"What is your character?" Xiao Mengyin blinked and asked.

Sometimes, as soon as your opponent makes a move, you will know which sect he belongs to.

But Wang Zixu was still a little dissatisfied, so he turned his head over and imitated Xiao Mengyin and said in a low voice:

"How do you know I have a role?"

Xiao Mengyin and his forehead were almost touching: "You raise your head and scan the scene, yes, scan the scene... After reading it? I ask you, who among the people present has no personal names?"

"Do I have to be the same as others?"

"...If you are different from others, dressed like this and so gorgeously?"

Xiao Mengyin looked him up and down, then couldn't help but raise his face and stared at his face and looked at him.

This shows that "showing off" is her for the sake of face, and "handsome and handsome" should be closer to her true thoughts.

In fact, as a man with a height of 182 cm and a weight of nearly 80 kilograms, it is not an exaggeration to say that Wang Zixu is "magnificent". He can wear any clothes to achieve better results.

It’s just that he doesn’t like to dress up deliberately. The reason for not dressing up deliberately is mainly due to inferiority.

He developed early when he was a child, was tall and big, and had a gentle temperament. Therefore, people who disliked him combined his personal background and physiological characteristics and called him a "motherless barbarian". This caused him great psychological trauma.

There are many culprits of Wang Zixu's inferiority complex. In short, by the end of high school, he was depressed every day, and his size was 1.8 meters tall and looked only 1.7 meters.

Xiao Mengyin knew nothing about these history, and only felt that Wang Zixu was completely renewed today, and urged in a low voice: "So what kind of character are you? Say it."

Wang Zixu said: "I am a literary knight."

"puff!"

Xiao Mengyin laughed so hard that the flowers were trembling. Wang Zixu looked at her with embarrassment and Bo Yun, feeling that it was already very difficult to tell the matter out of it. Xiao Mengyin even put a deception. Besides, is it so funny?

"I'm sorry, I can't help it...huhu...Literary Knight, haha,Literary Knight!"

After Xiao Mengyin finished laughing, she reached out and wiped a small teardrop with her little finger at the corner of her eyes, cleared her throat, and said:

"This character is quite good, consistent with the popularity of the Internet. Duan Xiaosang is quite reliable."

"Then why are you laughing at?"

"Isn't it funny if someone introduces himself to a Literary Knight in front of you?"

Wang Zixu glanced at her and asked, "What is your personality?"

Xiao Mengyin calmed down: "A genius literary girl who is young, unique, beautiful but transparent, cold but gentle, combining talent and beauty with oneness."

"You've repeated your beauty twice."

“Share emphasis.”

Xiao Mengyin's thick skin shocked Wang Zixu, and he couldn't laugh even if he wanted to.

But in this way, he was a little curious about Ning Chunyan's character - there must be at least three "beauties" in it, right? Chen Qingluo may have more than twenty.

Of course, the above is based on his personal subjective judgment and cannot represent mainstream opinions.

The two walked through the exhibition area.

Under the golden spotlights, the flashing pages were led by transparent nylon silk threads, hanging in the air;

The bookshelf that stretches across the street is as shy as the walls of Suzhou gardens, and the bookshelf is filled with works by recent writers, including "Yesterday Star", but not "Fire in Stone".

Wang Zixu said: "I am still very confused. I said it is a character, how should I show it? Should I just bring someone over and chat?"

Xiao Mengyin said: "Ha, that's right. I'm confused for the first time and I've been home for a long time to review. I've already had experience this time."

"Do you mind sharing your experience with me? You will definitely repay me in the future."

"That's right, I definitely won't say anything to you," Xiao Mengyin blinked at him. "Every year, there are several thematic seminars, and most authors will participate. Your goal is to speak as much as possible at the conference."

After saying that, Xiao Mengyin said again: "Note that this discussion is not a closed-door discussion. Almost everyone participating in the salon will pay attention to the discussion, and those publishers will observe new forces. The editors I am working with now met at the salon last year."

Wang Zixu thought for a while: "So, discussion is a performance?"

"That's right."

"So what topics are there this year?"

“look~”

Wang Zixu looked in the direction of Xiao Mengyin's finger. Not far away, translucent silk fell from the air, and the golden light formed the sentences in "Dream of Red Mansions" flowed on it, and the display sign hanging at the lower place said:

"Fiction and Reality of the Tower of Babel - A Guide to the Genealogy of the Nobel Prize for a Century of Writing"

After reading it, Wang Zixu was silent for two seconds and commented:

“Isn’t this a professional counterpart?”

"Ah? What's your major?" Xiao Mengyin looked back at him.

"No, that's not what it means." Wang Zixu said, "I'll participate in this."

He was about to go there when Xiao Mengyin grabbed him: "I said wait."

"Are you sure you think about it carefully? Let me remind you first that there are no mediocre people here, and those who are attending the audience are all experts and have very high discussion skills. You should be more familiar with the topic. If you reveal your bottom line, you will be embarrassed if you find out that it is not good."

Wang Zixu turned around and asked, "You have to know how much you know about the Nobel Prize before you can join the discussion?"

Xiao Mengyin thought for a while: "You must at least understand the works of the Nobel Prize winners in the past 5 years... No, right? At least everyone has to read a masterpiece, right?"

Wang Zixu asked: "Is a hundred years enough?"

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

...

Chen Qingluo entered the hall and looked around for a long time. He couldn't find the figure who had just been snuggling with each other. He didn't see the back that looked like Wang Zixu, as if a drop of water disappeared in the water.

At first, she felt that her pace was slow and she didn't keep up. Later, she began to doubt whether she was a little suspicious and had read it wrong.

Chen Qingluo is a firm woman, but it does not mean that she will not doubt herself.

Editor Zhang Ruofei was still following her honestly. Chen Qingluo stared at him for ten seconds. Before he saw that he started to think a lot, Chen Qingluo finally spoke:

"You go and play by yourself."

Zhang Ruofei felt that he was treated like a child and glared at him: "Ah?"

"You can hold your own events," Chen Qingluo said, "no need to follow me."

Zhang Ruofei shook his head: "It's okay, I have no other activities except you. It's great to follow you and take a look."

After saying that, Zhang Ruofei was a little happy and felt that his writing style was too good, but Chen Qingluo sighed and gave up the tactfulness:

"Don't follow me. I have something to do."

Drive away the dejected Zhang Ruofei, Chen Qingluo walked through the crowd, walked the elevator next to the hotel, and headed to the second floor.

Chen Qingluo has a long history with Gu Xuan Salon. Shortly after her debut, she was invited as a minor genius literary young woman and became the youngest participant in the history of Gu Xuan Salon.

But she didn't have much experience in attending the salon, and only twice. The first time and this time.

It was not that she did not receive the invitation during this period, but that she declined the invitation.

She doesn't like masked dances very much, she doesn't want to perform in front of the crowd, and she doesn't like being surrounded by a group of celebrities who are older than herself and coaxing them to play with them as children.

Of course, no one would have regarded her as a child a long time ago. But people's laziness is inertia, so she has never responded to the invitation.

The woman in front of her said, "Mr. Gu Xuan hasn't come yet..."

Chen Qingluo said: "I can wait."

The woman smiled apologetically: "I don't know Mr. Gu Xuan's schedule, I can't tell you if he will come today."

Chen Qingluo asked: "Will he not come to his own salon?"

The woman hesitated for a moment: "He has appeared less and less in recent years. Last year, he only came to stand for a while at the end and left. So I can't say how long you will wait."

Chen Qingluo fell into silence, and she felt herself frowning slightly.

In fact, she can control her, and she can not frown. But she feels that frowning now can give the other party a little pressure and let the other party think of ways. She will use this trick when she doesn't want to talk, which has become an instinct now.

Sure enough, the woman in front of her was even more panicked and stretched out her hand and said, "Or, you can go to our salon first. When I contact Mr. Gu, I will tell you."

Chen Qingluo hesitated for a moment, nodded, and walked out of the glass door.

Outside the door is an empty porch, which extends far away. Directly opposite the door, many seats are neatly arranged, and now there is no one.

Just below these rows of seats, you can see the seats forming a circle of discussion meetings. The topic of the meeting is "Fiction and Reality Tower of Babel - A Guide to Analysis and Reading of the Nobel Prize's Century Writing Genealogy".

His eyes passed through the pages of the book hanging in the air. Chen Qingluo did not search for the figure of interest. She turned her head and returned to the glass door.

"I'll just sit here. There's nothing I'm interested in outside."

The woman brought the tea and worked hard at the front desk for a while. After a long time, she suddenly raised her head and said softly:

"Do you have something important? I'll call Mr. Gu Xuan to notify."

Chen Qingluo didn't know what she was doing for so she hesitated for a long time and did not dare to call her boss, but she could understand.

She stretched out her hand and put on a pose for help.
To be continued...