Chen Qingluo once said that Wang Zixu was smart in some aspects, but overall he was a fool.

A fool does not have a weak brain. A fool can also have a good brain, but it takes half a lifetime for a fool to think clearly about something that others can easily figure out. By the time he figures it out, he has already suffered a loss for half his life. This is not

What is a fool?

Wang Zixu is such an idiot. Chen Qingluo wanted to understand things when he was in high school, but he didn't understand them until he was 30 years old. After he figured it out, he realized it and felt that his previous life had been in vain.

He used to think that one must have character and attitude in one's life. For example, when he was asked to write an essay on "dreams", he could only think of the conflict between his father's will and his son's dream, because this conflict was the purest and most important.

Can reflect the theme.

If Chen Qingluo were to write it, or Ning Chunyan was to write it, or even Shen Qingfeng was to write it, this story would never be that simple.

Chen Qingluo will make a little boy disabled after being hit by a car, and he will win the championship in the Paralympic Games after being equipped with prosthetic limbs; Ning Chunyan will make the little boy experience the luxuries of the upper class and be confused for a period of time, and then suddenly wake up; Shen Qingfeng will write this

The little boy later dated many girls and met many awesome people, and finally solved the mystery: this little boy is himself.

The stories they wrote not only operate in the fields they are good at, but also contain some extremely exciting parts. Chen Qingluo is bitter, Ning Chunyan is expensive, and Shen Qingfeng is proud, which are all eye-catching.

Wang Zixu is hard to catch. Everything he writes looks ordinary, and you have to read it carefully to appreciate the meaning. This is a big disadvantage.

If Yu Hua were to write this story, the little boy would definitely be gifted in running, be the first to donate blood, and then be beaten to death by an unscrupulous doctor. This is his "alive".

If Marquez had written this story, the little boy would have become an underground boxer. He would have been beaten black and blue, but he could not earn any money. He wanted to steal something to eat when he was hungry, but was shot to death by an old woman with a revolver. This is

"Tuesday Nap Time".

Depending on the author, this story may also become "The Catcher in the Rye", "To Kill a Mockingbird" or even "Dragon". There are too many stories in the world, and there is a person who has infinite longing for the future.

unlucky child.

Writers are a group of extremely cunning people, and Wang Zixu lacks such cunning. The most cunning thing he has ever done in his life is to put the harvest cigarettes in Xuanhemen's box.

On the second floor, a door was opened, warm yellow light poured out, a head popped out from the crack of the door, it was the poet, and another head popped out, it was Ye Lan.

"Is he still writing?"

"It seems so."

The two women were in tears. Ye Lan said, "He has already worked 12 hours today, right?"

"17 hours." The poet said, "He got up at 6:50 in the morning. Not counting running time, he also worked for 17 hours. He didn't take a nap."

Ye Lan said: "Should we persuade him? What if he dies?"

The poet said: "It's better not to disturb him now. He is going through a catastrophe."

Ye Lan stared at the poet: "Overcoming the tribulation?"

The poet nodded: "He is getting stronger. Can you find it? Serious men usually become handsome. He suddenly became handsome just now."

After she finished speaking, both women thought what they just said was funny, so they both laughed silly at the same time.

After laughing, Ye Lan asked curiously: "He was able to increase the retention rate from 6% to 16% before he became stronger. If he still becomes stronger, what's the point? What kind of industry legend will he create?"

"I don't know. Someone always has to create a myth. Of course, he might collapse from exhaustion tomorrow and never recover."

Ye Lan sighed sadly and said: "Let him sleep all the time tomorrow. I don't feel sorry for him, but there are still 19 days to go."

The poet said: "I don't have any objection anyway. I made one hundred thousand in one day today, and after deducting taxes, I still have seventy or eighty thousand left. Don't let me live and eat for free in the next few days, I can just pay the rent."

"

The two people's heads retracted into the door of the room. The warm light in the shape of the door on the second floor disappeared. Wang Zixu in the living room was still working hard, unaware of what was going on upstairs.

The poet did not ask Ye Lan why he sobered up so quickly, nor did Ye Lan ask the poet why he did not expose her. Women are born writers, even more cunning than writers.

…

Lin Feng didn't know why he came to Shen Qingfeng's B&B. It had an elegant name, "Qingfeng Residence". Speaking of which, this was his second time here.

The first time he was invited by Shen Qingfeng in person - at that time Shen Qingfeng had just joined the Cultural Association and invited everyone from the Association to be guests, including Lin Feng. Later, Lin Feng became a competitor, and he never

The qualifications are here.

Although Lin Feng disliked Shen Qingfeng's tendency to follow others' influence and his duplicitous character, he had to admit that Shen Qingfeng had a great business acumen.

In the first year after Qingfengju settled in Xihe, Shen Qingfeng invited all the important people in Xihe to stay here for one night. Soon Qingfengju became a prosperous business, and the prices rose step by step, gradually becoming unaffordable for Lin Feng.

.

Qingfengju is not only a house, but also has a courtyard, a pavilion, a restaurant, a pond, a bonfire, a mahjong table, and sometimes many young ladies dancing. Not only can you meet Shen Qingfeng here, but you can also eat, play cards, and fish.

, if you are lucky, you can even pick up a young lady, so everyone loves to come here.

When people from Xihe talk about this place, they all think it is a very honorable thing to come here.

This does not include Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was sitting in the car and saw Gou Yingbiao and Shen Qingfeng laughing all the way into Qingfeng Residence. He gritted his teeth and slapped the steering wheel: "It's such an insult to being polite! It's such an insult to being polite!"

After a while, he sneakily got out of the car and walked into Qingfengju with his head held high. The receptionist wearing a cheongsam immediately walked over, her long legs stretched out from under the skirt, shining so brightly that it stung Lin Feng.

I can barely keep my eyes open.

After reading the price list, he couldn't open his eyes even more. He paid the deposit with half-squinted eyes, followed the receptionist upstairs, found an excuse to escape, and then wandered around the B&B, looking for Shen Qingfeng and his party.

trace.

Finally, he heard Shen Qingfeng's voice from the door of the footbath room. He pretended to be a guest who had lost his mobile phone and walked around the room, but there was no sound from the room. He came outside and luckily found the window.

He was overjoyed that the cat was in the bushes, and as soon as he squatted down, the mosquitoes hiding in the dark kissed him like enthusiastic street girls, wanting to suck him up.

Lin Feng endured the pain, took out his mobile phone, turned on the recording, and recorded the intermittent sounds floating out of the window, just in time to hear Gou Yingbiao solemnly reciting:

"The Xihe Cultural Club is crowded with talented people and beautiful ladies gathering together.

"Yi Xing Fei writes beautifully, and his talent composes brilliant chapters.

“The fountain of literary thoughts surged and the poetry and painting shocked everyone.

"This meeting is a masterpiece that will last forever and will make our Xihe River everlasting!"

"Okay! Thumbs up!"

"Director Gou is really talented! I admire him!"

"I didn't expect Director Gou to have such talent. Such a small Xihe is really crouching tiger, hidden dragon!"

There was a brief burst of applause in the room, and Lin Feng could be heard yelling outside the window.

Gou Yingbiao said: "After all, I have worked with Director Mei, and I have learned a lot. I am usually too busy with work, and I really don't have time to polish my creations. There are some young people in our unit who look down on me. Hmm, I don't care about him."

Lin Luo said: "Gouju's poem is really full of talent, especially the line 'Yixing flies over the book, and the talent composes the beautiful chapter' is so wonderful that it makes your mouth water after reading it. It is really a good poem."

Gou Yingbiao said: "Actually, Xiao Diao from our unit helped me change this sentence. What I originally wrote was 'leaders from all walks of life sit back and watch, and young and old men write articles.' What do you think? Which sentence is better?"

Gou Ju looked at Lin Luo expectantly. Lin Luo hesitated for a moment and said:

"The original sentence is quite... majestic. Although it is also a good sentence, the personal style is too strong and may not be in line with the tone of our literary society, so I have to compromise like this."

Gou Ju smiled and said, "Really? I also think Xiao Diao's sentence is quite good, so I used it."

Shen Qingfeng said: "Gouju is a talented general. It is enough that he can choose and delete."

"Yes! It's great if the government is tolerant!" Lin Luo gave a thumbs up.

Lin Feng listened outside the window and felt angry and funny. He shook his head and sighed, cursing in his heart that it was "insulting to gentlemen".

Lin Luo is Lin Feng's younger brother and is quite talented. Lin Feng was the recommender who introduced him to the Literary and Art Association. But this kid was seduced by Shen Qingfeng and turned his side. He stabbed Lin Feng in the back and turned around and became Shen Qingfeng.

His younger brother, who was working hard every day, learned all the slick skills from Shen Qingfeng.

Shen Qingfeng turned around and said, "This kid Lin Luo is really good. This time around, to be honest, I want him to be the deputy chairman."

Liu Rensong, a senior member of the Writers Association who had been silent next to him, lay on a chair and said:

"Okay, as long as Lin Luo leaves a good impression on the big boss this time, won't it be easy to become the deputy chairman?"

Shen Qingfeng leaned towards him and said with a smile, "Doesn't that require Teacher Liu's support?"

Liu Rensong said lazily: "The support of big leaders is more effective than anything else."

Shen Qingfeng cursed in his heart, thinking that this Liu Rensong is really a stinky scholar with a good accent. He accepted my gift and was still unwilling to say a word. It was a waste to hire him and let such a young and beautiful technician.

To serve him - he should have his feet pinched by the oldest and ugliest old aunt.

He turned around and said to Lin Luo in a cold voice: "Lin Luo, did you hear that? You must prove yourself by getting the first place in this essay competition!"

Lin Luo said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, Brother Feng. Chen Qingluo won't be attending this Ningchun Banquet, so there will be no strong opponents. The only remaining Lu Lu in Xihe is nothing to be afraid of."

Shen Qingfeng said: "It is a good thing to have confidence. But don't forget, your goal is to get first place, not just to be shortlisted. Are you sure you can beat your old senior Lin Feng?"

Lin Luo smiled disdainfully: "I know all too well what he did. What can he write? It's nothing more than rural children going to work in the city, the boss is a good person, and the boss's wife becomes a widow in the end..."

There was laughter in the room.

Lin Feng was chatting outside the window, his teeth chattering. In this world, it is always the person who understands you best who hurts you the most. Only now did he realize how well Lin Luo understood him and what a terrible enemy he was.

What he wrote was true that rural children went to work in the city, but he swore that the landlady did not become a widow in the end.

Shen Qingfeng added: "There is another person worth noting this time. Speaking of which, Director Gou knows this person."

"Oh? Who is it?" Director Gou asked.
To be continued...