Chapter 188 The living room of his wife’s house
Many years later, facing the firing squad, Wang Zixu recalled the distant afternoon when Ning Chunyan took him to meet Caiyuan...
- If it is described in the language of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", this incident should be the beginning of this style. It is a pity that Wang Zixu was not executed many years later, which caused the beginning to lose a lot of literary quality.
Wang Zixu’s understanding of “Caiyuan” is no deeper than Colonel Aureliano Buendía’s understanding of ice. In other words, I don’t understand it at all. This is a new creature for him.
He followed Ning Chunyan and took the sightseeing elevator to the top floor of Silver Star City. From the hemispherical glass curtain wall above, you can overlook all living beings in the East China Sea. After passing through the empty reception hall and walking deeper into the darkness, we came to the habitat of the talented ladies.
Layers of turquoise soft gauze curtains hide the cave inside. There are two oxygen concentrators pretending to be rockeries on the left and right of the door. The water mist curls up, making the interior look like a fairyland. Pushing aside the mist and looking in, there are several soft velvet couches around, and the screens are covered with small regular script written in hairpins, which are slightly yellowed; on the sandalwood table are placed many large and small transparent glasses, which contain amber liquid.
Several talented ladies were sitting on the sofa, chatting quietly before the two came. Some are wearing Xiaojiabiyu's Hanfu from the Song Dynasty, with sideburns on their heads; some are wearing black short skirts, with long legs overlapping and leaning proudly. They don't quite have the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and they don't look like graceful women, but they all have skin as white as fat and frost as snow, bright wrists and bright eyes, and are covered in famous brands. Just by looking at the logo, you can tell that they are expensive.
Wang Zixu originally imagined in his mind a mixture of Dream of Red Mansions and Lin Huiyin’s literary salon. Li Qingzhao and Xie Daoyun were drinking wine on the Tongque Terrace. In his mind, he originally pushed romance and romanticism to the peak, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he found that this place was particularly bourgeois. Their makeup is as delicate as a mask, with little bookishness, but more like they are attending a serious social occasion.
Seeing the Ning Chun Banquet, except for a very familiar woman with an arrogant expression, several other "caiyuan" stood up cautiously, and one of them came over to greet her with a very respectful tone:
“Sister Ning, are you here?”
Ning Chunyan looked around: “An Younan isn’t here?”
“She brought a new friend to visit our Little Poetry Pavilion today.”
“Is that the one from Mingde College I mentioned last time?”
“Yes, Sister Ning has a really good memory.”
“That’s okay, I’ll wait for her.”
"Sister Ning, sit here. You never come, everyone misses you. Without you, our circle always feels less authoritative, and we have no confidence to hold poetry conferences."
In a few words of dialogue between you and me, both parties made a lot of things clear. Wang Zixu felt that there was a lot of information, but there were too many barriers, and he didn't hear any information. He followed Ning Chunyan and sat down obediently.
He is a big man, sitting among a group of warblers and swallows, and he suddenly looks particularly eye-catching. The girls were originally in a relaxed state, but when he came in, it was like a small ink dot mixed into a pool of clear water, giving it a feeling of a foreign body. Many eyes came over and focused on his face. The slightly familiar woman opposite him stared at him unabashedly, looking scrutinizing.
Ning Chunyan sat down and picked up the previous topic: "Your poetry club is too elegant. I don't have a deep foundation in Chinese studies, I can't write poetry, and my poetry writing is even more chaotic. It also disturbs your thinking. Come join in the fun and have some snacks. I'm quite good at it."
The girl leaned over and said: "Sister Ning, you are humble. My father never likes me reading too much. Of all the miscellaneous books, he only agrees to read your "Xin Shang" magazine. He said that there is a lot of chaos in the domestic literary world, and he is the only one who trusts your level. Therefore, I read every issue of "Xin Shang" magazine, which is one of the few cultural enjoyments in my life. "
"I am very satisfied if you like it."
Wang Zixu felt that the tone of this young lady’s speech was a bit special. It's a bit half-literate and half-white, but it sounds weird, like some ancient lyrics forcibly written without any knowledge of ancient prose.
The girl’s eyes flashed and she looked at Wang Zixu several times with quite curious eyes. Finally, she couldn’t help but asked with a smile: “Sister Ning, I have never seen you bring a companion of the opposite sex here. Is this...”
Ning Chunyan was not shy and nodded: “Oh, I forgot to introduce you, this is Wang Zixu, the editor-in-chief of our magazine. ”
“Then you and him...”
“Don’t get me wrong, it’s just an ordinary work colleague relationship. An Younan said she wanted to meet, so I brought him here. ”
"Oh, so..."
Ning Chunyan was quite frank, but when the girl heard that Wang Zixu's identity was just an editor, her eyes moved slightly, and the curiosity on her face suddenly diminished by half, and she looked slightly disappointed.
It seems that the identity of the editor-in-chief of "New Award" does not have much weight in this lady's heart.
After revealing his identity, most of the sight that shone on Wang Zixu’s face disappeared. It turned out that the talented ladies were not looking at his face just now, but they were considering his identity. However, he felt much more relaxed.
He still doesn’t like to be surrounded by scrutiny.
There was only a familiar woman directly opposite, her eyes still fixed on his face. He still looked over, but the woman turned her head and looked away.
Ning Chunyan introduced Wang Zixu again: "Zixu, this is Zhou Qingqing, her father is the vice president of Hengxing Bank."
Wang Zixu nodded quickly and glanced outside the huge glass curtain wall. The sign of Hengxing Bank was on the skyline, and the towering obelisk-like building shone brightly in the sun.
Zhou Qingqing pouted: "Sister Ning, don't use my father's name when you introduce me next time. I don't want to be shrouded in my father's aura all the time and almost lose myself. Besides, we are a poetry club here. Let's only talk about poetry and less about those things that smell like copper, okay?"
Ning Chunyan smiled and said okay.
She introduced several others to Wang Zixu. Like this angel lady who was shrouded in the halo of the vice president’s father, they all came from prominent families, either with a father who was a financier or a mother who was a department director.
Like Zhou Qingqing, these people are not willing to let their parents' identities replace their personality. But when Ning Chunyan introduces their family backgrounds, the superiority on their faces cannot be erased.
Only then did Wang Zixu realize that this was Caiyuan.
First of all, they are all celebrities. A lady who loves literature becomes a talented lady. The prerequisite for becoming a talented woman is not talent, but wealth.
No wonder Ning Chunyan was solemn before bringing him here, as if he was introducing himself to some important occasion.
When the last person was introduced, Ning Chunyan suddenly got stuck and smiled and said, "This is my first time meeting this one. I don't know what to call her?"
This was the woman who had been staring at Wang Zixu since he came in. Her eyes were unscrupulous, as if he owed money and it started at ten thousand.
Wang Zixu always thought she looked familiar, but how could he possibly know Caiyuan? He was slightly face-blind, and probably just bore some resemblance to someone he knew.
Unexpectedly, the woman spoke: "Why, is this the first time Ning Cainu has met me? But it is not the first time I have met Ning Cainu."
Ning Chunyan suddenly showed an embarrassed yet polite smile: "Really? I'm sorry, where have I seen you?"
She said to Wang Zixu again: "This is not the first time I've seen you, Wang Zixu."
Wang Zixu was startled and frowned.
The woman leaned over, shook hands with Ning Chunyan, and said, "My name is Jiang Mengyao."
It was okay that she didn't say her name, but when she said her name, Ning Chunyan and Wang Zixu became even more confused.
Who is Jiang Mengyao?
Zhou Qingqing introduced: "Sister Mengyao just came to our circle some time ago, and her brother is a senior executive of Xunyi Galaxy!"
The prince raised his eyebrows. He has heard the name "Xunyi Galaxy" frequently recently.
Xunyi Galaxy started out as a social media company, and now it has become a new Internet giant with a very complex business.
Wang Zixu often heard this name recently because Ye Lan complained at home: Qingyan, as Wenwen's biggest rival in the field of speech therapy, was originally defeated, but some time ago, Xunyi Galaxy entered the market strongly and acquired Qingyan. Now Qingyan's funds are even more abundant than Wen Ai's.
Xunyi Galaxy also uses its own community and media to spread the Qingyan app. So Qingyan has been growing rapidly recently.
Jiang Mengyao’s lips were thin and she looked a bit mean, and she said:
“Don’t remember me? Then you must still remember Zhang Qian, right?”
“Zhang Qian?”
Wang Zixu unexpectedly heard this name again in Donghai. I was still chasing him in the past. He was in a daze for a moment.
Ning Chunyan frowned slightly: "That day, at the Xihe Cultural Conference..."
"I went with Zhang Qian." Jiang Mengyao continued her words, "Do you remember?"
"You are Zhang Qian's best friend." Wang Zixu remembered.
Zhou Qingqing clasped her hands and smiled and said, "So you know each other. It seems that we are all destined to be together."
She didn't know the danger, and her tone was relaxed and innocent.
Jiang Mengyao said: "Zhang Qian often mentioned you to me some time ago. She often couldn't understand why Wang Zixu, who had never been talented, could suddenly get the first place in the literary society. It turns out that you and Our judge Ning Cainv has such a good relationship, and now she is directly the editor of Renjia magazine. "
She said it in a weird way, and Ning Chunyan was a little unhappy.
"You mean that Wang Zixu took the first place in the literary society just because he has something to do with me?"
Jiang Mengyao spread her hands: "I dare not say that. But Zhang Qian has talked to Wang Zixu before, and she said he has no talent. I am just curious about how he soared so fast. Go ahead and win the first place in the Xihe Literary Society. "
"Jiang Mengyao's expression was a bit triumphant. Wang Zixu originally wondered why this expression looked so familiar, but now he thought about it, it was exactly the same as Zhang Qian's usual face - he was looking at you with an appraising look, and he was always ready to bargain.
Ning Chunyan was a little angry, but she was surrounded by ladies from various families. In their hearts, Ning Cainnv had always been well-educated and sensible. Naturally, she could not be as free as she was in front of Wang Zixu. She just stared at Jiang Mengyao with a miserable smile on her face.
"Wang Zixu won the first place in the literary competition, which was the unanimous decision of the judges. I think I also explained this problem to Zhang Qian in person after the meeting."
"You are the judges, of course you will be what you say." Jiang Mengyao was lying on the sofa, hooking her toes, looking very lazy.
Zhou Qingqing asked in a low voice: "So this editor Wang is the number one in the Xihe Literary Society?"
Someone next to me immediately said: "Yes, the first name in the last Xihe Literary Society."
"The first name in the last Xihe Literary Society was this editor Wang Zixu? No wonder this The name sounds so familiar. ”
Jiang Mengyao’s words contained a huge amount of information. The talented ladies were originally uninterested, but they couldn’t help but straighten up after hearing the conversation between the two. It is human nature to listen to gossip, and they are no exception.
A person next to him whispered: "Isn't there Yanzi Mountain among the judges of the last Xihe Literary Society?"
"Yes. Not long after the last Xihe Literary Society, we also held an appreciation meeting. It turns out that at that time we had read the article edited by Wang Zixu."
The sight that had originally dissipated was now focused on Wang Zixu's face again, and there were many whispers. The sight and words were mixed, circling and flying like insects.
Ning Chunyan was inspired, stood up and said: "Among the judges of the last Xihe Literary Society, there were not only teacher Li Tingfang, but also Yanzishan. After the Yanzishan Conference, He has publicly said that he gave Wang Zixu the highest score. Do you mean that Wang Zixu even bribed him? "
When the ladies heard this, they all became excited. Yanzishan's name holds considerable weight among them, and he belongs to the category of dream lover who is higher than the object of admiration and second only to literature. They only knew that Wang Zixu won the first place, but they didn't know that Yanzishan had the highest score.
Jiang Mengyao did not expect that her attack would have the opposite effect, so she looked away: "I didn't say that. Who can explain clearly what happens in the literary circle?"
Once conspiracy theories are started, there will be no end. Jiang Mengyao made up her mind to doubt everything. At this moment, the gauze curtain outside the door moved, and two girls came in.
The girl walking in front was wearing a brown college-style suit jacket, lined with a white shirt and a blue-purple plaid skirt. The overall dress is elegant and simple. She may be the simplest among these talented ladies, but she is also the most beautiful. Her eyebrows are particularly lively and affectionate.
But the first time Wang Zixu looked at her, his eyes were shamefully attracted to the girl's chest like a black hole. A girl who looks so petite, but has such a majestic chest is really a strange sight to watch.
Seeing Ning Chunyan, the girl ran over: "Sister Ning Chunyan, you are finally here!"
The girl's voice was thin and gentle. , Ning Chunyan said with a smile: "Xiao An, the person you asked me to introduce to you has been brought to you."
Wang Zixu guessed in his mind that this person should be the An Younan whom Ning Chunyan wanted to meet.
The girl's eyes moved to Wang Zixu, looking at him curiously, her eyes were very smart, and her slightly baby-fat face had an innocent expression: "Are you Wang Zixu?"
Wang Zixu looked at Ning Chunyan, and Ning Chunyan winked at him, reminding him of the image he had promised before - speak less and be very deep.
Wang Zixu replied: "Yes."
"Are you the Wang Zixu who made the headline of "Get"?"
"Yes. Uh, no," Wang Zixu said in two sentences, "I am the headline, but not the front page."
"Great, I finally see you!" The girl rushed over and grabbed his hand, "My teacher said that in the past few issues of "Get", you are the best writer. Your "Fire in the Stone" is still being serialized. How many issues will it be serialized in the future?"
A faint fragrance penetrated people's noses. Wang Zixu felt that the girl was a little over-enthusiastic, so he raised his neck and took two steps back, moved his head away, and looked at Ning Chunyan as if asking for help.
I underestimated Caiyuan. The person in front of me seems to be a real reader.
(End of this chapter)