Chapter 120 Spring Feast, green radish branches among the flowers
"When I heard the name 'Zixu', I remembered that I had heard of you before. When I asked Mei Rucheng, sure enough, you are the 'Muxue Manqian Village'!"
Everyone looked at Wang Zixu. Mentioning this matter again made Wang Zixu a little embarrassed, because the cause of this matter came from a misunderstanding that should not have been misunderstood. If he had not been smart, there would not have been "Muxue Manqian Village". He put his hands on his knees and rubbed them, but in the end he couldn't say anything.
Mei Rucheng put out the cigarette and walked in: "After that time, I often talked about the 'Wuxueqian Village Prince Xu'. I thought he was going to be buried. Unexpectedly, this kid seized the opportunity and took another risk. Maybe this is because he has a deep understanding of the situation."
Zhong Junmin asked: "What's the 'Muxueqian Village'?"< /p>
The senior leader got excited and leaned on the sofa with his legs crossed:
"This is interesting to say. At that time, I was holding an on-site meeting. Due to an unexpected situation, I had to change the speech I had prepared, and there was only more than an hour before the meeting.
"To be honest, I didn't expect the manuscript to be revised on time. When Mei Rucheng hurried over, I was already ready to speak without the script. Of course, I had to be prepared for everything, so I still asked him to write it immediately.
"After a brief review of the requirements, he revised the manuscript into a painted face, and no one except himself could understand it. There happened to be an emergency at the scene, and I had to take him to deal with it. In the middle of the process, I told him, forget it, just come up with an idea, and there is no need to publish the manuscript.
“Because I know that they have to drive here to revise, proofread, and typeset the manuscript, and the window period is less than ten minutes. Revising a manuscript in ten minutes cannot guarantee the quality, and it is better for me to write it out of the manuscript. To force it out will affect my own thinking."
It should be said that he is indeed a great leader, and his memory is amazing. This story is told in a logical way.
There were people present who liked Wang Zixu, and some who hated Wang Zixu, but because it was a big leader who was speaking, no one dared to show that he was not interested in this story. Everyone listened with bated breath, especially Diao Yiwen.
Diao Yiwen never knew how Wang Zixu got involved with Mei Rucheng. The story of Big Leader adds an important message to her. Zhang Qian was more serious than her, but her face was not very pretty.
The Wang Zixu in the story is different from their impressions. They have different thoughts, but the same thing is that they all suddenly discovered that they may have never understood Wang Zixu.
Wang Zixu also listened very carefully. Or at least it looks serious on the surface.
This is a story he experienced personally. From Shen Jianqiu’s perspective, the story looks like this.
The plots are generally similar, but the different perspectives of the two make the connotation of the story quietly change.
This is a very novel experience.
This reminded him of that kind of "polyphonic novel" and also reminded him of writers such as William Faulkner and Haruki Murakami.
Different characters, different perspectives, and different viewpoints are intertwined, connected, and collide with each other.
Wang Zixun thought, if he wanted to write a novel, should he adopt this system? He found it very challenging.
You know, even a world-famous novelist will find it very difficult to write like this.
But difficulty is not a bad thing.
If his wife knew that Wang Zixu was still thinking about writing a novel while the boss was speaking, she would definitely get angry and scold him for being stupid. Wang Zixu himself did not feel stupid, and the main leaders did not leave him any room to interrupt.
He has evolved to the point where he can enter a fugue state at any time and think about novel techniques.
In the dark, he felt a gaze directed towards him. He immediately raised his eyes and subconsciously looked for Chen Qingluo's figure, but saw that she was staring at Shen Jianqiu intently, without any sign of looking at him. This made him feel a little self-deprecating.
Shen Jianqiu continued: "...Half an hour later, the manuscript was delivered to me on time. When I saw it, I told Mei Rucheng that this was not the level of your research laboratory. He said yes, because this manuscript was written by someone who passed by the laboratory."
Li Tingfang pointed at Wang Zixu curiously: "Is that the person passing by?"
"Yes. It's this kid."
Everyone's eyes drifted to Wang Zixu.
Shen Jianqiu took a sip of water: "What surprised me the most was that this manuscript also changed my poem, and the key changes were very unique. I calculated that considering that he still had to revise, proofread, and format the poem, it probably took no more than a minute to change the poem. I said where did this poetic talent come from? How come I haven't heard of this person for so many years in Xihe?"
Zhong Junmin nodded and said: "This is the 'Muxue Manqian Village'."
"Yes." Mei Rucheng added, "I asked them. Although the prince changed this poem, he was smart, but he was very quick in thinking and it only took more than ten seconds to write it."
Shen Jianqiu looked at him with a smile: "Others say you are a dark horse, because no one knows your name in the Xihe literary world, but when I heard your name, I knew that you won this first prize with your strength."
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Shen Jianqiu said this calmly, but Zhang Qian standing aside was cold all over.
The big leader seemed to be just telling stories, but the meaning of his last words was already clear. He was obviously responding to the farce just now.
Zhong Junmin said: "This poem itself is not particularly brilliant, but considering the time of creation, it can indeed be said to be poetic."
Mei Rucheng said: "However, it is not ruled out that this guy polished the sentences in advance and forced them to come in."
The big leader smiled: "That's it. No more making things difficult for him? ”
Zhong Junmin said: “Let’s make things difficult for him again. I can’t comment on the contemporary literature he wrote, but I can still comment on his poetry. "
Shen Jianqiu said: "Since everyone has said so, Mei Rucheng, you come up with a question and test him."
Realizing that there was something fun to watch, Ning Chunyan immediately got excited. She looked at the confused Wang Zixu. She wanted to laugh for some reason. She twisted her mouth and turned her head, and found that Chen Qingluo was staring at Wang Zixu.
Others had different expressions. Lin Feng had sweat on his forehead. On the one hand, it was because the clothes he wore were too thick and hot, and on the other hand, it was because he was nervous. He seemed even more nervous than Wang Zixu. And Cui Xian was eager to try, and seemed to want to be tested for his poetic talent.
Mei Rucheng pondered for a while and said: "Don't be difficult today, you can write a poem based on the theme of this literary meeting. The leader's time is limited, I will give you 3 minutes at most."
Cui Xian was eager to try just now, but when he heard this time limit, he immediately stopped his competitive spirit. Lin Luo's expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile, as if he was waiting to see the prince make a fool of himself.
Ning Chunyan was not worried about the prince making a fool of himself. He deservedly won the first place in the literary competition. Even if he couldn't write it, no one would question him, but he himself would be a little embarrassed.
Wang Zixu asked: "Can you give me a pen and paper?"
Someone immediately brought him paper and pen and placed them on the coffee table in front of Wang Zixu.
Wang Zixu stared blankly ahead. He didn't expect that anyone would take the poetry test today, and he was not mentally prepared at all. However, the ancients had exhausted all the imagery in poetry, and they were just re-splicing existing sentences into a new style.
It’s not difficult for him.
Mei Rucheng checked his watch and said: "The rest of you, if you want to show off your talents, you can give it a try."
The secretary handed out blank papers to others, but most of them politely declined. Not everyone can write a poem in seven steps. If you can't write the last sentence of a blank piece of paper, you are just humiliating yourself.
“Give me one.” Lin Feng raised his hand.
Lin Feng is very loyal. Although he couldn't write poetry, he thought that Wang Zixu had already written one, so he might as well accompany him. When the time comes, he won't be able to write it, and it won't look ugly.
Ning Chunyan bit her lip and said to the prince half-heartedly: "Why are you staring at me? Write quickly!"
When Wang Zixu came to his senses, he realized that he had been staring ahead, and Ning Chunyan happened to be sitting in front of him. In fact, he didn't look at her. It was just that when he was thinking about the problem, his eyes were not focused. He actually didn't look at anything.
It was Ning Chunyan’s anger that gave him some inspiration, and he started writing on paper.
Mei Rucheng looked at his watch and saw that only 20 seconds had passed, and said, "Have you thought about it so quickly? You still have two and a half minutes."
The prince didn't answer, lowered his head and just wrote, and everyone came up to read.
He didn’t add anything to his text, and he wrote almost without pause. After a while, a five-character poem had taken shape.
"Okay." Wang Zixu slapped the pen on the coffee table.
"One minute." Mei Rucheng sighed, "Although I haven't seen how well your poem is written, now I really believe that your previous poem was changed on the spot."
Lin Feng just wrote two words on the paper, crossed them all out with slashes, put down the pen with a wry smile, and looked towards Wang Zixu.
He can always break through people's imagination in literature.
Without saying a word, Shen Jianqiu took away the manuscript paper from Wang Zixu on the coffee table and read:
"Spring banquet among flowers, the city is full of fresh green.
The white clouds turn with each step, and the green radish is fragrant around the branches.
The calligraphy is short and mellow, but the poetry is long and fragrant.
There is no need to worry about the sunset, the bright moon will shine together. "
After Shen Jianqiu finished reading, he said with a big smile on his face: "It's somewhat interesting. "After that, he handed the manuscript to Zhong Junmin.
After reading it, Zhong Junmin also smiled slightly and said: "You kid, make it difficult for yourself and write a good poem. If you don't spend so much time embedding these two names, wouldn't it be better? Some words are vulgar. ”
Mei Rucheng said: "In order to have a straight format, I went a little too far, but it is still a masterpiece. Of course, it is easy to say. No one is qualified to make irresponsible remarks after writing this poem in such a short time."
"Yes." Zhong Junmin took it off. Glasses, sighed, "When I was young, I also did something like writing a poem in seven steps, but I couldn't write it as smoothly as you, and I couldn't write such a rhythmic poem. I'm not as good as you."
It's quite shocking that Professor Zhong can admit so frankly that he is inferior to others. This is extremely high praise.
Zhong Junmin handed the manuscript to Ning Chunyan and said: "The two talented women should evaluate it."
Ning Chunyan took the manuscript with a blushing face. She had noticed when Shen Jianqiu was reading just now that Wang Zixu had embedded his name into the poem. After reading, his eyes lit up and he said:
"This is well written!"
Shen Jianqiu pursed his lips: "It's more than good? It can be said as 'really damn good'."
Li Tingfang stretched out his hand: "I'll do it. Take a look."
After she finished reading, her eyes lit up and she looked up at Wang Zixu: "Zizixu, when I heard the title before, I thought I was trying to make things difficult for you, but you chose the most difficult way and used this unique method to tell us that your poetry is amazing, right?"
Wang Zixu licked his lips: "I didn't mean that, I just expressed it naturally."
Li Tingfang smiled: "I admit that I was surprised by you. It's a pity that the time is too short, and this poem still needs to be polished. When it is revised later, we will publish a collection after the literary meeting, and your poem can be placed on the title page."
Shen Jianqiu smiled and nodded: "I agree."
After Li Tingfang finished speaking, she glanced at him with a smile in her eyes, then turned to look at Ning Chunyan, who had a pink face, and thought to herself, this person is probably very easy to tease the little girl, so he has to remind Ning Binru when he turns around.
Ning Chunyan leaned over Chen Qingluo's ear and whispered something. Chen Qingluo's face was dull and expressionless, but it made Wang Zixu a little nervous.
He immediately embedded their names into it. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it at the time, I just felt that the Wenhui had no entry point, and adding the two names would make it appear more Xihe-specific.
Now that I think about it, I feel quite guilty. Why only their two names? Why not bring "Tingfang" and "Qingfeng"?
It’s just to put Chen Qingluo’s name in it. Ning Chunyan's name was inserted in order not to make the motive too obvious.
To put it bluntly, I still want to show off my skills in front of the person I like when I am young.
The prince felt ashamed and planned to go home at night, wrap himself in a quilt and beat the bed.
Li Tingfang cleared her throat and said, "Can I say a few words?"
Shen Jianqiu said, "Teacher Li, please speak."
“The competition in the final stage of this literary competition was indeed very fierce, and in the end, the two works had the same score.”
Diao Yiwen suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing.
Li Tingfang said: "Wang Zixu's manuscript and Diao Yiwen's manuscript were divided equally. In the end, a show of hands was held to choose one. The one with more votes won the first prize, and the one with fewer votes won the second prize.
"The final vote was six to one. Wang Zixu's work got six votes, and Diao Yiwen's vote was cast by Shen Qingfeng, who is not here now. Except for him, everyone voted for Wang Zixu."
Diao Yiwen looked at Yanzishan in shock, her eyes full of disbelief.
Her manuscript was revised by Yan Zishan, but in the end, this person didn’t even vote for his own work? What on earth was he thinking?
Yan Zishan sat aside, his face as sinking as water. He did not respond to Diao Yiwen's eyes, and had no intention of explaining anything, making it completely unclear.
Li Tingfang said again:
"In every past literary competition, there would be more or less disputes over the final evaluation results. Some people said that the awards were determined by default, while others said that the judges were unfair. However, there was never a dispute that was about to start a fight!
"This time, not only do we have the largest number of judges, but we are also the most authoritative. In particular, the decision to win the first place went through repeated back-and-forth. I dare say that in all the previous cultural fairs, no first place has been as valuable as this one! Why are there still disputes between the organizing committee members and the players? Some of our comrades need to reflect carefully. ”
Shen Jianqiu said: “Teacher Li’s opinion is also my opinion. ”
Shen Jianqiu added: "I met many new faces this time, and I feel like I have seen the future of the Xihe literary world. I hope everyone will continue to work hard and achieve greater success in the future."
After saying that, he stood up and pointed at his watch: "The time I reserved for the meeting was 20 minutes, and it has now expired. I originally wanted to communicate with you more. The time for communication is limited. I hope you can use the hot land of Xihe as a base to create more excellent works. It is best to publish more newspapers and magazines. In my spare time, I will also read some literary works. Through your works, I will understand you better. "
After he finished speaking, Wang Zixu finally woke up from his dissociated state, and his shame was reduced a lot.
Shen Jianqiu and Li Tingfang sang together and helped him get rid of Zhang Qian's groundless slander against him. But looking at the momentum, the big leaders don’t seem to take this matter to heart. Leaders have a lot of things to do every day, so of course they won't bother to worry about such trivial matters. But if we don't make a move now, who knows if Zhang Qian will fight back in the future?
"Big leader." Wang Zixu stood up, "I want to tell you something."
Shen Jianqiu subconsciously turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's about Zhang Qian." Wang Zixu said.
Shen Jianqiu smiled "haha" and turned around and said, "She eliminated your manuscript during the shortlisting stage, right? I know this well. But this is a problem of improper appointment. I can tell you that she will not be responsible for this work at the next literary conference."
Zhang Qian's face turned pale, but Wang Zixu did not look in her direction. He faced Shen Jianqiu resolutely: "It's not about the manuscript, it's about her illegal promotion."
(End of chapter)