Lu Qingxuan was surprised: "How do you know each other?"

Du Kezhu blinked for a long time and finally said: "Historical records say that through seven people, you can get to know anyone in the world."

"This kind of thing has never been mentioned in history books, and what does this theory have to do with what I just said?"

Du Kezhu's eyes blinked even harder, as if a butterfly trying to collect nectar fell on someone's wig, fluttered its wings and flew away in embarrassment.

Finally she said: "Are you always as serious as exams in your daily life?"

"ah?"

"It feels so disgusting."

After Du Kezhu finished speaking, he walked away quickly.

"Uh!" Lu Qingxuan felt like she was shot in the chest. She covered her chest with one hand and waved the other hand helplessly in the air several times.

She has never suffered such a sincere and humiliating blow, so sincere that it is difficult to refute, and so humiliating that she does not want to admit it.

She followed quickly and said in a low voice and hastily: "I'm not serious, I'm serious. I've always been serious. Isn't it good that I'm serious? Why don't I hate it?"

Du Kezhu rolled his eyes at her: "I just hate being so serious, can't I?"

"No, you have to tell the reason. It is a kind of bullying to pour hostility on others without any reason."

Du Kezhu sighed: "Okay, don't worry. I don't hate you. I hate everyone equally. I am the most annoying. I hate myself. Can you please stop dwelling on this issue?"

"No, why do you dislike me? You are so popular and so many classmates in the courtyard like you. You are just belittling yourself to avoid my problems."

Du Kezhu held her head in her hands. This was the first time she had seen such a difficult person.

"I don't hate you, okay, I just said I hate you just to shut you up and run away, okay?"

Lu Qingxuan nodded with satisfaction: "Well, that's pretty much it..."

Halfway through, she realized something was wrong: "Wait a minute, did I offend you in some way? You just want to get rid of me. You are a bit unfriendly."

Du Kezhu said: "You just know that I am unfriendly? I have a notoriously bad personality. I punch and kick kindergartens and nursing homes, and snatch lollipops from children to occupy the seats for the disabled. I am very bad, let me tell you."

Lu Qingxuan shook his head: "I don't think you are like this. I think you should have a kind heart."

Du Kezhu took a breath: "Don't be so insensitive, I, I can't stand it."

The sound of the two chatting about each other reached Wang Zixu's ears, and he couldn't help but sigh, the friendship between girls is so good.

…

The postgraduate examination subjects are divided into four subjects, namely ideological and political education, foreign language and two professional courses.

Wang Zi falsely applied for the exam of ancient literature, and the two professional courses were ancient Chinese literature and basic Chinese and foreign literature. On the first day, he only took exams on ideological and political education and foreign languages.

At eight o'clock in the morning, there was already a dark crowd standing outside the examination room. Many institutions along the road distributed postgraduate entrance examination document bags and pamphlets. People looked solemn and quiet, some people sat on the edge of the flower bed and crammed for a while, and more

People waited expressionlessly.

Wang Zixu blended into the crowd, and after standing for a while, he realized that he could not focus on the upcoming exam at all. His mind was racing one after another, and he could not extricate himself from the manuscript he had just sent to the editor of "Get".

The manuscript was not officially finalized until 3 a.m., and I struggled for a full 5 hours before finalizing it.

Such a huge work was finally settled at 598,000 words, and each word, including punctuation marks, was carved more than 20 times. Looking at this work is like looking at a newborn, feeling that it has infinite possibilities, but also afraid of myself.

Improper education wastes its potential.

The title of the book had gradually become clear during the last revision. When he finally revised the file name, his hands almost shook.

He originally planned to call it "Dongfang Bai". Although he preferred the origin of these three words, the political meaning of these three words was too strong, and many people would understand it too superficially. After deliberation for a long time, he finally named it "Fire in the Stone".

》.

The allusion comes from Bai Juyi's "Wine Wine" "What's the matter with the snail's horns? This body is reflected in the light of the stone fire." Su Shi's "Xing Xiangzi·Shu Huai" has "Famous fame and profit, vain toil and hard work. A sigh is caught in a horse, a stone is caught in fire, a dream

Hit the body."

After writing this book, he re-examined it. Hundreds of years passed by with his fingers as he turned the pages. A gust of breeze was not only filled with the weight of a period of history, but also made him sigh at the insignificance of a person and the shortness of life, just like the bursting out of a stone.

Like a spark.

Some people spend their entire lives with earth-shaking thoughts in their hearts and shocking actions, which eventually fall on paper, but they are just like the sparks emitted by grinding a stone. The difference is that this person's sparks are brighter, while those of others are darker, and more people

It's too subtle to detect, lost in the smoke and dust.

However, we can never say that life is meaningless. Countless sparks flicker and fade, and finally become vast and sparkle into the vast Milky Way.

He wrote the original poem from which the name originated on the first page of the work:

Man and ape say goodbye.

It was only polished with a few stones when I was a child.

How can I guess when the flames are turning in the copper and iron furnace? It's only a few thousand cold and hot.

It's rare in this world to smile with open mouths, and bow to each other on the battlefield.

flowed all over,

Suburban blood.

After reading this article, I felt like my head was spinning.

But I remember a few spots and a few lines of old traces.

The sacred matter of the Five Emperors and Three Sovereigns has deceived countless passers-by. How many romantic figures are there?

After stealing Zhizhuang and gaining fame, King Chen stood up and waved the yellow ax.

The song is not yet finished,

Oriental white.

…

Lu Qingxuan stood at the door of the examination room with a straight face, reminding everyone to hand over their mobile phones. Wang Zixu threw all his belongings to the front of the classroom and sat down in his seat.

In addition to Lu Qingxuan and Du Kezhu, there was also a slightly older male teacher standing in front and said in a rich voice:

"Please check your exam number and seat carefully, store books, materials and other items not related to the exam in front of the podium, do not whisper to each other, and do not move around. Now let's read out the exam room rules. Article 1, candidates should enter the exam room in advance,

You are not allowed to enter the examination room ten minutes after the exam starts. Article 2..."

The general meaning of what he said was that he could do nothing but be in a daze. So Wang Zixu was in a daze.

He was sitting in a seat at the back of the lecture hall. As he looked around, he saw bodies full of spirit and vitality. Sitting among this group of people, he could not help but feel age anxiety. The wind outside the window blew in, making the curtains bulge.

Du Kezhu walked into the classroom, wearing a baseball cap with a few strands of green hair sticking out from under the hat. This was her greatest respect for the rules of the examination room.

Several students stared at her and rubbed their eyes hard before staring at her again, wondering if they had seen it wrong. Wang Zixu lowered his head, secretly thinking that he would not be as inattentive as them.

The clock hanging in the middle of the wall was ticking every minute, and Wang Zixu felt that time was getting harder and harder. Because he found that his condition was so bad that he could not even concentrate on the next exam.

Since finalizing the manuscript in the early morning and sending it to the editor of "Get" at 8:30 in the morning, he has been checking his mobile phone. At 8:45, the message showed that the other party had received the document but had not responded.

Before handing in his cell phone just now, he checked it one last time, but there was still no reply. He comforted himself in his mind that his "Fire in the Stone" is a work of 600,000 words, and even a rough look would take several days. , the editor will definitely not reply so quickly.

Even though this was the case, he still couldn't help but want to check the messages on his phone over and over again. After handing the phone over, he felt empty, as if he had lost something.

He knew that his behavior was called stereotyped behavior, just like the brown bear in the zoo circling over and over again, or the chimpanzee running back and forth. He was like an animal enslaved by literature, and his writing process had failed one after another, which had made him Having lost all self-confidence, he really wanted the editor of "Acquisition" to give a final verdict on whether his painstaking work would work or not. If it worked, he would have no regrets even if he died. If it didn't work, it would be considered as giving him a happy.

"Answer sheets will be distributed from now on. Please fill in your name and exam number in advance, and be careful not to fill in the wrong names."

Wang Zixu thought in his heart that if it didn't work out, he would submit his manuscript to Xihe Literature and Art and serialize it in Xihe Literature and Art. Since he took the first place in the Xihe Literature Association and was appointed as the vice chairman of the Xihe Literature Association, no one dared to drag him. Now that I have read his manuscript, Xihe Literature and Art will definitely publish it in full.

The circulation of Xihe Literature and Art is only one or two thousand copies, so no one will read it. Let the big guys in Xihe have fun and look at the weight of the vice chairman of the Literary and Art Association.

Lu Qingxuan's bare hands flashed in front of her eyes, and she gently handed the answer sheet to him. Although she was already very familiar with him, she did not show that they knew each other at all. As expected of a college student, even her movements were so gentle. Wang Zixu opened his pen , start filling in the answer sheet.

"We will start handing out test papers now. Please check whether the sealed bags are complete."

He did not raise his head to check, and then thought that after his work was published in Xihe Literature and Art, he would stop writing, rent out the house in Donghai, go out to travel around the world, ride a bicycle from Donghai all the way to Kashgar, and cross the vast uninhabited country. From the district to Tehran, they passed through Damascus and headed west to Amsterdam, then abandoned the car and boarded a ship, crossed the Cape of Good Hope and headed east across the Indian Ocean, and finally stayed in Sadmandu to build Nepal.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly discovered that he had already answered several questions on his test paper. He was shocked. He turned back to check and found that there were no problems with all the answers.

This year's ideological and political examination questions are quite tricky, especially the material analysis at the end, which incorporates several newly proposed concepts and is so closely integrated with current politics that it almost drives this year's candidates crazy.

Diao Yiwen was sitting in the examination room, one of the people scratching her head. She clearly remembered the content, but it was like seeing things in a fog in her mind, as if she had seen it in Xiao Xiurong but could never catch the trace.

After she wrote, her mentality collapsed and she began to regret: Why did she find a job in Xihe in the first place? If she didn't have this free year, but took the exam as a fresh graduate like many students around her, she would have no time at all. I haven’t maintained my study attitude forever during the schedule. Do you have a headache now?

Of course, Wang Zixu only found out about this later.

At that time, he pulled away from his thoughts, looked around the examination room, and found that the candidates were scratching their heads, then lowered their heads, the pen tip was shaking, and the answers were flowing out naturally.

Although the title is tricky, these concepts are nothing in the Xihe City Research Laboratory, and they were even written by Mei Rucheng. Politics itself is the same set of things, and Mei Rucheng's materials were dismantled, crushed and clearly written. , so it is a new concept for others, but it is an old viewpoint for him.

Wang Zixu stayed in the unit for nine years. He helped draft and organize the party building and reporting materials every year. It was naturally very painful at the time, but it also sharpened his writing skills and made him a science student. He has a solid political background.

A few years ago, he would have thought that writing materials was a waste of time, a waste of time, and a waste of time. At that time, he never imagined that one day he would take the postgraduate entrance examination and use all of this.

As long as you remember it, all your experiences in life will come back to you in some form at some point, allowing you to live the life you want.

…

In the afternoon, there were obviously fewer candidates in the examination room. Lu Qingxuan simply removed the scratch paper from his seat.

Deserter, huh, she thought so. Then she filled in the missing exam on the signature form.
To be continued...