Chapter 210 Entering the White Tiger Hall by mistake
"Miss An said that she invited Shi Tonghe to attend your seminar."
The amount of information in this sentence was so large that Wang Zixu forgot to breathe for a while, and it took him a while to recover.
“What? Shi Tonghe wants to attend my seminar?”
The driver said: “I am just paraphrasing Miss An’s original words.”
“She Why do you do this? ”
The driver said: “I don’t know, I’m just here to pick you up.”
Wang Zixu took a deep breath and said frankly:
"No, she must be sick!"
The driver looked innocent: "I told you I didn't know!"
Wang Zixu thought An Younan was sick, but her driver didn't agree, but he didn't deny it either.
What does this mean? It shows that An Younan is indeed ill, and it is very likely that he is seriously ill.
From the very beginning of the preparations for his seminar, there was an ominous cloud hanging over it: first, there were feuding people like Shen Qingfeng who wanted to participate, and then before the seminar, a collective crusade against "Fire in the Stone" suddenly started.
Although Ning Chunyan said that criticism is better than no attention, he still has some faint hope that the seminar can turn around the reputation of "Fire in the Stone".
If Shi Tonghe participates in the meeting, it will be equivalent to erecting a monument with the words "Fire in the Stone", and then covering it with a board and stamping it: He will never be able to stand up again.
He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the editor Pu Yuyang, asking whether Shi Tonghe really wanted to attend the meeting. There was no reply for a long time.
So he had a sense of luck, thinking that Shi Tonghe might not really come.
What is his identity? He was too embarrassed to even attend his son's seminar, so how could he come to attend his own?
What’s more, An Younan and Shi Tonghe have no friendship, how can she persuade each other?
After a while, news came from Pu Yuyang:
“Yes, how do you know?”
“We’ll talk later, we’re in a meeting.”
The prince looked ashen as death.
He said to the driver: "Take me there."
The driver was waiting for his words.
The journey is smooth, and the car reaches the floating star.
This time the road is familiar. He knocked on the door of An Younan's house again, and a beautiful face that seemed to have been drawn with fine brushwork was revealed behind the door.
The last time the two of them said goodbye, it was a cordial conversation between bare feet and bare hands, mixed with philosophy and poetry. This time, Wang Zixu did not care about literature and art, and said:
"What do you want to do?"
The owner of the beautiful face seemed to have anticipated his anger, covering his mouth and laughing wildly: "Don't be angry~"
< br>Wang Zixu said: "You want to threaten my real identity and force me to cooperate with you as a little prince."
An Younan said: "I don't think so. ”
Wang Zixu said: “An Younan, I’m a donkey. The more you threaten me, the less likely I will cooperate with you.”
An Younan said: "I dreamed about you last night."
This unexpected turn almost failed him, but he did not forget the purpose of coming:
"Does this have something to do with what I'm talking about?"
In the blink of an eye, An Younan stepped into the room while stepping on the steps of "The Song of Colorful Feathers", and only heard her brisk voice coming from the room:
< br>“Come in, come in~~”
An Younan’s frivolity and leisurelyness, placed on this occasion, are as willful and inappropriate as the soaring flowers blooming between the reinforced concrete ribs.
Wang Zixu stood at the door and just sneered. This time he won't be fooled so easily.
An Younan, who had not seen anyone for a long time, ran back and saw that he was still at the door, looking surprised: "Are you coming in?"
"I entered this door. What if you falsely accuse me of being obscene? Didn't you catch me again?"
"Ouch! How can there be any obscenity! Am I that kind of person?"
An Younan stretched out his hands and pulled him in. The prince remained motionless like an iron tower.
"If you have anything to say, you can say it at the door."
"But... I'm cold!" An Younan frowned and complained softly, walking with a gait as delicate as a young deer crushing spring ice.
Winter nights are indeed very cold.
The north wind blew in from an unknown place in the corridor. I touched the skirt of the girl nearby and playfully stirred up a small wave.
So the prince softened his heart for a moment. After just a moment of loosening, he was dragged into the house by An Younan.
He still wanted to resist, but she pushed him with his butt and closed the door with her backhand.
Wang Zixu felt like Lin Chong, who had been tricked and entered the White Tiger Festival Hall by mistake.
There is a joke recorded in "Three Kingdoms" that Liu Bei strictly prohibited alcohol after entering Shu, and anyone who had wine-making utensils at home would be punished.
One day Jian Yong went to the street with Liu Bei. Jian Yong pointed at a man and a woman and said, arrest them quickly, they are going to commit adultery.
Liu Bei was shocked and said, how could they commit adultery in broad daylight? Jian Yong replied that although they did not do anything, they had instruments of prostitution on them.
According to this standard, Wang Zixu can still enter the White Tiger Festival Hall armed with weapons.
Just now at the door, Wang Zixu smelled the fragrance leaking from An Younan's lips, which contained alcohol. She had obviously had a few drinks before he arrived.
At this time, she was humming and busy behind the bar. Her golden earrings swayed slightly, catching the light from the crystal chandelier. A touch of rouge spread over her neck, which was like fresh snow, and floated to her cheeks, like clouds on the mountainside at dusk.
“Donkey, do you drink red wine or whiskey?”
The prince was silent. Seeing that he didn't answer, An Younan tilted his head and smiled:
"Donkey, why are you ignoring me? Didn't you just say that you are a donkey?"
This woman would deliberately leave flaws in her words, and Wang Zixu knew that he could not refute her.
If you try to refute her, you will get into her trap, and she will drag you into a conversation. After a while, she will no longer hate you.
This is the little prince’s usual trick.
“It seems that donkeys don’t like drinking, so just drink red wine. Red wine is not considered wine.” An Younan said to himself.
The scarlet liquid rushed into the glass, hit the wall of the glass, ran in vain, and finally turned into an unsuccessful vortex.
“Well, what did you just say?”
Wang Zixu’s tone was stiff: “I just mentioned your motivation for inviting Shi Tonghe.”
< br>“Why don’t I remember?”
With a wine glass in each hand, An Younan walked elegantly towards Wang Zixu, and without any explanation, thrust one of them into his arms.
Wang Zixu said calmly: "It stands to reason that Shi Tonghe would not participate in a seminar of this level. He is too proud of his status to attend. How did you persuade him?"
"Teacher Shi is not easy to invite," An Younan poured warmth onto the red wine glass, "I will exchange it for 300 units of Xunyi's traffic."
The corner of Wang Zixu's mouth twitched fiercely: "Whose traffic?"
"When It's Shi Shuqiu's work, "Yesterday's Star"."
After saying that, An Younan covered his mouth and pretended to say: "Oh, I forgot that you are competitors. In this way, his advantage will be even greater, right?"
Wang Zixu didn't want to say anything.
"I talked with Teacher Shi Tonghe and found out that the National Collection is not a false name. As long as you enter the collection, there will be a separate plan in the publishing house, and it will be reprinted every certain years, which is equivalent to a long-term meal ticket."
An Younan smiled after finishing speaking: "He is deliberately trying to win this name Well, it’s also to leave a way out for his son. What a pity for parents!”
Wang Zixu’s tone was still harsh: “It’s enviable.” “Would Wang Zixu fight for this for his children?” An Younan lay on the sofa and looked at him sideways.
“My mother disappeared when I was very young, and my father’s discipline for me switched seamlessly between the two extremes of letting things go and being restrained. So unfortunately, I don’t know.”
An Younan did not show any guilt or sympathy on her face, and her tone was brisk: "Younan is about the same."
When Wang Zixu heard this, he raised his head and glanced at her 200-square-meter house in the center of Donghai City, and then rolled his eyes at her.
This kind of house, at her age, is destiny. She said her parents didn't care about her, but who believed her?
“Hehe, don’t glare at me. I’m much more difficult than you think.”
“I’m not here to talk to you about life and ideals. "Zizixu said, "We should have written off that matter before, right?" "Really? I fell asleep and didn't remember it."
“You are so dishonest, it seems I was right not to cooperate with you.”
An Younan stretched out a finger, shook it in the air, and made a "tsk, tsk" sound.
"What I said before is that if you satisfy me, I will let you go. You haven't collected customer feedback yet, and I didn't say I was satisfied."
Wang Zixu raised his eyebrows: "Then you are not satisfied?"
An Younan avoided answering this question: "To take a step back, even if I am satisfied, the fact that you can still stand here openly is proof that I have let you go."
Wang Zixu said: "What about Shi Tonghe?"
There is no mistake in every song, every post, every content, read them one by one!
"That's something else. I asked a highly respected teacher through my connections to support the writers I admire. What's wrong with that?"
Wang Zixu said: "Stop pretending, you Let's be honest, how long do you plan to pester me? "
"Zixu, Wang Zixu, you are so cute"
An Younan let out a long breath and lay lazily on the sofa, saying softly.
“Of course I know that you have a problem with Shi Tonghe. But I don’t care what he thinks. I don’t care what you think of me.
"If you want to ask me why I did this, there is only one reason: because I am happy! I am just a theatergoer. Of course, the bigger the show, the better!"
She raised her toes and made a dangerous move in the air with her plush slippers.
Wang Zixu stood up: "Then why did you come to talk to me?"
"Don't worry, after all, you offended Shi Tonghe on your own. As for me, since I'm watching a show, it's not a good thing to watch. Of course I I'll give you a chance."
Under Wang Zixu's gaze, An Younan stood up, walked to the door of the study, knocked on the door, and said: "Teacher, that person is already here."
A sly look flashed across An Younan's eyebrows, and Wang Zixu felt a custom-made dizziness coming over him - it turned out that there was someone else in the study.
No wonder An Younan smelled of alcohol in his mouth. How could someone like her be lonely enough to drink alone at home?
Only then did he realize that An Younan had never trusted him and had never given up plotting against him.
If he had been impulsive and exposed his identity or done something, he would have been caught on the spot.
This entire house was prepared for him with an unsigned agreement.
An Younan seemed not to understand the cold feeling on his back. He knocked on the door with a smile on his lips:
"Teacher Gu will also attend your seminar tomorrow, so I specially arranged for you to meet. As for how much favor you can win over him, it depends on your performance - Teacher Gu, Teacher Gu?"
She found that the door to Xiaokou's room had not been opened for a long time, and she knocked on the door gradually, but there was still no response from inside.
She finally couldn't help it, opened the door, and then froze in place.
Wang Zixu couldn’t bear his curiosity. He put down his wine glass and stepped forward to find out what was going on.
The first thing Wang Zixu saw was a copy of "Human Plants" by Wang Zengqi.
A book of "Plants and Trees in the World" was spread out and placed on a certain face.
The owner of that face has naturally curly hair and a slender figure. At this time, he was putting his legs together and raising them on the sandalwood table.
And his body was leaning straight on the recliner, forming a V-shape, which seemed to be intertextual with the "Plants and Plants of the World" spread out in the V-shape.
The man was wearing a white long-sleeved pure cotton T-shirt. The T-shirt was pure white, with four eye-catching characters embroidered on the chest in 48-point font:
"Don't eat green onions."
When the two saw this scene, they became quiet, and the sound of the man's long breathing floated in the air.
“Teacher Gu...” An Younan felt a little embarrassed, but also felt sorry for his desk.
An Younan picked up the bookshelf hook next to the table, poked the man's jeans, and then he and "Human Plants" rolled down under the chair at the same time.
"Huh? Who? Solved the case? Who is the murderer?"
"Teacher, wake up, you are not Mouri Kogoro."
The man began to beat his head in annoyance: "You are not drunk. Okay, I said how could I get drunk after just one glass of wine?"
An Younan said: "How could it be? 12,000 bottles."
"Then you have been cheated."
An Younan brought the topic back to the topic: "Teacher Gu, let me introduce you, this is Wang Zixu, who you mentioned before that you wanted to meet.
"Zixu, this is my teacher, a leading figure among young writers, a leading figure in Caiya Serious Literature The topic champion of the section for 9 consecutive years, the cold-humored nuclear power plant webmaster, the ruined version of Cao Xueqin..."
"Okay, okay..." Gu Zao stopped her and continued to sign up for the dishes, "That's about it, there isn't much space here, and I'll be short of oxygen after a few more words. "
After saying that, he rubbed his face and looked at the prince up and down.
"Are you the author of "Fire in the Stone"? ”
"Yeah." It was the first time that Wang Zixu met a male writer of the same age (not counting Lin Feng), and he was a little cautious.
"Let me ask you a question," Gu Zao said, "The fire in your stone has been burning for a hundred years. Did the stone finally scratch the skin, or did the fire burn half of the sky?"
Asked at another time, Wang Zixu might be confused; asked at another time, he might give a completely different answer.
But now, Wang Zixu just said: "Stones turned to ashes, fire burned and extinguished. But there are always new stones. Fire in the stone is still fire in the stone."
After listening to this, Gu Zao sat motionless in the chair, as if his computer was down, as if he was embedded in time and space, for two minutes, without blinking his eyes.
Then, his phone rang.
"Hey, what?! Zhang Ailing is pregnant with Kafka's child? Okay, I'll be right back."
After saying that, Gu Zao put down the phone decisively and said resolutely: "I have something urgent, so I'll leave first."
"What's the emergency??"
"Kafka is my cat," Gu Zao said as he packed his things, "Zhang Ailing is my other cat. The current situation is that a cat is pregnant with another cat's child unplanned, which is terrible."
This is indeed terrible, but it is inappropriate. When Gu Zao hurried to the door, An Younan whispered to Wang Zixu:
"You try to fight for tomorrow's seminar."
After saying that, seeing that he was indifferent, An Younan simply reached out and grabbed Gu Zao.
“Teacher Gu, there are more important things here than Kafka and Zhang Ailing.”
Gu Zao turned around: “What?”
An Younan pushed Wang Zixu forward. He opened his mouth slightly, frowned, and after a few seconds, solemnly said:
"I hope Zhang Ailing mother and son are safe."
Gu Zao said: "Zhang Ailing and her son must be safe, but Kafka's little brother must not have escaped. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
After that, he closed the door. An Younan turned around and put her hands on her hips.
“Well, this is because you are not living up to your expectations. Don’t blame me for targeting you later.”
Wang Zixu still felt like he was floating in the air, a bit dissociated: "I don't blame you, I blame myself. I think he and I may not be the same person."
"We are not the same person, so we delayed asking him to help us talk?" An Younan looked surprised, "You are such a donkey, if you had told me before I definitely don’t believe that my little prince is a donkey.”
“Another reason is,” Wang Zixu said, “I don’t know how to ask for help.”
(End of this chapter)