Chapter 141 A sunny and cheerful boy

Shi Shuqiu said: "He was busy and didn't read it, and I didn't want to show it to him. Everything I showed him was very good, but I couldn't give him any useful advice. I showed it to Uncle Weng and Uncle Liu."

He didn’t say his specific name, but Xiao Mengyin’s eyes were a little brighter. She knew that he was talking about famous people in the literary world.

“What did they say?”

“They commented: perfect.”

Xiao Mengyin looked at his proud smile and suppressed his expectations:

“Don’t think you’ve won it. You don’t know. The competition is so fierce. I walked around Nanjing University, and at least eight out of ten people wanted to compete for this award." Shi Shuqiu laughed disdainfully: "Don't worry, I looked at the current Chinese department, but unfortunately I didn't see anyone who was better than me."

Xiao Mengyin felt that his words were too villainous, but she knew that his confidence was justified, and his confidence was quite endearing: "I will polish it again when I have the time."

Shi Shuqiu said, "How should I polish the already perfect work?"

Xiao Mengyin turned around and walked in the opposite direction. Shi Shuqiu followed.

"Sister Mengmeng, where are you going?"

"Let's go," Xiao Mengyin said, "I came to see you, and it's time to leave after seeing you."

Shi Shuqiu said: "It's hard to meet, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea and chat?"

Xiao Mengyin said: "I only do one thing at a time. I don't like to be sloppy. If you want to drink tea with me, make an appointment with me earlier next time."

...

After Xiao Mengyin left, the atmosphere at the table became a little sad for no reason.

Eighty percent of this sadness is heightened by Xu Rongrong. Because this woman thinks they should feel miserable. After all, both of them were ambitious to compete for the Fei Shi Literary Award, but their fate was so decisively decided by the previous first prize. They should not be sad.

Wang Zixu actually felt that it was okay. Mainly, he didn't expect that the opponent he once regarded as a strong opponent for the Nobel Prize turned out to be a girl wearing black lace.

As for the Fei Shi Literary Award, Xiao Mengyin’s few words are not enough to dispel his self-confidence. At least in his opinion, his works are better than the previous award-winning works.

But the most crooked thing in the world is that people without emotional intelligence pretend to be gentle. Zhao Peilin was fine at first, but after being comforted by Xu Rongrong, he felt completely bad. He ordered two bottles of beer, his eyes began to turn red, and said to them, "Let's go for a walk."

So everyone went outside to a sunny place, and Zhao Peilin began to talk about how he once had a girlfriend.

"I'm so stupid, really," Zhao Peilin blushed. "To her, your fierce persistence is just a sign of lack of sexual attraction. You foolishly hope that your tireless greetings every day can make her feel safe. In fact, it is a drop in the bucket. There will naturally be a warm embrace for her to rely on in the cold night. Women are the most likely to find reasons for their transference, but you are desperate. I have to convince myself that I deserve to lose.”

Zhao Peilin said: "The only thing to blame is the lack of strength of all women! Why have I only met cheating women and not loyal women?"

Xu Rongrong said: "How many times have you been in love?"

"Once."

Xu Rongrong said: " Isn’t it your fault that you don’t know people well? Who made you want to find a scumbag? I’m a woman, so why didn’t I cheat on you?” Zhao Peilin sneered and took a sip of beer: “I’m just a woman. I don’t think of you as a woman.”

Xu Rongrong pinched his arm hard: “Who do you think doesn’t look like a woman?”

The two chatted excitedly, and both Wang Zixu and Lu Qingxuan fell behind. Lu Qingxuan tugged on Wang Zixu's sleeve and whispered:

"Do you think there is a bit of that between the two of them?"

"Yes, a bit of that."

"Then don't we? It looks like two light bulbs? "

"A little bit."

"Shall we go?"

"Okay."

"

Then the situation suddenly changed, and inexplicably, Wang Zixu and Lu Qingxuan were walking alone.

A girl who has just grown up has soft waist and delicate skin, and her gait is like a weak willow supporting the wind. Wang Zixu feels like a goose when he walks aside. He is not used to it and wants to find another excuse to escape.

But Lu Qingxuan spoke first, with a low voice: "My cousin is a very confident person, or overconfident, and sometimes a little arrogant. You don't have to be too superstitious about her judgment. She may not always be right."

Wang Zixu didn't know what topic she was talking about for a while, and said "oh".

Lu Qingxuan turned to look at him: "Are you going to participate in the Feishi Literary Award?"

Wang Zixu said "Oh" again, he knew what topic he was talking about. Then he said yes, my 500,000-word manuscript has been written.

Lu Qingxuan asked: "Have you read a lot of books?"

Wang Zixu said: "Compared to most people, it's a lot."

Lu Qingxuan frowned and repeated what he said: "'Compared to most people, it's a lot. More', you know, you and my cousin are also the same type of people, both talk very conceited. ”                                                                                           “

For example, he thinks he is modest and prudent, but people who listen to him will say you are arrogant; in the past, he thought he was diligent and down-to-earth at work, but his boss thought he was harboring evil intentions.

Later, he felt that he was infatuated and single-minded, and several women said that you were just a playboy.

Wang Zixu’s concept of reading has the characteristics of an infinite series: it is both divergent and convergent. Divergence means endlessly diverging reading, and he will read it as soon as he sees the name of a certain book; convergence means always keeping the reading scope within the "general categories of books with humanistic connotations", such as "48 dirty tricks for interpersonal communication in the workplace", "28 good ways to control your boss" and other books that are obviously rubbish at a glance, and he will not read them.

But even so, the books he had read filled his house and e-books and tablets. Even after selling them for scrap several times, the problem still could not be solved. So it's an unemotional fact that he reads more than most people. But from Lu Qingxuan's perspective, she only felt that he was conceited.

Wang Zixu said: "Let me put it another way. I don't know anyone who has read more books than me." We all read on the bookshelf. "

"That's probably why I read a lot. I'm just saying this is an objective fact."

This sentence sounded equally arrogant to others, but Lu Qingxuan did not continue to dwell on this issue.

“Someone told me that real geniuses don’t read much. Reading other people’s books will only imprison their own thoughts. Do you think that’s right?”

Wang Zixu said: “According to my experience, most people’s thoughts are very poor and do not need to be imprisoned. Reading can expose you to new ideas and make your thinking more accessible. More broad, not the other way around. I don’t know if genius needs reading. After all, I’m not a genius.”

Lu Qingxuan said: “Why did I suddenly become humble?”

Lu Qingxuan raised her face and looked at him with interest: "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "That's it for me. I always failed to submit articles before. I don't know if it's because I didn't write well or because I don’t understand the rules of the literary world, but it doesn’t matter.

“This is a very scary thing: you fail and you don’t know the reason for the failure, so you need to keep trying and making mistakes until you get it right. Before that, you will waste a lot of time and hit countless walls.

“The only thing I knew at that time was that as long as I wrote well enough, other problems would not be a problem. The way to improve writing is to read more and write more, so my goal is: read more than everyone else and write more than everyone else.”

After listening to this, Lu Qingxuan thought thoughtfully and said: "You are indeed not a genius. In fact, I have been hesitating recently whether I should review professional knowledge or improve my reading. So I want to find someone who reads a lot to learn from. Do you think your reading will be of great use to improve your writing?"

Wang Zixu looked forward: "I don't know. I feel like a basket. Those books were water. After I finished reading them, the water flowed away. "

Lu Qingxuan raised his eyebrows: "Nothing is left?" "No," Wang Zixu said, "There is only one thing left, and that is cleanness."

Lu Qingxuan was silent.

Wang Zixu said: "From my perspective, this is the only benefit of reading."

The two were silent for a while, and applause broke out not far away.

“I often swim in the world’s top living water and constantly cleanse my heart. How can I say it is useless?”

The two of them turned their heads and looked. Under the shade of the tree, the white pleated short skirt was like a lotus, and the long white legs under the skirt were like jade lotus roots. The girl stood there with picturesque eyebrows and a teasing look on her lively face.

“But Wang Zixu, who is not good at socializing, you are very powerful. Why is there a different beautiful girl next to you every time I see you?”

Wang Zixu smiled when he saw her, walked up quickly and waved: "Ning Chunyan, long time no see."

"Haha, it's been a long time."

When Wang Zixu came closer, Ning Chunyan quietly rolled her eyes at him and whispered: "My magazine office has almost been renovated. Come with me later to take a look and do an interview."

Wang Zixu pointed at himself: "I still need to interview?"

"I didn't use it originally, but now I do." Ning Chunyan looked at Lu Qingxuan.

(End of this chapter)