Ning Chunyan quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, I'm just copying the book for him. His writing is good enough, the inside and outside are integrated, it's natural, and my family unanimously praises it, and I don't need to change it."

Li Tingfang's eyes flashed: "Mr. Ning, do you think it's good too?"

Ning Chunyan said: "My dad said he doesn't look like a new author at all. He must have practiced in private."

Lin Feng intensified his tactics: "That brother of mine does have a good foundation. He has read a lot of books. It's not just practice, it's hard work."

Li Tingfang leaned back on the recliner again. She knew very well about Lin Feng's character and level. Lin Feng became a monk in the middle of the road, but he was quite honest and honest. Everyone said he was awesome, so she didn't pay much attention to it. She just said:

"To achieve amazing skills, you have to work hard. However, no matter how amazing the skills are, they are only at the technical level. If you want to condense them into Taoism, you also need a true soul and an unruly heart. This is why I believe you will eventually beat Shen Qingfeng.

.

"Shen Qingfeng places too much emphasis on embellishment, so much so that it becomes a pretense. If there are too many pretences, how is he any different from a gangster? In the words of Confucius: Quality prevails over literature, which leads to wildness, and when literature exceeds quality, history becomes a gentleman. I hope you will be a gentleman.

The Wang Zixu mentioned is a gentle and gentle gentleman."

The saying "Writing is superior to quality makes history" is from "The Analects of Confucius·Yongye". This sentence does not mean that those who pose are stinky. "History" here means "fake". Li Tingfang's main meaning is

He said, Shen Qingfeng is very fake.

Lin Feng said: "Teacher, Brother Zixu is indeed a gentleman."

"My point is not whether he is a gentleman."

"But he is indeed. He will never go to fool around with Shen Qingfeng like Lin Luo. How should I put it? He has a bit of character in him."

"...Okay, okay, don't press it."

Ning Chunyan grinned and snickered as she listened. She mainly felt that the word "gentleman" and Wang Zixu seemed so inconsistent when put together.

As soon as we met, he said that he had a wife, and his "fear of cheating" was almost written on his face. Yes, he is indeed a gentleman. But if you really have nothing, why don't you dare to look at me? Even if he is a gentleman, he is still a man with lust but no courage.

The gentleman.

Of course, if Wang Zixu were to know that she thought this way, she would definitely defend herself while being embarrassed and annoyed: A gentleman ignores his heart in judging his deeds. Self-restraint and courtesy are benevolence. What is "self-denial"? If you restrain yourself, you are a gentleman.

If you can't help it, you are a villain. Even if it is very difficult, it is mainly because you are charming. If you start with emotion and stop with etiquette, then you have to be affectionate first and then be polite. Confucius and other elders will not blame me, so why shouldn't I?

Gentleman?

Ning Chunyan laughed even more when she thought of this. That guy was so funny. Of course, Ning Chunyan was so delusional about Wang Zixu that it couldn't be said to be true to the original appearance. Her narcissism played a big role in it.

Li Tingfang scolded Lin Feng and said: "Don't just talk about others. Are you polishing your new manuscript? If you can appear in "Yangtze River" once, there will be a lot less doubts in our association. Why do you have to have a headache now?"

Qingfeng’s gangster thing?”

Lin Feng was sweating on his forehead, and he was submissive. Li Tingfang became angry and began to count the people of the Xihe Literary Association with his fingers:

"All the twin jewels from the Xihe River have gone to the East China Sea, so forget it. In the vice-president, each one is talking to Shen Qingfeng. It's hard to mention Shen Qingfeng, but you can't mention it. Finally, a young talent Lin Luo appeared, and the result was also a

A lusty and lustful rat, he went to fool around with Shen Qingfeng..."

Li Tingfang is old and graceful, but she is not the kind-hearted old lady that everyone thinks of. As a woman who likes Lu Zhishen, her language style in her early years can only be described as straight to the point.

Back then, she was vivid and lyrical in scolding people, and scolding chickens, dogs, birds, and beasts was just the lowest level. As she got older, her hormone levels subsided, and she became less likely to lose her temper. She would only treat people she disliked relatively gently.

They are called rats or bandits.

Fortunately, most of those who were qualified to scold her back then were dead, and the remaining ones who were not dead could no longer scold her.

Ning Chunyan watched all this helplessly. When the old lady calmed down a little, she said:

"Teacher, I have been planning to start a magazine recently..."

Li Tingfang waved her hand and said, "I know, I've heard about it. You are still willing to go to paper matchmakers these days, so you have the courage."

Ning Chunyan smiled shyly: "It all depends on people. Some things always need someone to do it."

Li Tingfang nodded and said, "You are very brave. Have you chosen a location for your magazine?"

"Not yet, I'm just sure it's in the East China Sea."

“Should we do national distribution?”

"We are currently raising funds. If we have enough funds, we can still do it and want to distribute it nationwide."

Li Tingfang said: "You can do it. As long as you have enough funds, you don't need to worry about any procedural issues. If you have any questions, come to me."

This sentence has a very high gold content. Li Tingfang will not make promises easily. If she can say "don't bother", it means that she will use the highest level of connections and connections. And as long as she is willing to use connections and she says no problem, then absolutely

There won't be any problem.

Ning Chunyan quickly nodded in thanks.

"Teacher Li, I have one more request. For the first issue of my magazine, could you please pick up the pen and write a preface message?"

Li Tingfang said: "Xiaochun, I am not stingy with words and refuse to help you, but I have a more suitable person to write your inaugural message. I recommend Teacher Yu Qing to take on this glorious mission."

Ning Chunyan was startled and sat up straight. Yu Qing and Li Tingfang are of the same generation, and Yu Qing is also the type who can be written into the history of contemporary Chinese literature, and his proportion of the page is quite high. He is a key figure in modern and contemporary Chinese literature.

A character who cannot be open.

What's even better is that he is a real best-selling author. Not only was he very popular back then, but he is also very popular among young people now. In fact, when Ning Chunyan wanted to start this magazine, he was the one he originally wanted to find. Unfortunately,

With her status, she couldn't contact anyone at all.

"Can you help me ask Teacher Yu Qing?"

Li Tingfang smiled and said: "Of course you can. However, he has a more serious temper. You'd better edit the first issue and show him the whole book. After he reads it, he might write a long chapter for you.

I want to write a message to you, maybe I’ll submit it to you. If you just ask me verbally, and it’s nothing, he might just write a sentence as a courtesy and be done with it.”

Ning Chunyan was suddenly sweating profusely: "Before I show it to Teacher Yu, can I show it to you first?"

She had already made up her mind to publish the Little Prince's article in the magazine. She didn't know what Teacher Yu Qing would think when she saw the Little Prince's article openly published in it. She didn't know if she would write a strange story out of anger.

something comes out.

After all, with the current trend in the literary world, the little prince is still considered a bitch and can’t get into the official seats, and it’s hard for him to reach the level of elegance.

Li Tingfang didn't know what she was thinking, but still smiled and said: "You can read it, but it is your magazine after all. I can only take a glance at it, but don't expect me to help you select manuscripts."

After speaking, she added: "The magazine selection represents the personal interests of the editor. It can be said that the editor-in-chief is the soul of the magazine. Individual writers with great style may increase the sales of the magazine, but what really retains readers is the soul.

.Never lose your soul.”

Ning Chunyan nodded solemnly and smiled shyly.

…

Lin Feng and Ning Chunyan said goodbye to the teacher together. They went out together and talked about some things about magazines and literary associations, but it was not easy to talk in depth.

The two of them really had nothing in common, so the conversation inevitably tended towards business politeness. And they were both good-natured people and didn't like perfunctory politeness, so it was inevitable that they would fall into an awkward silence.

However, the journey for the two of them was quite long. They couldn't walk without walking, and they couldn't agree with each other. In the moment of embarrassment, Lin Feng suddenly felt blessed and pointed at the street corner not far away and said:

"Ning Cainiu, did you know? Brother Zixu's wife works in the flower shop over there."

Hearing this, Ning Chunyan suddenly became interested: "How do you know?"

Lin Feng said: "Brother Zixu told me last time. He mentioned to me that his wife was in this flower shop. He also said that he had met me once and talked for a long time. Unfortunately, I am busy with my secular affairs.

I really can’t remember this incident, and I don’t know if he ever talked about it with his wife later. Speaking of which, I had to say hello to avoid leaving a bad impression on others.”

Ning Chunyan said: "You are really a gentle gentleman, and you are so considerate."

Lin Feng smiled shyly.

After saying that, she suddenly had a thought in her mind: "How about I go and see it with you?"
Chapter completed!