Shi Shuqiu slowly slid over on the bicycle, with an ambiguous smile on her face, as if she was farting in the crowd and was positioned blurred.

"Qingxuan, what a coincidence, I was thinking about you just now."

Lu Qingxuan asked: "What's wrong with me?"

"I miss you-" Shi Shuqiu spoke in a long tone. Before the semantics completely turned to language teasing, he continued, "Are you there at the scene yesterday?"

"What scene?" Lu Qingxuan pretended to be stupid.

"Yesterday's seminar scene." Shi Shuqiu said, "Isn't that video on the Internet popular? Have you noticed any problems?"

"What problem was found?" Lu Qingxuan continued to pretend to be stupid.

"The person who shot that video was among the people attending!" Shi Shuqiu said in a decisive tone from the detective novel.

Lu Qingxuan was indifferent: "Oh."

Shi Shuqiu then said angrily: "That Wang Zixu obviously made a case, putting eyeliners into shooting among the attendees, and then hyped up videos to ignite public opinion... Don't you think it's shameless?"

Lu Qingxuan blinked: "I don't think so."

Shi Shuqiu looked in disbelief: "No, when you see him directing and acting, and then recall his usual face, don't you feel chilled?"

Lu Qingxuan said: "No, it's quite satisfying."

After saying that, she continued to say in Shi Shuqiu's shock:

"At least, Ling Zun offered generous conditions to withdraw from the competition, it was definitely not his own directing and acting, right?"

Shi Shuqiu took a deep breath and said slowly: "Qingxuan, where are you from?"

Lu Qingxuan was surprised: Where did he get the confidence that he should stand on his side?

Not to mention that when standing at the level of a gang manager or a relative, Wang Zixu's words and confrontation with many scholars, Shi Tonghe and everyone wearing small shoes are even more proof;

Even if you help your relatives or not, why is Wang Zixu, a colleague in the editorial department, more close to him, right?

Diao Yiwen said: "Mr. Shi, you are not jealous, are you?"

Shi Shuqiu jumped up like a toad that was poked: "Am I jealous? What am I jealous?"

"Your seminar has few discussions, but his seminar is very exciting. Don't you feel jealous?"

Diao Yiwen just asked casually based on her original intention, but she deeply hurt Shi Shuqiu. He had never suffered such a huge humiliation.

"You're wrong? No matter how you think about it, he must be jealous of me, right? He tried his best to hold a seminar, and I just wrote a random work to attend. Can he do it?

"And the reason why he can become popular in hype is because he can get the popularity of my dad! If I want to get the popularity of me, I will be jealous of him?"

Diao Yiwen laughed "Puchi": "Young Master Shi, don't be anxious, I'll just make a joke."

Shi Shuqiu frowned and said, "Do you think this is a joke? Is it a joke to be decided by the person who listens to it? And do I know you very well? Are you kidding me like this?"

Diao Yiwen also stopped smiling and said in a hard tone:

"I'm not familiar with you, because I don't have to familiar with you. In my opinion, you're just furious because your book loses in popularity to "Stone Fire". Please, if you lose, you lose. It's really a clown to arrange others behind your back."

After saying that, Diao Yiwen asked again: "By the way, what is your book called?"

Shi Shuqiu completely broke his defense. He pushed the bicycle aside, and the poor car fell to the ground with a jingle. He turned around and walked around and then walked back, crossed his waist and said:

"Okay, okay, you're no different from the mobs on the Internet. They are all fence-bearers. You'll just go wherever the popularity traffic is. Do you think he won, right? Wait and see, do you think popularity represents everything? Feishi Literature Award, who will win the first prize when you see it?"

After saying that, he helped the car up and drove it away proudly.

When he walked away, Lu Qingxuan looked at Diao Yiwen and silently raised her thumbs:

"Sister Wen, majestic and domineering!"

Diao Yiwen shook her hair: "What's wrong? Am I talking too much?"

"No, I'm talking very happily, I'm listening very happily." Lu Qingxuan said.

"That's it. He shook his face with me, and I don't have to spoil him anymore."

Shi Shuqiu's father is Shi Tonghe. He grew up listening to the praises. Before meeting Wang Zixu, his life trajectory was smooth, so he was a bit self-centered.

But is Diao Yiwen the same? She has never been raped before she met Prince Xu. Who isn’t a little princess yet?

Diao Yiwen became more and more angry the more she thought about it. She learned from Shi Shuqiu's tone:

"I'm very familiar with you?" I need to be familiar with him? Wang Zixu relied on himself and entered the seminar held by "Get" alone. If he weren't his father, he could have held a seminar? He had some background, so he really thought it was his ability!

"You are just online mobs, are you still thinking about posting, please don't storm online, I want Yuyu? I don't think about it, if his father hadn't been making external tricks first, would he be storm online?

"I know my family did something wrong, but I didn't go home and shrank, but I dared to go outside to arrange others. I couldn't even listen to the truth, and I dared to irritate my temper! I laughed at my sister! I really treated the background as my ability, who hasn't had a background yet?"

Lu Qingxuan hurriedly followed her back: "Sister Wen, please calm your breath, calm your breath."

Diao Yiwen pulled her hand away: "I'm not angry. I'm just really unhappy and just complaining."

Lu Qingxuan said: "It's a good time to complain. What if he really wins the first prize of Feishi and mocks you in turn?"

Diao Yiwen said: "It's not that I'm comparing with him. If I lose at that time, I'll put pressure on Wang Zixu."

Wang Zixu did nothing, and someone helped him get a wave of hatred, which was innocent enough.

Lu Qingxuan observed a moment of silence for him.

...

Every 20 minutes, Shi Tonghe would lie on the bed and observe silence for three minutes for his spine. If he did not follow this process, others would have to observe silence for him. So he asked the nanny to move a mattress to the study.

The bed was an old thing from 30 years ago. The most recent time I slept when I was teaching at Luxun Academy. At that time, Huimin came to visit him once a week, and Shi Shuqiu was on the bed. Later, the bed board became moldy and threw it away, leaving only the mattress.

The mattress was Simmons. When he lay down, the spring whispered, his voice was murmur, but it was strong and powerful, like a small hand firmly pressing his back, making him sigh comfortably.

It's worthy of being an American brand. He wants to.

Simmons is a spring bed. He then thought. Just as Jeep is an off-road vehicle, Santana is a car. A brand has become a synonym for objects, and it enters Cihai openly and forms an era.

At that time, there were very simple things to enter the country, and now the brand is gradually fascinating. When it comes to spring beds, it is Simmons. Just as Chinese writers are Shi Tonghe.

Remuneration, signing, exclusive interviews from writers, million-dollar box office... Recalling the past, the years are thick, but unfortunately the flowers have reopened, and no one is young anymore. He remembered yesterday's seminar and Wang Zixu.

The voices of the human voice, the sound of the recording pen, the shouts of Kong Huaifang's fierce and cowardly voices, Wang Zhongxing stuttered and mixed with dense whispers, reflected randomly indoors, echoing an empty sound, which was extremely harsh.

Shi Tonghe pressed his forehead and frowned hard, as if he wanted to squeeze out this memory with all his strength.

After a while, he got up, looked for slippers on the cold floor, got up, went to the computer, and placed his hands on the keyboard.

The screen is light blue, and the host buzzes gently.

He slapped his eyes with his palm to comfort the gradually dry eyes for a while, and squinted his eyes hard. The words on the screen jumped and appeared, sometimes in a row, sometimes in two rows.

He typed it slowly. But the text appeared firmly on the screen.

For a few minutes, he felt better. But it was indeed an illusion. The pain in his lumbar spine came fiercely, and he rolled and crawled over the mattress and lay down with a bang.

After lying down for a while, Shi Shuqiu's voice sounded from the door.

"dad."

My son walked in, looked at him on the mattress, then at the computer, and said in shock: "What are you doing?"

Shi Tonghe didn't want to be seen like this, so he forced himself to get up and sat in front of the computer: "My third draft is about to be revised. I will print it out later, so you can recite it again."

Shi Shuqiu asked in surprise: "Where is that...the scribe?"

He did not call someone else's name, and finally adopted an inappropriate name.

Shi Tonghe said: "Xiao Liang has his own business, and he can't always work at my house."

Shi Shuqiu said: "You can't write it yourself. Can they send it to me in another person?"

Shi Tonghe said: "What's wrong with me writing myself? I'm not an emperor, and I'm not an emperor in my own hand. I'm writing with voluntarily, and I feel more like it."

After saying that, he paused and said, "You asked you to memorize the first draft before, have you memorized it?"

"Read it."

Shi Shuqiu answered with guilt. No one knows his son is better than his father. Shi Tonghe could hear it as soon as he heard it.

"Let you recite it carefully. After winning this work, you will face many interviews. You have to pick up the content in the book easily, otherwise what do you say when you come to the camera?"

Shi Shuqiu looked around and said to him: "Okay, I understand, I can recite it."

Shi Tonghe pointed at him and said, "Then you recite it now, I will check it on the spot."

Shi Shuqiu finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Oh, Dad! What era is this! I'm still doing this! The writer is no longer as popular as before!"

Shi Tonghe's lips trembled: "What did you say?"

Shi Shuqiu knew that he was unpleasant, especially for his father who had been proud in the past. A drop of sweat appeared on his forehead, his tone became weaker, so he asked for himself:

"Besides, you don't have to continue writing any more. You're just adding extra money to your debut, your debut is amazing. What a good image. I suddenly said I'd like to continue, and I'd lost my style at all."

Shi Tonghe knocked on the table: "What kind of style do you want? What you want is to win the prize! Just with your three-legged cat's things, are you sure you can win the prize?"

Shi Shuqiu smiled: "Aren't the judges all my uncles?"

Shi Tonghe slapped the table: "You don't look like a writer at all when you say this!"

Shi Shuqiu was so scared that he jumped on the spot, his eyes were slightly red, Shi Tonghe's tone softened a little, and said:
To be continued...