Ning Chunyan took off her clothes, lay down on the soft vacuum quilt, turned on the bedside night light, and planned to use her mobile phone for a few minutes before falling asleep.

Half an hour later, the phone screen suddenly turned black, reflecting Ning Chunyan's silly face, and the screen showed an incoming call from Wang Zixu.

She was quite surprised.

"Hello?"

"Let me tell you something."

The voice on the other end of the phone was chattering. Ning Chunyan propped himself up on the bed and sat up straight, the mattress creaking.

"What's up?"

"Is there no one next to you?"

"Where is there anyone in the middle of the night?"

On the phone, Wang Zixu swallowed: "I'm logged in."

"Really?!" Ning Chunyan was so excited that the mattress springs rattled.

"OK."

"Published" is nothing else, it means that the manuscript has been published. The place where it was published is naturally "Acquisition". The two of them knew that there was no need to say anything. Just one word of publishing is enough to make Ningchun Banquet go crazy.

"That's "Get", you actually logged in, it's unbelievable!" Ning Chunyan screamed with suppressed voice, like a little girl who met her idol.

In fact, when he called, she had already predicted the news, but she was still overly excited when she learned that she would be on "Get". Ning Chunyan pressed her temples with her fingers and told herself to calm down.

"I also feel like I'm dreaming." Wang Zixu said, "Yesterday I met with the editor of "Get" and talked a lot with their editor-in-chief Li Minyang."

"No way, Chief Editor Li came to see you in person?!" Ning Chunyan was even more surprised, "High-standard treatment!"

After a pause, Ning Chunyan asked again: "Is the full text published? All 600,000 words?"

"Yes, it is expected to be published in three phases, with one phase containing 200,000 words."

"Wow!"

Ning Chunyan broke out a very crude catchphrase, but she couldn't care less, holding a breath in her throat: "One issue of 200,000 words, this is going to defy the heavens!"

"I was also surprised. And they said that the front page of the second issue was given to me, and the front page of the first issue was given to Gu Zao, and mine was placed as the finale. But the header of the table of contents was written about me."

Magazine catalogs are not necessarily arranged in page order. Generally, the most important works will be placed at the top of the catalog. "Fire in the Stone" enjoys this treatment.

Hearing this, Ning Chunyan was knocked unconscious, chattering endlessly, talking about chariots, and was full of admiration.

Wang Zixu originally wanted to talk about the seminar, but because he didn't think twice about it, and because she was already dizzy, he didn't share it with her.

Ning Chunyan said: "Zixu, when the next issue of "Get" is published, you really have hope to compete for the Feishi Literary Award, even if your opponent is Shi Tonghe's son!"

After listening to this, Wang Zixu showed no expression on his face and nodded gently: "Yes."

Ning Chunyan clenched her fists and punched the air with all her strength.

Winning the first prize of the Fischer Literary Award is certainly a great honor, but being on "Acquired" is not an honor at all.

So far Xiao Mengyin has not been able to publish a single article in "Get".

If the full text of 600,000 words can be published in "Get", it will be a final decision to establish one's position in the literary world. It will be like a wedge firmly rooted in the soil of Chinese culture. Over the years, people may forget about the Fei Shi Literary Award.

First prize, but I will definitely remember his work.

So what if the first Jade Prize is not given to him? If he is not given the first prize, then he is blind. Shi Tonghe can rely on his prestige and connections to influence many judges, but sooner or later people will find out that Shi Shuqiu is his son. If the jury wants to lose face, they will

Think carefully about the selection of the first prize.

So as long as Wang Zixu can appear on "Get", there will be changes in this battle that Xiao Mengyin categorically predicts will be lost.

Thinking of this, Ning Chunyan was excited and frowned.

"Zizixu, I suddenly thought that it would be best not to tell others about this matter of yours."

"I didn't plan to tell anyone else," Wang Zixu said.

"You shouldn't even tell us." Ning Chunyan said, "You told Lu Qingxuan and the others the day before yesterday, and we even had a special meal to celebrate in private. Although I told them not to leak the news, there is no guarantee that they will."

Wang Zixu thought about it and felt that he couldn't blame himself for not keeping his mouth shut. That day, he was dizzy and depressed to the extreme. If he didn't let it out, he would really collapse.

Ning Chunyan asked: "Besides calling me, you didn't tell anyone else, right?"

"No, the first call I made to you."

"Okay, it doesn't matter. Don't tell anyone that you've finished the manuscript." Ning Chunyan said, "Don't tell anyone. Just hold it in, be depressed, and don't say anything. Even if you kill me, you won't say anything."

"Yeah." Wang Zixu nodded on the phone, and after a while he said, "Even Chen Qing... Editor-in-chief Chen didn't tell you?"

"Don't tell me." Ning Chunyan said, "Tell you, Wang Zixu, until your manuscript is printed in "Get", bound into a volume, and officially released, and people all over the country have seen it, you don't want to tell anyone this news.

speak."

"Yes." Prince Xu said firmly.

You can go back on what you have decided, and you can take it back and destroy it after you print it. You will learn a lesson, and both of them have lingering fears.

After hanging up the phone, he sat on the cot in the workroom without turning on the light. The bright moon also knew what it was like to be lonely, and it softly broke in through the window and imprinted on his chest.

He was fiddling with the phone in his hand, and the screen stayed on Chen Qingluo's contact interface. The call history was blank, which meant that since adding this number, there had been no calls between them.

Ning Chunyan said not to tell anyone the news - he thought so too, but after tossing and turning and losing sleep for half the night, he finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He wanted to tell Chen Qingluo the news, but he didn't dare.

As the next best thing, he called Ning Chunyan's phone number, wanting to check it out before telling Chen Qingluo, but was stopped by Ning Chunyan's words of "don't tell anyone."

It's not that he doesn't trust Chen Qingluo. If he becomes a fugitive in the world and can only find one person, he will go to Chen Qingluo. Even if he is reported, he will die in her hands. But he still dare not tell her. He found out

I can't share my happiness with her like a normal friend.

Ning Chunyan's words gave him an excuse to retreat, so he simply retreated. He threw away his phone and went to bed.

…

After the written exam was completed and the manuscript was published, life suddenly became easier. Wang Zixu's feeling was like being released from prison - although he had never been in prison, he must have felt similar - suddenly dividing his time into small chunks.

Life turned into doing nothing, giving birth to a sudden feeling of emptiness and hesitation.

Prince Xu returned to work at the magazine.

Halfway through October, the temperature dropped sharply, and long-sleeved singles could no longer last the whole day. He put on the coat he had worn in Xihe before, putting it on to get rid of the cold.

After entering the club, Chen Qingluo was not there as usual. Lu Qingxuan and Diao Yiwen only looked up at him and then lowered their heads to work. Ning Chunyan made eye contact with him for a few seconds. After a while, he called him over and said that they were arranging for him to interrogate.

manuscript work.

Using the mountain of manuscripts on the table as cover, Ning Chunyan came over and whispered: "You called me yesterday, right? I wasn't dreaming, was I?"

"It's not a dream."

"Remember, don't tell anyone."

"Um."

"I forgot to tell you yesterday," Ning Chunyan said, "Shi Tonghe doesn't take you seriously now, but if he thought you could threaten his son's first prize, he wouldn't deal with you to the same extent as now."

Wang Zi nodded: "I know."

He returned to his seat with the manuscript and reviewed it for a while. His mind was still uncertain. Suddenly he glanced and saw Diao Yiwen peeking towards him. After making eye contact with him, the other party simply came over and sat next to him.

Got off.

"How's it going?"

Wang Zixu tried to understand and pretended to be confused: "What's going on?"

Diao Yiwen asked: "Didn't you say the day before yesterday that it was very promising?"

"There is indeed a good chance of passing the written test." Wang Zixu said, "Those questions have been reviewed."

Diao Yiwen was anxious: "I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about "obtaining"." Lu Qingxuan suddenly stopped what she was doing and turned her ears away.

Wang Zixu shook his head: "It's hard to say."

"Did it fail?" Diao Yiwen asked.

"I haven't heard back from them yet."

Diao Yiwen pouted: "Then you said there was hope before?"

Wang Zixu said: "I am not allowed to have a little confidence in myself?"

Diao Yiwen wondered: "There is always an explanation for whether or not the manuscript has been rejected, right?"

Wang Zixu was deliberately vague: "They probably have to continue reviewing the manuscript."

Seeing Diao Yiwen's disbelief, Wang Zixu added: "My manuscript is close to 600,000 words, and it won't take a day or two to finish it. Maybe it won't be until next month, so there's no rush."

Diao Yiwen stared and asked, "What about your Fei Shi essay application?"

"If you can't get in, just give up. For me now, as long as I can publish the manuscript, I'll be fine."

Diao Yiwen left with a disappointed look on her face, then turned around and said: "I thought you would really stick to yourself and go to Feishi even if you break your head. It seems that you are not as pure as I thought."

Lu Qingxuan cleared her throat and said to this side: "Sister Yiwen, I have a question to ask you. Can you come over?"

Diao Yiwen went over, but Lu Qingxuan pulled her out of the door.
To be continued...