Chapter 231 Personality
"What kind of personality do you have?" Xiao Mengyin blinked and asked.
Sometimes as soon as your opponent makes a move, you will know which sect he belongs to.
But Wang Zixu was still a little dissatisfied, so he leaned his head over, imitating Xiao Mengyin and lowered his voice and said:
"How do you know I have a persona?"
Xiao Mengyin and his foreheads were almost touching: "You raise your head and scan the scene, yes, scan the scene...finished? Let me ask you, among the people present, which one has no one?"
"Do I have to be like others?"
"...If you are different from others, why are you so dressed up?"
Xiao Mengyin looked him up and down, then couldn't help but raise her face and stared at his face twice.
This shows that “handsome and handsome” is something she insists on for the sake of face, and “handsome and unrestrained” should be closer to her true thoughts.
In fact, as a man with a height of 182 centimeters and a weight of nearly 80 kilograms, it is not an exaggeration to say that Wang Zixu is "mighty and majestic". He can wear any clothes to a better effect.
It’s just that he doesn’t like to dress up deliberately. The main reason for not dressing up deliberately is because of low self-esteem.
When he was a child, he developed early, was tall, and had a docile temperament. Therefore, those who disliked him combined his personal life experience and physical characteristics and called him a "motherless savage." This caused considerable psychological trauma to him.
There are many reasons for the prince’s low self-esteem. Anyway, by the time he reached the end of high school, he was dejected every day, and his height of 1.8 meters looked like he was only 1.7 meters tall.
Xiao Mengyin knew nothing about this history. He only felt that Wang Zixu today had a new look, and whispered: "So, what kind of personality do you have? Tell me."
Wang Zixu said: "I am a literary knight."
"Pfft!"
Xiao Mengyin laughed so hard that the flowers trembled. Wang Zixu looked at her with a mix of embarrassment and Bomin, feeling that he was embarrassed to have said this, and Xiao Mengyin was adding insult to injury. Besides, is it that funny?
"I'm sorry, I just can't help it... Whoa... Literary Knight, haha, Literary Knight!"
After Xiao Mengyin finished laughing, he reached out and wiped a small teardrop from the corner of his eye with his little finger, cleared his throat and said:
"This character is pretty good, consistent with what is popular on the Internet. Duan Xiaosang is quite reliable."
"Then why are you laughing?"
"Someone introduces himself as a literary knight in front of you. Isn't that funny?"
Wang Zixu glanced at her and asked: "Then what is your personality?"
Xiao Mengyin said calmly: "A young, maverick, beautiful but transparent, cold but gentle, a talented literary girl who combines talent and beauty."
“You have repeated your beauty twice.”
“For emphasis.”
Xiao Mengyin’s thickness of skin shocked Wang Zixu, and he couldn’t laugh even if he wanted to.
But in this case, he was a little curious about the character design of Ning Chunyan - there must be at least three "beauties" in it, right? Chen Qingluo may have more than twenty.
Of course, the above is based on his personal subjective judgment and cannot represent the mainstream opinion.
The two walked through this exhibition area.
Under the illumination of golden spotlights, the twinkling book pages are held by transparent nylon threads and suspended in the air;
The bookshelves that lie shyly surround the next exhibition area like the walls of Suzhou gardens. The bookshelves are filled with works by recent writers, including "Yesterday's Star", but not "Fire in the Stone".
Wang Zixu said: "I'm still confused. It's a character, how should I show it? Should I just bring someone over to chat?"
Xiao Mengyin said: "Oh, it's okay to be confused. I was also confused when I came here for the first time. I went home and reviewed it for a long time. This time I have experience."
"Would you mind following me? I will definitely repay you by sharing your experience in the future."
"That's you, I definitely won't tell anyone else," Xiao Mengyin winked at him, "I will do it every year in the salon. There are several theme seminars, and most authors will participate. Your goal is to speak as much as possible at the meeting. "After that, Xiao Mengyin said: "Note that this seminar is not a closed-door discussion. Almost everyone who participates in the salon will pay attention to the discussion, and the editors I am working with now are the ones I met at the salon last year."
Wang Zixu thought for a while: "So, discussion is a performance?"
"That's right."
"So what topics are there this year?"
"Look~"
Wang Zixu looked in the direction of Xiao Mengyin's finger. Not far away, translucent silk hung from the air, and golden light formed sentences from "A Dream of Red Mansions" flowing on it. A display board hanging low read:
"The Tower of Babel of Fiction and Reality - Analysis of the Nobel Prize's Centenary Writing Genealogy and Reading Guide"
After Wang Zixu read it, he was silent for two seconds and commented:
“Isn’t this a professional counterpart?”
“Ah? What is your major?” Xiao Mengyin looked back at him.
"No, that's not what I mean." Wang Zixu said, "I will participate in this."
He was about to go that way, Xiao Mengyin pulled him: "I said wait."
"Are you sure you don't want to think about it carefully? I'll do it first. Let me remind you, there are no mediocre people here, and the people who are listening are experts and have a high level of discussion. You need to know the topic well. It will be embarrassing if you show up and are found out."
Wang Zixu turned around and asked, "How much do you need to know about the Nobel Prize to join the discussion?"
Xiao Mengyin thought for a while: "You must at least understand the works of Nobel Prize winners in the past five years... no, the last ten years, right? At least everyone must read one masterpiece, right?"
Wang Zixu asked: "Is a hundred years enough?"
"What did you say?"< /p>
“Nothing.”
…
Chen Qingluo entered the hall and looked around for a long time, but did not see the figure who was cuddling just now. The back figure that looked like Wang Zixu was not seen either, as if a drop of water disappeared into the water.
At first she felt that her steps were slow and she couldn't keep up. Later, she began to wonder if she was a little suspicious and whether she had seen it wrong.
Chen Qingluo is a determined woman, but that doesn’t mean she won’t have self-doubt.
Editor Zhang Ruofei was still following her obediently. Chen Qingluo stared at him for ten seconds. Before the other person started to think about it, Chen Qingluo finally said:
"Go and play by yourself."
Zhang Ruofei felt that he was being treated like a child and stared: "Huh?"
"You can hold your own activities," Chen Qingluo said, "You don't have to follow me."
Zhang Ruofei shook his head: "It's okay. Apart from you, I don't have any other activities of my own. It's great to just follow you around and take a look."
After saying that, Zhang Ruofei felt a little happy himself. He felt that his writing was very good, but Chen Qing Luo sighed and gave up the euphemism:
"Don't follow me. I have something to do."
After driving away the dejected Zhang Ruofei, Chen Qingluo walked through the crowd and took the elevator next to the hotel to the second floor.
Chen Qingluo has a long relationship with Guxuan Salon. Not long after her debut, she was invited as a minor genius literary girl, becoming the youngest participant in the history of Guxuan Salon.
But she doesn’t have much experience participating in salons, only twice. First time and this time.
It’s not that she didn’t receive an invitation during this period, it’s that she declined the invitation.
She doesn’t really like masquerades, nor is she willing to perform in front of a crowd, nor does she like being surrounded by a group of celebrities who are older than her and being coaxed and played like a child.
Of course, no one stopped treating her as a child a long time ago. But people's laziness has inertia, so she never responded to the invitation.
The woman in front of her said: "Mr. Gu Xuan hasn't come yet..."
Chen Qingluo said: "I can wait."
The woman smiled apologetically: "I don't know Mr. Gu Xuan's schedule very well. I can't say whether he will come today."
Chen Qingluo asked: "Won't he come to his salon?"
Chen Qingluo fell into silence, and she felt herself frowning slightly.
In fact, she can control it and not frown. It's just that she feels that frowning now can put a little pressure on the other party and let him think of a solution. It's a tactic she uses when she doesn't want to talk, and it's become instinctive now.
Sure enough, the woman in front of her became even more flustered, stretched out her hand and said: "How about you visit our salon first, and I will tell you when I contact Mr. Gu."
Chen Qingluo hesitated for a moment, nodded, and walked out of the glass door.
Outside the door is an empty porch, which extends far away. Directly opposite the door, many seats are neatly arranged, but now they are empty.
Directly below these rows of seats, you can see a seminar where the seats are arranged in a circle. The title of the seminar is "The Fictional and Real Tower of Babel - Analysis of the Nobel Prize's Centennial Writing Genealogy and Reading Guide".
Looking through the pages of the book hanging in mid-air, Chen Qingluo did not find anyone interested, so she turned her head and returned to the glass door.
“I’ll just sit here. There’s no one outside that interests me.”
The woman brought tea and pretended to be busy at the front desk for a while. After a long time, she suddenly raised her head and said softly:
"Do you have anything important? I'd better call Mr. Gu Xuan to inform him."
Chen Qingluo didn't know what she was thinking about, so she hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to call her boss, but she could understand.
She stretched out her hand in a please gesture.
The woman walked out of the door in high heels. Soon after, she came back and said to Chen Qingluo:
"Mr. Gu Xuan said to come right away."
It can be seen from the arrangement of seats that Xiao Mengyin did not lie. There will indeed be a lot of audience for this discussion.
After Wang Zi signed his name falsely, he handed the sign-in form to the staff. It was a curly-haired man with a work badge and a white shirt, with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms.
"After signing this, you are deemed to have agreed that your speech will be edited and broadcast in the form of video, audio, and text. Our external communication is non-commercial and generally does not generate income. If income is generated, it will belong to the organizer. Please check the details carefully."
Wang Zixu just glanced at it and did not read it seriously. Xiao Mengyin followed behind and took the sign-in form.
He asked: "Have you decided to participate in the issue here?"
Xiao Mengyin nodded coldly: "I am more interested in this side."
She is very dedicated. In front of others, she maintained her persona and instantly seemed aloof.
In fact, she did not participate in other topics, mainly because she was not familiar with other topics. Besides, the other sessions were in the afternoon, so she could finish this one and then decide whether to participate in the next ones.
The man in charge of registration suddenly asked:
"By the way, are you Wang Zixu, the one who is very popular on the Internet recently..."
Wang Zixu nodded: "It's me."
A smile flashed across the man's face and his lips pursed. It's hard to tell whether the expression was joyful or mocking.
Xiao Mengyin glanced at him and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the prince introduced himself as a "literary knight" without any hesitation.
Wang Zixu was a little unhappy.
He knew that the people who came to the salon were all well-known writers with high qualifications. He was able to come here ostensibly because of the popularity on the Internet, and he was an Internet celebrity.
Having an Internet celebrity among a group of well-known writers is like standing out from the crowd. It is normal for others to quietly look down on them.
Wang Zixu didn’t say anything. He turned around angrily and came face to face with a man and a woman walking towards him. Both sides were stunned.
The other party was the "golden girl" whom I saw with Lu Chaoyuan in the parking lot before.
Lu Chaoyuan is Shi Tonghe’s apprentice and is now the director of the Office of the Cultural Association. The title "director" may seem inconspicuous, but with the addition of the three words "office", it becomes completely different.
The office is generally the central organization that maintains the operation of an organization, equivalent to the military aircraft department. The military aircraft department serves the emperor, and the office serves the leaders. The office director is the big housekeeper, who oversees the central operation and arranges all matters.
In an organization, deputies serve the principal, and each deputy is responsible for his or her own work. However, the office director must be very detailed and know the work trends of each leader. He is an important position among important positions, and his level is naturally not low.
The fact that the two of them were able to let him come to see them off in person showed that they were key training targets of the Association for Literary and Art Circles. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the Association for Literary and Art Circles valued them extremely.
Considering his personal relationship with Shi Tonghe, one can imagine the attitude of the two towards Wang Zixu. If they also come to participate in this discussion, it will be a bit embarrassing if they are cheek to cheek.
The prince thought so much in a blink of an eye that the two of them had already passed him and went to the front desk.
"Hello, we want to participate in the discussion."
The staff handed over the sign-in form: "Please sign after reading the instructions. Please note that this discussion will be streamed on the media. Once you sign, you will be deemed to have agreed to our use of video, audio, text, etc..."
He introduced what he had just said to Wang Zixu again, and the golden boy listened attentively. The man raised his head and asked:
"Should I sign with my real name or a pen name?"
"It is best to use your main pen name." The staff said, "You can put a bracket after the pen name and write your real name inside."
< br>The golden boy raised his pen high, waved it gracefully, and wrote two words on the sign-in form behind his ear in a sharp and elegant handwriting:
"Zhuang Die."