"If you can't remember, then you will starve to death!" Wang Zixu spread his hands.

Xiao Mengyin quickly grabbed his arm: "Although I can't remember it, this kindness will turn into a long, thin river, subtly changing the relationship between us. Although there is no way to repay, good and evil will eventually end.

Report..."

In the end, Wang Zixu decided to take her to eat Malatang. It was not because he wanted to repay her, but because she was talking incoherently, and he was afraid that she would freeze to death in the cold November night at NTU.

He realized that this guy was actually quite poor-tongued. She was not always the ruthless character who would throw cold water on people when she was beating eggs. She also had various ways of making people hate her.

Xiao Mengyin staggered, dragging Wang Zixu's clothes along the way.

Her defeated look and embarrassed movements showed that her self-esteem had been penetrated and her arrogance was shattered. Her cold coat covering her superficial figure was torn off, revealing only her weak and empty essence... If the prince

As Xu is Ning Chunyan, he will definitely usher in happy moments in his life. Unfortunately, Wang Zixu is not Ning Chunyan, so he does not feel very happy.

There is a place outside the north gate of Nanjing University that is always filled with fireworks, which is the Fallen Street. The vendors are like weaving, the pedestrians are like hemp, the green smoke rises into the sky, licking the stars and the moon, and the verdant ground is entrenched in this corner; mashed potatoes and meat

Rice, rice wrapped in lotus leaves, thick-cut cheese toast, and crispy grilled egg burgers are all monster food with an attractive aroma and attractive appearance. Once you come here, you can't help but get addicted to it, which makes your body and mind feel heavy.

That’s why it’s called “fall.”

Wang Zixu took Xiao Mengyin into a spicy hotpot restaurant. She skillfully placed two prawns, a crab stick, a piece of fish tofu, a large meatball, a knife-shaped noodles, and five pieces of beef in the cold cabinet.

, five slices of fat lamb, five slices of Chinese cabbage, and finally ordered a poached omelette.

She took the bowl and waited at the empty table. She sat there blankly, her stomach growling, and she didn't talk to Wang Zixu. When her bowl was on the table, she immediately sipped the soup at the edge of the bowl, and then picked up the fat beef to eat.

I got up and looked hungry.

She ate deliciously. Wang Zixu looked at her for a while and said, "I thought you weren't good at eating the food of the civilian student party."

Perhaps because he had recovered a little strength, Xiao Mengyin answered him: "What image do I have in your eyes?"

"A girl who is very literary and bourgeois, like porcelain with gold rims."

"Your description is very stereotypical, but for the sake of you treating me to spicy hotpot, I won't say that about you."

"People are very complicated," Wang Zixu said. "Before you fully understand a person, you can only use stereotypes to generalize. Otherwise, you won't be able to remember who that person is."

"Oh, you are quite a thinker."

"I think the most important task of a writer is to think, followed by writing."

Xiao Mengyin's eyebrows fluctuated, and she stared at him for a long time. Wang Zixu didn't know that this was because he said something similar to what she said today, and he looked at her strangely, thinking that she didn't agree.

Own.

Xiao Mengyin picked up a piece of fish plate with chopsticks and said: "I thought about it today. Regarding your "Fire in the Stone", I think you went a bit too far. Aren't you going to quit the competition?"

Wang Zixu was even more surprised: "Where did I go too far? Why did I withdraw from the competition?"

"Your "Fire in the Stone" was so well written that it went too far."

"As a writer, if you don't write well, it's too much."

"But as a young writer who is just starting out in the literary world, it is extremely excessive to use such an extreme method to overcome the problem without considering the consequences."

"Extreme?" Wang Zixu spread his hands, looking astonished as if he had been accused of murder.

"Why not extreme?" Xiao Mengyin lifted the noodles in the air, the heat rising from the noodles and the lingering air, the edges of the noodles gradually became ambiguous under the light, "Have you watched "Yesterday's Star"? Do you know that "Yesterday's Star" has

How many words?”

"I've seen it, it's 100,000 words."

"It's less than 100,000 words," Xiao Mengyin said. "Last year I won the award, which was also 100,000 words, but he couldn't write 100,000 words. He could only write 80,000 words at most. He also asked me to help him polish it, and the final word count was less than 100,000 words.

Not much added.”

"Oh." Wang Zixu was very unhappy. He felt that writing should be a one-person battle, but Xiao Mengyin made it so normal for her to help polish it.

"He has less than 100,000 words. How many words have you written? 600,000 words. This number of words has been published in "Get". What does it mean? It is equivalent to holding a knife to your stomach and standing in front of you.

The judges of Feishi said in front of me, if you don't choose me, this knife will be inserted from here and pulled from this side. If you don't choose me and choose Shi Shuqiu, it is equivalent to asking Shi Shuqiu to help me correct my mistake."

"Is it that serious?"

"Yes." Xiao Mengyin nodded deeply, "You wrote 600,000 words without hesitation. You are not a careless person. Even if the judges have no intention, they can't ignore your work. On the other hand, it is less than 100,000 words.

With more than 600,000 yuan on one side, you have put yourself and Shi Shuqiu on opposite ends of an extremely unbalanced scale. This procedural game has turned into a large-scale conscience torture scene for the judges. Do you think you can't pass it?"

Wang Zixu was stunned for a long time. Xiao Mengyin seemed to think he was too stupid and said angrily: "Do you understand? I mean you have a chance to win the first prize. It's not that you have no chance of winning. I admit that you have a chance now.

!”

This is good news, but Wang Zixu was not moved and was still immersed in what he just said:

"But, but, that's not what I meant at all. I didn't write so much to win an award. It's just that this work happened to have 600,000 words, and I happened to write it. I didn't do it to compete with Shi Shuqiu, let alone

To torture the conscience of the judges."

The way Xiao Mengyin looked at him seemed to see through his childish thoughts:

"Then Shi Shuqiu happens to be competing with you on the same stage, and he happens to be Shi Tonghe's son, and Shi Tonghe happens to be the leader of the literary world - if there is a leader in the literary world - is it useful for you to plead your innocence to me?"

After saying this, Wang Zixu remained silent. Xiao Mengyin used her fingers to push away the black hair hanging beside her face, and put her lips to eat the noodles.

Wang Zixu felt that this situation seemed familiar. He went back to the time when he first submitted the "Ancient City". So many "just in time" created this situation. If he wanted to solve it, he had to tell himself that it was okay, Shi Tonghe was not that kind of person.

But is Shi Tonghe really not that kind of person?

Now he doubts.

Xiao Mengyin said: "Then, let me tell you something. In the spring of next year, the Literary and Art Association will publish a list of national book collections, and I will also be eligible for the first prize of the Feishi Literary Award. Do you think everything is just right?"

Her tone was very relaxed, as if she was saying, "This crab stick is delicious," and then she added, "Don't tell anyone else this news."

Wang Zixu was suffocated for a moment: "What does it mean to be included in the collection list? To be recorded in the history books?"

"Well, it will be recorded in the annals of history. Don't laugh, this is not a joke. After being included, your works will be stored in the National Library forever. As long as the library does not collapse, the works will last forever and one copy will be passed down forever. This is a national-level honor.

.”

"Then, there should be a next time, right?"

"Yes, there will be a next time, 20 years later." Xiao Mengyin said, "The last time it was included in the collection was 20 years ago, when we sorted out the outstanding literature since the founding of the People's Republic of China. The next time, I guess, will be 20 years later.

whee."

"You are such a ghost." Wang Zixu suddenly became in a bad mood.

"Why are you so fierce? Stop laughing."

Xiao Mengyin finished eating the noodles and said: "The last time the criteria for inclusion in the national collection were very strict, Shi Tonghe happened to have no works included for some reasons. He has won many awards and recognitions, but he did not get this one, so I think,

This must be a pity for him."

"So he would hope that Shi Shuqiu can win this honor."

"So he will do whatever it takes." Xiao Mengyin almost finished the contents of the bowl, "Hey, so I said, you really don't want to quit the game?"

Wang Zixu thought for a moment, then stared at Xiao Mengyin as he drank the soup. After the woman drank the entire bowl of soup, he said to her who put down the bowl:

"I still think that if the judges think that I write well, they will give me the award; if the judges think that he writes well, they will give him the award. It is such a simple thing to select the best in a competition, why should I do it?

Is it like this?"

Xiao Mengyin rolled her eyes: "Haha, according to what you said, everything in the world should be simple, but the world is so complicated."

"Yes, the world could have been very simple."

"Goodbye, idealist, goodbye." Xiao Mengyin wiped her mouth, threw the tissue on the table, stood up, "Thank you for the spicy hotpot."

Wang Zixu stared at her for a while and said, "It's 48 yuan in total. Remember to transfer it to me tomorrow."

Xiao Mengyin hesitated: "Can't you invite me?"

"Since I invited Hao Chengliang to dinner last time and was cheated, I won't invite anyone to dinner unless I have a very good relationship with him."

Xiao Mengyin bit her lip for a while and decided not to ask him what the story was with Hao Chengliang. She sat down, took out a pen from her breast pocket, took out a tissue, wrote a series of numbers on it, and threw it to the prince.

Virtual.

“Add my mobile phone to WeChat and transfer the money to you when it’s charged.”

"Okay." Wang Zixu put away the tissue.

"I will mark you as the stingy Prince Xu."

Wang Zixu originally wanted to retort, but he came up with a very vicious rhetoric, but it was so vicious that he couldn't stand it. In the end, he just smiled with relief and said, "I will give you a note to become the talented woman Xiao Mengyin."

As a result, Xiao Mengyin was quite shocked by his repaying kindness with kindness, and stood there stunned for a long time.

This meeting could basically be said to have ended on bad terms, but Xiao Mengyin provided him with a lot of information, which made him upset. He walked alone on the desolate and desolate street, but Xiao Mengyin called out again behind him.

Lived him.

"Hey, that stingy ghost king."

"I can understand being a stingy person, but what does Ghost King mean? I don't understand."

"Zizixu," Xiao Mengyin ran over and grabbed his sleeve again, "If you don't want to withdraw from the competition, I suggest you go and visit Shi Tonghe."

"Meet you?"
To be continued...