Chapter 186 Everything is just right

Chapter 186 Everything is just right

"If you can't remember, then starve to death!" Wang Zixu spread his hands.

Xiao Mengyin quickly grabbed his arm: "Although I can't remember it, this kindness will turn into a long and flowing river, subtly changing the relationship between us. Although there is no way to repay, good and evil will be rewarded in the end..."

In the end, Wang Zixu decided to take her to eat Malatang. It wasn't because I wanted to repay her, but because she was talking incoherently, and I was afraid that she would freeze to death in this cold November night at NTU.

He realized that this guy was actually quite poor-tongued. She's not always the ruthless character who throws cold water on people when she's egg-smashing, and she's also known to be hated in a variety of ways.

Xiao Mengyin staggered, dragging Wang Zixu’s clothes along the way.

Her defeated demeanor and embarrassed movements showed that her self-esteem had been penetrated and her arrogance was shattered. Her cold coat covering her superficial figure was torn off, revealing only her weak and empty essence... If Wang Zixu was Ning Chunyan, he would definitely have a happy moment in his life. Unfortunately, Wang Zixu was not Ning Chunyan, so he did not feel very happy.

There is a place outside the North Gate of Nanda that is always filled with fireworks, which is Fallen Street. The vendors are like weaving, the pedestrians are like hemp, green smoke rises into the sky, licking the stars and moon, and the green grass is entrenched in this corner; rice with mashed potatoes and meat, rice wrapped in lotus leaves, thick-cut cheese toast, grilled crispy egg burgers, all are monster foods with an attractive aroma and attractive appearance. Once you come here, you can't help but get addicted to them, which makes your body and mind heavy.

That’s why it’s called “fall”.

Wang Zixu took Xiao Mengyin into a spicy hotpot restaurant. She skillfully placed two prawns, a crab stick, a piece of fish tofu, a large meatball, a handful of noodles, five slices of fat beef, five slices of fat lamb, five slices of Chinese cabbage in the cold cabinet, and finally ordered a poached omelette.

She took the bowl and waited at the empty table. She sat there blankly, her stomach growling, and she didn't talk to Wang Zixu. When her bowl was on the table, she immediately faced the rim of the bowl, sipped the soup in small sips, then picked up the fat beef and ate it. She looked like she was starving.

She ate well. Wang Zixu looked at it for a while and said, "I thought you were not good at eating this kind of civilian student food."

Perhaps because he had recovered a little strength, Xiao Mengyin answered him: "What image do I have in your eyes? Huh? ”

“A very literary and bourgeois girl with gold-rimmed porcelain”

“Your description is very stereotyped, but for the sake of you treating me to spicy hotpot, I won’t say that about you.”

“People are very complicated,” Wang Zixu said. “Before you fully understand a person, you can only use stereotypes to generalize, otherwise you will not remember who that person is.”

“Oh, you are just a thought. Home. "

"I think the most important task of a writer is to think, followed by writing."

Xiao Mengyin's eyebrows fluctuated and she stared at him for a long time. Wang Zixu didn't know that this was because he said something similar to what she said today, and he looked at her strangely, thinking that she didn't agree with him.

Xiao Mengyin picked up a piece of fish plate with chopsticks and said: "I thought about it today. Regarding your "Fire in the Stone", I think you went a bit too far. Aren't you going to quit the competition?"

Wang Zixu was even more strange: "Where did I go too far? Why did I quit the competition?"

"Your "Fire in the Stone" "The writing is so good, so it is too much."

"As a writer, it is too much to write poorly."

"But as a young writer who is just starting out in the literary world, it is very excessive to use such an extreme method without considering the consequences."

"Extreme?" Wang Zixu spread his hands, his expression as surprised as if he had been accused of murder.

"Why not extreme." Xiao Mengyin lifted the noodles in the air, and the heat and air rose from the knife-cut noodles. The edges of the noodles gradually became ambiguous under the light. "Have you seen "Yesterday's Star"? Do you know how many words there are in "Yesterday's Star"?"

"I've seen it, 100,000 words."

"It's less than 100,000 words," Xiao Mengyin said, "Last year I won the award, which was also 100,000 words, but he couldn't write 100,000 words, and could only write 80,000 words at most. He also asked me to help him polish it, and the final word count didn't increase much."

"Oh." Wang Zixu was very unhappy. He felt that writing should be a one-person battle, but Xiao Mengyin made it so normal for her to help polish it.

“He has less than 100,000 words, how many words have you written? 600,000 words, this number of words, and it has been published in "Get", what does it mean? It is equivalent to you holding a knife to your stomach, standing in front of the Feishi judges, and saying, you If you don’t choose me, this knife will be inserted from here and pulled from here. If you don’t choose me and choose Shi Shuqiu, it is equivalent to asking Shi Shuqiu to help me explain my mistake. ”

"Yes." Xiao Mengyin nodded deeply, "You have worked hard to write 600,000 words. You are not a careless person. Even if the judges have no intention, they can't ignore your work. On one side, it is less than 100,000, and on the other side, it is more than 600,000. You have placed yourself and Shi Shuqiu on opposite ends of an extremely unbalanced scale. This procedural game has become a large-scale conscience torture scene for the judges. Do you think you can't pass it?"

Wang Zixu was stunned for a long time. Xiao Mengyin seemed to think he was too stupid and said angrily: "Do you understand? I mean you have a chance to win the first prize. You have no chance of winning. I admit that you have a chance now!"

This is good news, but Wang Zixu was not moved and was still immersed in what he just said:

"But, but, that's not what I meant at all. I didn't write so much to win the prize. It's just that this work happened to have 600,000 words, and I happened to write it. I didn't do it to compete with Shi Shuqiu, let alone to torture the conscience of the judges."

Xiao Mengyin looked at him, as if he had seen through his childish thoughts:

"Then Shi Shuqiu happens to be competing with you on the same stage, and he happens to be Shi Tonghe's son, and Shi Tonghe happens to be the leader of the literary world - if there is a leader in the literary world - is it useful for you to plead your innocence to me?"

Wang Zixu felt that this situation seemed familiar. He went back to the time when he first submitted the "Ancient City". So many "just in time" created this situation. If he wanted to solve it, he had to tell himself that it was okay, Shi Tonghe was not that kind of person.

But isn’t Shi Tonghe really that kind of person?

Now he has doubts.

Xiao Mengyin said: "Then, let me tell you something. In the spring of next year, the Literary and Art Association will publish a list of national book collections, and I will also be eligible for the first prize of the Feishi Literary Award. What do you think? "Is it just right?"

Her tone was very relaxed, as if she was saying "this crab stick is delicious", and then added: "don't tell others this news"

Wang Zixu choked for a moment: "What does it mean to be included in the collection? To be included in the annals of history?"

"Well, to be included in the annals of history. Don't laugh, this is not a joke. After being included, your works will be stored in the National Library collection forever. As long as the library does not collapse, the works will last forever and one book will be passed down forever. This is a national-level honor."

"Then, there should be a next time, right?"

"Yes, there will be a next time, 20 years later." Xiao Mengyin said, "The last time it was included in the collection of books was 20 years ago, when we sorted out the outstanding literature since the founding of the People's Republic of China. The next time, I guess it will be 20 years later, hehe."

“You are such a ghost.” Wang Zixu suddenly became in a bad mood.

"Why are you so fierce? Stop laughing."

After Xiao Mengyin finished eating, he said: "The last time the standards were very strict for inclusion in the national collection, Shi Tonghe happened to have no works included for some reasons. He has won many awards and recognitions, but he did not get this one, so I think it must be a pity for him. It’s a pity.”

“So he will hope that Shi Shuqiu can win this honor.”

“So he will do whatever it takes.” Xiao Mengyin almost finished the bowl, “Hey, so I said, you really don’t want to quit?”

Wang Zixu thought for a while and stared at Xiao Mengyin drinking soup. After the woman drank the entire bowl of soup, he said to her who put down the bowl: "I still think that if the judges think that I write well, they will give me the award; if the judges think that he writes well, they will give him the award. It is such a simple thing to admit the best in a competition, why do it have to be like this? ""

"Haha, according to you, everything in the world should be simple, but the world is so complicated."

"Goodbye, idealist, goodbye." Xiao Mengyin wiped his mouth, threw the tissue on the table, stood up, "Thank you for the spicy hotpot."

Wang Zixu stared at her for a while and said: "It's 48 yuan in total. Remember to transfer it to me tomorrow."

Xiao Mengyin hesitated: "Can't you treat me?"

“Since I was cheated last time when I invited Hao Chengliang to dinner, I won’t invite anyone to dinner unless I have a very good relationship with me.”

Xiao Mengyin bit her lip for a while and decided not to ask him what the story was with Hao Chengliang. She sat down, took out a pen from his chest pocket, took out a tissue, wrote a series of numbers on it, and threw it to Wang Zixu.

“My mobile phone, add me on WeChat, and I will transfer the money to you when it is charged.”

“Okay.” Wang Zixu put away the tissues.

“I will mark you as the stingy Wang Zixu.”

Wang Zixu originally wanted to retort, but he thought of a particularly vicious rhetoric, but it was too vicious. , he himself couldn't bear it, and finally he simply smiled with relief and said: "I will give you a note to become the talented woman Xiao Mengyin."

As a result, Xiao Mengyin was quite shocked by his repaying kindness with kindness, and stood there stunned for a long time.

This meeting could basically be said to have ended on bad terms, but Xiao Mengyin provided him with a lot of information, which made him upset. He was walking alone on the desolate and desolate street, but Xiao Mengyin stopped him again behind him.

“Hey, that stingy ghost king.”

“I can understand being a stingy ghost. What does the ghost king mean? I don’t understand.”

"Zizixu," Xiao Mengyin ran over and grabbed his sleeve again, "If you don't want to withdraw from the competition, I suggest you go and pay a visit to Shi Tonghe."

"Would you like to pay a visit?"

"He lives in Yunchi Villa. Go visit him, be polite, and talk to him. Sometimes you have to do more than poetry. A competition is a competition, a favor is a favor, and it is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. If you go to talk to him now, maybe your relationship with him will be different?"

"Really?"

"Really, go meet him." Xiao Mengyin suggested seriously, "A person of his level will inevitably have some airs. It will definitely be difficult for him to come to you, but it will be easy for you to find him. Maybe, he also wants you to go to him."

 …  …

I have to admit that Xiao Mengyin's suggestion is indeed very tempting. But all night, all Wang Zixu could think about was the collection of the National Library.

"A work lasts forever, a book will be passed down forever." This standard marketing slogan was spoken by Xiao Mengyin half-jokingly, but like a cigarette butt burning a hole in the carpet, it was deeply burned into his heart, and he could no longer let it go.

An honor once every 20 years is 20 times rarer than the Nobel Prize in Literature and 5 times rarer than the Olympic Games. If you go up, you will be famous in history. You may not be remembered like Cao Xueqin, but in any case, you can leave something behind.

No Chinese can be tempted like this.

He suddenly became very agitated, and he could even understand Shi Tonghe's persecution of him at this time.

Because of this, he stayed up almost all night. In the second half of the night, he was half asleep and half awake. He had some dreams that were half clear and half confused. They might not be dreams, but just his random thoughts.

At 10 o'clock in the morning the next day, the phone rang like a reminder. As if it gave him a hammer, he jumped up from the bed and answered the phone. Ning Chunyan's angry confession came from the other end:

"Didn't we agree to come out today? I've been waiting for you for an hour! Zizixu, what are you doing? Do you want to let me go?"

Only then did Zizixu remember, oh, we had an appointment with Ningchun Banquet to rehearse yesterday, how to apologize to Chen Qingluo during the rehearsal.

He quickly got dressed and went out, driving all the way until he saw the angry Ning Chunyan under the Xiaonanmen Overpass.

Today she was wearing a long sky blue woolen coat with a cross-collar white waist dress underneath. The coat is majestic and expensive at first glance. The dress underneath is pure white and looks very refreshing. The snow-white skin is exposed on the chest and is lined with a sparkling pearl pendant.

Wang Zixu looked at it from a distance, thinking that if it "feels" a smell, it should be the same scent as the opera macaron, the kind sprinkled with almond powder and icing sugar, sweet and refreshing.

When I got closer and smelled it, it was a certain brand of morning dew fragrance. It was different from what I imagined, but it was still fragrant.

"Look, luckily you are here for rehearsal. What if you go directly to apologize to Qingluo? What if you come up more than an hour late, the game will fail at the start, and Qingluo will have to kill you." Ning Chunyan complained angrily, "It's so cold!"

"Qingluo can't be that stupid. She waited for 20 minutes and saw that I didn't come. Take her home. "

"I called you Qingluo, why are you calling me nonsense," Ning Chunyan said, and suddenly realized something was wrong, "Wait a minute, you think I'm stupid?"

"I mean," Wang Zixu quickly changed, "she can't be that kind."

After saying that, Ning Chunyan's expression still showed that she was dissatisfied, and Wang Zixu continued to change her words: "Gentle? Kind? Kind, kind? Generous, broad-minded, beautiful, intellectual, elegant and moving..."

Ning Chunyan was finally satisfied and tugged on his clothes: "Look at what you are wearing. Fortunately, you came to rehearsal today. You are dressed like this and don't pay attention to you at all. Qingluo doesn't want to be with you after seeing it. After speaking, the success rate of apology dropped by 78%. "

Wang Zixu looked down at his clothes: "Okay, I have a shirt and pants, and everything is fine." "I think you have a good mind," Ning Chunyan said with a look of disgust, "Forget it, let's go to Qingshan Square first."

Wang Zixu asked: "Aren't you buying office supplies?"

"You are stupid. I asked you to go out and buy office supplies. Of course you can't just buy office supplies. Three times, five times, five times and two times divided by two will get the job done. What chance do you have to apologize to her? Stop talking nonsense and just come with your sister."