Wang Zixu lowered his head. He vaguely grasped a piece of thread, but the truth he deduced was too horrifying, and he had not fully accepted it in his heart, so he did not dare to face Ning Chunyan.

Ning Chunyan walked up to Wang Zixu, lowered her head and looked into his eyes: "Hey, what's wrong with you? You don't recognize me?"

Wang Zixu still didn't dare to raise his head. He felt that this scene was a bit like the first time Zixia met the Supreme Treasure in "Journey to the West". He was so inferior that he couldn't say a word unless the other party wanted to enter his important Pansi Cave.

Lin Feng next to him smiled: "Ning, talented woman, long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

"Do you know each other?" Lin Feng asked her.

Ning Chunyan smiled and said: "Are you surprised? I am also surprised. How come I know him?"

She waved her hand in front of Wang Zixu: "That married Wang Zixu! What are you doing here?"

Wang Zixu moved a pile of manuscripts on the table to the floor, squatted down and said, "I want to see why there is no response to the manuscripts I submitted."

Ning Chunyan said: "Oh, so that's what happened. Then I'll help you look for it."

When she said this, she laughed again. Because she realized that she knew this Wang Zixu very well. She even knew that he had missed his shot for a long time. And they were just two-way friends.

She brought a small stool from the side, sat down on the stool with her legs together, reached up to get the manuscript, read out the author's signature on it carefully, and threw it aside after making sure it was not Wang Zixu.

The prince spread his legs and squatted on the ground in an inconspicuous manner, and whispered without raising his head: "You don't need to help me find it. You don't know what my manuscript looks like."

Ning Chunyan said: "It doesn't matter. I'm just idle. I'm in a good mood today. I'll leave on my own if I get in trouble later."

Lin Feng also sat down beside him and helped hand out manuscripts: "Why did Ning Talent come to the Literary and Art Association today?"

Ning Chunyan said: "I just finished attending a meeting here."

Lin Feng said: "Oh yes, there is indeed a meeting today, I almost forgot about it."

Chen Qiaosheng secretly glanced at his watch behind everyone's back, calculating the time to get off work, praying in his heart that Wang Zixu would find his manuscript quickly.

Ning Chunyan picked up a manuscript and suddenly became happy: "Look at this, this modern poem."

She cleared her throat and said in a serious and dignified tone:

""Heart Like Bodhi"

“If your heart is enlightened, you will be invincible.

"When I see a beautiful woman, I feel relaxed and happy.

"Not seeing each other for three days brings sadness and joy.

"Remove armor and seal sword, all for you..."

After reading it, Ning Chunyan said angrily and funny: "What a mess! No wonder the manuscript was rejected!"

Wang Zixu raised his head and glanced at her: "This pile has been adopted and is in line."

Ning Chunyan hesitated: "Huh?"

Chen Qiaosheng came over, took the manuscript from Ning Chunyan's hand, raised his glasses and scanned it:

"There are very few poems in the manuscripts we submitted. This manuscript is fairly well-written and word-wise, and the rejected manuscripts haven't even seen it."

He pointed to the signature on the manuscript and said: "And you see, the person submitting this manuscript is a retired comrade. He is still passionate about poetry at such an old age. In fact, it is worth encouraging."

Lin Feng asked: "How old is this old comrade?"

"I'm 86."

Lin Feng nodded: "Most of the old comrades of that era went to night school. You can see that there are traces of carving on the words, which shows that they really want to work hard. The level is secondary."

Chen Qiaosheng spread his hands: "That's right! Do you think that based on his enthusiasm alone, he should be published? And there is one more thing..."

He whispered: "This old comrade's family came to us and told us that the old comrade is old and has heart disease. His biggest ideal in life is to dream of literature. If something happens because he was rejected, he will be punished.

Come here to cause trouble for us."

Lin Feng and Ning Chunyan were amazed when they heard this, while Wang Zixu was speechless.

Lin Feng said: "What I admire most about Editor Chen is that he has a photographic memory. He can remember the names of the comrades in the Xihe system at a glance and remember who they are and which unit they work in."

Chen Qiaosheng grinned and said begging for mercy: "Mr. Lin, please don't praise me. I'm just a small person, and I was forced to come out. In my position, I must have the ability to recognize who the manuscript is, otherwise

I work overtime until 12 o’clock every day and can’t get anything done.”

Ning Chunyan picked up another manuscript, flipped through it, and said: "This novel is normal, but I have a problem -"

She opened the last page and held it up: "Why is there a photo of the author's color page attached at the back!"

Everyone looked over and saw the woman on the paper wearing a white gauze, with a calm face, holding flowers in her hands, standing gracefully. It was actually a full-body artistic photo.

Chen Qiaosheng took the manuscript and said, "Well, this is our beautiful writer from Xihe. Every time she submits an article, she will include a photo of herself."

Ning Chunyan said: "But why!"

Chen Qiaosheng said helplessly: "You can understand it as... personality."

Ning Chunyan said: "Then how did you deal with this photo?"

Chen Qiaosheng said: "Let's publish it in the magazine together."

He turned around and took an issue of "Xihe Literature and Art" from behind him. Under the shocked eyes of everyone, he opened one of the pages and showed it to everyone:

"To be honest, the most troublesome thing every time I type is her article. I shrink her photos too small, which doesn't look good, and make them too big, which takes up space. And the colored ones have to be turned into black and white, which makes them blurry every time.

Into a lump."

Everyone took a look and agreed with his statement. After the color photos were turned into black and white, the effect would be worse than not being posted.

Wang Zixu said: "No wonder I was reading your "Xihe Literature and Art" before and I was still wondering when I saw her photo. Why did you choose an artistic photo to post? I had no idea that it was the author's own photo."

Chen Qiaosheng smiled awkwardly: "Then next time I will add a line under the photo, 'This is a recent photo of the author'."

Ning Chunyan felt that there was a hint of logic in this absurdity. He picked up the color photo and looked around, but he still couldn't identify the "beauty". He held it up and asked:

"Is she considered a beautiful writer?"

Wang Zixu looked up at the photo, then at her, and said, "I'm not as beautiful as you."

Ning Chunyan was caught off guard, embarrassed and anxious: "Oh, you're a married woman, what are you talking about!"

Lin Feng also echoed: "It is true that she is not as beautiful as Ning Cainnu."

Chen Qiaosheng said with a "spare me" expression: "How many literary people can be like Ning Cainv? Let alone our Xihe. She is already very beautiful."

Everyone continued to look for Wang Zixu's manuscript. Wang Zixu squatted on the ground and did not dare to raise his head, because Ning Chunyan was directly opposite him, less than one meter away from him.

Every time she bent down to pick up the manuscript, Wang Zixu was frightened.

Today she is wearing a cool white suspender skirt with a loose neckline. Wang Zixu has no doubt that if he accidentally raises his head when she is leaning over, his eyes will be immediately sucked in, wandering in the limbo between heaven and hell.

.Like falling down a high road into a black hole.

"Found it!" Ning Chunyan suddenly straightened up, holding a manuscript in both hands, and raised it in the air.

""Wild Weeds", Wang Zixu. This manuscript was sandwiched in another manuscript."

Wang Zixu reached out to grab his manuscript, but Ning Chunyan dodged it. She winked slyly and said to him, "I want to read it."

Chen Qiaosheng came over and said, "You found this in the passing pile, right? Well, that means we are queuing up, and we may get on board in a few issues."
Chapter completed!