When Wang Zixu returned home, his wife had not returned home, perhaps because she was caught up in her work at the flower shop. The loudspeaker of the supermarket across the street shouted discount news, and the dark and empty room was filled with echoes, and the sunset filtered through the window.

The last touch of tenderness.

He left a note that said, "I'm going out to socialize. I'll bring you some when I get home." Before going out, he thought that this was not a good idea, so he took out the vegetables from the refrigerator, chopped them, and took out the chicken to thaw.

He and Lin Feng made an appointment to meet at the "Old Village Chief". This is the holy place for late-night snacks in the hearts of Xihe people. But the reason why it became a holy place has been forgotten by everyone. They only know that the prices here are 15% more expensive than elsewhere.

When Wang Zixu graduated from high school, he and his classmates often came here for late-night snacks. Many years later, Lin Feng did not expect that Lin Feng would still make an appointment here. The inertia of life plays an equal role in everyone.

The blue-black sky marks the complete nightfall. The night falls late in early summer, and it is already past seven in the evening. The streets are lively, vendors set up grills and fans, green smoke is rising from the restaurants, and animal fat is burning on the charcoal fire.

When burned, a refreshing aroma bursts out.

The two sat down on the street, immersing themselves in the fireworks of the world, with the blue sky above their heads. Lin Feng ordered several kinds of skewers, fried rice noodles, grilled eggplant, fried tofu, and ordered a beer. He treated them.

Before the food was served, Lin Feng began to apologize again: "I went back and thought about Shen Qingfeng's incident today, and I really feel sorry for you. He may have regarded you as 'my person'."

Wang Zixu briefly touched him with a beer bottle: "How did your conflict get to this point? Is it just because of the competition for position?"

Lin Feng sighed and said: "I didn't explain it clearly to you last time. Today I just chatted casually and drank wine."

"Well, let's chat casually." The two of them bumped into each other and each drank, more or less casually.

Lin Feng said: "This matter is related to the upcoming election of the Literary and Art Association. You know, right? My teacher, Li Tingfang, the president of the Xihe Literary and Art Association, will not work in the next term."

Hearing the name, Wang Zixu, who was holding the wine bottle, was stunned: "Li Tingfang? Which Li Tingfang? Is it that Li Tingfang?"

Lin Feng opened his mouth wide: "Who else is Li Tingfang? It's that Li Tingfang, and you don't even know?"

The name Li Tingfang appears in the pages of modern and contemporary literary history. She is a representative writer of modern and contemporary Chinese avant-garde literature. She is not only literary, but also has made great achievements in film, television, painting, etc. Literary history has rated her as "a strange woman"

”.

After all, that happened at the beginning of the reform and opening up, and the strange woman will also grow old one day. Wang Zixu thought that she had passed away long ago, but he did not expect that she was actually in the local area.

Hearing her news with his own ears surprised him so much, it was like the snow-capped mountains seen from thousands of miles away were in front of him in one step.

Wang Zixu asked: "Why does a writer of Li Tingfang's level serve as the president of the literary association in a small place like ours?"

Lin Feng sighed: "Yes, with my teacher's works and qualifications, let alone the Provincial Writers Association, he can also be ranked first in the National Writers Association. But the old man is indifferent to fame and fortune by nature and doesn't care about it at all. She has a lot of experience in Donghai

There was a house in the house, but she couldn't get used to it, so she moved back to her hometown and settled here.

"The senior leader Shen Jianqiu has a history with her. You know, the senior leader values ​​culture and education, so he invited her to come out and sit in the Literary Association as a standard-bearer and benchmark for Xihe's literary and art circles, and to set a cultural example for us in Xihe. .The teacher also generously agreed."

The prince was filled with admiration. He asked: "How old is Teacher Li?"

Lin Feng said: "She will be 70 this year. She has been the president of the literary association for five years. Think about it, at such an old age, even if she wants to carry the flag, she can't carry it."

Wang Zixu nodded: "So the competition for the next president is fierce."

Lin Feng looked up to the sky and sighed: "Once the teacher steps down, the momentum of Xihe's literary world will probably be reduced by 50%."

Wang Zixu asked: "How do you know Teacher Li Tingfang?"

When talking about this topic, Lin Feng's face glowed red:

"I used to be an unknown clerk in Xihe, but I always had a dream of literature in my heart. I kept submitting articles to "Xihe Literature and Art". I quit and submitted again, quit and submitted again, which annoyed their editorial department.

"They called me specifically to tell me not to submit anymore, and they spent half of every month busy rejecting my manuscript. I told them that there was no need to reject the manuscript. If the manuscript was not acceptable, it would just be thrown into the trash. I would just submit it again.

"Maybe it was the enthusiasm that moved Teacher Li. When she first took office, she called me over and asked me if I was very passionate about literature and if I would like to learn more from her. Of course I agreed. So I became Teacher Li’s closed disciple.”

Wang Zixu was sincerely happy for him. He couldn't help but compare himself to himself and felt that his character was too pretentious. Maybe it was because he didn't have such a persistent spirit that he couldn't wait until his own dawn.

He raised the bottle of wine: "If you keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions. I respect Brother Lin."

Lin Feng also raised the wine bottle: "If you keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions. Brother Zixu, you are so talented, and your repercussions will definitely come."

The two took a swig, and Lin Feng burped. The waiter came over with a plate, said that the dishes were all served, and scratched a few lines on the menu with his thumbnail.

The roasted eggplant is dotted with oil, and the aggressive aroma comes from the minced garlic; the tofu is fried until golden brown, moist and crispy; the mutton skewers are dark and red inside, and the cumin wraps up the smell. Each of the two people picks up a skewer and places it horizontally In the mouth, it is crispy and chewy, filling your mouth with fragrance.

Lin Feng wiped his mouth and said: "So I started learning writing from my teacher. I used to be like a headless fly trying to catch a blind eye, relying on my own feelings. But as soon as the teacher pointed me out, I could see the way.

"I don't have any talent. My talent is that I am open-minded and eager to learn, and I am willing to work hard. I read whatever the teacher asked me to do. I gradually became more literary, and the teacher said you try to submit another article.

"Then my article will be published in "Xihe Literature and Art", and I will get 10 out of 10, and even be published in a higher-level magazine. The teacher said, you have learned it."

Wang Zixu said: "Your spirit and experience are very inspiring. Do it."

"Dry."

After the two drank one bottle, they both drank another bottle.

Lin Feng said: "The current candidates for vice president are basically Shen Qingfeng and I. In terms of fame, I can't catch up with him, but in terms of practical work, he is still not good. I have been responsible for many of the tasks of the Cultural Association in the past few years.

He basically doesn't care about the things he does."

Wang Zixu said: "You are being humble. Shen Qingfeng has only been around for a few years, and he has suddenly become famous. He has invested a lot in marketing. Apart from the little traffic that follows the trend, he actually doesn't have much left."

Lin Feng shook his head: "But who doesn't care about the traffic that goes with the flow?"

The more they talked about, the more intense the drinking became. The two of them were already drunk before they knew it. When Wang Zixu was seriously thinking about Lin Feng and the literary world, a strange yet familiar voice came from behind.

"Wang Zixu? Is that you?"

…

Ning Chunyan's fingers tapped rhythmically on the keyboard.

She placed her mobile phone next to the computer. The only sounds in the room were the fan and the keyboard.

She was typing in a trance, her lips moving, and while she read out the sentences on the paper, strings of characters also flowed out from between the keyboards.
Chapter completed!