When Wang Zixu saw the woman, he was shocked.

The woman has shoulder-length, medium-length hair that is slightly curly; she is wearing an apricot-colored Chinese sleeveless long skirt, dotted with ink bamboo paintings; the slit at the hem of the skirt reveals two extremely long legs.

Wrapped in pearlescent translucent stockings.

The skirt is covered with a thin shirt of the same color, which is light and fluffy. One sleeve falls down, revealing a smooth white shoulder; silver pendant earrings are exposed under the hair, long and shining with cold light.

In fact, if you look closely, her facial features cannot be called perfect: her eyes seem to be able to speak, moist and springy, but not too big; the corners of her mouth are raised, pink as cherry, but the color is a bit too light; her forehead

Compared to the beauties on TV, they are a little wider.

But when these are combined together, their respective shortcomings are eliminated, just like Bach's Harpsichord Concerto No. 2 in D minor. Each part strives to show its own characteristics, but maintains the right balance.

In other words, she cannot simply be described as "beautiful". Whether it is her smooth shoulders or strong long legs, they all burst out with strong vitality. Rather than saying that she is "beautiful", it is better to say that she is libido

incarnation.

Wang Zixu seemed to see an elk appear in the office. It first turned Wang Zixu over with its huge antlers, then jumped on the table, trampling the room into a mess, and papers flying in the sky.

"Hello? Hello? Hello!"

Wang Zixu suddenly realized that in front of him was the big face of the middle-aged man, who was staring at him suspiciously.

"I asked you when Director Mei will be back?"

Prince Xuru woke up from his dream and replied: "In two hours."

"So long?"

The man frowned, looked down at his watch, and asked the woman, "Talented Ning, do you want to wait?"

At this time, the woman was already sitting on the sofa, with her hands on her knees, dimples appearing on her face, and she looked obedient:

"Of course you have to wait. I came to Xihe just to see Senior Mei. It will be worth waiting for as long as you want."

The middle-aged man said: "Okay, please wait for a while, I will go do other things and come back later."

The woman nodded: "You can go about your own business and don't worry about me."

After the man left, only Wang Zixu and the woman were left in the office.

Wang Zixu opened the "Speech at the On-site Meeting to Celebrate the Completion of the New Dream Project and Optimize the Business Environment" on his computer, dragged it up and down, and looked at it carelessly while peeking at the woman.

The woman seemed to notice that he was looking at her, and her eyes drifted over. Wang Zixu quickly turned to look at the screen, staring hard at the speech script on the screen, mumbling words, as if he wanted to eat the computer.

She is very beautiful, just like a painting in the Louvre. Wang Zixu can stop for a long time to appreciate the beauty of the painting, but he will never be crazy enough to want to possess it.

Only extremely wealthy people would want to buy the paintings they like when visiting the Louvre. That is the willfulness of wealthy people. A prince would not even dare to think about it. It is precisely because of his humbleness that he can

Better to maintain a simple appreciation of beautiful things.

He couldn't help but dream: if it were in a knight's novel, this woman would be the real heroine, playing around like a clown with countless Don Quixotes, and then wear the ring presented by the most powerful knight.

As for Wang Zixu, he is neither a knight nor Don Quixote. He may be Sancho, the attendant beside Don Quixote.

"My name is Ning Chunyan," the woman suddenly introduced herself, "I have some connection with your Director Mei, and I came here specially to see him this time."

"Oh." Wang Zixu's voice was dry.

Ning Chunyan asked: "Is Director Mei still writing poetry?"

Wang Zixu said: "I don't know. I'm not from this office."

Ning Chunyan opened her eyes slightly, as if she wanted to ask him why he was sitting here.

Wang Zixu said nothing. He didn't know why he was sitting here. He put his hands on his legs and felt that he must be looking stupid in her eyes.

The office was very quiet, and the wall clock on the wall was ticking. It was a hard time. The phone call still hadn't come through.

Wang Zixu didn't want to talk to this woman anymore, but finally couldn't hold it in any longer and said, "Are you the Ning Chun Banquet whose novel was published in "September"?"

Ning Chunyan covered her mouth and her eyes wandered: "Have you seen "September"?"

Wang Zixu murmured: "September is the top pure literary magazine in China."

Ning Chunyan laughed and said, "I thought no one would read pure literature now."

Her smile was like light raindrops on a spring pool. Wang Zixu quickly turned his head away from her and continued to read the speech silently.

"September" is a prestigious domestic purely literary journal, and publishing articles in it is the only way to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. Wang Zixu read "September" carefully, and the text of Ning Chunyan impressed him

Very profound.

When he saw this name, he immediately thought of Li Bai's "Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passerby of hundreds of generations", leaving him with endless reveries.

He originally thought that Ning Chunyan was a kind old woman, with wisdom revealed in her wrinkled eyes, but he did not expect that she was so young and even looked younger than him.

He understood why he felt that Ning Chunyan was so beautiful. The literary temperament in her body was a special attack on people like him, and her weaknesses were 100% broken.

There were voices outside the door, and then the door was pushed open. The fragile tranquility was broken for a moment. A man walked in and said in a loud voice:

"What a fate! I didn't expect that it would be such a coincidence that talented girl Ning would also return to Xihe!"

The man was short and thin, with sunglasses on his head and neat hair. He looked high-spirited, but there was a faint feeling of greasiness in his bones.

When Ning Chunyan saw the man, he stood up, put his legs together, tilted his head and said, "Shen Qingfeng?"

Shen Qingfeng laughed and stretched out his hand. Ning Chunyan hesitated for a second and touched him with her fingertips, but Shen Qingfeng held it with both hands.

"Ningcai Jurchen is more beautiful than she looks in the photos! Rare visitors, rare visitors! Welcome back to Xihe!"

Wang Zixu stared blankly at the scene in front of him, feeling a bit like a dream. Because he also knew Shen Qingfeng.

This one is even more heavyweight.

Shen Qingfeng used to be a radio broadcast host. After resigning, he opened a B&B and published a book called "Girls, Cheer, Little Hands", which became a hit. Then he published one book a year, and he dominated the market every time.

The ranking list has formed a cultural spectacle.

On the bedside of Wang Zixu's bedroom, he always has Proust's "In Search of Lost Time", Faulkner's "Absalom! Absalom!", and Llosa's "Long Talk in the Bar".

On the wife's side, Shen Qingfeng's "Girls, Hold Your Hands", "Run! Hakimi" and "Hallelujah is So Cool" are played all year round.

He glanced at his wife's book and never read it again, which made him feel sick. But his wife read it with gusto.

His wife always criticizes him, and you look down on this and that every day. I think Shen Qingfeng is more educated than you, otherwise why would others be so angry? What qualifications do you have to despise others?

Wang Zixu said, "You are judging by results. Success does not necessarily mean you are talented. Anyway, I didn't see any beneficial elements in Shen Qingfeng's book."

The wife rolled her eyes and said that if you succeed, you may not necessarily have talent, but you must have money. If you don't succeed, you must not have talent.

Wang Zixu could not refute him.

Shen Qingfeng sat on the sofa, crossed his legs high, and chatted with Ning Chunyan.

"You are also from Xihe, and I am also from Xihe, but you are a member of the Provincial Writers Association, and I am the vice president of the Municipal Writers Association. We still need to communicate more in our future work in order to better serve our fellow writers."

Ning Chunyan chuckled, and after he finished laughing, he said: "I am a casual person, not very good at leadership work. If you want to communicate with me, I can't say anything useful."

Her answer was decent and gentle, but there was a soft spot behind it. Seeing that the beauty was not interested, Shen Qingfeng started a new topic.

He added: "We are all living in different places all over the country. Today we suddenly bumped into each other. How can this not be fate? If it is fate, you have to drink. Go to my B&B in the evening, buy you a drink, and let you stay in the B&B for free."

When you leave, just sign our name on the wall."

Ning Chunyan declined his invitation again, saying that she wanted to go home and stay with her parents.

Shen Qingfeng said in surprise, "Ning Cainnv hasn't taken her parents to a big city yet? I have houses in major tourist cities across the country. My parents can live wherever they want. Sometimes I can't find them."

them.

Ning Chunyan said lightly, "How can I be as rich as Mr. Shen?"

After hitting several nails one after another, Shen Qingfeng didn't know what to say. The office also became quiet, and the sound of the clock returned to the office.

Wang Zixu regretted it. He regretted why he took that job and had to sit here.

He had had many fantasies about the literary world before, but he did not expect that the literary world would come to him intuitively in such an unexpected way.

One is a best-selling author, and the other is a pure literary writer. Everyone gathered in the office of No. 1 Penzhuang in Xihe. They are all representative figures, but the atmosphere at the scene is so uncomfortable.

He began to pray, hoping that the hostess would call him quickly and save him from this embarrassing atmosphere.

"By the way." Shen Qingfeng was scrolling through his phone, suddenly turned away and said, "Does Ning Cainv know about Lin Feng from our Writers Association?"

The name Lin Feng made Wang Zixu straighten up quickly.

Ning Chunyan said: "It seems he writes reportage, right? He published novels in "Novel Monthly", I remember."

Shen Qingfeng said: "Yes, this person has always been a bit pretentious. But something very interesting happened yesterday."

Ning Chunyan tilted his head and waited for him to continue. Shen Qingfeng continued:

"Yesterday he went to a work unit for a check-up, drank with a clerk and fell asleep. He went home and went crazy. His wife kicked him out of the house. He recited Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult" on the street. Did you know?"
Chapter completed!