing" and "having known before", Wang Zixu is more concerned about some practical issues.
Wang Zixu sent a message to Ning Chunyan: "I've finished reading "Insects"."
Ning Chunyan raised his head and glanced at the clock, then lay back on the yoga mat and sent him a message back: "It's so fast."
Wang Zixu said: "There are too many books to read, so I have to hurry. Not to mention this, do you have any works at home by domestic writers with particularly stylish language?"
Ning Chunyan said: "The languages of the works in my family are all very stylish."
Wang Zixu said: "Then if you come over tomorrow, pick a few books that are very different from my writing style. I always feel that I still lack some inferences."
After reading Ning Chunyan, he straightened up and replied: "Who said I would come over tomorrow?"
“Ah? Then why don’t you take back "Insects"?"
"No, no, no!"
“It’s 79 yuan.”
“Don’t be so offensive. I’m just giving you a book today. It doesn’t mean I’ll come tomorrow!”
Wang Zixu didn’t reply. Ning Chunyan hummed proudly.
I guess he realized his mistake, and the Xihe Literary and Art Association did not dare to instruct me to send books! Why does Wang Zixu have such a big face!
But after a while, when Wang Zixu didn’t reply to her, she began to feel a little pitiful for him. Ning Chunyan was picking out words on her mobile phone:
"Forget it, forget it, I just have to go to the editorial department tomorrow to supervise the review. I will bring it to you when I pass by. You can read whichever book you bring, and you are not allowed to choose!"
The prince replied in seconds: "Thank you, you are such a good person."
"..."
Ning Chunyan suspected that he had no guilt at all. He just used himself as a tool to deliver books.
But she had already agreed, so she had no choice but to fulfill her promise. She got up and went back to her room. Chen Qingluo was staring at the computer in a daze.
She walked around Chen Qingluo, selecting books in the bookcase, and finally aroused the other party's dissatisfaction: "Don't be like a fly."
Ning Chunyan was furious: "You are like a fly! You are sitting in someone else's bedroom openly, what are you saying to someone else's master!"
"What are you doing?"
Ning Chunyan looked up at the bookcase: "Then my buddy asked me to bring him a book to read."
"Is that buddy of yours the one you went to the hospital to see today? That's the one...what's his name?"
"Zixu."
< br>“Oh.” Chen Qingluo said expressionlessly, “You are quite considerate.”
Ning Chunyan akimbo: “That’s right. I’m focusing on one. Righteous. "
After saying that, she lowered her head and looked for a book: "He said it was quite different from his writing style. "
"This one."
Chen Qingluo stood up, picked out a copy of "White Deer Plain" from the bookshelf, and handed it to Ning Chunyan.
Ning Chunyan frowned: "It's impossible that he hasn't read this book, right?"
"This book is very different from his writing style." Chen Qingluo played with her hair on her temples nonchalantly.
“Don’t you know him?”
“I’m sorry,” Chen Qingluo pointed to the computer, “The new manuscript he sent you, I read it again."
Ning Chunyan asked: "How is the writing?"
"It's okay."
Ning Chunyan looked suspiciously. She felt that Chen Qingluo's expression was a bit arrogant. Chen Qingluo looked down on everyone equally, and she never said others were okay.
If she says that someone else is okay, then the other person’s real level is often many times higher than “okay”.
“How good is it?”
“He is very special.”
Ning Chunyan looked at her. She felt that Chen Qingluo's expression was particularly serious when she said this.
“Are you saying that Wang Zixu is special, or that Wang Zixu’s works are special?” Ning Chunyan asked.
“See for yourself.”
"Look. I'll go see what's so special about him tomorrow. How about you come with me to meet him tomorrow?"
Chen Qingluo stuffed "White Deer Plain" into the Ningchun Banquet In his arms: "Take the book. Don't bother me."
...
Ning Chunyan threw "White Deer Plain" onto Wang Zixu's small table.
"Someone said that this book is very different from your writing style. So I brought it. In addition, I also brought this book "The Ferocious Animals" by Wang Shuo, which is also very different from your writing style."
"Thank you."
As soon as he got "White Deer Plain", Wang Zixu lowered his head and buried himself in the book. It's like a diver diving into a swimming pool.
He didn’t know that the warmth of Chen Qingluo’s fingers had been left on the place where his fingers were pinching.
"You really haven't seen "White Deer Plain"?" Ning Chunyan stared at him in surprise.
What surprised her was: that was "White Deer Plain". How could it be possible that Wang Zixu hadn’t seen it?
But Wang Zixu really hasn’t seen it. He was also a little embarrassed.
“No. There are too many books and I don’t have time to read them. I admit that my reading is a bit biased.”
Ning Chunyan thought of the "dish names" for which he was famous, and said: "You also have blind spots."
Wang Zixu said bluntly: "Yes. So I am trying to make up for it now, but there are too many books to make up for it."
He sighed, like a fisherman who saw the ocean for the first time and sighed happily. There is no limit to the sea of learning, and the more books you read, the more you read.
Ning Chunyan put her hands behind her back: "By the way, after I received your manuscript "A Safe Road Ahead", I couldn't help myself and typed it out to read."
"How is it?"
A smile appeared on Ning Chunyan’s lips: “I am a judge, so I won’t express my opinion in advance. But I can tell you that my parents, as well as someone, all think your writing is wonderful and even improved a lot.”
Wang Zixu finally paid attention to the blind spot in her words: "Who is 'someone'?"
"I won't tell you."
Ning Chunyan did not tell the whole truth.
In fact, according to the judgments of the Ning family and Chen Qingluo, it is not a problem for Wang Zixu’s article to get a ranking in the end. It may take some luck to get first place, but getting top five is definitely within your reach.
But she didn’t want Wang Zixu to have too high expectations too early, so she just wanted him to keep a normal mind. What's more, she is now in an official capacity, so some words are different when they come out of her mouth.
Wang Zixu read Chen Zhongshi’s words eagerly for a while. He was keenly aware that this book was very suitable for him, especially for him at this moment. These words are like little puzzle pieces that fit together the missing pieces.
It would be great if I could read this book before the essay competition. Wang Zixu thought greedily.
After reading for a while, he suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Ning Chunyan, and found that she had been staring at him with a smile. He realized that he had left her out in the cold, and asked a little apologetically:
"How is the preparation of your magazine going?"
Ning Chunyan said in the tone of greeting a dog to eat: "No need to pretend to care about my magazine, just read it quickly."
“I really care.”
“You can say this: except money, everything else is not a problem.” Ning Chunyan stuffed "Insects" into his bag.
“Then how are you going to solve the money problem?” Wang Zixu asked.
Ning Chunyan sighed and did not answer.
This question does not require an answer. Money is always the ultimate problem in the world.
"I'm going to the Literary and Art Association."
"I wish you a safe future." Wang Zixu said quietly behind him.
Ning Chunyan looked back: "It's not enough to be fine."
"Then I wish your magazine success."
……
Ning Chun Yan hung her bag on the back of her seat, a long table was lined up, and a green cloth was spread on the table. On the sign in front of her seat, "Ning Chun Yan" was neatly written in italics.
In addition to her, there are several well-known authors on the long table, all of whom are important figures in the Xihe literary world; in addition to the literary world, the leaders of the Propaganda Department, Culture and Tourism Bureau, and Literary Association are all sitting on the table. Television cameras were pushed in and flashes sounded from time to time.
Ning Chunyan straightened her back and tightened her jaw, trying to look dignified. She always appears in a key position in every photo, and she doesn't want to leave a dark history.
Facing her direction, opposite the sign with the words "Shen Qingfeng" written on it, the man with oily hair and pink face greeted her with a smile on his face.
"Ning, talented girl, do you remember what I told you that day?" Shen Qingfeng said, "The promise is always valid and has a lifetime warranty."
Ning Chunyan wrapped his arms around his chest and said elegantly: "Thanks for the warranty, but there is no intention to buy here for the time being."
"It's just 'temporary'. Sooner or later you will use it one day and will fall in love with my products."
Li Tingfang walked into the room and knocked on the table: "Quiet."
Ning Chunyan breathed a sigh of relief. Praise Teacher Li Tingfang! Excellent oil removal effect.
Li Tingfang sat down on the main seat, her silver hair swaying in the air. After adjusting the microphone, her voice echoed throughout the audience:
"Dear leaders and fellow writers, the Xihe Literary Society has a long history. I have hosted five sessions in total, and this year may be the last session I will host..."
Everyone was sitting upright, but Ning Chunyan's eyelids couldn't help but droop.
There was only one thought in her mind:
As expected... I am still not suitable for meetings...
Her eyes went white and there was a slight sound. She quickly straightened up and looked over Shen Qingfeng's shoulder to see the dark lens facing her in the distance.
Ning Chunyan reached out and gently covered her mouth, her dark eyes widening slightly.
Shen Qingfeng was playing with a Schneider pen. Seeing her pitiful expression, his hand became unsteady and the pen fell to the table with a "clack" sound.
But Ning Chunyan was only thinking: The picture just captured should not be published in the newspaper, right?
…
He ran his fingers across the photos in the newspaper. In the black photo, Ning Chunyan, with his eyes slightly lowered, looked very cute.
Diao Yiwen secretly thought: In literature, there are really few true beauties, and Ning Chunyan can be one of them. I wonder if I can be counted as one after this literary conference?
She held up the tea cup in a dignified posture and respectfully held it to the person opposite the mahogany coffee table. The man looked about forty-five years old. He was wearing a loose off-white Chinese coat and had thick black hair, but Diao Yiwen suspected that it was a wig.
The windows in the tea room are bright and clean, and the humidifier is fumigating the water mist, which is spiraling up. Diao Yiwen is sitting on a tea table made of some kind of tree roots. She has just shown off her tea-ordering skills, which has been unanimously praised. Opposite the tea table is a mahogany square table. The father and the man are sitting on the Taishi chair, looking relaxed. A waiter wearing a red cheongsam with long legs stood aside.
She focused her eyes on the face of the man next to her father, making no secret of the admiration in her eyes. This man is Yan Zishan. In the entire literary world of Xihe, no one except Li Tingfang is qualified to comment on the value of this name.
There is even such a comment among the public: Compared with Li Tingfang, Yan Zishan is probably only in age.
Diao Yiwen's father clapped his legs and said: "After all, this is the last session hosted by Li Tingfang. The pomp and circumstance has gone up. Even Teacher Yanzishan has been invited, which is enough to show the importance. With Teacher Yanzishan sitting in charge, other people at the cultural conference All the guests were eclipsed! ”
Yan Zishan lowered his head to drink tea, his eyelids drooping slightly. He did not give any comments or modesty about this straightforward flattery, he just said:
"Don't underestimate Shen Jianqiu's connections. I came here because of his connections. If he is willing to lower his figure a little more, I'm afraid even more terrifying beings will be invited here."
Diao's father was stunned: "Shen Jianqiu has so many connections? Then why hasn't he been promoted yet?"
Yanzi Mountain Said: "I'm not an official. But as far as I know, he is unwilling to go up. Maybe he doesn't have a better position. In addition, he also has some feelings."
Diao's father whispered: "He has stayed in Xihe for a long time, and he must have feelings, but if he stays in any place for a long time, the risks will be very high."
Yan Zishan said: "There is a risk. But during his years in Xihe, he has revitalized Xihe's economy through culture and tourism. Now is the sprint period for Xihe's cultural industry. If you ask him to leave and go elsewhere, he will definitely be reluctant to leave. If someone else comes here, he may not be able to do as well as him."
Diao's father nodded and sighed: "This is also true. It’s a helpless thing.”
The two of them were talking about areas that Diao Yiwen couldn’t get involved in. She tried hard to bring the topic back to matters that were relevant to her:
“Teacher Yan, what kind of writing style does Ning Chunyan have, and what style does he prefer?”
Yan Zishan raised his hand: "Don't worry about it. Whether it's Ning Chunyan or Chen Qingluo, there can be many judges, but in the end, only Li Tingfang decides the grade of the article. I know her style very well. . One word, domineering, limited democracy. You see there are many judges, but she is the only one who decides the ranking of the article." Diao Yiwen said: "Then my article..."
Father Diao interrupted: "Yiwen, you don’t have to worry. Teacher Yan is here to correct you, so what are you afraid of when writing your article?"
Yanzishan He shook his head and said: "I just modified her original foundation. I didn't say that she would definitely get a ranking. I also said before that it will be fine if she can be in the top 5 this time. If she can be in the top 5, Shen Jianqiu will see and pay attention to her."
Diao's father said: "Yes, if he can see it, the goal has been achieved."
Yan Zishan stretched out his finger: "There are only three rounds in the competition, preliminary and selection. , ranking. In the third round, only 10 manuscripts will be left, and 5 out of 10 will be selected. I can say that yours is definitely among them." After saying that, he stood up suddenly and left the room.
Fortunately, after getting along with him several times in the past two days, Diao Yiwen has become accustomed to his style of doing things. He always does this, without saying hello, leaving like a cliff, leaving an unfinished sentence. When he comes back, he will change the topic again.
Diao's father came over, took Diao Yiwen's hand and said: "Yiwen, although Teacher Yanzishan said it more vaguely, in fact, he will not take any article that comes from him lightly. He said that just because of this People of high rank will not talk too much."
Diao Yiwen shook her head: "I am not worried about the ranking of my article."
"Then what are you worried about? Worried about the rules? Daughter, let me tell you a truth, the rules are made by the strong for the weak. Don't always look at the weak. Your opponents will always be those who have their own set of game rules just like you. "
After speaking, Father Diao smiled coldly and said, "Do you think Li Tingfang and Shen Qingfeng will abide by the rules?"
Diao Yiwen shook her head. It's not like she's worried about that. She didn't know exactly what she was worried about.
Finally, she said softly: "Tomorrow, the shortlisted results will be out."
"Don't worry," Father Diao said, "Teacher Yanzishan is here, ahead. These two rounds have nothing to do with you. You only have to care about the third round. ” ……
Bai Jiaxuan later boasted that he had married seven women in his life.
On the white bed sheet, Wang Zixu repeatedly smacked these words, the more he tasted them, the more jealous he became.
He was jealous of Chen Zhongshi’s talent and his intuition as a writer.
The story of "White Deer Plain" is very huge, and White Deer Plain is also very big, perhaps as big as Macondo.
"One Hundred Years of Solitude" starts the whole story with a piece of ice, while "White Deer Plain" starts with a poisonous hook.
This hook took away the women of Bai Jiaxuan, and also opened the curtain of the era and started the changes in this land.
This hook is a great one, filled with poison and firmly nailed to the wilderness of Bailuyuan.
This is the writer’s intuition. Writers should be keenly aware of what is the best time to cut in, and use the simplest and most direct paragraphs to maximize the audience's interest.
After Wang Zixu finished reading half of "White Deer Plain", he went back to study his literary script and found that he still had many areas for improvement.
In other words, it is not that he can improve himself, but that he can let the speech therapists improve.
He has been thinking about one thing recently: Qingyan also used his script, but did not get the growth it deserved. Ye Lan thought this was a lucky thing, but he sensed a crisis.
This shows that his scripts are still far away from everyone. He doesn't know where this threshold is now, but once this technical problem is solved, the level of speech therapists will improve by leaps and bounds.
He believed that as long as he finished reading "White Deer Plain", he would definitely get some new inspiration.
He will create more thick, juicy, slurry-bursting libido.
He felt a surge of power in his heart. He has always been an unconfident person in the past, or he did not dare to be confident. While immersed in "White Deer Plain", he suddenly felt that he was in a vast wilderness, and he saw a series of peaks - the pioneers who had shined in the long river of literary history. When he came back to his senses, he had become a mountain.
"Ding."
The phone rang, and Wang Zixu woke it up, indicating that a new text message had been received.
He suddenly remembered that today is the day when the results of the preliminary essay competition will be selected.
The text message on the mobile phone reads:
[Thank you for your participation. The preliminary selection of Xihe Literary Society·Dream Essay Competition has ended. Your manuscript was not shortlisted. Please try again. 】
(End of this chapter)