Chapter 119: I will hit your chest with a small fist
Despite all kinds of things that have happened in the past, Wang Zixu does not have much ill feelings towards Diao Yiwen herself - of course, he does not have any good impressions either.
But he knows that the power of jealousy can make a person full of malice, and this malice is enough to distort everything. So when Diao Yiwen walked towards him, Wang Zixu gathered some energy to deal with it.
"I didn't expect you to be the first." Diao Yiwen said, "Did you really write your manuscript yourself?"
Wang Zixu was stunned and asked: "Did you write your manuscript yourself?"
Diao Yiwen froze.
Wang Zixu felt that her reaction was a little strange, and then said: "You are also engaged in literature. You should know how impolite it is to ask this question. I refuse to answer this question. You can think whatever you like."
Diao Yiwen's eyes dimmed.
Lin Feng came from outside the door and said loudly: "Brother Wang, it's so hard to hide this from me. Your manuscript was obviously shortlisted, why didn't you tell me? Do you know how embarrassed I was on the stage just now? Embarrassing? ”
He always thought that the prince was in vain and failed to be shortlisted. He had comforted him before, but now in retrospect, his behavior turned out to be a clown - the third prize comforted the first prize, don’t be sad.
Wang Zixu patted him on the shoulder: "Sorry, I had no choice but to do so. My situation was a bit special. I couldn't tell you the reason at the time."
Lin Feng was disappointed. His expression was full of words: "Why can't I believe it?"
At this moment, Wang Zixu saw Zhang Qian's figure outside the door walking towards this direction, and his heart "thumped". He turned around and said:
"My manuscript was not shortlisted because someone interfered with it in the preliminary round and kicked my manuscript out. In order to prevent that person from targeting me again, I did not publicize the fact that my manuscript was shortlisted again."
Lin Feng's expression became serious: "Have you reported this to the jury?"
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "The people who are targeting me are from the jury. Do you think it is useful for me to report it to them?"
Zhang Qian walked in. She had heard the conversation between the two of them just now, and said with a bit of aggression: "Zizixu, if you have any objections to the jury's evaluation results, you should report them through normal channels. Ah! It was obviously a manuscript that was shortlisted by us, but you obtained the quota of invited manuscripts from NTU through your connections. This is against the rules!"
Wang Zixu sneered: "If we follow the rules, should my manuscript be eliminated after being shortlisted?"
Zhang Qian raised her voice a little: "Then according to what you said, all the shortlisted and eliminated manuscripts feel that they should not be eliminated, and they all want to imitate you and find connections. Then what kind of style will our writing be like?"
Wang Zixu suddenly realized that he had fallen into Zhang Qian's trap. She repeatedly emphasized that she was "looking for connections" just to pin this crime on him.
To those who don’t know the inside story, they will think that Wang Zixu’s achievements are all obtained through finding connections.
Having figured this out, Wang Zixu was angry and couldn't help but want to sneer. After all these years, Zhang Qian's cleverness is still used to trouble people.
"Zhang Qian, do you mean that Wang, the first place, came here because of connections? But you, a person who doesn't even know about the Taoyuan three sworn brothers, are you a fair judge when you kill my manuscript with one sentence?"
Zhang Qian pointed her hand at Wang Zixu's face: "Don't slander me. Your manuscript was rejected by the collective judgment of our preliminary review meeting. Why do you make it sound like I killed it alone? Do you have evidence?"
"Yes!"
Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo held hands, walked in from the door, and said loudly: "Zhixu and I went to see you, and you personally admitted that you were the one who killed his manuscript. You are his ex-girlfriend. After the breakup, you held a grudge and deliberately killed his manuscript by taking advantage of your position. Not a word of what you said is credible."
Zhang Qian became panicked. What was originally just a confrontation with the prince turned into a group of people attacking her, loudly saying: "Who has a grudge? Chen Zhima rotten millet so many years ago, what can I hate about him? And Ning Cainiu, you didn't help him because you were in love with him. This time you are a judge. Who knows how many emotional points you gave your boyfriend? What qualifications do you have to criticize me?"
Ning Chun’s banquet was about attacking high and defending low. When he heard this, his face turned red immediately and he stuttered: “Who fell in love with him? This prince just has a wife, okay? Don’t spread rumors here, or I will sue you. Malicious slander! "
"He has a wife?" Zhang Qian showed a puzzled expression at first, and then sneered, "Then you dare to swear that you didn't give it during the final scoring stage? Did he give me a high score? ”
“I dare you! Anyway, I didn’t give him the highest score in the audience, but do you dare to swear that you didn’t go over the edge of the jury and kill his manuscript? ”
The content of the two people’s quarrels became more and more in the direction of private life. Lin Feng looked helplessly at Wang Zixu, his eyes seeming to say, brother, your love life is exciting enough.
Wang Zixu felt very innocent. Where is the excitement in my love life? Why don’t I know this myself?
This is a government office, and the people present are either civil servants or prominent figures in the literary and artistic circles. At this time, because of the prince's private life, they all pricked up their ears and listened carefully. Diao Yiwen, Cui Xian, etc. who won the award all had expressions on their faces.
Wang Zixu realized that if this went on, his reputation would become more and more tarnished and gradually slide to the bottom. It might even affect his family life, and even damage the reputation of the Ning Chun Banquet. He quickly said:
"Okay, okay, don't argue. Zhang Qian, I have no evidence that you were shortlisting my manuscript, and I don't plan to sue you. If you have any objections to me being shortlisted as a specially invited manuscript from Nanjing University, you can also appeal through legitimate channels, not here. ”
Zhang Qian was about to speak out against him, but then she thought, there are many people on the other side, and the quarrel may not prevail. The leader is coming soon. If the quarrel continues, it may affect her image in the leader's heart. It's better to take a step back and settle the matter. In the future, we will naturally find a group of people who are dissatisfied with Wang Zixu's award, and it will not be too late to denounce him.
After Zhang Qian remained silent, Wang Zixu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere at the scene also relaxed. Cui Xian, who knew nothing about it, grinned: "It seems that there is a lot of inside information in this selection! I thought that writers only need to write good articles."
When Wang Zixu heard this, he felt a trace of bitterness in his heart. Didn't he think so before? Even now, he thinks so. But why did he become what others call an "insider"?
At this moment, Chen Qingluo suddenly broke away from Ning Chunyan’s arm and walked towards him.
Wang Zixu’s heartbeat began to accelerate.
Ever since Chen Qingluo entered the room just now, he has avoided eye contact with her. He was afraid that he would behave inappropriately once he saw the look in her eyes. But Chen Qingluo walked straight towards him with a clear goal, and finally stood in front of him, raising her fist high, and then...
"Ha!"
Chen Qingluo's fist stabbed Wang Zixu's heart.
She is only 1.6 meters tall, very thin, and has slender wrists. Her posture looked very serious, and judging from her eyes, she also wanted to punch Wang Zixu very seriously. However, the difference in height and weight between the two of them meant that this serious punch was not serious, but more like "a little punch on your chest."
However, her sudden punch still stunned everyone in the audience. Even Wang Zixu was stunned on the spot.
Chen Qingluo raised her eyes and looked at him: "Why did you shrink?"
"I...I didn't?"
"You just shrank. She has treated you like this. Don't you have a temper?"
"I..." Wang Zixu smiled bitterly at first, then put away his expression, "I can't do anything to her."
"Who said that?" Chen Qingluo said, "You can scold her."
"It's not good to scold people..."
Chen Qingluo shook her head greatly, as if she had heard a completely wrong academic point of view: "Swearing is good."
Wang Zixu turned to look at Zhang Qian, whose mouth was slightly open, and his mouth moved, as if he was thinking about what to do. What to say, finally, she made up her mind and said:
"Bitch."
"Yes." Chen Qingluo put away her small fists, and the expression on her face said that she was finally satisfied.
Wang Zixu seemed to be encouraged and mustered up the courage: "You stinky bitch."
"No matter how eloquent you are, you are still a stinky bitch. This is what I have always wanted to say."
After finishing speaking, Wang Zixu felt much more comfortable.
Zhang Qian’s face turned red from bottom to top like a boiling kettle. She finally couldn’t bear the humiliation and rushed towards Chen Qingluo hysterically. Wang Zixu naturally couldn’t let Chen Qingluo be attacked and stood between the two of them.
As for Chen Qingluo, when she discovered that Zhang Qian was not in the right mood, she was already ready to escape, and had already escaped by the time she rushed over.
Shen Jianqiu stood outside the door of the living room with a very playful expression. There was a group of people behind him, and Li Tingfang and Zhong Junmin stood beside him. But he stood still with his hands behind his back, and no one would move before him.
“It seems that we have another unique guy in the Xihe literary world.” Li Tingfang said.
The secretary asked: "Do you want me to go in and maintain order first?"
Shen Jianqiu said: "What can be done to maintain order? Can they tear down the house?"
After saying that, he strode in.
…
The sideshows of the cultural gathering were also over, and the audience began to leave. Of course, many people chose to stay, drink beer, eat skewers, and chat about things in the literary world.
Gou Yingbiao called Shen Qingfeng several times, but the call was always busy, so he left first worriedly. But excluding the factors of leadership, their unit was also the biggest winner in the cultural conference. When one unit was awarded the first and second place in the cultural conference, people from other units kept running over to congratulate them.
The old colleagues in the unit all know how to enjoy themselves. They formed a bureau to bask in the moonlight and eat barbecue in the square. When they met people they met, they would brag to them about winning the first and second place in the literary society.
But people in small groups such as Guo Ranran and Song Yinglian feel like mourning their heirs. Compared with Diao Yiwen's victory, the success of the imaginary enemy made them feel more frustrated.
Xu Shichao slapped the "Special Issue of Xihe Literature and Art" on the table, and Da Ma Jin Dao sat down: "I bought the special issue. I just read it in the bookstore for a while. Wang Zixu's writing is indeed good, and it is obviously higher than other articles. A level."
Hu Xiaoping said with a smile: "Have you become a literary critic?"
Xu Shichao raised his head: "Basic Chinese education is still available. Look at his writing style, it is obviously not the same as others."
Having said that, he quickly added: "Of course, Xiao Diao's works are also very good."
Zhang Cannian smiled: "Both of them are not here, so you don't have to think about carrying water now."
Hu Xiaoping ate peanuts: "I said that Xiao Wang usually can't tell that he has this ability. He is a bit hidden. In fact, I know that he usually writes novels when he has nothing to do, but he always hides it, which is a bit too shameful. Shame on this kid."
Xu Shichao said: "Everyone should know that he has been writing novels for so many years and has been mentioned, so he must hide it. , In fact, it’s understandable.”
Hu Xiaoping added: “I thought he was not very talkative and usually kept silent. I didn’t expect that this time he would be interviewed in front of so many people. He can also talk freely, which is quite impressive."
Someone said: "It seems that he doesn't like to talk, but he doesn't like to talk to us."
Everyone chatted for a while and generally felt that Wang Zixu was a bit too withdrawn. Xu Shichao sighed. His thoughts were different from others, but he couldn't tell the specific details and couldn't form words.
He remembered what Wang Zixu said, "Literature belongs to losers" and so on, and suddenly felt that it made some sense. There are some things that no one in the workplace says, so they can only be written on paper. The combination of Wang Zixu's personal experience and his few words made him somewhat understand.
Maybe some people are destined to be lonely. Wang Zixu is that kind of person. In other words, he was destined to be a literary man.
Zhang Cannian saw that Song Yinglian had a bad expression, patted him on the back and said, "Xiao Diao took second place, you should be happy? Why do you look so depressed?"
Song Yinglian forced a smile: "I'm not depressed, I just can't think clearly. Didn't I say that Brother Wang was not shortlisted before? Why was he suddenly shortlisted again and won the first place."
Zhang Cannian looked around and said to him: "Do you know what Xiao Diao's father does?"
Song Yinglian was startled: "I don't know."
"Her father is the deputy county magistrate of Changle County next door. He is very awesome." Zhang Cannian said.
Song Yinglian said: "How do you know so much?"
Zhang Cangnian said: "Your parents should be teachers, right?"
"Yes..."
Zhang Cannian smiled and said: "At my age, you can actually tell a lot of things. Xiao Diao's mannerisms and how he treats others make him look like a child from a standard civil servant family. He is very authentic."
Song Yinglian asked: "The situation in my family is the same for you. Can you tell?"
Zhang Cannian said: "Well. You have the smell of a child from a teacher's family, it's very obvious."
Song Yinglian felt very magical. He wanted to let Zhang Cannian teach him, but he couldn't say it.
Zhang Cannian seemed to understand what he was thinking: "When you have been in administration for a long time, you don't need anyone to teach you. You will know it by yourself. But you have to know one thing, what is it? Everyone's family background and ability level are very different. Don't be self-righteous and don't judge others by yourself."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Cannian sighed. He took a breath: "Don't judge others by yourself. It's easy to say, but it's easier said than done. No one in this world doesn't judge others by yourself."
Song Yinglian finally came to his senses and raised his beer: "Chief Zhang, let me toast you."
After the two drank, Zhang Cannian said again:
"You don’t have to think that it’s okay for Xiao Diao to take second place, and it’s okay for Wang Zixu to take first place. Xiao Diao taking second place is enough for her. If she takes first place, it might not be good for her. Wang Zixu takes first place. , you don’t need to feel strange, they are not on the same level, you don’t need to compare with others.”
Song Yinglian thought this was quite interesting, tilted his head and fell into thinking.
There are some things that he can’t resolve with just one or two words. He just doesn’t express his displeasure. In fact, Zhang Cannian still had something to say: Wang Zixu, at first glance, is not a creature in the pond. To use him as an imaginary enemy is to make a mistake.
This unit was not the place where he should stay.
……
The farce in the living room finally disappeared, and Wang Zixu and other award-winning representatives could finally sit down quietly.
Shen Jianqiu also sat on the sofa, crossing his legs. His presence put a huge strain on everyone in the room. The top leaders of several organizing committee departments stood aside, and Director Mei ran outside to smoke.
Shen Jianqiu seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He stared at Wang Zixu for a long time before he said, "Zixu, I have heard your name."
(End of this chapter)