Chen Qingluo said: "I hope she will come back."

Wang Zixu was very happy that Chen Qingluo did not continue to have the topic of mental illness.

If he continues, he must talk about the family history of the disease. He feels that he himself is mentally ill.

Because he felt that normal people would not always see Sartre or Camus squatting beside him.

A street diagonally opposite Qingshan Square is called "There are Qingshan here". When you get here, you will be a fork in different directions.

This means they are going to say goodbye.

"Just separate here." Chen Qingluo said, "It's time for me to go home."

"goodbye."

"When you go to work, tell Ning Chunyan that I want to take a long vacation."

Wang Zixu was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"I have new inspiration. I want to write it down now." Chen Qingluo said, "Actually, I want to run home now and then go into seclusion."

A strong panic and impulse emerged in Wang Zixu's heart: he wanted to keep her; he wanted to hear her say in person that we would see each other again. He didn't want to say goodbye to her.

He said, "Okay, then you go."

"Well," Chen Qingluo nodded, looking like a very obedient child, "Remember our agreement."

"I will always remember."

"Yes." Chen Qingluo nodded seriously again, with no expression on her face, "We are separated from 'There are green mountains here'."

...

Wang Zixu didn't know which agreement Chen Qingluo was talking about, the agreement in "Brothers Karamazov" or the agreement in "I'm with you".

He thought about it for a long time but had no answer. Finally, he thought, in short, he had to remember it. So it doesn't matter which one Chen Qingluo said.

But in fact, there is still something. If Chen Qingluo is talking about the former, it means she reminds him to be loyal, not to deviate from the rules, and to be kind and honest; if it is the latter, it means Chen Qingluo tells him that I don’t care, I will still be with you.

The more I thought about it, the more she became like a thick fog, turning into a shadow, leaving a faint sorrow in the air, and never dispersed for a long time.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, he drove around the city. Pu Yuyang, the editor of "Acquiring", suddenly called and spoke in a very excited tone.

"Wang Zixu has officially confirmed that the seminar on "Stone Fire" will be held at Nanjing University!"

Wang Zixu was a little dazed, and after a while he came to his senses: "Isn't this good?"

"What's wrong with this? This is obviously a great thing."

"Didn't "Yesterday Star" also held a seminar at Nanda?" Wang Zixu thought for a few seconds before coming up with an inappropriate description, "The middle gate is against the sniper?"

"What if he doesn't matter, there are too many seminars held in Nanda. If you want to fight snipers, you are also fighting in groups and eating chickens. Have you ever played the exciting battlefield?"

"No." Wang Zixu didn't want to discuss the unspoken matter, "Why did he suddenly settle down?"

"Aren't you ready?"

“Not done well.”

"Actually, this is not the biggest good news," Pu Yuyang deliberately kept it a secret. "Some people have already confirmed to participate. Guess who they have? You can't guess."

Wang Zixu was a little tired and didn't want to guess: "Since I can't guess why, I'll ask me to guess."

"Hey, why don't you be funny?"

"Who is coming to participate?"

"That's... the general, the famous Gu Zao!"

Gu Zao? Gu Zao, the leader among the young authors? Gu Zao, the teacher of An Younan? Gu Zao, the Gu Zao who was snatched from the headlines?

It's really impossible to guess.

Wang Zixu felt that she was a little too lively and asked, "Are you not in the editorial department now?"

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"I've gotten off work long ago," Pu Yuyang said, "In theory, I should notify you tomorrow, but, as an old classmate, I can't wait to tell you so that you can be happy early."

"Thank you," said Wang Zixu, "but why is Gu Zao? Will Gu Zao come?"

"He is willing, he is willing." Pu Yuyang said, "He wants to see you very much."

Wang Zixu remembered the words of An Younan when he met today, and nodded and said, "Okay."

It seems that An Younan did not lie. Gu Zao really wanted to see him.

"One Gu Zao is more than a stop," said Pu Yuyang. "Gu Zao is the representative of the young author. Guess who else? Tip, lean on your hometown."

Wang Zixu said: "Chen Qingluo."

This was his first reaction. After saying that, he felt a little lost. Her shadow still did not dissipate and emitted high-intensity radiation to him.

She had already said she was going to retreat and probably wouldn't come to attend his seminar.

"No--Yes." Pu Yuyang said, "Guess again."

"Ning Chun Banquet."

"Not right. Isn't she your editor-in-chief? If you want her to participate, you can invite it yourself. Guess it."

"Lin Feng."

"who?"

"You just say it." Wang Zixu felt that he could not hold on.

"Shen Qingfeng."

Upon hearing this answer, Wang Zixu woke up directly.

"ah?"

"You are quite good at playing cards, but I didn't expect you to be so popular." Pu Yuyang laughed, "We just contacted Xihe Cultural Association for a short time, and then decided to allow Shen Qingfeng to participate."

"Uh, this is not good!" Wang Zixu said, "To be honest, Shen Qingfeng and I are a little..."

"A little contradictory?"

There is no longer a contradiction. There is a big contradiction.

"Can you not let him come?" Wang Zixu said, "The scene will be more awkward at that time."

"No! Don't worry! It's okay!" Pu Yuyang said, "The seminar is an occasion where good and bad things must be discussed. It is best to make arguing. The more fierce the argument, the more topical it is."

After saying that, she said, "And you think, Shen Qingfeng has many fans, and it's not that big in the traditional literature world. You can accept his criticism of you with a smile! You can earn a lot of traffic out of thin air!"

Wang Zixu was a little embarrassed: "When will traditional literature also depend on traffic?"

"Everyone wants to have a meal!" Pu Yuyang sounded very good, "Anyway, you can prepare well... But then again, you have nothing to prepare."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zixu was in a trance for a long time.

ah?

Shen Qingfeng came to attend the seminar on "Stone Fire"??

What kind of disaster scene is this?

He could even imagine how embarrassed he would be on the day of the seminar.

But at this time, Chen Qingluo went to seclusion. If she had support, he would be a little better.

After parked the car on the side of the road, Wang Zixu called Lin Feng and told him about this. Lin Feng was having a meal, but when he heard the phone, he ran out without even wiping his mouth.

"Ah? Shen Qingfeng is going?" Lin Feng was shocked, "When did they report it? It didn't come with my consent!"

Wang Zixu was a little worried about his presidential friend: "Don't be underestimated, right?"

"It is unlikely to be overturned. I know this, but I haven't studied the official reporting target yet. Shen Qingfeng must have crossed over to me and asked to participate. Why did they report it without my consent? It's broken, I'm overturned..."

“…”

On the other end of the phone, Lin Feng comforted him: "I will go to confront Shen Qingfeng. Even if I can't stop him from going, I will try to go by myself."

"Forget it, don't come," said Wang Zixu, "What's the use of you? He and Shen Qingfeng are pushing each other? This makes our Xihe Cultural Association particularly disunity."

"But that old guy will definitely be bad for you if he goes..."

"It's okay, he hasn't even appeared in a few authoritative magazines. Even if he says I'm sour."

After hearing this, Lin Feng thought about it and suddenly smiled: "That's right, you are different from the past."

"When the time comes, I will eat his traffic."

"So, I'm looking forward to him going to your seminar. Come on!"

"Well. Come on, too, don't be kept under silence."

"Isn't you the vice president who is missing to help me keep the situation?" Lin Feng felt bitter, "Teacher Li Tingfang stepped back, but the vice president was not convinced by me. It is difficult to carry out the work. I hope you can get back a Feishi Literature Award. You were recommended by me. If you win the award, I have more confidence!"

"Okay, I'll try to win the prize, and you'll also try to win the reportage award."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zixu blew the wind by the river and went home.
To be continued...