Lin Feng suddenly remembered something and said to Wang Zixu: "By the way, I forgot to introduce you. This is Director Ma of the Liaison Department of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles."

A slightly dark man looked at Wang Zixu.

"This is Director Yang of Xihe TV Station."

A middle-aged woman smiled faintly at the prince and nodded.

"This is Deng, the publisher..."

Lin Feng introduced Wang Zixu one by one. They were all well-known figures in the Xihe literary and art circles. Now they gathered at this table, and the "old village chief" suddenly showed the style of Shuibo Liangshan Zhongyi Hall.

Xie Cong stretched out his hand and waved: "Mr. Lin, we agreed before we came here today that we would strip away our social identities and simply reminisce about our youth. After you have introduced me, don't thank me anymore. It's weird."

Lin Feng said: "Oh, no wonder you came to the old village chief, a place full of memories."

"That's right! Otherwise, according to our standards, we can't find a private kitchen? Just come here. What is that sentence called?"

"Remember the bitter and think of the sweet!"

"wrong!"

"Reminiscing about youth!"

Xie Cong raised his wine glass: "Yes! Let's come and reminisce about the glorious past!"

Everyone raised their glasses and the atmosphere was good.

The barbecue was served just in time, and everyone started eating in a hurry. Lin Feng winked at Wang Zixu, suggesting that he should seize the opportunity.

If it had been left in the past, Wang Zixu would have felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. All the giants in Xihe's literary and artistic circles were present here. If a meteorite fell from the sky and hit the old village chief accurately, the literary and artistic circles in Xihe would immediately be in place.

Go back fifty years.

But now he was completely distracted by the news about Chen Qingluo, and he was a little distracted. As soon as Lin Feng finished the introduction, he forgot the last name of the person next to him. No matter how awesome someone is, compared to Chen Qingluo, they are just A, B, and B.

, is so unimportant.

Xie Cong began to tell people at the table about Chen Qingluo. Some of these things were familiar, some were unfamiliar, and some he had no idea about. Xie Cong knew all the treasures from his family. Wang Zixu suddenly realized that Chen Qingluo was not just his own youth.

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Xie Cong said: "Speaking of which, the reason why I came to the cultural industry as a science student is because of Chen Qingluo's leading role. Over the years, I have followed her back and walked step by step."

Someone asked: "No wonder you are not married now, is it because you have been chasing Bai Yueguang?"

"That's not true." Xie Cong shook his head, "The main reason is that I can't afford a house in Donghai, haha!"

Everyone at the table was hit hard and started shouting: "The housing prices in Donghai are too outrageous. You either have to work for the landlord for half your life, or you can work for the bank for half your life."

When it comes to this topic, Lin Feng and Wang Zixu have no say. They are both natives of Xihe and have never considered going out. Others at the table can still consider buying a house, but they are not even qualified to do so.

Xie Cong said: "Who says it's not the case? How carefree and happy it would be if someone didn't get married and no one cares about them? I often play with two little girls from college students who have odd and even numbers. Who can't think of getting married?"

Someone said: "Please tell me the odd and even numbers in detail."

Xie Cong said: "There are lesbians on the table, how can we elaborate on this?"

Director Yang, the only female at the table, raised his glass: "Mr. Xie is also a sweetheart."

Xie Cong also raised his glass: "It's not about temperament, it's just about eating and drinking."

Director Yang said: "Life can't just include food and drink, but also a little poetry and distant places."

"The distance is too far, and writing poetry is too difficult."

“Mr.

"It's because I've come into contact with too many cultural people and I can't help but be influenced by it. I still won't change my secular background."

A person next to me said: "Food and sex are also related to food and sex. It is either vulgar or romantic. Those who engage in literature and art are not romantic? Those who engage in literature and art are all romantic! Passion produces poets, and life has no passion. How can we make others intoxicated?"

"That's right."

Lin Feng and Wang Zixu both lowered their heads and behaved like obedient babies, not daring to express their anger. They are both dutiful people and have lost the qualifications to engage in literature and art.

A person at the table who Wang Zixu couldn’t remember his last name but was a big figure in the literary and art circles of Xihe said:

"If you ask me, today's era is romantic, and romance comes from being free enough. Especially in the literary and art circles, freedom can bring fresh air. Have you heard of the person who has become popular recently? What is that person called..."

Xie Cong asked: "Who are you talking about?"

"He's the one who became popular by flirting with girls." The man scratched his head.

The prince tilted his head and asked, "Shen Qingfeng?"

"It's not Shen Qingfeng."

The man finally remembered his name, clapped his hands and said, "Little Prince!"

…

"Your idol is the little prince?"

On the other end of the phone, the girl's voice was a little weird, her tone seemed to have been guessed, and it seemed to be unexpected, with a hint of laughter.

Ning Chunyan had a dark face: "Don't laugh at me! Yes, that's right, I do use Wenwen. I'm still a deep user of Wenwen. What's wrong? Who doesn't have a niche hobby?"

The girl said: "Niche hobbies are common, but it is very rare to turn a niche hobby into your idol."

"A rare ghost."

Ning Chunyan complained and kept typing.

"Isn't it normal for someone to have a wife? If he can seduce so many people, he must be a smart person. Why can't he get married young?"

Ning Chunyan said: "No, I'm actually not sure yet. In fact, the thing is like this, I got a manuscript by accident, and I found that the wording and sentence construction of this manuscript... No, how should I put it, that kind of

The taste is very similar to the little prince."

The other end of the phone said casually: "Then the owner of your manuscript got married, right?"

Ning Chunyan said: "Qingluo, you are indeed as smart as ice and snow."

"No matter where you are, you are not far behind the Xihe Twin Jewels."

"Let's not trade business with each other."

Chen Qingluo squatted on the sofa, moving her ice-white feet and holding nail clippers in her hands.

"Then you want to give me the manuscript to taste and make sure it tastes the same, right?"

"Bingxue smart Qingluo!"

Chen Qingluo put the cut toenails in toilet paper and wrapped them carefully: "Okay, then you can send it to me."

"I'm still typing." Ning Chunyan said, "I only have the paper manuscript in hand, and I'm typing it into an electronic version."

"You type word by word? You are stupid, why don't you scan?"

"I like to understand the original intention of the author's novel by repeating its passages word for word."

Chen Qingluo rolled her eyes cutely, but unfortunately no one saw it: "Hand-rubbing immortal, right? Craftsman spirit, right?"

"That's understandable, so you go and see the little prince first!"

"In the end, it's still Amway."

"whee."

Chen Qingluo turned on her mobile phone and asked, "Where can I watch it?"

"I'll send you a link later."

Chen Qingluo clicked on the link, trying to stay patient and not lose motivation: "Actually, if you can't finish typing, you can just show me the manuscript tomorrow."

Ning Chunyan was surprised: "Have you returned to Xihe?"
Chapter completed!