Chapter 250 Hot spring water washes away the fat

Chapter 250 Hot spring water washes away the fat

Cui Xianben was so drunk that he was so drunk that when he heard Vice Chairman Liu’s inference, he shuddered and sat upright.

A writer named Yin next to him interrupted: "Yes, I have heard such a statement too."

Wang Zixu turned his head: "Who said that?"< /p>

“A friend said it.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, claiming that this statement was widely circulated in the Xihe literary world and was even one of the mainstream voices.

Wang Zixu was so stunned that he didn’t know how to answer.

The level of this conspiracy theory is considered to be of poor quality even among the dozens of rumors on the market. But looking at the solemn attitude of everyone here, it seems that they really believe it.

Lin Feng was rubbing his face, secretly cursing these people for their futility. It is obviously my own speculation, but I also want to invent a friend. There is nothing novel and creative in writing a novel, and my imagination can only run wild in this aspect.

He reached out and knocked on the table and said: "I should have emphasized this at the meeting before. The Association for Literary and Art Circles has launched an investigation into this matter. As colleagues of the Association for Literary and Art Circles, we should believe him. Our dinner gathering is not an interrogation..."

Vice Chairman Liu Qingzhou interrupted him and said: "Chairman, we absolutely believe that Comrade Wang Zixu can withstand the investigation, but you see, the results of the investigation have not been made public. Can't we ask privately?"

Li Zhaolin said: "Yes, we believe that Comrade Wang Zixu, otherwise we wouldn't be so face to face. Ask him. "

Lin Feng was not angry and planned to say something, but Wang Zixu said: "Chairman Lin, forget it, this is just an opportunity for me to clarify myself to everyone."

Lin Feng pursed his lips and turned to give Wang Zixu a deep look to warn him to be careful.

Lin Feng knows very well that the abilities of these people here may be limited in terms of achieving success, but they are more than sufficient in terms of doing bad things. If Wang Zixu said something wrong, they might stamp it as "Xihe Literary News" and leak it out, and then the conspiracy theory would become true.

Wang Zixu said: "What I disclosed to the public is basically the whole story of the incident. There was no great being behind me who instructed me to slander Shi Tonghe. He didn't want me to participate in the Feishi Literary Award, so there was a conflict, that's all."

Liu Qingzhou said: "You see, this is the reason for the rumors. There are several unreasonable things in the process you mentioned."

"What is unreasonable?"

Liu Qingzhou said: "Allow me to ask, don't you know the judges of Feishi Literary Award?"

"You don't know any of them."

"You have no friendship with the leaders of the Provincial Literary and Art Association, right?"

"No. "Yes."

Liu Qingzhou said: "Look, most of the judges for the Feishi Award are Shi Tonghe's disciples. If he doesn't want you to win, he can just say something. Why does he have to talk to you in person?"

Wang Zixu fell into silence, and he seriously thought about this issue.

Liu Qingzhou added: "If I were Shi Tonghe, I wouldn't even meet you - it's not that I look down on people - you are just a budding author, not on the same level as him, why does he need to see you?"

After saying that, he crossed his arms high and pursed his lips to look at Wang Zixu's expression.

Li Zhaolin also said: "What Chairman Liu said is a bit ugly, but it also makes sense."

"It's not that it makes sense, it's "Common sense," the writer surnamed Yin continued, "if there is no one behind you, it will be difficult for you to see Shi Tonghe, let alone record him."

Lin Feng clenched his fists under the table.

Wang Zixu comes from a humble background and is unknown, so why would he dare to stand in the same river? If he still wins, it is definitely not his own ability, there must be someone behind him.

What’s the point? Bullshit!

This principle lifts off the golden surface, but inside it is still the rotten logic of seniority.

No wonder Teacher Li Tingfang felt so relieved when she left the Literary and Art Association. These people in the literary association are so unlike her.

Cui Xian observed the situation at the table for a while, and found that Wang Zixu was still silent, and the wind direction was somewhat one-sided, so he came out to refresh his presence, said "Hmm", and agreed: "That's right."

Ning Chunyan frowned helplessly and glanced at Cui Xian with her beautiful eyes.

Cui Xian happened to catch this look, his neck shrank, and he did not dare to speak.

Ning Chunyan picked up the cup and drank the drink.

She wanted to defend the prince, but she could only protest a few times. After all, what people are questioning is Wang Zixu's ability. Before he actually won the literary award, everything he said seemed like bragging.

At this time, Chen Qingluo, who had been silent, suddenly spoke:

"I know who the person behind Wang Zixu is."

Everyone present turned their eyes to her.

Before Ning Chun Yan’s juice was put down, he almost swallowed the cup when he heard her say this.

My old sister! It's okay for you to be offline at other times. What is the occasion now? Why are you going crazy at this moment? ?

Liu Qingzhou seemed very excited. Chen Qingluo is a heavyweight. If a heavyweight makes a big statement, it is worth looking forward to. He quickly asked:

"Who is it?"

"It's me," Chen Qingluo said seriously, "I accompanied him that day. So the person behind him must be me."

"..."

Everyone present leaned back collectively without saying a word.

Cui Xian wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked softly: "So, so, it's you and Shi Tonghe who don't deal with each other..."

Chen Qingluo didn't seem to hear him. Then he continued: "Shi Tonghe had no intention of talking to Wang Zixu about business that day. It was only after I said something to him that he decided to talk to Wang Zixu alone."

Even Wang Zixu didn't know about this. He asked: "What did you say?"

"I told him, 'Because of your obstruction, Wang Zixu plans to give up the book "Fire in the Stone". I suggest you talk to him, because if you let this book not be published, it will be recorded in the history of literature.'"

After speaking, she fell silent, and Liu Qingzhou asked unwillingly: "That's all?"

Cui Xian also asked doubtfully: "That's all?"

Chen Qingluo nodded: "That's all."

Wang Zixu raised his head, and many memory fragments were connected in his mind.

He also wondered why Shi Tonghe offered such generous conditions in exchange for his withdrawal from the competition. After all, he had never asked for anything.

Shi Tonghe told him that he did not want the book "Fire in the Stone" to be buried, so he just regarded it as a lie and did not take it seriously.

But I didn’t expect that there was such a section behind it.

Chen Qingluo never mentioned this to him. Perhaps in Miss Luo's mind, Shi Tonghe's decision was his business and had nothing to do with Wang Zixu, so there was no need to mention it to him.

Liu Qingzhou then asked: "What was Shi Tonghe's reaction?"

Chen Qingluo said: "He said on the phone, okay, he will talk to Wang Zixu."

"Is it that simple?" Liu Qingzhou tilted his head and asked.

"It's that simple." Chen Qingluo was very calm, "He is also afraid of being recorded in the history of literature."

Liu Qingzhou hesitated and said: "Ms. Chen, are you talking too... too..."

He was making a certain shape with his hands, as if he wanted to use it to symbolize the adjective he couldn't say.

In fact, he doesn’t need to say it, most people here can get what he means.

“What a child’s play.” Li Zhaolin laughed. “Shi Tonghe has been writing books all his life. I guess he never expected that he would enter the history of literature because of something like this.”

When Li Zhaolin laughed, several people from the Literary and Art Association present also laughed.

Chen Qingluo’s words, calling it a threat would seem a bit too nonsensical; calling it a joke is culturally difficult to empathize with.

Liu Qingzhou was a little unhappy: "Teacher Chen, we said we wanted to know the truth because we wanted to refute the wild history, but you said something even wilder, this..."

The writer surnamed Yin also said with a smile: "It's really not your fault that we don't believe it. You said that Shi Tonghe offended a new man like Gu Zao. People, it’s normal for him to be nervous when he’s watching Gu Zao win the award. But do you think he’s afraid of Wang Zixu? ”

“Haha, Teacher Chen has a sense of humor...”

The atmosphere was filled with joy. Seeing that almost everyone was smiling, Cui Xian finally started laughing with relief.

Everyone obviously didn’t believe it, but Chen Qingluo didn’t intend to explain anything. Because Miss Chen Qingluo didn't need to explain anything to anyone, she just sat silently drinking juice.

I don’t know when An Younan answered the phone. The volume of the call gradually increased, and finally drowned out the voices of the people at the table, and fell clearly into everyone’s ears:

“…Well, Teacher Gu Zao, you too, Happy New Year… Where is it… ...Congratulations on winning the Guxuan Salon Author of the Year... I am having dinner with Teacher Zixu... Do you want to talk to him? ”

The voices of everyone at the table gradually decreased to inaudible. An Younan put down the phone, pressed the speakerphone, and said to Zixu:

"Teacher Wang, Teacher Gu Zao wants to talk to you, the King of Topics in Zaoyao Reading, Youth Daily Person of the Year, Guxuan Salon Writer of the Year, and a leading young writer..."

Wang Zixu interrupted her application a little shyly: "Okay, okay, I know him."

He answered the phone, and Gu Zao's voice came from the phone: "Teacher Wang Zixu, Happy New Year, congratulations on winning the Guxuan Salon's Most Charming Writer of the Year Award."

When Wang Zixu heard this, he became even more embarrassed and said, "This is just a small award. What is more worthy of congratulations is your 'Writer of the Year'."

"No, no, no," the other end of the phone denied continuously, "'Writer of the Year' is a minor award. There is one every year, so it is meaningless. But your award is different, do you know? Your number of votes hit the Guxuan Salon. A record high in history."

Wang Zixu said blankly: "Really?"

"Yes, more than 170,000 votes, first in history," Gu Zao said, "I heard that Gu Xuan himself is very happy, and you have injected fresh vitality into his salon."

Wang Zixu murmured not knowing how to respond, so he said: "...Good luck."

When faced with accusations, doubts, and insults, he could maintain a tenacious and high-spirited attitude and fight back one by one, but he did not know what to do when faced with praise.

Gu Zao’s voice was brisk: "I admire your book "Fire in the Stone" very much. I hope this book can get out of the circle. It doesn't matter whether you are lucky or meet someone who supports you. Don't be affected by the rumors from the outside world. You have to believe that "The Fire in the Stone" "Zhonghuo" is a book that will definitely go down in the history of literature. ”

Wang Zixu didn’t know whether what Gu Zao said was an unintentional coincidence or intentional. It was as if he had said it to the people at the table deliberately. I don’t know how many people will be sweating after hearing this.

After saying goodbye to him and hanging up the phone, Wang Zixu returned the phone to An Younan, whispered in her ear: "Did you do this on purpose?"

An Younan winked at him slyly: "It's just the right time."

Liu Qingzhou asked loudly: "Teacher Wang, was it really Gu Zao just now? Do you know Gu Zao?"

Li Zhaolin said: "Why did you win the award from the Guxuan Salon? , we didn’t even report it within the Literary and Art Association? I actually only found out about this today!”

Suddenly, the table became noisy again, and the wind changed, all of them were congratulating Wang Zixu.

Just now, a certain writer used Gu Zao as an example to demonstrate that Wang Zixu was not qualified. At this time, it seemed as if he had forgotten about this issue at all. He never mentioned it and instead praised Wang Zixu for hiding his secrets.

Wang Zixu’s character is strong on the outside but honest on the inside. The siege by everyone just now made him feel as familiar as going home, but now the flattery of everyone is like slow cooking, very difficult to bear.

The banquet ended in a peaceful atmosphere. Everyone in the Cultural Association set up a mahjong game with great interest, and shouts echoed in the corridor.

Wang Zixu was not good at this and felt out of place, so he found an excuse to escape. He didn't leave the villa - that would have seemed too deliberately unsociable. He wandered alone in the brightly lit main building for a while, and finally followed Lin Feng's earlier recommendation and walked to the hot spring pavilion deep in the villa.

The hot spring pavilion is independent of the main building and connected by a semi-enclosed corridor. The lighting here is deliberately dim and soft, reflecting the smooth polished log walls and floors, creating a calm and private atmosphere.

He bought swimming trunks according to the instructions at the front desk, and received a hand card and a thick white bath towel. He went to the locker room to take off his clothes, put on a slightly larger blue bathrobe and non-slip slippers, opened the frosted door, and walked into the large hot spring area.

As soon as you step into the door, a moist, warm water vapor with a faint sulfur smell hits your face, and a dense white mist flows among the garden landscaping. The soup pools of different sizes are scattered according to the terrain, some are hidden behind the rugged rockery rocks, and some are half embedded under the pavilions.

What’s even better is that there is no one else here except him, as if the water vapor separates the two worlds, blocking out the more secular world just now.

Wang Zixu picked a smaller soup pool behind a rockery, and without thinking much, he immersed himself in the water. The warm spring water overflowed his chest, and a thick warmth immediately enveloped him from all directions. He suddenly felt his muscles and bones loosening, feeling much more relaxed, as if he had been relieved of all his fatigue.

He exhaled a long breath. The room was empty, but his voice was muffled by the mist, which made him feel very safe. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, leaned against the smooth pool wall, and slowly sank.

After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes and saw a scene that almost made him slip into the pool.

I saw An Younan crouched on the edge of the pool not far from his head, with his small chin resting on his knees, looking at him curiously.

(End of this chapter)