"You have to remember, I only drink three cups. Once I drink three cups, I will be so drunk that I will laugh, cry, roll around on the floor, and then pass out on the spot. Don't let me drink more than three cups."

"I heard that pretty girls drink a lot, don't they?"

"You think I'm pretty?"

"No, it's not important. Do you really only want three drinks? I have very little experience in drinking. You know, I don't do well in the workplace and I don't have much opportunity to exercise."

So Ning Chunyan didn't seem very happy: "I can only drink three cups anyway. If you let me drink more than three cups, it will be your responsibility."

Wang Zixu said: "That's simple. When you come to the table, you can tell me, gentlemen, my little girl just took cephalosporins and drank tea instead of wine. I hope you can forgive her. Now that the legislation is so strict, no one dares to

I have to persuade you hard, otherwise you will have to take responsibility."

Ning Chunyan rolled her eyes: "You think I don't know? But think about it, why do they want me to come?"

Wang Zixu asked: "Why? To watch you drink?"

"In a sense, it can be said," Ning Chunyan said, "Do you know what they did in the afternoon? Shi Tonghe went to play mahjong with us, Li Yuan, and a few others. We won and lost tens of thousands in one night.

"

Wang Zixu was stunned: "Such a big fight? Conveying benefits?"

"No, it's just small money for them. It's just a social means, just like beating eggs. They won't be happy without the money."

After Ning Chunyan finished speaking, he winked at him and said:

"Shi Tonghe's son has been studying at Nanjing University for so long, but their father-son relationship has only been made public by the school today. Why? One is a scholar and a noble person. He couldn't lose face before and found an opportunity to establish a relationship with our school..."

Wang Zixu interrupted: "Why are you not high-spirited now?"

"Wait until I finish. There must be a reason for not being a high school student now. Shi Shuqiu is in his third year of college. He will go abroad to study for postgraduate studies or something else. His father must have paved the way for him in advance. Whether it is to give a speech on stage,

Whether you are competing for the Fei Shi Literary Award, you are just building your resume."

"oh……"

A familiar melody floated in Wang Zixu's mind: I have a - a good father! A good father!

Ning Chunyan continued: "What is the meaning of today's game? We are just an introduction. In fact, we are not important. Shi Tonghe just took this opportunity to build a relationship with the school leaders. It is logical for us to participate and the atmosphere is lively. The protagonist is

Shi Tonghe."

Wang Zixu was a little confused: "Are we lubricants?"

"Yes, you are the lubricant and I am the vase. Do you understand the vase?" Ning Chunyan was as calm as an artificial intelligence. "If I don't drink, will they be happy?"

Wang Zixu felt sorry for her: "Your self-perception is too realistic."

Ning Chunyan said: "Of course."

"But that's not right," Wang Zixu said again, "you have nothing to ask him to do anything, so why bother working so hard? If you want him to stand up for the little prince, this is definitely not something that can be done with just one drink. No need.

Is it worth the effort?"

Ning Chunyan said: "Of course I am not doing it for the little prince, I am doing it for you."

"ah?"

"Aren't you worried that you can't find a place to publish your new work?" Ning Chunyan said, "Isn't it just a matter of one sentence to leave a good impression on Shi Tonghe at the wine table and ask him to help?"

Wang Zixu was deeply moved: "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Ning Chunyan said with a sly smile, "As the official editor of this magazine, you can't be suppressed by just being the number one in the Xihe Literary Society. You have to raise your reputation properly, so that the reputation of our magazine will rise!

"

Ning Chunyan laughed like a thief and made a lot of calculations, but Wang Zixu was still very moved, and decided to go through fire and water for her. A man who knows his best will die for his bosom friend. Even if he was fooled, he would admit it.

The two of them prepared themselves mentally and bravely walked towards the hotel.

Stepping into the door of the private hotel, Wang Zixu tried his best to stay calm, but he was still shocked by the luxury here: from the floor to the sky, there were densely covered with mysterious and profound lines and patterns, which looked like miniature paintings by superb Arab craftsmen.

The handwriting of the master of postmodern structuralism, the gilded fonts floating on the wall cloth, and the fragrance of tulips filling the air. It can be seen that the owner spent a lot of money to make this place look expensive, and then spent even more money to make it look like a very expensive place.

You can't tell how much the furnishings here cost.

Wang Zixu approached Ning Chunyan and asked in a low voice: "Who pays for this meal?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it's not me. If I were asked to A, I would die on the spot." Ning Chunyan's words were unpromising, but it made Wang Zixu feel good.

Shi Shuqiu stood at the top of the stairs, saw the two of them, and greeted them with a smile on his face:

"Ning Cainv, are you here?"

Ning Chunyan looked at him with a decent smile: "Hey, Mr. Shi is here to welcome guests in person?"

Shi Shuqiu smiled sheepishly: "To talk about 'in person' is too flattering to me. All of you who are here are my seniors. It is my duty as a junior to wait for you. My dad also asked me to pay more attention to you."

study."

Ning Chunyan asked: "Study? But I heard Xiao Mengyin say that you complimented me on my beauty behind my back. Is it true or false?"

Shi Shuqiu was even more embarrassed: "This...anyone with eyes can see it!"

Ning Chunyan said: "Is that what I'm asking? Ah, did you say it?"

Shi Shuqiu tilted his head and pretended to be stupid: "Sister Mengyin is making a fuss out of a molehill. This matter is not worth mentioning to Ning Cainnv specifically."

Ning Chunyan snorted and let him go with a smile: "Okay, I'll go up first."

"Okay. There's no one else behind you, I'm going with you."

Ning Chunyan was in a good mood and walked upstairs. Entering the private room, Wang Zixu saw a group of people in suits and leather shoes sitting at a tea seat instead of at the dining table. The atmosphere was solemn, like some kind of ceremony.

Shi Tonghe sat on the top chair, with a cup of tea in his hand, and the girl in cheongsam sat next to him with a gentle touch. Dean Li, Huang Xinghuo and other senior officials were divided into two rows.

Ning Chunyan walked up and carefully sat on the sofa at the bottom. The remaining prince had no seat and could only stand in place.

"...Xiao Ning just happened to be here. We were just talking about which young writers in China are pretty good. Xiao Ning is one of them."

Ning Chunyan waved her hands quickly: "How can I count? What I write is not large enough, so how can I represent the younger generation of writers?"

Shi Tonghe shook his head and said: "I usually never praise young writers. If any young writer gets a compliment from me, I'm afraid he will have to tell people about it every day, and his worth will rise several notches in an instant. But I think you are

It’s worth boasting about.”

Ning Chunyan was frightened: "I don't dare to take it."

"Xiao Ning, I have read your works, and my evaluation is that if you don't speak people's words, you don't do people's things, it's hard to understand if you don't delve into it, and it's hard to enjoy if you don't learn deeply."

Ning Chunyan's expression was a little downcast. She had been preparing for a long time, and she was ready to receive praise, but are you praising me? Why do I sound so angry?

She looked at Shi Tonghe with confusion on her face, but found that his old man's face was smiling and there was no strange color at all. For a moment, she didn't know what he meant.

If you say it was a compliment, his words didn't sound nice; if you say it was a criticism, he smiled very gently; if you say it was a joke, his tone was too serious.

Ning Chunyan didn't know how to react.

Wang Zixu said: "In other words, the articles written by Ning Zhu are more academic."

Shi Tonghe nodded: "Yes."

Ning Chunyan breathed a sigh of relief and cast a somewhat grateful look at Wang Zixu, who had successfully rescued the enemy.

Shi Tonghe asked: "Who are you?"

Ning Chunyan rushed to introduce: "This is the editor-in-chief of our magazine, Wang Zixu."

After finishing speaking, she added: "He is also a new generation writer, and his works have won the Xihe..."

Halfway through her words, the cheongsam girl said something to Dean Li. Dean Li said, "Everyone is here and the dishes are ready. Let's sit down and chat, shall we?"

Shi Tonghe smiled "haha" and put the glasses hanging on his chest on his face: "I didn't even plan to stay for dinner. At my age, I am no longer used to big fish and meat. I just want to eat some simple meals to satisfy my hunger."

Someone came over and picked up his arm and helped him stand up slowly:

"Old Shi, you still need to take care of yourself. You are like the Dinghai Shenzhen in the literary world. Seeing you in good health, I have a backbone in my heart. I don't know how many people care about your body."

Shi Tonghe smiled again: "I'm an old man, and there are always problems when there are problems. But I have been practicing the Diamond Sutra recently, and I have gained some experience. I have tried to be a vegetarian, and I feel that my body has become much lighter and my eyes can see clearly. I recommend it to you."

.”

Everyone took their seats, and Wang Zixu sat at the bottom. On the right was Huang Xinghuo, and on the left was Ning Chunyan. Huang Xinghuo kept silent, but compared to others, Wang Zixu had a much better impression of him. Regarding this seating arrangement,

He relaxed slightly.

Dean Li asked: "Is Mr. Shi studying Buddhism?"

Shi Tonghe said: "The study of Buddhism is profound and profound, and it is the root of Chinese culture. You can't do it without learning."

Dean Li nodded: "Indeed."

Shi Tonghe said: "Buddhism has three major sutras. Speaking of the three major sutras, Professor Huang, do you know which three major sutras they are?"

Huang Xinghuo was waiting for his meal when he was suddenly cueed. He was a little overwhelmed and raised his head and said, "Well, I don't know much about Buddhism."

His main field of study is modern literature. If it were Professor Zhong Junmin, he would definitely be able to say one, two, three, four, five, six, but he can't.

Seeing that the Nanda professor failed the exam, Shi Tonghe couldn't help but feel a little proud. Then he turned to Dean Li and asked, "Does Dean Li know?"

Dean Li also looked troubled and said: "Heart Sutra, Diamond Sutra..."

"No, no." Shi Tonghe shook his head like a rattle, "It's all wrong."
To be continued...