Xiao Mengyin said: "I only do one thing at a time. I don't like to be sloppy. If you want to have tea with me, please make an appointment with me earlier next time."

…

After Xiao Mengyin left, the atmosphere at the table became somewhat sad for no reason.

Eighty percent of this desolation was heightened by Xu Rongrong. Because this woman felt that they should feel desolate. After all, both of them were ambitious to win the Fei Shi Literary Award, but they were so decisively defeated by the first prize of the previous session.

The place determines the fate, so the two of them should not be sad.

Wang Zixu actually felt that it was okay. He mainly didn't expect that the opponent he once regarded as a strong opponent for the Nobel Prize turned out to be a girl wearing black lace.

As for the Fei Shi Literary Award, Xiao Mengyin's few words were not enough to dispel his self-confidence. At least in his opinion, his works were better than the previous award-winning works.

But the most crooked thing in the world is that people without emotional intelligence pretend to be gentle. Zhao Peilin was fine at first, but after being comforted by Xu Rongrong, he felt completely bad. He ordered two bottles of beer, his eyes began to turn red, and he said to them

, let’s go out for a walk.

So everyone went outside to a sunny place, and Zhao Peilin began to talk about how he once had a girlfriend.

"I'm so stupid, really," Zhao Peilin blushed. "To her, your fierce persistence is just a sign of lack of sexual attraction. You foolishly hope that your tireless greetings every day can make her happy.

The sense of security is actually a drop in the bucket. Naturally, there is a warm embrace for her to rely on in the cold night. Women are the most likely to find reasons for their transference, but you are trying your best to convince yourself to stick to it, and you deserve to lose."

Xu Rongrong was anxious on the side: "What is the most common reason for a woman to find a reason for her to fall in love with someone else? Are there too few cheating men? In the world, are there more mistresses or mistresses? How can you treat a bad woman like this?

What about generalizing and slandering all women?”

Zhao Peilin said: "The only thing to blame is the lack of strength of all women! Why have I only met cheating women but not steadfast women?"

Xu Rongrong said: "How many times have you been in love?"

"once."

Xu Rongrong said: "Isn't it because you don't know people well? Who made you like looking for scumbags? I am also a woman, why didn't I cheat on her?"

Zhao Peilin sneered and took a sip of beer: "I didn't treat you as a woman."

Xu Rongrong became anxious and pinched his arm hard: "Who do you think is not like a woman? Say it again?!"

The two chatted excitedly, and Wang Zixu and Lu Qingxuan both fell behind. Lu Qingxuan tugged on Wang Zixu's sleeves and whispered:

"Do you think there's something about those two?"

Wang Zixu said: "It's a bit like that."

"Then don't we look like two light bulbs?"

"Kind of."

"Then let's go?"

"good."

The two of them sneaked away.

Then the situation took a sudden turn, and inexplicably, Wang Zixu and Lu Qingxuan were walking alone.

The girl who has just grown up has soft waist and delicate skin, and her gait is like a weak willow supporting the wind. Wang Zixu walked aside and felt like a goose. She was not used to it and wanted to find another excuse to escape.

But Lu Qingxuan spoke first, with a low voice: "My cousin is a very confident person, or overly confident. Sometimes she is a bit arrogant. You don't have to be too superstitious about her judgment. She may not always be right."

Wang Zixu didn't know what topic she was talking about for a moment and said "Oh".

Lu Qingxuan turned to look at him: "Are you going to participate in the Feishi Literary Award?"

Wang Zixu said "Oh" again, he knew which topic he was talking about. Then he said yes, I have written the 500,000-word manuscript.

Lu Qingxuan asked: "Have you read many books?"

Wang Zixu said: "Compared to most people, it's quite a lot."

Lu Qingxuan frowned and repeated what he said: "'It's more than most people'. You know, you and my cousin are also the same type of people. They are very conceited when they talk."

Wang Zixu said: "Ah?"

Wang Zixu found himself often faced with this situation: he thought he had a certain character, but onlookers often thought he had the opposite character.

For example, he thinks he is modest and prudent, but people who listen to him will say you are arrogant; in the past, he thought he was diligent and down-to-earth at work, but his boss thought he was harboring evil intentions.

Later, he felt that he was infatuated and single-minded, and several women said that you were just a playboy.

Wang Zixu's concept of reading has the characteristics of an infinite series: it has both divergence and convergence. Divergence means endlessly diverging reading, as long as you see the name of a certain book, you will read it; convergence means always reading the book.

The content is kept within the "general category of books with humanistic connotations", such as "48 dirty tricks for interpersonal communication in the workplace", "28 good ways to control your boss" and other books that are obviously garbage at a glance, he just

Don't know how to read it.

But even so, the books he has read fill up his house and electronic books and tablets. Even after selling scraps several times, the problem still cannot be solved. So it is an unemotional fact that he reads more books than most people. But

From Lu Qingxuan's perspective, she only felt that he was conceited.

Wang Zixu said: "Let me put it another way. I don't know anyone who has read more books than me."

Lu Qingxuan curled her lips: "Have you ever seen those professors and seniors in the Chinese Department? They read books by looking at the bookshelves and sweeping through them."

Wang Zixu said: "That should be because I read a lot. Of course, reading a lot is nothing to be proud of. I'm just talking about this objective fact."

This sentence sounded equally arrogant to other people's ears, but Lu Qingxuan did not continue to dwell on this issue.

"Someone told me that real geniuses don't read much. Reading other people's books will only imprison your own thoughts. Do you think that's right?"

Wang Zixu said: "According to my experience, most people's thoughts are very poor and do not need to be deliberately imprisoned. Reading can expose you to new ideas and make your thinking broader rather than the other way around. As for whether geniuses need to read,

I don’t know either, after all, I’m not a genius.”

Lu Qingxuan said: "Why did you suddenly become humble?"

Wang Zixu said: "I have always been very humble. I am indeed not a genius. That's why I keep reading."

Lu Qingxuan raised her face and looked at him with interest: "Shouldn't it be the other way around?"

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "That's how it is for me. I've always failed in my submissions before. I don't know if it's because I'm not good at writing, or because I don't understand the rules of the literary world, or it's nothing to do with backdoors.

“This is a very scary thing: you fail and you don’t know the reason for the failure, so you need to keep trying and making mistakes until you get it right. Before that, you will waste a lot of time and hit countless walls.

"The only thing I knew at that time was that as long as I wrote well enough, other problems would not be a problem. The way to improve my writing was to read more and write more, so my goal was to read more than everyone else and write at the same time.

Got more than everyone else.”

After Lu Qingxuan listened, he thought thoughtfully and said: "You are indeed not a genius. In fact, I have been hesitating recently whether I should review professional knowledge or improve my reading. So I want to find someone who reads a lot to learn from. What do you think,

Is reading useful for improving your writing?"

Wang Zixu looked forward: "I don't know. I feel like a basket, and those books are water. After I read them, the water passed through the basket and flowed away."

Lu Qingxuan raised his eyebrows: "Nothing left?"

"No," said Wang Zixu, "only one thing is left, and that is cleanness. The dust has been washed away."

Lu Qingxuan was silent.

Wang Zixu said: "From my experience, this is the only benefit of reading."

The two were silent for a while, and applause broke out not far away.

"Regularly swimming in the world's top living water and constantly cleansing one's heart, how can it be said that it is useless?"

The two turned around and looked. Under the shade of the tree, the white pleated short skirt was like a lotus flower, and the long white legs under the skirt were like jade lotus roots. The girl stood there with picturesque eyebrows and a lively face full of teasing expressions.

"But Wang Zixu, who is not good at socializing, you are quite powerful. Why is it that every time I see you, there is a different beautiful girl next to you?"

When Wang Zixu saw her, he smiled, walked up quickly, and waved: "Ning Chun Banquet, long time no see."

"Haha, it took quite a while."

When Wang Zixu approached, Ning Chunyan quietly rolled her eyes at him and whispered: "My magazine office has almost been decorated. Come with me later to have a look and interview."

Wang Zixu pointed at himself: "I still need an interview?"

"I didn't use it originally, but now I use it." Ning Chunyan looked at Lu Qingxuan.
Chapter completed!