Chapter 223 Literary Knight

Chapter 223 Literary Knight

When An Younan's car drove away, the exhaust fumes sprayed Shi Tonghe's face. He rested on a small tree beside the road for a while, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

Wang Zhongxing and others trotted over, held hands and supported his waist, and expressed condolences about his health. Shi Tonghe only waved his hands and was speechless.

“He just left like that?” Wang Zhongxing pointed to the other side of the road, “Who picked him up? What’s the origin of that car?”

Shi Tonghe said: “Don’t Asked. "

Kong Huaifang said: "What did Lu Chaoyuan do? He stopped the person after talking for a while, and now that he is gone, he explains to Mr. Shi like this?"

Lu Chaoyuan is the director of the office of the Chinese Cultural Association. He follows the institutional route and has a higher level than Shi Tonghe, but he considers himself a disciple of Shi Tonghe.

The buddy who came to fight Wang Zixu just now was transferred from Lu Chaoyuan. Kong Huaifang was showing off as a leader. He knew that he was showing off to him, so he quickly explained:

"The incident happened suddenly, and it was difficult for Director Lu to arrange it. They forced him to leave. I can't stop it."

Kong Huaifang glanced at him:

"Then he should find someone who can stop him! The recording is still in someone else's hands. If it leaks out, do you know what the consequences will be? ”

The man was sweating profusely and bent over and said: "I will report to Director Lu right away."

"Oh my God, you haven't reported yet?"

"The phone has been busy..."

Shi Tonghe said: "I want to sit for a while."

Kong Huaifang immediately gave instructions: "Is there an empty classroom nearby? Mr. Fu Shi, go in and sit for a while."

Shi Tonghe said: "I'll just sit on the floor for a while."

Someone next to him got a newspaper from somewhere and rushed to put it under his butt before he sat down. After sitting down, Shi Tonghe felt a little better.

Kong Huaifang squatted next to him and asked in a low voice: "Old Shi, did you really talk about the literary award with that Wang Zixu? Why didn't you tell us?"

When he asked this, Shi Tonghe felt bad again.

“I told you, it’s all a misunderstanding...”

He opened his mouth and wanted to give an explanation, but in the end he couldn’t think of it, so he had to repeat it again: "It's all a misunderstanding."

Wang Zhongxing patted Kong Huaifang's arm and said, "Old Shi said it was a misunderstanding, and it must be a misunderstanding. Teacher Kong, don't ask."

Kong Huaifang pulled his hand away and said, "I know it's a misunderstanding, but if you don't want Wang Zixu to participate, I have at least nine ways to make him give up."

Shi Tonghe said feebly: "It's not that I won't let him compete..."

Kong Huaifang Asked: "Why is that? Logically speaking, you shouldn't worry about him blocking Mr. Xiao Shi's way. I saw it and "Yesterday's Star" will definitely win the award?"

Shi Tonghe blushed a little: "I'm not worried!"

Kong Huaifang seemed to be concerned about every word, but in fact he was testing every word.

Shi Tonghe was in bad luck today. No one was more worried about him losing strength than Kong Huaifang. If Shi Tonghe really lost his ability, Kong Huaifang would quickly cut him off.

Because Kong is a hyena, he is an authentic villain. It was because he was a villain that he asked him to do such a thing. A villain can have no bottom line.

Shi Tonghe said: "I'm not worried. I just saw that he wrote well and wanted to give him some advice. I didn't expect this guy to be a fool."

Kong Huaifang echoed: " That’s so stupid! I have to talk to Lu Chaoyuan and let him handle it properly." After saying that, he ran to make a phone call. Wang Zhongxing looked at the mountain, then lowered his head and said:

"Old Shi, have you rested? Do you have the strength to go to the parking lot? Sitting here will have a bad impact."

Shi Tonghe hasn't rested yet, but he also feels that he can't sit down like this. Reporters cannot be allowed to see his weakness.

Especially now. Wang Zixu had just finished firing at him. If he showed weakness, the lie would become real. Besides, it's not fake.

He was supported by Wang Zhongxing, walked slowly to the parking lot, and asked: "How is the situation at the venue?"

Wang Zhongxing whispered: "It's very chaotic. There are some people who took the opportunity to show their faces in front of the media and talk nonsense."

Shi Tonghe turned around: "Who?"

"Shen Qingfeng." Wang Zhongxing said, "I can't figure it out. Isn't it that he and the prince are incompatible?"

Shi Tonghe said: "He and the prince are incompatible." The literary circles didn’t deal with him. What happened to him?” Wang Zhongxing said, “No, he was mainly taking advantage of the popularity to promote himself. New book."

Shi Tonghe smiled disdainfully: "Businessman."

Wang Zhongxing said again: "After Wang Zixu left, Zhong Jiao. The professor pulled me and said, "There is something wrong with the prince, but more importantly, we are wrong." Shi Tonghe frowned: "What did he say?"

"He said that we wrote too little and commented too much."

"He farted." Kong Huaifang put away the phone and walked over, "You said I wrote too little. I admit it. Mr. Shi also wrote too little?"

Wang Zhongxing also said with resentment: "I said the same thing, but Professor Zhong said that Mr. Shi has been out of that state since he has been writing for too long, so he can't say he wrote much."

When Shi Tonghe heard this, his heart rate, which had just dropped a little, started to rise again.

Wang Zhongxing said: "If Professor Zhong goes to the media to say this, it will ruin Mr. Shi's reputation."

Shi Tonghe stretched out his hand to stop: "Professor Zhong is a humble gentleman, he will not say it in front of the media."

Wang Zhongxing is still worried: "Even if Professor Zhong doesn't say it, there are still many other people who are using pretexts to stir up the hype. I'm worried that public opinion cannot be suppressed."

Shi Tonghe said: "There is a long way to go, and public opinion is I should be able to hold it down."

After saying this, he suddenly thought about calling An Younan to explain, using Lu Chaoyuan as a guarantee that there should be room for change in the promotion of "Yesterday Star".

He then thought again, he was already sixty-five years old, and after being disciplined by a thirty-year-old junior, he still had to call and beg a twenty-year-old girl. It's like living a long life on a dog.

Thinking of this, I felt sad. I don’t know why, but the figure of Wang Zixu appeared again in front of me.

A writer should speak with his pen. said the figure.

"Wang Zhongxing," Shi Tonghe suddenly said, "If a writer stops writing, is he really worthless?"

Wang Zhongxing was looking down at his mobile phone. When he heard this, he put away his mobile phone and said seriously:

"In other words, you have already written a lot of works, and it is time to enjoy your old age. Your value should be evaluated by history, and cannot be erased by a few young people."

"History, history..." Shi Tonghe heard this word and murmured, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he said: "History turns into stories, and stories turn into legends..."

Wang Zhongxing answered: "Yes, you are already a legendary existence."

"...Legends have been forgotten." Shi Tonghe said.

“You will not be forgotten.” Wang Zhongxing was then flattered.

Shi Tonghe did not answer.

He is not afraid of being forgotten. He is afraid of forgetting himself.

Roland Barthes said that the author is dead.

For a writer, the tragic thing is that after he completes his work, he is still alive, and his life will continue, continuing to experience, resonate, suffer, hope and despair.

…

The Aston Martin with black diamond and obsidian drove off the mountain road with Wang Zixu, Lu Qingxuan was still standing at the door looking forward to it.

Just as she was guessing the identity of the car owner and thinking about how to report to Ning Chunyan, the voice behind her suddenly startled her:

"Younan is gone? Is he leaving now?"

When Lu Qingxuan turned around, she saw Duan Xiaosang running over and squatting down, putting his hands on his knees, panting.

“Sister Xiaosang.”

Lu Qingxuan knows Duan Xiaosang. Duan Xiaosang asked her to investigate the little prince before, and it was she who provided the clue to Wang Zixu.

“Sister Xiao Sang, is that the legendary An Younan?” she asked.

Duan Xiaosang straightened up and said, "Yes. Speaking of which, it was because of your relationship that the two of them met."

"Me?"

“Is that An Younan?” Pu Yuyang shook his head and walked over, sighing, “It turns out that Wang Zixu still has such connections, it’s not surprising, it’s not surprising...”

She has always wondered where Wang Zixu had the courage to challenge Shi Tonghe in public.

He has An Younan as his backing, no wonder he can be so brave.

Duan Xiaosang shook his head: "No, this is strange. They have only known each other for a few days. She doesn't have to offend Shi Tonghe just to help him."

Pu Yuyang was stunned: "It's only been a few days?"

Duan Xiao Sang turned his head and asked: "Is Wang Zixu's "Fire in the Stone" really well written?"

Pu Yuyang was stunned by the question: "I, I actually haven't finished reading it."

Duan Xiaosang asked: "What's the evaluation of your editorial department?"

Lu Qingxuan said quietly from the side: "If the writing is not good, Shi Tonghe will not ask him to give up the Fei Shi Literary Award in private, right?"

One word can wake up the dreamer. After hearing Lu Qingxuan's words, both of them were shocked.

The incident involving Wang Zixu’s recording incident happened too suddenly and too hastily. They only felt shocked and had not had time to think about the three details.

At first, they felt that Wang Zixu was very brave, but later they felt that Shi Tonghe had made such good conditions, and he dared to record live, which was a bit disrespectful.

They only thought about how virtuous and capable Wang Zixu was, so that even Shi Tonghe was willing to deal with him privately.

Doesn’t that mean that even Shi Tonghe feels in his heart that this work is very strong?

After a long silence, Duan Xiaosang said: "I should read this book."

Pu Yuyang took a deep breath and said, "Me too."

Tian Zhenlei and Ji Shaofei also walked out slowly, stopped behind them, and listened silently to their chat about Zixu.

Xiao Mengyin held her head, mingled with the crowd, and took advantage of the chaos to escape.

When passing by, she happened to hear Duan Xiaosang's words. She paused for a moment and wanted to say something, but in the end she left quickly.

Their understanding of Wang Zixu is still too one-sided.

They thought that it was a certain person or a certain force that provided Wang Zixu with the confidence to overturn the table.

That’s not the case. Xiao Mengyin, who sat next to Wang Zixu during the seminar, felt it. Not so.

This person’s confidence all comes from his works.

Literary knight.

You can describe him like this.

…

At this time, the literary knight is facing a new test.

An Younan just made another tempting suggestion.

"His son's channel promotion can't be done. Do you want to promote your "Fire in the Stone"? I can give it to you."

A light sentence is like saying that we will not eat seafood for dinner and eat hot pot instead.

Just now An Younan also said that due to public opinion, he could not make the final decision on the promotion, so he turned around and handed the promotion to Wang Zixu.

If Shi Tonghe finds out, it will be equivalent to face-to-face humiliation.

It’s so scary to kill people and to kill your heart.

Wang Zixu did not answer.

He did not refuse because he was not hypocritical; he also did not agree because he was afraid of really pissing Shi Tonghe off.

It turns out that An Younan also has his own arrogance. He doesn't speak, and neither does she. The silence between the two was so deafening that the sound of the car was deafening.

In the past, his wife was also good at asking questions on multiple-choice questions. When she asked him what he wanted to eat for dinner, he said hot pot, and his wife said it was delicious. So he switched to seafood, but his wife said it was too expensive. He didn't speak, and his wife said he was useless.

My wife is like a master in laning, moving around and around. Every time he turns around, he is half a beat too slow. In between moves, he is whipped hard, and his head is hit many times.

In fact, Wang Zixu was surprised that he thought of his wife at this time. No trace of her life was left around him, and he had not thought of her for a long time.

He always thinks of someone at an inexplicable time. For example, at the seminar just now, he thought of Chen Qingluo.

The moment he threw out the recorder, his palm felt cold, where Chen Qingluo had held it.

Don’t be afraid. Don't regret it. she said.

If he were a knight of literature, the one who awarded him the honor must be Princess Chen Qingluo.

She is not around. He misses her very much.

After a while, Wang Zixu finally couldn't help but ask: "Where are you going?"

"Huh?" An Younan seemed to have come back to his senses, and he was stunned for half a second before answering him, "I'm not going anywhere, just driving blindly."

She added: "If you want, I can send him to your house directly, then Then you can enjoy the pleasure of being squatted by reporters. "

"Have you ever been squatted by reporters?" "I'm just getting money by squatting. Do you squat?" "I don't understand. "

"I am Ma Yongrong's illegitimate daughter. If you post a piece of dirty information about me, you can ask my dad for a retraction fee, which is five thousand yuan a piece. Do you think it is money in vain?"

This is the first time Wang Zixu knows that this kind of operation exists. He used to think that reporters are people who uphold justice.

“Sounds a bit excessive.”

“Yes, can you imagine how perverted it is for a teenage girl to be stared at by a group of gossip reporters looking for black spots every day?” An Younan complained while holding the steering wheel.

Wang Zixu couldn’t imagine it. However, he believes that An Younan has now developed such a twisted character, and those tabloid reporters should be more or less responsible.

He said: "I thought that with your father's strength, he would not tolerate being taken advantage of by a group of tabloid reporters."

An Younan shrugged: "Yeah, who knows what he thinks? Maybe he thinks it's not much, and there are still people to help keep an eye on me. "

After a pause, she added: "My dad basically relies on these tabloid reporters to know what I am doing. He usually doesn't pay much attention to me." When she said this, An Younan's tone was a little sad. Her side face is reflected in the window, her face is as plain as snow, her long dark hair is scattered on her shoulders, lined with white pajamas, like wolf hair dipped in pine smoke ink.

Regardless of personal impressions, Wang Zixu had to admit that she was beautiful.

An Younan pulled back her hair at the temples and said:

"Today, I drove like a knight and came to save you."

After saying that, she added: "I am not here to do charity."

Wang Zixu said: "You still want to talk to me about signing a lottery "Yes, I'm glad you spoke first, so I don't look so snobbish," An Younan said, "But if you still don't plan to sign the contract, then any relationship between us will be over."

"What relationship are you referring to?"

"I mean a relationship that transcends classes and allows you to sit in my car as an equal and chat with me like this," An Younan tilted her head, her eyelashes cast dark shadows of crow feathers, and her lips were the color of first-picked cherries, "I have never sat in a car as cheap as yours."