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Chapter 154 Color is Emptiness


Chapter 154 Color is emptiness



"You have to remember, I only drink three cups. After three cups, I will be so drunk that I will laugh, cry, roll on the floor, and then pass out on the spot. Don't let me drink more than three cups."



"I heard that not all pretty girls drink very much. Big? ”



“You think I’m pretty?”



“No, it’s not important. I only have three drinks?

Then Ning Chunyan seemed unhappy: "I only have three cups anyway. If you let me drink more than three cups, it will be your responsibility."



Wang Zixu said: "That's simple. When you come to the table, you can say, gentlemen, the little girl just took cephalosporin and drank tea instead of wine. I hope everyone will forgive me. Now we are legislating It's so strict, no one dares to persuade, otherwise they have to be responsible. " Ning Chunyan rolled his eyes: "You think I don't know? But think about it, why do you want me to come? "



"Why? To watch you drink?"

"In a sense, it can be said that," Ning Chunyan said, "Do you know what they did in the afternoon? Shi Tonghe, our Li Yuan and a few others went to play mahjong. We won and lost tens of thousands in one night."



Wang Zixu was stunned: "Such a big fight? Transfer of benefits?"< /p>

“No, it’s just small money for them. It’s just a social means, just like beating eggs. They won’t be happy if they don’t get the money.”



After Ning Chunyan finished speaking, he winked at him and said:



"Shi Tonghe's son has been studying at Nanjing University for so long, but their father-son relationship has only been made public by the school today. Why? One is a scholar and a high-ranking scholar. He couldn't shame himself in the past and found an opportunity to get involved with our school..."



Wang Zixu interrupted: "Why are you not high-minded now?"


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“Wait until I finish, there must be a reason for not being a high school student now. Shi Shuqiu is in his junior year. He will go abroad, pursue graduate studies, or something else. His father must pave the way for him in advance. Whether it is giving a speech on stage or competing for the Feishi Literary Award, it is all about building a resume.”



“Oh...”



A familiar melody floated in Wang Zixu’s mind: I have a—a good father! Good dad!



Ning Chunyan continued: "What is the meaning of today's game? We are just an introduction. In fact, we are not important. Shi Tonghe just takes this opportunity to build a relationship with the school leaders. It is logical for us to participate, the atmosphere is lively, and the protagonist is Shi Tonghe."



Wang Zixu was a little enlightened: "We are lubricants?"



"Yes, you are the lubricant and I am the vase. Do you understand the vase?" Ning Chunyan was as calm as an artificial intelligence. "If I don't drink, will they be happy?"



Wang Zixu felt sorry for her: "Your self-perception is too realistic."



Ning Chunyan said: "Of course."



"But it's wrong," Wang Zixu said again, "You have nothing to ask him to do, why bother to work so hard? If you want to Asking him to stand up for the little prince is certainly not something that can be done with just one drink. You don’t have to put in the effort, right?” Ning Chunyan said: “Of course I’m not doing it for the little prince, I’m doing it for you. "You."



"Huh?"



"Aren't you worried about finding a place to publish your new work?" Ning Chunyan said, "This time. Isn’t it just a matter of words to leave a good impression on Shi Tonghe and ask him to help? ”



Wang Zixu was deeply moved: “Thank you”



"You're welcome," Ning Chunyan said with a sly smile, "As the official editor of this magazine, you can't be suppressed by just being the number one in the Xihe Literary Society. You have to raise your reputation properly, so that the reputation of our magazine will rise!"



Ning Chunyan laughed like crazy and made a lot of calculations, but Wang Zixu was still very moved and decided to go through fire and water for her. A person who knows his best will die for his confidant. Even if he was fooled, he would admit it.



The two of them prepared themselves mentally and bravely walked towards the hotel.



Stepping into the door of the private hotel, Wang Zixu tried his best to stay calm, but he was still shocked by the luxury here: from the floor to the sky, there were densely covered with mysterious and profound lines and patterns, which were both like the miniature paintings of Arab superb craftsmen and post-modern. The handwriting of the master of structuralism, the gilded fonts float on the wall cloth, and the fragrance of tulips fills the air. You can tell that the owner spent a lot of money to make this place look expensive, and then spent even more money so that you can't tell the specific price of the decoration here.



Wang Zixu approached Ning Chunyan and asked in a low voice: "Who will pay for this meal?"



"I don't know, it's not me anyway. If I were asked to A, I would die on the spot." Ning Chunyan's words were very unpromising, but it made Wang Zixu feel good.



Shi Shuqiu stood at the top of the stairs, saw the two of them, and greeted them with a smile on his face:



"Ning Cainiu, are you here?"



Ning Chunyan looked at him with a decent smile: "Hey, Mr. Shi is here to welcome guests in person?"



Shi Shuqiu didn't Ning Chunyan said with a smile: "To talk about 'in person' is too flattering. Everyone here is my senior teacher. I, a junior, should be waiting for you. My dad also asked me to learn more from you." Ning Chunyan asked: "Study? But I heard Xiao Mengyin say that you complimented me on my beauty behind my back. Is it true or false?"



Shi Shuqiu was even more embarrassed: "This... anyone with eyes can see it!"



Ning Chunyan said: "Am I asking this? Ah, did you say it?"



Shi Shuqiu tilted his head and pretended to be stupid: "Sister Mengyin made a big deal out of a trivial matter. This matter is not worthy of special attention. Ning Chunyan said it. "Ning Chunyan snorted and let him go with a smile: "Okay, I'll go up first." "Okay. There's no one else behind, so I'll go upstairs with you."



Ning Chunyan walked up the stairs in a good mood. Entering the private room, Wang Zixu saw a group of people in suits and ties sitting at a tea seat instead of a dining table. The atmosphere was solemn, like some kind of ceremony.



Shi Tonghe sat on the top chair, with a cup of tea in his hand. The girl in cheongsam sat next to him with a gentle touch; Dean Li, Huang Xinghuo and other senior officials were divided into two rows.



Ning Chunyan went up with her waist bent and carefully sat on the sofa at the bottom. The remaining prince had no seat and could only stand in place.



"... Xiao Ning happened to be here. We were just talking about which writers of the younger generation in China are pretty good. No, Xiao Ning is one of them."

Shi Tonghe shook his head and said: "I usually never praise young writers. If a young writer gets a compliment from me, I'm afraid he will have to tell people about it every day, and his worth will rise several notches in an instant. But I think you are worthy of praise."



Ning Chunyan was frightened: "I don't dare to take it. "



"Xiao Ning, I have read your works, and my evaluation is that if you don't speak people's words, you don't do people's things, it's hard to understand if you don't delve into it, and it's hard to appreciate it if you don't learn deeply. "



Ning Chunyan's expression was a little depressed. She had been brewing for a long time, and she was ready to accept praise, but are you praising me? Why do I sound so yin and yang?



She looked at Shi Tonghe with confusion on her face, but found that his old man's face was smiling and there was no strange color at all. For a moment, she didn't know what he meant.



If it was a compliment, his words didn’t sound nice; if it was a criticism, he smiled very gently; if he was joking, his tone was too serious.



Ning Chunyan didn’t know how to react.



Wang Zixu said: "In other words, the articles written by Master Ning are more academic."



Shi Tonghe nodded: "Yes."



Ning Chunyan breathed a sigh of relief. He cast a somewhat grateful look at Wang Zixu, who had successfully rescued him.



Shi Tonghe asked: "Who is you?"



Ning Chunyan rushed to introduce: "This is the editor-in-chief of our magazine, Wang Zixu."



After saying that, she added: "He is also a new generation writer, and his works have won the Xihe..."



She was halfway through her words. , the cheongsam girl said something to Dean Li, and Dean Li said: "Everyone has arrived and the dishes are ready. Can we all sit down and chat?"



Shi Tonghe smiled "haha" and said The glasses frame hanging on his chest reached his face: "I didn't even plan to stay for dinner. At my age, I am no longer used to big fish and meat. I just want to eat some simple meals to satisfy my hunger."



Someone came over to pick up his arm and help him stand up slowly:



"Old Shi, you still have to take care of yourself. You are like the Dinghai Shenzhen in the literary world. Seeing that you are in good health, I have a backbone in my heart. I don’t know how many people care about your body."



Shi Tonghe smiled again: "I'm an old man, and there are always problems when there are problems. But I have been practicing the "Diamond Sutra" recently, and I have gained some experience. I have tried to be a vegetarian, and my body feels much lighter and my eyes can see clearly. I recommend it to you."



Everyone took their seats. Wang Zixu sat at the bottom, with Huang Xinghuo on the right and Ningchun Banquet on the left. Huang Xinghuo kept silent, but Wang Zixu had a much better impression of him than others, and he was a little relieved about the seating arrangement.



Dean Li asked: "Shi Lao is studying Buddhism?"



Shi Tonghe said: "Buddhist Buddhism is profound and profound, and it is the root of Chinese culture. You can't do it without learning. "



Dean Li nodded: "Yes"



Shi Tonghe said: "Buddhism has three major sutras. Sutra, Professor Huang, do you know which three sutras it is?"



Huang Xinghuo was waiting for his meal when he was suddenly cueed. He looked up and said, "Well, I don't know much about Buddhism."



His main field is modern literature. If Professor Zhong Junmin were here, he would definitely be able to tell one, two, three, four, five, six, but he can't.



Seeing that the NTU professor failed the exam, Shi Tonghe couldn't help but feel a little proud, and then turned to ask Dean Li: "Does Dean Li know?"



Dean Li also looked troubled and said: "Heart Sutra, Diamond Sutra..."



"No, no." Shi Tonghe shook his head like a rattle. "It's all wrong."



Dean Li laughed dryly: "Haha, if only Professor Zhong was here, he would definitely know."



"Who is Professor Zhong?"



"Professor Zhong Junmin studies ancient literature in our college." Shi Shuqiu introduced at the side.



"Oh!" Shi Tonghe raised his head high, "As I just said, hermeneutics is also the root of Chinese culture. To study literature, you must also study Buddhist classics."



Wang Zixu peeked at Wang Xinghuo's expression and felt that he should be disapproving, but in this situation, it was definitely not easy to offend Shi Tonghe, so they all nodded in agreement.



Shi Tonghe said: "Oh, there are so many scholars here, but they don't even know which are the three major sutras of Buddhism?"



Ning Chunyan glanced at Wang Zixu secretly, his eyes Communication: "Do you know?"



Wang Zixu also looked at her secretly: "I must know."



"You know, just say it!"



Ning Chunyan’s eyes were very charming. Wang Zixu didn’t know if she meant what he understood, but he really knew.



"The three major sutras are the Avatamsaka Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, and the Shurangama Sutra."



The round table seemed to be divided into two parts. The upper part was the big guys headed by Shi Tonghe, and the lower part was Meng Gourd headed by Ning Chunyan. The upper part was obviously much more lively. Wang Zixu's words made the lower half of the table, which had been silent for a long time, feel like a blockbuster.



Shi Tonghe looked at him: "You know?"



Wang Zixu nodded: "I know a little bit."



"Are you involved in Buddhism?"



"I only know a little bit."



Ning Chunyan suddenly patted Wang Zixu on the arm and said, "He is preparing to take the graduate entrance examination at our Nanjing University this year."


Dean Li’s eyes lit up: “Really? Test our Chinese Department?”



“Yes.”



Dean Li looked at Wang Zixu: "I didn't expect you to be a candidate. Are you from this school?"



"No, my undergraduate degree is from Beijing Institute of Technology, and it has been many years since I graduated."



This can be regarded as Wang Zixu’s help in winning back a victory for Nanda University. Dean Li was very happy: “Do you know our tutor at Nanda University? Which direction do you like? Do you want to help introduce him?”



Wang Zixu said: "Thank you very much, Dean Li. I'm ready to report to Professor Zhong."



Shi Tonghe put his head down and put down his chopsticks. He originally planned to talk about Buddhism, but Wang Zixu interrupted him when he said this. Wang Zixu became a little worried.



Originally it was Shi Tonghe who was supposed to pretend to be this pussy, and the foreplay was all laid out, but in the end, Wang Zixu pretended to be there. Although it was to help Dean Li look good, it was not in line with the purpose of their trip.



Dean Li said to Shi Tonghe: "You see, our Chinese Department at NTU is inclusive and has many well-educated people in various directions. If you want to continue your studies, don't worry, just come to our school."



Wang Zixu secretly applauded Dean Li. He was worthy of being a dean. His smooth ability to bring the topic to the right track was really admirable.



Shi Tonghe sighed and said: "I have been practicing hard recently, and I have not reached the point where emptiness is color and color is emptiness. Only this old man has a son, and I am very concerned about it."



Dean Li said seriously: "I have paid attention to your master's grades and performance in school. He is very good. You Don’t worry. ”



“The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.”

Seeing the waiter put four or five bottles of high-altitude white wine on the table, Wang Zi felt guilty as if he was empty.



(End of this chapter)