Chapter 232 Through the dense forest surrounded by tigers

Chapter 232 Through the dense forest surrounded by tigers

"Zhuang Die."

Xiao Mengyin read out the pen name on the paper, but there was no change in his expression.

Based on Wang Zixu’s understanding of her, she must have a lot of secret anecdotes to explain about this name, but she didn’t tell them.

Because her current persona is that of a cold, gentle and beautiful...a genius literary girl whom I forgot about later.

Zhuang Die dropped the pen coolly and picked up the hair on his forehead with his index finger: "Senior Xiao Mengyin knows about me?"

"Your "Wild Rose Before Dawn" is so popular, it's hard for me not to have heard of your name."

Wang Zixu felt a little ashamed after hearing this. Xiao Mengyin said that this book is very popular, but this is the first time he has heard of it.

Xiao Mengyin continued: "You got an invitation here just for one book. It seems that the literary world recognizes you very much."

Zhuang Dieli Maung Yixiao: "It's all because of everyone's admiration. Moreover, didn't the person next to you get the invitation to come here just because of a book?"

After he finished speaking, everyone's eyes focused on Wang Zixu.

It was hard to tell whether Zhuang Die’s voice was sarcastic or complimentary, but Wang Zixu felt a little uncomfortable.

Because he knew that he was not invited based on a book. He relies on An Younan. This made him feel slightly inferior and a little unconvinced.

He even had the urge to find "Wild Rose Before Dawn" and watch it on the spot to see how this work was better than "Fire in the Stone".

The female writer next to Zhuang Die looked at him carefully with her big brown eyes, as if she wanted to test his quality through the expression on his face.

The woman is wrapped in a flowing burgundy satin dress, with a pearl-encrusted plate buckle at the neckline tied to the bottom of the collarbone, which just restrains the snow-colored swan neck. Her long hair hangs down around her waist like a splash of ink, and the ends of her hair are rolled up in a lazy arc.

From the moment they met, she said nothing, but looked at everything curiously with exploratory eyes, her eyes clear and moving.

Xiao Mengyin looked at her and said, "You are..."

The woman did not answer directly, but turned around and picked up the pen on the table. Write your name on the sign-in form:

“Meng Xin (Meng Xin).”

Seeing this name, Wang Zixu’s body was shocked. He had heard of this name.

Meng Xin is a modern poet. Her poetic imagination is strange and the imagery is weird. But through the surface structure of tension, you can see the flesh and blood full of tenderness and passion.

Wang Zixu reads very few poems, and has read her poems in many places:

"A silver coin rises and falls in the night sky, and we take turns licking its hot rust. The sound of the tide of BC is engraved on the back, and the year is oozing and transparent as pine resin on the front"...

“Show me those weathering kisses - the archaeological team is discovering more lost grammar from our clasped fingers”...

Wang Zixu doesn’t understand poetry and doesn’t know how to appreciate it, so it’s hard to evaluate how well these poems are written.

But when he read the poem, the impression he constructed in his mind of the poet was that of a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard - how could he have imagined that he was actually a girl with skin that could be broken by a bullet?

Meng Xin dropped the pen and stood back to the original position with her hands behind her back. The position of her feet was exactly the same as before.

Xiao Mengyin looked at her, hesitating to speak, full of fear in his heart.

Beautiful, young, talented, not talkative... This guy...

He has a different personality than her!

Xiao Mengyin also searched her face with his eyes. From a subjective point of view, she was more beautiful, but from an objective point of view, it was hard to say... It wasn't until her eyes saw Meng Xin's chest that Xiao Mengyin breathed a sigh of relief.

At least one place is won.

"You are a man of the hour now," Zhuang Die stared at Wang Zixu, "I have seen your videos online."

"Oh." Wang Zixu didn't know what to say, but felt that he should say something, so he could only say, oh.

Zhuang Die did not give up, and continued: "How should I put it, I feel that you are very arrogant. This kind of arrogance is a bit hard to accept for me who is also arrogant, but obviously the audience likes this. In fact, Your popularity is accidental. If you want to show your face, everyone can become popular on the Internet, but no one does it. ”

Wang Zixu was a little surprised, why, do you want to fight with me now? It's a pity that he has no such interest.

"I agree." Wang Zixu said.

Zhuang Die gave him a playful look. From his point of view, this was Wang Zixu's first admission of defeat. Then he added:

"The topic of this discussion is very broad. If you don't have enough reading, it will be difficult to hold it up. I thought that there would be very few people participating, but I didn't expect that there were so many people."

After he finished speaking, no one took up the topic.

Of the three people present, two of them had a cold personality. The remaining one, Wang Zixu, didn't want to speak. But Zhuang Die obviously talks a lot, and he can even chat with himself.

"I am actually very lucky to be invited to come here. Because I love reading. You, like me, are all writers, and you should also know that reading is actually a very lonely thing.

"The more you read, the more you think, and the more you think, the more you isolate yourself. Whenever I read a good book and return to the human world, I always feel like I am floating in a sea of ​​people. I cannot hear what others say, and others cannot understand what I say. So it was painful.

"My pain only reached a small platform when I read 1 billion words, and reached a peak when I read 2 billion words. Now that I have read 5 billion words, I can only be numb to this pain."

Wang Zixu’s brows almost flew into his bangs. 5 billion words, equivalent to 7142 copies of Dream of Red Mansions. At the rate of reading one book a day, it would take 19 years to read... How did this guy read it?

He looked at the people around him, wanting to find the same confusion on other people’s faces, but he heard Xiao Mengyin say:

“Have you ever participated in "The Strongest Brain"? ? "

Zhuang Die was very happy to be mentioned this: "Yes, have you seen it?"

"No, I have heard of it."

Zhuang Die chattered non-stop: "They said I was knowledgeable, so they invited me to go. In fact, my reading volume at that time was only half of what it is now. I was not invited to be a contestant, but to be a guest. There was a quantum speed reading in that issue..."

The staff reminded them that they could be seated in advance, so they walked all the way, Zhuang Die said all the way.

As Wang Zixu walked, he suddenly figured it out - no wonder Zhuang Die was a little hostile to him, both covertly and overtly.

It turns out that the two of them collided.

 …

An Younan stood on the second floor, overlooking the venue, holding a goblet in his hand, with a light layer of Dry Martini spread on the bottom of the cup.

She held the wine glass with her other hand and danced in the air. Sometimes she was making conductor gestures for playing a symphony, and sometimes she turned into a two-legged man jumping in the air. Her fingertips traced the scalp of Wang Zixu below.

There was a smile on her lips, and a flush appeared on her cheeks. I don’t know if this flushing is due to Dry Martini or Wang Zixu.

“Xiao Mengyin is also stupid. I just took him to the seminar. I don’t think she understood it.”

"What didn't you understand?" Duan Xiaosang praised her at the right time.

"He is just a little fat sheep now." An Younan squinted and said, "He now wants to have traffic and topicality. Now running to this occasion is a natural stepping stone?"

Duan Xiaosang thought for a while and said: "Yes, and he also embarrasses the seniors in public. He has already achieved this. With all the characteristics of a villain in an anime. "

"This seminar will be cut into a video and put on the streaming media. There will always be smart people who will jump up and step on him."

"Won't you remind him?"

"Why do you need to remind me?"

Duan Xiaosang glanced at her tentatively: "That's your little boyfriend. Can you bear to be trampled to shame?"

"Who is the little boyfriend?!" An Younan raised her voice.

Some people in the distance followed the sound and looked over.

Duan Xiaosang lowered his voice: "Oh, I'm not my boyfriend yet."

"It's nothing." An Younan waved his hand, "I feel like you have a big misunderstanding."

"Then what I mean is, it's not easy for you to cultivate an Internet celebrity," Duan Xiaosang said, "If he fails here, Potian's traffic will be cut in half, and he will collapse in the middle. Don't you think it's a pity?"

An Younan shook his head: "I didn't train him. I feel like you still have a big misunderstanding."

After a pause, she said: "I just like to see him suffer so much, it makes people feel inexplicably excited."

Duan Xiaosang had an undisguised expression of disgust on his face.

After a while, she said: "I'm going to be busy building relationships and won't play with you anymore."

As a "copyright broker", the annual Guxuan Salon is her favorite place to enjoy.

“Go, go.” An Younan waved his hand and looked towards the first floor.

Wang Zixu and others have already taken their seats.

There are 12 main seats in the forum, which are distributed in a circle, corresponding to the 12 scales on the clock. When they are full, it seems to be holding some kind of ceremony, which is very solemn.

When the discussion officially begins, if An Younan’s prediction is correct, this roundtable meeting will become a tiger surrounded by tigers for Wang Zixu.

 …

Zhuang Die had been chatting affectionately with them just now, but after sitting down, he inexplicably shrank to the opposite side of Wang Zixu, at 12 o'clock, Meng Xin sat next to him.

Xiao Mengyin turned to look at Wang Zixu. His face was expressionless and his profile was solemn. If you only looked at the top, it would give the impression that he had many serious topics swirling in his mind.

But he had his hands on his thighs and his two thumbs were circling - it can be seen from here that he actually had no idea and was at a loss, which was very difficult.

Xiao Mengyin wanted to remind him not to forget to maintain his personality and strive for more opportunities to speak during discussions. But no one was talking to each other. She hesitated for a moment and lost the chance to talk forever.

Almost instantly, the seats were filled.

Next to Wang Zixu is Xiao Mengyin, on the other side is a woman wearing a forest-style long skirt and a beret, about 40 years old, and on the other side is a man in a suit with a strong academic atmosphere.

Except for them, the average age of everyone attending the meeting is around 40 years old. From this point of view, they are the youngest.

Because it was going to be streamed, the camera was also carried over. There were several cameras, scanning the faces of the people sitting down.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the camera was focused on his face for a particularly long time.

The host’s voice sounded in the room. He was a man with a dark face and a thin face. Wang Zixu doesn't watch variety shows. If he did, he would recognize this person as a well-known host from a certain TV station.

After the well-known host made an opening statement, he announced the start of the discussion. The man sitting at nine o'clock was the first to stand up and speak - the discussion suddenly started while Wang Zixu was in a trance.

The crowd slowly gathered around, and all the seats were filled in an instant.

At first, Wang Zixu wanted to listen carefully to the speeches of these celebrities. He even regretted not bringing a notebook with him, but after listening to the speeches of several people, he felt a little drowsy.

The topic of discussion revolved around "Nobel Prize for Literature", but the speeches of the first few people were overly focused on reading and sharing. They either selected a few important figures to speak, or caught an unpopular character to start the lecture.

Xiao Mengyin just emphasized to him that the level of this discussion was very high. He felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, but he found that he had overreacted.

It can be seen from the expressions of the people listening that this discussion may be really high-level for them, but for Wang Zixu, it is indeed a bit boring.

The order of speeches was clockwise, and soon we arrived at Zhuang Die at 12 o'clock.

"I think the points mentioned by the teachers just now are very good, and they have greatly broadened my horizons. I am very lucky to be invited here and can collide with different ideas.

"Everyone is a scholar, and they should be able to have the same experience as me - reading is a lonely thing. The more I read, the more I feel like a lonely boat floating in the sea of ​​people, unable to integrate into worldly topics, and isolate myself..."

After Wang Zixu listened to half of the story, Little Bear spread his hands and turned to look at Xiao Mengyin, but Xiao Mengyin didn't look at him.

Isn't this what I just told them once?!

Xiao Mengyin pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. Zhuang Die is really using them as his experimental field. He had already drafted the content of what he was going to say, and just telling them again was considered a practice.

He really doesn’t pretend at all.

“…However, the sharing by the teachers just now focused on unpopular authors that are less known to domestic readers. Rather than sharing unpopular authors, I prefer to find new perspectives from some important works.

“So what I want to talk to you about is "Quiet Don", a work by Mikhail Sholokhov.

“He was only 21 years old when he published the first volume.”

After a pause, Zhuang Die’s eyes moved in the direction of Wang Zixu and said:

“I don’t know what you feel from this age. What I feel is a sword light that penetrates the fog of history. Yes, the sword light is sharp. , the cold light of the sword stung my self-esteem.

""The Quiet Don" was written a hundred years ago, but its analysis of human nature is not outdated even today, and the author is only 21 years old. What kind of talent is this?

“What I want to say is that for writers, the most precious thing is talent, not traffic. Talent can stand the test of time.

“I just said that I am honored to be invited, but when I see one of the authors here, I feel very honored.

“This author only made his debut at the age of 30 with a 600,000-word work. He took advantage of the public’s natural distrust of literature and publicly criticized his predecessors to shape his own image and gained huge traffic.

"How can I be honored that such an author is also invited to sit here and discuss the same topic with us?"

Zhuang Die's electric gaze was directed towards Wang Zixu from a few meters away.

At the same time, the camera lens also came over at the right time, giving a close-up of Wang Zixu's face. His entire face was magnified on the projected background screen.