Chapter 247 Group Visit
“It’s not what you think.”
After a short explanation, Wang Zixu never found a chance to talk to Chen Qingluo alone.
On the surface, he was calm, but on the inside, he was as if he was being cooked slowly by a slow fire. He was very uncomfortable. He wanted to find a chance to chat with her again, but Ning Chunyan's eyes were like a torch, always falling on his back.
It was different from what Chen Qingluo thought: he didn’t just say these seven words out of a glorious calmness or a clear conscience. In a hurry, he only found an opportunity to squeeze out these seven words.
He had no idea that Chen Qingluo had once again built a spiritual channel to connect with his soul with just these 7 words. He didn't know that was all she needed.
As soon as she got off the car, Chen Qingluo deliberately kept a distance from him and stood far away. Wang Zixu felt distressed, so Lin Feng came over and whispered in his ear:
"Brother, I forgot to tell you that Teacher Li Tingfang has read you to me several times, and I am waiting for you to go this time."
"Wait for me?" Wang Zixu could not digest the weight of these words for a while, so he repeated numbly.
“You have now become a rising new standard-bearer in the Xihe literary world. She is waiting to take the exam for you.” Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder.
"Flagbearer?" Wang Zixu couldn't control his expression.
Lin Feng is so kind that he is almost naive. Although Wang Zixu's current image in the literary world cannot be said to be that of an "evil heretic", he can still be said to be one that "everyone finds and punishes." When it came to Lin Feng's mouth, he became the "flag bearer".
Teacher Li and Shi Tonghe are both elders in the literary world. If Wang Zixu attacks Shi Tonghe like that, she may not stand on his side.
Taking the exam? You're lucky if you don't get burned on the spot!
Wang Zixu felt desperate. Not only do I feel hopeless about today’s itinerary, but I also feel hopeless about my lame homophonic memes.
An Younan took off her snow-white cashmere beret and looked around. It took her about ten seconds to realize that she had arrived at her destination.
In the old residential building in front of me, there are oil stains under each window, like black tears that cannot be wiped off; the external elevator that was renovated and added to the community is stuck there out of place, like a brand new pen randomly inserted into a broken pen holder.
She began to wonder, is this the place where the "characters who were written into the history of literature alive" that Wang Zixu mentioned lived?
Isn’t the cost-effectiveness of entering the history of literature too low?
Ning Chunyan stood beside her and explained as if she noticed her disgust:
"Teacher Li's husband is a distinguished professor at Yan University, and her daughter is a doctorate returned from overseas. She is not short of money at all. But she insists on living in Xihe, do you know why?"
"Because hometown is the root of Teacher Li's literature. Teacher Li's Xihe is like Mo Yan's Gaomi Her people and her words are all stuck here." Ning Chunyan slowly turned to An Younan: "What about you? You don't belong here. Why are you here? Here? "
After hearing this, An Younan smiled softly: "'You don't belong here', haha, you are the second person to say this to me."
"Who is the first one?"
"He." An Younan pointed at Wang Zixu's back, "I really don't belong here, but he does, so I have no choice but to follow!"
Ning Chunyan said in a hurried tone: "Then tell me, why are you suddenly interested in him? What are your intentions?"
In her mind, An Younan is a celebrity in the clouds and a wealthy lady. It is too suspicious for such a person to suddenly become interested in the ordinary and honest Wang Zixu.
After thinking about it, it can only be that Wang Zixu suddenly became famous recently. An may want to use this traffic to hype up the situation.
But even so, there is no need to chase him to Xihe?
An Younan had no intention of answering her question, and walked forward on his own, turning back and making a face at her: "Just take your time and guess!"
Ning Chun Banquet Stomping her feet angrily, she turned around and asked Chen Qingluo: "What do you think she wants to do?"
"Well..."
Chen Qingluo's voice seemed to be floating in the clouds. Ning Chunyan looked back and found that she had entered the state of abstraction unique to literary creation. Her eyes were wandering, as if her body was here but her soul was in another place.
She asked in a low voice: "Did you suddenly have inspiration?"
Chen Qingluo shook her head and followed the team lightly, falling at the end.
Ning Chunyan couldn’t help but complain: "What happened today? Everyone is weird!"
Everyone followed Lin Feng into the elevator. The disciple who entered the house was very skillful and led everyone upstairs and immediately knocked on the door of Li's house.
The door opened, and the warm air carried the scent of book paper and ink.
It was Mr. Tian, Li Tingfang’s husband, who opened the door. He seemed not surprised that a large group of people came to visit the house to pay New Year greetings.
Li Tingfang himself, on the other hand, was quite new to the lineup that came to pay New Year greetings this time. He put on his reading glasses and looked at each one carefully, especially looking at Wang Zixu's face for a long time.
“Teacher, what’s wrong?” Lin Feng asked.
"Haha, it's nothing," Li Tingfang smiled kindly, and opened the door sideways, "Come in quickly."
When everyone entered the room, An Younan couldn't help but look around. The furnishings in the house are quaint and elegant, with all kinds of books filling every corner. Even the coffee table is dotted with several thread-bound books.
Everyone entered the room and sat down, and the clerk handed over the gifts in due course. After Li Tingfang asked everyone to sit down, she suddenly sighed softly.
"Speaking of it, Lin Feng, this is the first time you have led a group to pay a group visit, right?"
Others may not understand her emotion, but Lin Feng was deeply touched and said sincerely:
"Yes! I remember when I first joined the Cultural Association, I followed you to pay New Year greetings to Mr. Fang Bozhou. I was so nervous. I didn’t even know where to put it. Why were you so nervous? It’s your turn to lead the team from now on.” Li Tingfang smiled and said, “You didn’t expect it to happen so soon, right?”
"This is how the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the dead are like this, one generation pushing another." Li Tingfang looked at Wang Zixu with a smile on his face, "There are a few new faces this time, won't you introduce them?"
Lin Feng quickly stood up and introduced: "This is Wang Zixu, our new vice-chairman of the Cultural Association, the first prize winner of the last Xihe Cultural Association."
Strictly speaking, this is not the first time they have met. They met at the last literary association to award awards. But this was the first time that Wang Zixu met Li Tingfang as vice chairman.
Mr. Tian, Li Tingfang’s husband next to him, smiled, holding walnuts in one hand and pointing at Wang Zixu with the other: “I have seen this person before.”
He paused and continued slowly: "The Internet said he is a 'literary assassin.'"
The sweat on Wang Zixu's back suddenly broke out.
The word "assassin" is a bit ridiculing on the Internet, but if older people say it seriously, it will sound particularly sinister and vicious.
Lin Feng laughed twice: "Prince Xu, he... has been quite popular on the Internet recently. But on the Internet, you can't trust everything when it is true or false..."
Mr. Tian clattered his walnuts and laughed: "True or false? Is 'Literature' real, or is 'Assassin' real?"
Teacher Li’s overseas returnee daughter next to her also laughed and chimed in: “I didn’t expect that an Internet celebrity would actually come to my humble home.”
Lin Feng was speechless for a moment and could only continue to laugh.
There was no smile on Li Tingfang’s face. She stared at Zixu and said, “Zixu, I’ve heard your name countless times recently. To be honest, my ears are almost numb.”
The prince's heart tightened when his name was called, and he blurted out: "...I'm sorry."
This was a really funny answer, as if it was his fault that Li Tingfang had calluses on his ears. An Younan couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
Li Tingfang turned to her and asked: "This girl is..."
An Younan straightened her body, took the initiative to stand up, and said sweetly:
"Teacher Li Okay, I'm Wang Zixu's sister. I'm not a writer, I just came with him to meet the literary idol." Upon hearing the word "sister", Ning Chunyan glanced at An Younan and Zizixu's faces several times with a strange expression.
Sister? She questioned silently with her eyes.
Wang Zixu quickly looked away and pretended not to see it.
Li Tingfang smiled and said: "Literary idol? Have you read my book?"
An Younan blinked: "Although I haven't read your masterpiece, you are my brother's idol, so naturally you are also my idol!"
Li Tingfang glanced at Wang Zixu: "I am his idol? How did he praise me?"
"He said, you are a towering figure in the history of literature. The monument is a person who can go down in history. "
"Oh," Li Tingfang chuckled, "This is all just talk. Your brother doesn't even look down on Shi Tonghe, so what kind of idol am I?"
Wang Zixu quickly explained: "Teacher Li, about Shi Tonghe..."
Li Tingfang waved his hand and interrupted directly: "I don't want to hear the explanation. I just want to ask you, Shi Tonghe now regards you as a thorn in his side, and as long as he still has a voice in the literary world, he will not make it easy for you. What are you going to do if you are suppressed by such a senior?"
Wang Zixu repeated dryly: "...What should I do? "
Li Tingfang took a sip from the tea cup, her tone calm but with invisible pressure: "To put it bluntly, you have never thought about resigning as vice chairman and simply withdrawing from this circle?"
The originally lively room was silent, and the kettle in the kitchen began to hum quietly.
This is not a topic that should arise at the New Year reunion.
None of the accompanying clerks and reporters expected Li Tingfang to speak so straightforwardly, and they knew little about Wang Zixu. At this time, they all listened nervously and excitedly to the conversation between the two.
After listening to Li Tingfang’s question, Wang Zixu’s anxious heart calmed down. He said:
“The position of vice chairman is not appropriate, and I don’t have to squeeze into the literary circle.”
After a pause, he continued: "But I will not stop writing."
Li Tingfang said: "Even if I can't win awards or publish in the future, should I continue writing?"
"Keep writing."
Li Tingfang asked: "Since you are so persistent, why didn't you avoid his son when you first voted for Feishi? Then it won't be so tense now."
Wang Zixu said: "If he is not confident that his son will win the prize, then he should avoid me."
Mr. Tian's walnuts clicked in his hand.
"Okay," Li Tingfang said, "The fact that you are so determined means that the position of the vice chairman is well arranged."
Wang Zixu didn't react at all, but Lin Feng next to him was relieved before him: "Teacher, you scared me to death!"
Li Tingfang smiled and said: "Some time ago, the province called me several times, just talking about this Wang Zixu."
Lin Feng was surprised: "The province? Provincial Cultural Association? Why didn't you tell me?"
Li Tingfang said: "Didn't you tell me too? They should I asked you to give Prince Xu an a sanction and suspend him, right?"
Lin Feng sweated on his forehead: "Yes..."
Li Tingfang said: "I know you have a good relationship with him, and you have already taken the pressure, so there is no need for me to talk to you anymore, which will only add to the trouble."
After saying that, she smiled again: "Besides, what's the use of them putting pressure on me, a retired old man? I just thought they were farting, and passed easily."
Wang Zixu was a little surprised. It was the first time he knew that behind that incident, so many people were helping him bear the pressure.
He felt grateful to Lin Feng again.
Lin Feng said: "Teacher, what do you think about this matter?"
Li Tingfang said: "I don't know the merits of the matter, and I can't comment, but when it comes to the matter of suspension, they have not suspended Shi Tonghe, so why should we suspend Wang Zixu?"
After saying that, she rolled her eyes, feeling lively and inappropriate for her age.
After hearing her words, Ning Chunyan stretched out his hands, clapped softly and cheered: "Teacher Li speaks so domineeringly! It makes people feel good to hear it!"
Li Ting Fang said: "That's right. They said that there is a lot of public opinion on the Internet. No matter who is right or wrong, Wang Zixu should be suspended first to give an explanation to the public.
"I retorted on the spot, why not suspend Shi Tonghe? We in Xihe are a small place, but we are not spineless and can be bullied by you. When did you suspend Shi Tonghe? Let’s talk about Wang Zixu’s suspension again! "
Ning Chun Yan became more and more admiring and clapped even more vigorously: "Well said! ”
Li Tingfang looked at Wang Zixu and said, "That's why I wanted to test you just now. We Xihe literati don't have to have money, but we have to have a strong backbone. If we scare others, we will scare them, so what else can we write about?"
Wang Zixu deeply felt that Li Ting Fang lived clearly and said: "What you said is absolutely true."
Li Tingfang said: "I am not a protector. My friendship with Shi Tonghe is much deeper than with you. We were classmates in the same class in Luyuan before."
A nostalgic expression appeared on her face, and she said: "That was 30 years ago. Shi Tonghe was about the same age as you are now, and he came from a small place. He had stronger self-esteem than anyone else, refused to admit defeat, was modest on the surface, and could talk to everyone, but when it came to words, he was like a different person. He was extremely proud of his own words."
After speaking, she sighed: "To be honest, with his character when he was young, I don't believe he would do such a thing. Maybe as he gets older, people have become greedy and narrow-minded. I don't know if everyone is like this."
She seemed to have thought of something else, and suddenly stopped talking.
Lin Feng said: "Teacher Li, Shi Tonghe is an incompetent son. He wanted to pave the way for his son, so he became like this."
Next to Li Tingfang’s daughter who had returned from overseas said: “Oh, you mean, if I don’t succeed, my mother will become like that?”
“No, no…”
Lin Feng was so amused that he didn’t know what to do, and everyone laughed.
Li Tingfang stood up, like a general looking at his soldiers, looked around at everyone, nodded and said:
"Okay, very good, Lin Feng, now The lineup of the Xihe Literary Association is getting stronger and stronger."
Lin Feng said: "Yeah, maybe many years later, when I look back on this day, I will be surprised that there are all literary giants."
Li Tingfang ignored him and continued her own rhythm: "A genius like Xiao Ning can run a magazine with great success in this era..."
Ning Chunyan stuck out his tongue and made a face.
“...and there is a genius like Chen Qingluo, she is simply a born writer.”
Everyone looked at Chen Qingluo, but found that she was a little wandering and had other thoughts.
“…and Wang Zixu, a newcomer with unlimited potential. And you, my Guan disciple.”
Lin Feng was embarrassed to touch his head.
Li Tingfang turned to Wang Zixu and said in a serious voice: "Wang Zixu."
Wang Zixu Yilin: "Yes, I am here."
"You must win the Fei Shi Literature Award." Li Tingfang said.
“Okay.” The prince replied insincerely.
"The more Shi Tonghe attacks you, the more you have to step on his incompetent son, get a Fei Shi Literary Award, and prove to everyone that you have this ability."
"Okay." The prince nodded blankly.
…
After the group visit was over and everyone left, Li Tingfang’s house became deserted.
Teacher Li’s daughter said: “Mom.”
"What?"
"I really wanted to complain just now," she said, "You said you wanted Wang Zi to get the award in vain, can he get it? This award is not something you can just take."
Li Tingfang pushed up her glasses: "Why, you don't agree. Do you believe he can win? "
The daughter smiled bitterly: "It's not a question of disbelief. No matter how good "Fire in the Stone" is, this award will be awarded based on many factors. If Shi Tonghe interferes, how will he win the award? "
Li Tingfang did not answer.
What she didn’t reveal in front of everyone just now was that after Wang Zixu attacked Shi Tonghe at the seminar, they asked "Fire in the Stone" to be read. Their whole family had already been readers of "Fire in the Stone".
If it had been two years earlier, she might have had some influence on the Fei Shi Literary Award. Not to mention letting "Fire in the Stone" win the award, at least the selection can be made fair.
But now, she has retired. Feishi Youchun is an award from the East China Sea. She is rooted in Xihe, and it is difficult to speak there.
That’s why she only said those words to Wang Zixu.
She can no longer influence the selection results like the Xihe Literary Society.
Wang Zixu can only rely on himself.
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