"When I heard the name 'Zixu', I remembered that I had heard of you before. When I asked Mei Rucheng, it turned out that you were the 'Muxue Manqian Village'!"

Everyone looked at Wang Zixu. Mentioning this matter again made Wang Zixu a little embarrassed, because the cause of this matter came from a misunderstanding that should not have been misunderstood. If he hadn't been so smart, there would have been no "Muxue Manqian Village"

. He put his hands on his knees and rubbed them, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

Mei Rucheng put out his cigarette and walked in: "After that time, I often talked about 'Muxue Qiancun Prince Xu'. I thought he was going to be buried, but I didn't expect this kid to seize the opportunity and make a fuss again.

Maybe this is the cone in the sac, and it’s clear immediately.”

Zhong Junmin asked: "What is 'Muxueqian Village'?"

The big boss got into a good mood, crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa:

"This is interesting to say. At that time, I was holding an on-site meeting. Due to an unexpected situation, I had to change the speech I had prepared. At that time, there was only more than an hour before the meeting.

"To be honest, I didn't expect the manuscript to be revised on time. When Mei Rucheng hurried over, I was already ready to speak without the manuscript. Of course, I had to be prepared for everything, and I still asked him to write it immediately.

"After briefly reviewing the requirements, he came up with a painted face that no one could understand except himself. There happened to be an emergency at the scene, and I had to take him to deal with it. In the middle of the process, I told him, forget it.

Just come up with an idea and there is no need to publish the manuscript.

"Because I know that they have to drive over to revise, proofread, and format the manuscript. The window period is less than ten minutes. If I revise a manuscript in ten minutes, the quality cannot be guaranteed. It is better for me to write it out of the manuscript myself. I can barely write it.

When it comes out, it affects my own thinking."

It should be said that he is indeed a great leader, and his memory is amazing. This story is told in an orderly manner.

There were people present who liked Wang Zixu, and some who hated Wang Zixu, but because it was a senior leader who was speaking, no one dared to appear uninterested in the story. Everyone listened with bated breath, especially Diao Yiwen.

Diao Yiwen never knew how Wang Zixu got involved with Mei Rucheng. The story of the big boss added an important piece of information to her. Zhang Qian was more serious than her, but her face was not very good-looking.

The Wang Zixu in the story was different from their impressions. They had different thoughts, but the same thing was that they all suddenly realized that they might have never understood Wang Zixu.

Wang Zixu also listened very seriously. Or at least he looked very serious on the surface.

This is a story he experienced personally. From Shen Jianqiu's perspective, the story looks like this.

The plots are generally similar, but the difference in perspective between the two makes the connotation of the story quietly change.

This is a very novel experience.

This reminded him of that kind of "polyphonic novel" and also reminded him of writers such as William Faulkner and Haruki Murakami.

Different characters, different perspectives, and different viewpoints are intertwined, connected, and collide with each other.

Prince Xu thought, if he wanted to write a novel, should he adopt this system? He found it very challenging.

You know, even a world-famous novelist would find it very difficult to write like this.

But difficulty is not a bad thing.

If his wife knew that Wang Zixu was still thinking about writing a novel when the boss was speaking, she would definitely get angry and scold him for being stupid. Wang Zixu himself didn’t think he was stupid, and the main boss didn’t leave him any room to interrupt. .

He has evolved to the point where he can enter a fugue state at any time and think about novel techniques.

In the dark, he felt a gaze directed towards him. He immediately raised his eyes and subconsciously looked for Chen Qingluo's figure, but saw that she was staring at Shen Jianqiu intently, without any sign of looking at him. This made him I felt a bit self-deprecating.

Shen Jianqiu continued: "...half an hour later, the manuscript was delivered to me on time. When I saw it, I told Mei Rucheng that this is not the level of your research laboratory. He said yes, because this manuscript It was written by someone who passed by the research room."

Li Tingfang pointed at Wang Zixu curiously: "Is that the person passing by?"

"Yes. It's this boy."

Everyone's eyes drifted to Wang Zixu.

Shen Jianqiu took a sip of water: "What surprised me the most was that this manuscript also changed my poem, and the key changes were quite extraordinary. I did the calculations, considering that he also had to revise the manuscript, proofread, format, and change the poem. It probably didn’t last more than a minute. I said where did this poetic talent come from? Why haven’t I heard of this person in all my years in Xihe?”

Zhong Junmin nodded and said: "This is the 'Muxue Manqian Village'."

"Yes." Mei Rucheng added, "I asked them, and the prince falsely changed this poem. Although he was trying to be smart, he was very quick in thinking and it only took him more than ten seconds to write it."

Shen Jianqiu looked at him with a smile: "Others say you are a dark horse, because no one knows your name in the Xihe literary world, but when I heard your name, I knew you won this first prize based on your strength. of. "

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Shen Jianqiu said these words calmly, but Zhang Qian standing aside was cold all over.

The big leader seemed to be just telling stories, but the meaning of his last words was clear. He was clearly responding to the farce just now.

Zhong Junmin said: "This poem itself is not particularly outstanding, but considering the time of creation, it can indeed be said to be a poetic talent."

Mei Rucheng said: "However, it is not ruled out that this guy polished the sentences in advance and forced them together."

The big leader laughed: "How about we stop making things difficult for him?"

Zhong Junmin said: "Let's make things more difficult for him. I can't comment on the contemporary literature he wrote. But in terms of his poetic talent, I can still comment on it."

Shen Jianqiu said: "Since everyone has said so, then Mei Rucheng, you come up with questions and test him."

Realizing that there was something fun to watch, Ning Chunyan immediately got excited. She looked at the confused Wang Zixu. She wanted to laugh for some reason. She twisted her mouth and turned her head, and found that Chen Qingluo was staring straight at Wang Zixu.

Others had different expressions. There was sweat on Lin Feng's forehead. On the one hand, it was because the clothes he wore were too thick and hot, and on the other hand, it was because he was nervous. He seemed more nervous than Wang Zixu. Cui Xian was eager to try, and seemed to want to

He was tested for his poetic talent.

Mei Rucheng pondered for a while and said: "I won't make things difficult for you today. You can write a poem based on the theme of this literary meeting. The leader's time is limited and I will give you 3 minutes at most."

Cui Xian was eager to try just now, but when he heard this time limit, he immediately stopped competing. Lin Luo's expression was half-smiling, as if he was waiting to see the prince make a fool of himself.

Ning Chunyan was not worried about the prince making a fool of himself. He deservedly won the first place in the literary competition. Even if he couldn't write it, no one would question him, but he would be a little embarrassed.

Wang Zixu asked: "Can you give me a pen and paper?"

Someone immediately brought him paper and pen and placed them on the coffee table in front of Wang Zixu.

Wang Zixu stared blankly ahead. He had not expected that anyone would take the poetry test today, and was not mentally prepared at all. However, the ancients had exhausted all the imagery in poetry, and they were just re-splicing existing sentences into a new style.

It's not difficult for him.

Mei Rucheng checked his watch and said, "If the rest of you want to show off your talents, you can also give it a try."

The secretary handed out blank sheets of paper to others, but most of them politely declined. Not everyone can write a poem in seven steps, and if you can't write the last sentence on a blank sheet of paper, you are just humiliating yourself.

"Give me one." Lin Feng raised his hand.

Lin Feng is very loyal. Although he can't write poems, but considering that Wang Zixu has already written, he might as well accompany him. When the time comes, he won't be able to write, and it won't look ugly.

Ning Chunyan bit her lip and said to the prince half-heartedly: "Why are you staring at me? Write quickly!"

When Wang Zixu came back to his senses, he realized that he had been staring ahead, and Ning Chunyan was sitting right in front of him. In fact, he didn't look at her. It was just that when he was thinking about the problem, his eyes were not focused. He actually didn't look at anything.

.

It was Ning Chunyan's anger that gave him some inspiration, and he started writing on the paper.

Mei Rucheng looked at his watch and saw that only 20 seconds had passed, and said, "Have you thought about it so quickly? You still have two and a half minutes."

The prince didn't answer. He lowered his head and just wrote, while everyone gathered to read.

He didn't add any details, and he wrote almost without pause. After a while, a five-character poem had taken shape.

"Okay." Wang Zixu slapped the pen on the coffee table.

"One minute." Mei Rucheng sighed, "Although I haven't seen how well your poem is written, I now really believe that your previous poem was changed on the spot."

Lin Feng just wrote two words on the paper, crossed them all out with slashes, put down the pen with a wry smile, and looked towards Wang Zixu.

He has always been able to break through people's imagination again and again in literature.

Without saying a word, Shen Jianqiu took away the manuscript paper from Wang Zixu on the coffee table and read:

"The spring feast is held among the flowers, and the city is filled with fresh greenery.

The white clouds are turning with each step, and the green radish is fragrant around the branches.

The calligraphy is mellow and short, while the poem's heart is rich and long.

Don’t worry about the sunset, the bright moon will shine together.”

After Shen Jianqiu finished reading, he said with a big smile on his face: "It's interesting." After that, he handed the manuscript to Zhong Junmin.

After reading it, Zhong Junmin also smiled slightly and said: "You kid, make it difficult for yourself. If you write a good poem, wouldn't it be better if you don't spend so much time embedding these two names? Some words can be polished better. , vulgar.”

Mei Rucheng said: "In order to have a straight format, I went a little too far, but it is still a masterpiece. Of course, it is easy to say. This poem was written in such a short time, and no one is qualified to make irresponsible remarks. "

"Yes." Zhong Junmin took off his glasses and sighed, "When I was young, I also did the seven-step poem thing, but I wasn't as fluent as you, and I couldn't write such a rhythmic poem. I'm not as good as you. "

It is quite shocking that Professor Zhong can admit so frankly that he is inferior to others. This is a very high praise.

Zhong Junmin handed the manuscript to Ning Chunyan and said: "It's time for these two talented women to evaluate it."

Ning Chunyan blushed and took the manuscript. She had noticed when Shen Jianqiu was reading just now that Wang Zixu had embedded his name into the poem. After reading, her eyes lit up and she said:

"This is well written!"

Shen Jianqiu pursed his lips: "Not only is it good? It can be said as 'really damn good'."

Li Tingfang stretched out her hand: "Let me take a look."

After she finished reading, her eyes lit up and she looked up at Wang Zixu: "Zizixu, when I heard the title earlier, I thought I was trying to make things difficult for you. But you chose the most difficult way and used this unique method to tell the story. We, your poetry is amazing, isn’t it?”

Wang Zixu licked his lips: "I didn't mean that, I just expressed it naturally."

Li Tingfang smiled: "I admit that I was surprised by you. Unfortunately, time is too short, and this poem still needs to be polished. When it is revised later, we will publish a collection after the literary conference, and your poem can be placed on the title page." "

Shen Jianqiu smiled and nodded: "I agree."
To be continued...