Chapter 226 The Pig in the Wind
Wang Zixu held her hand, and she immediately broke away.
He thought Chen Qingluo stretched out her hand to warm him up, but unexpectedly she just showed it to him.
I also want to know that she is Chen Qingluo, the woman who is farthest from the word "acting like a coquettish girl" in the world. How could she do such a thing?
At the traffic light, crows or magpies were still croaking incomprehensibly. Wang Zixu wanted to climb on it, push it down, and sit there and croak by himself. This would at least make it less awkward.
But Chen Qingluo didn’t look embarrassed at all. She raised her hand to tuck the broken hair behind her ears, twitching her long eyelashes only slightly, and stepped firmly on the broken leaves to make a sound.
She seemed to have given Wang Zixu a license to touch her hands - so even if he touched her, it didn't matter, she had no objection. It's just that she has no intention of touching him right now. Not letting him touch and not letting him touch are two concepts that are very clear to her.
She raised her hand back into the air nonchalantly and said, "Look, it's red from the cold."
"The weather is cold." Wang Zixu said unnutritious words, feeling like a fool.
“I got frostbite.” Chen Qingluo said, “I got frozen when I was in retreat coding.”
Wang Zixu understood.
She wanted to say that writing was very hard for her.
Come to take credit.
“Why don’t you turn on the air conditioner?”
“It’s useless to turn it on. If you sit for a long time, your body will get cold. When your torso gets cold, your hands will get cold, which is inevitable.”
Wang Zixu Said: "It is best to get up every 20 minutes to look at the distance and move your body, which is also good for your eyes."
Chen Qingluo said: "It is difficult to have this awareness in a flow state."
Wang Zixu can understand it very well. Although he is more frost tolerant, he suffers from the same problem.
Flow is a fragile and stubborn state. It is not easy to enter this state. It can be easily interrupted by being distracted by doing other things. Once you enter this state, small things like a cold body can be easily ignored.
Wang Zixu said: "I'll give you a half-finger glove."
Chen Qingluo glanced at him: "I'm just sharing , I’m not asking you to solve this problem. The point I’m talking about is, 300,000 words.”
Chen Qingluo emphasized the word “300,000” and couldn’t help but raise the corners of her mouth.
It can be seen that he is indeed here to take credit.
“Wow, you wrote 300,000 words??”
"Yes."
"So soon?"
"Hmm."
"You have never written such a long book, have you?"
"Yeah." Chen Qingluo nodded.
“So you want to show off in front of me?”
“Huh?” Chen Qingluo frowned slightly and glared at him.
“The light is green.”
The two walked across the zebra crossing.
Wang Zixu asked: "Can I take a look?"
“I’ll show you when I get back.”
“I still have a question,” Wang Zixu asked, “How did you know I was here?”
“Ning Chunyan told me "Yes." She said, paused, and then pointed to the distance, "She's waiting at the restaurant over there." Wang Zixu was shocked: "Are we coming too?"
Chen Qingluo nodded.
Wang Zixu said: "Then I asked you just now if you wanted to eat together, and you said 'yes'."
Chen Qingluo said: "We planned to eat together, so of course we can."
Wang Zixu said: "But there is ambiguity!"
Chen Qingluo turned to look at him: "What did you misunderstand?"
Wang Zixu was very stubborn and did not answer.
He thought it was just the two of them having lunch. The result is that he is too passionate.
I also want to know that Chen Qingluo is the best woman in the world at maintaining a reasonable social distance. She just came to have lunch with him after her retreat. How could such a good thing happen?
“What are you talking about?” Chen Qingluo tilted her head and asked.
Wang Zixu touched his lips. The mark left by An Younan yesterday has not faded yet.
“Knocked a bit.”
“Where did you knock?”
“On the door.”
“Did your door grow teeth?”
In the middle of winter, Wang Zixu felt sweating on his back.
Chen Qingluo stared at his mouth carefully for a while, nodded and said: "Well, he also has a tiger tooth."
He said: "The door doesn't have teeth, I have teeth. I was talking at the time and didn't notice that my chin hit the door and my lip was bitten again. "
Chen Qingluo said: "It sounded very rough."
"It's very rough. It still hurts." Wang Zixu hid his guilt well.
Chen Qingluo said: "But from the appearance of the wound, it seems that the door of your house hugged you and took a bite of your mouth."
Wang Zixu shook his head quickly: "No, my door won't be like this."
Chen Qingluo looked at him with eyes full of suspicion, and then turned her head resolutely.
It’s amazing that this morning, Wang Zixu was chatting in the literary association, and no one noticed the abnormality in his lips. Next to Chen Qingluo, she was discovered in an instant.
Maybe girls are really more observant. Being too observant can put a lot of pressure on people. Wang Zixu is very stressed now.
He held his breath and looked at her side face. The arc from her earlobe to her neck was just like the curve on the edge of a white porcelain cup with glimmering light. It was very cute.
The two arrived at their destination, which was a Turkish restaurant. When they opened the door, a wind chime rang softly, and the cold air and the hot mist of fennel bread suddenly filled their arms.
There are about twenty teak tables in the hall. There are only two or three guests, and the sound of the oud strings seems to be absent. As soon as Wang Zixu showed his face, he met Ning Chunyan's eyes. The other party immediately raised his wine glass and waved to him with a smile.
Opposite her, Lu Qingxuan and Diao Yiwen were sitting.
Chen Qingluo only mentioned Ning Chunyan’s name just now, which caused Wang Zixu to act sentimental again. Today is a collective gathering of the editorial department of "New Awards", and it is not just a celebration for him alone.
“Congratulations to our literary knight on his triumphant return!”
Lu Qingxuan said: “This is not congratulations.”
Diao Yiwen said: "It's not a literary knight."
Wang Zixu came over, sat down by the hem of his suit and said: "It's not a triumph."
Chen Qingluo sat down opposite Wang Zixu, next to Ning Chun Banquet, and Wang Zixu sat next to Lu Qingxuan and Diao Yiwen.
Ning Chunyan said: "Forget it, Xiao Lu, what do you mean by not being a literary knight? The knighthood of literature was conferred by Gu Zao, is it so worthless?"
Diao Yiwen smiled awkwardly and said: "Really? I read online that he is a literary assassin."
Ning Chunyan stared: "Really? Why didn't I see it?"
"You probably don't like pineapples."
Diao Yiwen interrupted: "There are steep sounds too. There are many."
Wang Zixu was confused after listening to the dish: "What are you talking about?"
The waiter in a small jacket came to take orders and handed the menu to Ning Chunyan, staring at Wang Zixu. Wang Zixu almost smoked from his glare.
The waiter's expression changed from confusion to determination, and finally he pointed at Wang Zixu unprofessionally and said, "You are that one..."
Ning Chunyan patted the menu and interrupted his memory forcefully:
“Let’s order mutton stew in a clay pot, lentil soup, Turkish pancakes with hummus sauce, grilled eggplant puree, spinach cheese pita bread, baklava...what do you want to drink?”
Lu Qingxuan stared at the menu and said: “I want salty yogurt. "
After sending away the waiter, Ning Chunyan covered her mouth and whispered to Wang Zixu: "You don't know yet? You are famous!"
"Huh? Is it true?" Wang Zixu was quite surprised.
Lu Qingxuan took a sip of water and whispered:
"I want to ask whether it is true or not. I have been watching your second-generation videos at home for a whole day, and you don’t even know?"
Wang Zixu felt quite magical: "No one told me!"
In fact, someone told him.
Yesterday, the East China Sea Literary and Art Association held a day-long meeting to discuss this matter. From Director Lu to Commissioner Gao, they were also talking to him about this matter. The unknown staff he saw when he passed by the door were all telling him this matter with their eyes.
But at that time, he focused on the seriousness of the matter and had no self-awareness of "I am angry". At this time, the girls told him about this matter in very down-to-earth language, which made him feel very strange.
Ning Chunyan showed his phone to him and said: "Your story has been on several hot searches all of a sudden. It feels like the whole world is discussing it. You were the hot topic yesterday and today."
When Wang Zixu took a closer look, the hot search interface on the phone screen stayed on "Angering against the Cultural Association for 10 Minutes". The top picture was a photo of himself taking a picture of a table and staring, which looked a bit distorted.
The top popular Weibo post was retweeted by director Qiao Hailin: "I think of "Farewell My Concubine": People have to fulfill themselves!" Below was a statement from a big V: "The Cultural Association should have reformed long ago, and it has raised a group of masters who can only hold meetings!" The comment area is locked, but there are thousands of retweets.
Wang Zixu was a little dizzy, but he suddenly understood why the Literary and Art Association was making such a big fuss.
Lu Qingxuan also participated enthusiastically: "Actually, the most popular thing is not the hot search, but the video. Your second creation video on Douyin, the most popular one has 400,000 views..."
Lu Qingxuan glared at him: "400,000 a day, and such a long video, what is the concept?"
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“It’s become popular!” Lu Qingxuan said, “It will definitely be a trend to break one million in the future.”
After saying that, she also handed over her mobile phone: "This is very interesting. Your table has been transformed into "Let the Bullets Fly", and Shi Tonghe has been transformed into Huang Silang. Look."
Wang Zixu didn’t dare to look.
Chen Qingluo said: "I saw it from the Zhiqiu. How do you evaluate the author of "Fire in the Stone", Wang Zixu? There are more than two hundred answers."
Ning Chunyan patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder across the table: "Zizixu, you are really popular!"
Wang Zixu was stunned for a long time before he said: "Who pushed this?"
Lu Qingxuan was a little surprised: "No one pushed it. Your previous outburst at the seminar was particularly dramatic in itself, don't you think? The scolding was exciting, and there were ups and downs. It has the potential to explode."
Ning Chunyan said: "This is right or wrong. So many secondary creations have become popular and have become part of the subculture. No one can push them. But it is impossible to say that no one pushed it at all - otherwise, how could the original video be released?"
Lu Qingxuan nodded: "Yes, the original video was shot clearly and at a good angle. Everyone's expressions can be seen. If it weren't for this video, it wouldn't be so popular. "
Diao Yiwen took a sip of tea and said softly: "What a good luck."
Regarding who released the video, Wang Zixu had some guesses - An Younan was not at the scene, but she came immediately and said that she had watched the whole scene, so she must have video equipment at the scene.
It’s just that she helped to support the fire without saying a word, which was a bit inconsistent with her character of not being able to do anything early. Didn’t we say goodbye after heat death?
Thinking of this, his mouth felt painful again.
Ning Chunyan was able to stand up and asked Wang Zixu: "With this overwhelming traffic, no one has contacted you from yesterday to today? My mobile phone has been blasted. I was asked if it was our editor who was popular, and I said yes, yes."
Wang Zixu took out his mobile phone and said: "I turned on the call restriction on my phone the day before yesterday. Except for the whitelist, no calls can come in."
If he didn't turn on the call restriction, he would have been annoyed to death by the Cultural Association last night. How could he have a good sleep?
Ning Chunyan said: "This is reasonable, but it is also unreasonable. No one has contacted you on WeChat or QuanKou?"
Wang Zixu said: "I didn't read it."
As he spoke, he opened it, and when he saw the word "99+" on the red dot in the lower left corner, he decisively clicked to exit.
“Forget it, I won’t read it now, I want to have a quiet lunch.”
The waiter came and brought drinks, apple juice and yogurt. Everyone at the table kept their mouths shut in a tacit understanding.
After the waiter left, everyone started chatting again.
"Zizixu, this wave of traffic is a huge opportunity. You have to seize it," Ning Chunyan said. "If we can catch this wave of traffic, we can increase at least 200,000 fans. Wouldn't this be able to defeat Shi Shuqiu? By the way, do you have a Weibo account?"
Wang Zixu said: "I don't."
Ning Chunyan sighed: "You are really a primitive person."
She picked up his mobile phone casually and said: "Let me register one for you. Go and claim this wave of traffic now before you can gain followers."
Wang Zixu quickly grabbed the phone: "Don't, don't, I'm not used to using Weibo."
Ning Chunyan did not let go: "You have to use it even if you are not used to it. I missed this wave of traffic. I don't know if there will be opportunities in the future."
"My Weibo can't produce anything useful. What’s the use of claiming traffic? ”
“Fool! Traffic is of course useful!”
Naturally, Ning Chunyan can’t steal it from him. He grabbed her hand and put the phone back under Chen Qingluo's aggressive gaze.
He is not so old-fashioned that he doesn’t want traffic. He actually has an account on Weibo, you can see it when you open the software.
It’s just that the name of the Weibo account is Little Prince.
Ning Chunyan rubbed his eyebrows and said: "Even if you don't want traffic, you should take this opportunity to run "Fire in the Stone" well. Otherwise, what will you do next?"
Lu Qingxuan also said: "I think you too You should listen to Sister Xiaochun. Now that the Literary and Art Association is targeting you, unless you publish the book and sell it well, you will be targeted to death."
Wang Zixu turned to look at Chen Qingluo, and met her slightly worried eyes.
He knew they were right. Moreover, what they said is likely to be the only chance for "Fire in the Stone" to make a comeback.