"Zhuang Die."

Xiao Mengyin pronounced the pen name on the paper, but there was no change in expression.

Judging from Wang Zixu's understanding of her, she must have a bunch of secrets about this name to explain, but she did not say it.

Because her current character is cold, gentle and beautiful... the genius literary girl I forgot later.

Zhuang Die threw down the pen casually and raised the hair on his forehead with his index finger: "Senior Xiao Mengyin knows me?"

"It's hard for me not to hear your name before the dawn."

Wang Zixu felt a little ashamed after hearing this. Xiao Mengyin said that this book was very popular, but this was the first time he heard it.

Xiao Mengyin continued: "You got the invitation here with just one book. It seems that the literary community highly recognizes you."

Zhuang Die smiled politely: "It's all for everyone to love. Moreover, the one around you also received an invitation to come here with just one book?"

After he said that, everyone's eyes focused on Wang Zixu.

Zhuang Die's voice could not be heard as sarcastic or complimentary, but Wang Zixu felt a little uncomfortable.

Because he knew that he was not invited by a book. He relied on An Younan. This made him feel a little inferior and a little dissatisfied.

He even had the urge to find "Wild Rose Before Dawn" to see how this work is better than "Flame in the Stone".

The female writer beside Zhuang Die looked at him carefully with her big brown eyes, as if she wanted to test his appearance through the expression on his face.

The woman was wrapped in a burgundy satin dress like a cloud. The neckline was covered with pearls and tied to the bottom of the collarbone, just holding the snowy color of the swan's neck, and the long hair fell to her waist like ink, and the ends of her hair were curled up in a lazy curve.

Since the meeting just now, she said nothing, but just looked at everything curiously with her exploratory gaze, her eyes clear and moving.

Xiao Mengyin looked at her and said, "You are..."

The woman did not answer directly, but turned around, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote her name on the sign-in form:

"Meng Xin (Meng Xin)."

Seeing this name, Wang Zixu's body was shocked. He had heard of this name.

Mengxin is a modernist poet. Her poetry has strange imagination and bizarre images, but through the surface structure of tension, you can see flesh and blood full of tenderness and enthusiasm.

Wang Zixu reads very little poetry, and has also read the poems she created in many places:

"A silver coin floated in the night sky. We took turns licking its hot rust. The back was engraved with the BC's tide sound, and the front was oozing, and the year as transparent as rosin"...

"You point me out the weathered kisses - the archaeological team is unearthing more lost grammar from our tight fingers"...

Wang Zixu does not understand poetry and cannot appreciate it, so he is difficult to evaluate how these poems are written.

But when he read the poem, the impression he constructed in his heart was that he was a middle-aged man with a beard. He didn't expect that he was a girl with a shattered skin?

Meng Xin threw down her pen, stood back on her back with her hands behind her back, and the position where she stood with her feet was no different from what she had just done.

Xiao Mengyin looked at her, wanting to speak but stopping, and her heart was filled with fear.

Beautiful, young, talented, not talkative... This guy...

I had a role in a relationship with her!

Xiao Mengyin also searched her face with her eyes, and looked subjectively, she was more beautiful herself, but from an objective perspective, it was hard to say... It was not until her eyes saw Meng Xin's chest that Xiao Mengyin breathed a sigh of relief.

At least one place was won.

"You are a storm now," Zhuang Die stared at Wang Zixu, "I have seen your videos online."

"Oh." Wang Zixu didn't know what he should say, but he felt that he should make a sound, so he could only say, oh.

Zhuang Die did not give up and then said, "How to say it, I feel that you are very arrogant. This kind of arrogance is a bit difficult for me who is also arrogant, but it is obvious that the audience is very fond of this. In fact, your popularity is an accident. If you want to show your face, everyone will become popular online, but everyone has not done so."

Wang Zixu was a little surprised. Why, do you want to fight with me now? Unfortunately, he doesn’t have this interest.

"I agree." Wang Zixu said.

Zhuang Die looked at him playfully. From his perspective, Wang Zixu gave in first. Then he said:

"The topics of this discussion are very broad, and it is difficult to hold on without reading. I thought there would be quite few people participating, but I didn't expect there were so many people."

After he finished speaking, no one took the initiative.

Among the three people at the scene, the two of them were both cold-hearted. The only one left was Wang Zixu who didn't want to talk. But Zhuang Die obviously talked a lot and could talk to him.

"I'm actually very glad to be invited to come here. Because I love reading. You are writers like me, and you should also know that reading is actually a very lonely thing.

"The more I read, the more I think, the more I think, the more I think, I will isolate myself. Whenever I read a good book and return to the world, I always feel like I am floating in the sea of ​​people. I can't hear what others say, and I can't understand what I say, so it's very painful.

"My pain is just a small platform when I read 1 billion words, and when I read 2 billion words, it reaches a peak. Now I have read 5 billion words, and I can only be numb to this pain."

Wang Zixu's brows almost flew into his bangs. 5 billion words, equivalent to 7,142 Dream of the Red Chamber. At the rate of reading one book a day, it will take 19 years to read... How did this guy read it?

He looked at the people around him and wanted to find the same doubts in other people's faces, but heard Xiao Mengyin say:

"Have you ever participated in "The Brainiest"?"

Zhuang Die was very happy to be mentioned: "Yes, have you seen it?"

"I haven't seen it, I've heard of it."

Zhuang Die chattered: "They said I was very knowledgeable, so they invited me to go. In fact, my reading volume was only half of what I read at that time. It wasn't that I was invited to be a contestant, but to be a guest. There was a quantum speed reading in that issue..."

The staff reminded them that they could take their seats in advance, so they walked along the way, and Zhuang Die said along the way.

As Wang Zixu walked, he suddenly realized it - no wonder Zhuang Die was a little hostile to him in secret.

It turned out that it was because they had a collision.

...

An Younan stood on the second floor, overlooking the venue, holding a goblet in his hand, and a shallow layer of Dry Martini was covered with.

She held the other hand of the wine glass and danced in the air. She used her command gesture to play symphony, and then turned into a two-legged villain jumping in the air. Her fingertips drew across Wang Zixu's scalp below.

She smiled at the corner of her mouth, and a layer of flush floated on her cheeks. I don’t know whether this flush was due to Dry Martini or Wang Zixu.

"Xiao Mengyin is also stupid. I just took him to the discussion meeting like this. I don't think it's clear."

"Where did you understand?" Duan Xiaosang said in a supporting role next to her.

"He is just a little fat sheep now." An Younan said with a narrow eye. "He wants traffic and topicality. Now he wants to go to this occasion, isn't he a natural stepping stone?"

Duan Xiaosang thought for a while and said, "Yes, and he also made things difficult for the old senior in public. He already possesses all the characteristics of a villain in the anime."

An Younan smiled and said, "This discussion will be cut into videos and put on streaming media. There will always be smart people who will figure it out and then jump up and step on his head."

Duan Xiaosang asked: "Don't you remind him?"

"Why remind me?"

Duan Xiaosang looked at her with a tentative look: "That's your little boyfriend, you're trampled to death. Do you have the heart to bear it?"

"Who is the little boyfriend?!" An Younan raised his voice.

Some people in the distance followed the sound.

Duan Xiaosang lowered the volume: "Oh, I'm not my boyfriend yet."

"It's nothing." An Younan waved his hand, "I feel like you have a big misunderstanding."

"Then what I mean is that you finally found out that you have finally cultivated an internet celebrity," Duan Xiaosang said. "If he fails here, the traffic of the sky will be cut in half, and the middle way will collapse. Don't you think it's a pity?"

An Younan shook his head: "Where did I train him? I feel that you still have a big misunderstanding."

After a pause, she said, "I just like to see him suffer a lot, which makes people feel inexplicably excited."

Duan Xiaosang showed an unconcealed expression of disgust on his face.

After a while, she said, "I'm going to be busy with relationships and won't play with you anymore."

As a "copyright broker", the annual Guxuan Salon event is the venue for her to eat.

"Go and go." An Younan waved his hand and looked at the first floor.

Wang Zixu and others have already left their seats.

There were 12 main seats for the discussion meeting, distributed in a circular shape, corresponding to the 12 scales on the clock. After the seat was full, it seemed like a ceremony was being held, which was very solemn and dignified.

When the discussion officially begins, if An Younan expects it is good, this roundtable gathering will become a tiger for Wang Zixu.

...

Zhuang Die had a good chat with them just now, but after she sat down, she was inexplicably opposite Wang Zixu as if she was shrunk. At 12 o'clock, Meng Xin sat next to him.

Xiao Mengyin turned his head and looked at Wang Zixu. He had no expression on his face and a solemn face on his face. If you only look at it, it would give people the feeling that he had many serious topics circling in his mind.

But he slung his hands on the base of his thighs, and his two thumbs were circled in circles - from this we can see that in fact he had no idea, and was at a loss, which was very difficult.

Xiao Mengyin wanted to remind him not to forget to maintain his personality and try more opportunities to speak during discussions. But no one whispered at the scene. She hesitated for a moment and lost the opportunity to talk forever.

Almost in an instant, the seat was full.

Next to Wang Zixu is Xiao Mengyin, and on the other side is a woman wearing a long forest dress and a beret. She is about 40 years old, and on the other side is a man in a suit with a strong scholarly atmosphere.

Except for them, the average age of the people attending the conference was around 40 years old. In this way, they were the youngest.

Because I was going to stream the camera, the camera was also carried over, and several cameras were swept to the faces of the people sitting there.
To be continued...