Chapter 228 Little Prince, see you after the heat death
Shi Shuqiu slowly slid over on his bicycle, with an ambiguous smile on his face, as if he was farting in the crowd and was vaguely located.
“Qingxuan, what a coincidence, I was thinking about you just now.”
Lu Qingxuan asked: “What are you thinking about me?”
"What scene?" Lu Qingxuan pretended to be stupid.
"Yesterday's seminar scene." Shi Shuqiu said, "Isn't that video popular on the Internet? Did you find any problems?"
"Did you find any problems?" Lu Qingxuan continued to pretend to be stupid.
“The person who shot that video was among the people present!” Shi Shuqiu said with a decisive tone from a detective novel.
Lu Qingxuan was indifferent: "Oh."
Shi Shuqiu then said angrily: "That Wang Zixu, it's obvious that he just made a plan and planted an informant. It was filmed among the attendees, and then the video was used to hype it up and stir up public opinion... Don’t you think it’s shameful? ” Lu Qingxuan blinked: “I don’t think so”
Shi Shuqiu looked in disbelief: "No, don't you feel shuddering when you see him directing and acting like this and think of his usual face?"
Lu Qingxuan said: "No, it's quite enjoyable."
After saying that, she continued to say in Shi Shuqiu's shock:
< br>"At least your father offered him generous terms to withdraw from the competition. It was definitely not directed by him, right?"
Shi Shuqiu took a deep breath and said slowly: "Qingxuan, which side are you on?"
Lu Qingxuan was surprised: Where did he get the confidence to think that he should be on his side?
Not to mention that from the perspective of helping relatives but not helping relatives, Wang Zixu’s tongue-in-cheek battle with the scholars was very exciting, and Shi Tonghe’s alliance with everyone to wear small shoes is irrefutable proof;
Even if he is helping relatives but not helping relatives, how can Wang Zixu, a colleague in the editorial department, be closer than him, right?
Diao Yiwen said: "Master Shi, are you jealous?"
Shi Shuqiu jumped up like a toad that had been poked: " Am I jealous? "What am I jealous of?"
"Your seminar has few discussions, but his seminar is vigorous, don't you feel jealous in your heart?"
Diao Yiwen just asked casually out of her heart, but it deeply hurt Shi Shuqiu. He had never suffered such great humiliation.
"Are you mistaken? No matter how you think about it, he must be jealous of me, right? He worked so hard to hold a seminar, but I just wrote a piece of work and attended the seminar. Can he do it?
"And the reason why he is so popular is because he is so popular with my dad! If I want to rub off on him, will I be jealous of him? "
Diao Yiwen laughed: "Master Shi, don't worry, I was just joking. ”
Shi Shuqiu frowned and said: "Do you think this is a joke? Whether it is a joke or not depends on the listener, and am I familiar with you? You are joking with me like this." I don't need to be familiar with you. In my opinion, you are just incompetent and angry because your book lost to "Fire in the Stone". Please, if you lose, you lose. It's really clownish to arrange others behind your back." After saying that, Diao Yiwen asked again: "By the way, what is the name of your book?"
Shi Shuqiu’s defense was completely broken. He pushed the bicycle aside, and the poor bicycle fell to the ground with a clang. He turned around, walked around and then came back again, with his hands on his hips, and said:
"Okay, fine, you are no different from the mob on the Internet. They are all just outsiders and have a lot of heat." Whichever way you put it, you go. Do you think he won? Just wait and see, do you think the popularity means everything? Who will win the first prize when you see it?" After that, he picked up the car and left proudly.
When he walked away, Lu Qingxuan looked at Diao Yiwen and silently raised her thumb:
"Sister Wen, you are so powerful and domineering!"
Diao Yiwen tossed her hair: "What's wrong? Did I go too far?"
"No, I said it very happily, and I felt very happy when I heard it." Lu Qingxuan said.
“That’s right, I don’t have to tolerate him anymore when he throws a tantrum with me.”
Shi Shuqiu’s father is Shi Tonghe. He grew up listening to praises. Before meeting Wang Zixu, his life trajectory had always been smooth, so he was a bit self-centered.
But what about Diao Yiwen? She had never been bullied before she met Wang Zixu. Who is not a little princess?
The more Diao Yiwen thought about it, the angrier she became, imitating Shi Shuqiu’s tone:
"Still, 'Am I familiar with you'? Do I need to be familiar with him? Wang Zixu relied on his own dignity and single-handedly broke into the seminar held by "Get". If he hadn't been his father, would he have been able to hold the seminar? Yes With a little relationship background, you really think it’s your own ability!
“You are just an online mob, are you still planning to post something like, ‘Please stop being violent online, I want Yuyu’? I don’t want to think about it, if his father hadn’t made the offending move first, would he have been bullied by the Internet?
“Knowing that what I did was wrong, I didn’t go home and cower, but I dared to go outside to arrange for others. I couldn’t even hear the truth, and I dared to throw anger at me! I made my sister laugh! I really think that the background is my own ability, who hasn’t ordered the background yet?”
Lu Qingxuan hurriedly followed her back: "Sister Wen, calm down, calm down."
Diao Yiwen pulled her hand away: "I'm not angry. I just feel really unhappy and just made a few complaints."
Lu Qingxuan said: "Complaining feels good for a while, but if he turns around he will What if I really win the first prize and mock you?" Diao Yiwen said, "It's not like I'm competing with him. If I lose, I'll put pressure on Wang Zixu."
Lu Qingxuan mourned for him.
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Every 20 minutes, Shi Tonghe will lie on the bed and observe three minutes of silence for his spine. If he does not follow this process, others will observe silence for him. So he asked the nanny to move a mattress to the study.
The bed is an old thing from 30 years ago. I slept on it most recently when I was teaching at Lu Xun College. At that time, Huimin came to visit once a week, and it was on that bed that she had Shi Shuqiu. Later, the bed board became moldy and was thrown away, leaving only the mattress.
The brand of mattress is Simmons. When he lay on it, the springs murmured, the voice was hoarse, but strong, like small hands firmly pressing against his back, making him sigh in comfort.
It is indeed an American brand. he thought.
Simmons is a spring bed. He continued to think. Just as Jeep is an off-road vehicle, Santana is a small car. A brand has become a synonym for an item, entering Cihai majestically and forming an era.
That era was very simple, and there were not many items entering the customs. Nowadays, the brands are becoming more and more eye-catching. When talking about spring beds at that time, Simmons was the one. Just like when talking about Chinese writers, it’s Shi Tonghe.
Remuneration, book signings, exclusive interviews with writers, millions in box office... I recall the glorious past, but it is a pity that flowers will bloom again and no one will be young anymore. He thought again of yesterday's seminar and Wang Zixu.
The human voice, the sound of the recorder, Kong Huaifang's fierce shouting, and Wang Zhongxing's stuttering rebuke, mixed with dense whispers, reflected randomly in the room, echoing out empty sounds, which were extremely harsh.
Shi Tonghe pressed his forehead and frowned hard, as if trying to squeeze out this memory.
After a while, he got up, looked for slippers on the cold floor with his feet, stood up, went to the computer, and put his hands on the keyboard.
The screen has a faint blue light, and the host hums gently.
He used his palms to knead and soothe his eyeballs that were getting dry for a while, and then squinted hard. The text on the screen jumped, sometimes strung together in a row, sometimes staggered into two columns.
He typed. Very slow. But the text appears firmly on the screen.
For a few minutes, he felt better. But it turned out to be an illusion. The pain in his lumbar spine was so severe that he rolled over the mattress and lay down suddenly.
Not long after I lay down, Shi Shuqiu’s voice sounded at the door.
"Dad."
The son walked in, looked at him on the mattress, then looked at the computer, and said in shock: "What are you doing?"
Shi Tonghe didn’t want to be seen like this, so he forced himself to get up and sit in front of the computer: “I’ve almost finished revising the third draft. I’ll print it out later. You can memorize it again.”
Shi Shuqiu asked in astonishment: "Where is that... scribe?"
He did not call the other person by name, and finally adopted an inappropriate title.
Shi Tonghe said: "Xiao Liang has his own affairs, and he can't always work at my house."
Shi Shuqiu said: "Then you can't write it yourself. Can they send someone else?"
Shi Tonghe said: "What's wrong with me writing by myself? I'm not an emperor, and writing is not a personal expedition. I write it myself, which makes it more meaningful."
After saying that, he paused and then said, "I asked you to memorize the first draft before, did you memorize it?"
"I've got it."
Shi Shuqiu felt guilty. A son knows better than his father, Shi Tonghe knew it right away.
"I want you to memorize it carefully. After this work wins the award, you will face many interviews. You have to know the contents of the book by heart. Otherwise, what will you say in front of the camera?"
Shi Shuqiu looked around and said to him: "Okay, I understand, I will memorize it." p>
Shi Tonghe pointed at him and said: "Then you memorize it now, and I will do a spot check on the spot."
Shi Shuqiu finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Oh, dad! What age is this! Still doing this! Writers are no longer as popular as they used to be!"
Shi Tonghe's lips trembled: "What did you say?"
Shi Shuqiu knew that what he said was not pleasant to listen to, especially for his father who had a proud past. There was a drop of sweat on his forehead, and his tone was a bit weak, and he supplemented himself:
"Besides, you don't need to continue writing at all. You are just superfluous. The debut novel has shocked everyone with its skills. What a good image, but suddenly said that it is going to be continued, and it has lost all its force."
Shi Tonghe knocked on the table: "What do you want to compete? What you want is to win a prize! With your three-legged cat thing, are you sure you can win the prize?"
Shi Shuqiu smiled: "Aren't the judges all my uncles?"
Shi Tonghe slapped the table: "You don't sound like a writer at all when you say this!"
Shi Shuqiu jumped on the spot with fright, his eyes were red, Shi Tonghe's tone softened a little, and said:
"Writers rely on their works to speak. Yes, you can be arrogant towards others, but you cannot disrespect your own work. Otherwise, you are not worthy of being called a writer." Shi Shuqiu said loudly: "But I don't want to be a writer in the first place!"
Shi Tonghe was suddenly speechless.
“What’s so good about being a writer? I don’t think it’s cool at all. It’s just your wishful thinking that you want me to be a writer. Have you ever asked me how I feel?”
Shi Tonghe was rarely panicked: "But I asked you what you wanted to do, and you said you wanted to be a writer..."
Shi Shuqiu showed a desperate expression: "I still hate it when you talk about what I said when I was five or six years old. What do children know? How can you just say how to make adults happy?"
Shi Tonghe suddenly felt very confused.
It’s not anger, sadness, loss, or discomfort, it’s just confusion. The confusion of not knowing what to do.
……
如果说中国存在一位最适合给迷茫的新人作者指点迷津之人，那这个人就是段小桑——这是安幼南的评价。
Her evaluation was not exaggerated, but actually appropriate. Otherwise, Wang Zixu, Ning Chunyan, and Lu Qingxuan would not have thought of her name at the same time.
The place where she and the prince made an appointment to meet was on the top floor of Qingshan Plaza. This is An Younan's territory. The prince walked through the halls in vain, walking with fear every step of the way.
He is not afraid of meeting An Younan, he is afraid of meeting those ladies again. When he came here before, those "talented ladies" were hard for him to resist. Now that they were popular on the Internet, they didn't even have a good reputation. He didn't know how to face them.
Fortunately, today does not seem to be an event day. There is neither An Younan nor Caiyuan here, only Duan Xiaosang, sitting in a separate living room like a godfather, waiting for him.
Wang Zixu sat down in front of her. She didn’t talk nonsense, opened her notebook, and got straight to the point:
“I read your “Fire in the Stone.”
“How was it?” Wang Zixu was a little nervous.
“Very professional.” Duan Xiaosang’s evaluation was beyond Wang Zixu’s expectation, “In other words, it’s too obscure. There are not many suitable publishing houses for such a serious work. If you choose wrongly, the final effect will be very poor.”
Wang Zixu showed a worried expression.
Duan Xiaosang tapped on his notebook with a pen: "Don't worry, I will analyze it for you one by one. As long as you make a choice, I can help you find a way. The key is to make the right decision."
Wang Zixu nodded.
“I have selected a total of ten publishing houses, divided into two categories, one is the literary authoritative category, and the other is the emerging marketing category. I will introduce the former first.
“The first is People’s Publishing House. Needless to say, the national-level established literary publishing house is the highest-standard choice. But precisely because they are the most authoritative, they will pay more attention to the author's reputation and...controversy. ”
The prince understood humbly: “They will definitely avoid authors like me who have just caused a big mess on the Internet. "
"It's hard to say, I haven't been in contact with it," Duan Xiaosang said, "The second is Donghai Literature and Art, which is the cooperative publishing house of "Getting". It is authoritative and more suitable for you.
"Then there is the Writers Publishing House. They support new authors. They are originally the most suitable publishing house for you, but there is a problem - they are affiliated with the Literary and Art Association."
Wang Zixu shook his head: "Unfortunately, , The Literary and Art Association seems to dislike me. "
"It's more than just unpleasant!"
The side door of the living room suddenly opened, and An Younan, wrapped in a nightgown, appeared stretching.
The prince looked over and saw that her silk nightgown was slightly open, revealing half of her soft collarbone. It seemed that she had just applied a facial mask. Her face was shiny and moist, and there was a little white light on the tip of her straight nose.
Cat steps were light, and the hem of her fluttering pajamas showed up and down, revealing her white ankles. She walked up casually, with her usual non-obnoxious arrogant expression on her face. When she met Wang Zixu's gaze, she tapped her lips meaningfully with her finger.
Seeing his action, Wang Zixu felt a dull pain in his mouth again, and felt very troubled.
There is no heat death yet, so why do we meet again?