Chapter 101 White Deer Plain

Chapter 101 White Deer Plain

Chapter 101 White Deer Plain

Wang Zixu sat on the bed in the hospital, and the sky outside the window changed from deep blue to deep purple. The Insect World was gradually coming to an end.

"...they both tease each other tenderly with their tails, and then walk forward. The male scorpion firmly grasps the corresponding two fingers of the female scorpion with each pair of pincers and clamps them tightly. Unless he releases his pincers, the female scorpion cannot break free. The female scorpion becomes a captive, and the seducer puts handcuffs on it..."

God has mercy on him. After watching how scorpions fall in love, he felt deeply inferior. He could actually be depressed for a whole hour because of an unexpected name. He is not as free and easy as a scorpion.

He picked up his phone and replied to Ning Chunyan's chat box:
"do not know."

In general, Wang Zixu is a very honest person. Or he thinks he is very honest. Every word he says is the truth that he sincerely believes at the moment.

He said he didn't know Chen Qingluo, but he wasn't lying. He just didn't tell the whole truth. If he had been more honest, he would have told Ning Chunyan, "I used to know Chen Qingluo."

The Chen Qingluo that Wang Zixu once knew always wore a ponytail. When she was angry, she would deliberately shake her head to let the ends of her hair fly into his face. She would ask for directions in fluent English and would skip physical education classes without anyone noticing. During basketball games, she would sit under the shade of a tree and help him count rebounds by propping up her cheek.

But the Chen Qingluo that Wang Zixu met later had a completely different image.

In "Face to Face", she had a cold and arrogant look on her face, as if she was betrayed by the whole world; in the magazine, she wore a backless long dress, revealing her flawless back; she was hidden on the title page behind the book cover, looming in the photo, like an immortal, which made people imagine endlessly.

This Chen Qingluo is that Chen Qingluo. But this Chen Qingluo is not like that Chen Qingluo. Whenever he saw that Chen Qingluo, he would try to combine the two images, but it was like two pieces of broken porcelain that had been separated for too long and could not be put together.

Only then did he think with frustration: Perhaps, he had never known Chen Qingluo.

Chen Qingluo is destined to be a person in another world, and they may never see each other again in this life. Rather than distinguishing between "knowing" and "used to know", Wang Zixu is more concerned about some practical issues.

Wang Zixu sent a message to Ning Chunyan: "I have finished reading The Insect World."

Ning Chunyan looked up at the clock, then lay back on the yoga mat and messaged him back: "You read it really fast."

Wang Zixu said, "There are too many books to read, so I have to read them quickly. Putting this aside, do you have any works by domestic writers with special language styles at home?"

Ning Chunyan said: "The language of the works in my family is very stylish."

Wang Zixu said, "If you come tomorrow, please pick a few books whose writing style is quite different from mine. I always feel that I still lack the ability to draw inferences from other things."

After reading it, Ning Chunyan straightened up and replied, "Who said I'll come over tomorrow!"

"Ah? Then you won't take the Insect World back?"

"No, no, no!"

"It's 79 dollars."

"Don't be so arrogant. I just gave you a book today. It doesn't mean I will come again tomorrow!"

Wang Zixu didn't reply. Ning Chunyan snorted complacently.

I think he realized his mistake. Even the Xihe Literary Association didn't dare to order me to deliver the books! How could Wang Zixu be so shameless!
But after a while, Wang Zixu still didn't reply to her, so she began to feel that he was a little pitiful. Ning Chunyan typed on her phone:

"Forget it, forget it. I just happen to be going to the editorial office to supervise the review tomorrow. I'll bring it to you while I'm passing by. You can read whichever book I bring. Don't be picky!"

Prince Xu replied immediately: "Thank you, you are such a good person."

"..."

Ning Chunyan suspected that he had no guilt at all. He was just using himself as a tool to deliver the books.

But she had already agreed, so she had no choice but to fulfill her promise. She got up and went back to her room. Chen Qingluo was staring at the computer in a daze.

She was circling around Chen Qingluo, picking out books from the bookcase, and finally aroused her dissatisfaction: "Don't be like a fly."

Ning Chunyan was furious: "You are like a fly! You are sitting in someone else's bedroom, what kind of words are you saying to the owner of someone else's house!"

"what are you doing?"

Ning Chunyan looked up at the bookshelf: "That buddy asked me to bring him some books to read."

"Is that buddy of yours the one you went to the hospital to see today? The one...what's his name?"

"Wang Zixu."

"Oh." Chen Qingluo said expressionlessly, "You are quite considerate."

Ning Chunyan put her hands on her hips and said, "That's right. I'm here to fight for justice."

After that, she lowered her head to look for a book again: "He said he wanted a book with a style that was quite different from his. So, what is his style?"

“This one.”

Chen Qingluo stood up, took a copy of "White Deer Plain" from the bookshelf and handed it to Ning Chunyan.

Ning Chunyan frowned: "It's impossible that he hasn't read this book, right?"

"This book's writing style is very different from his own." Chen Qingluo played with her hair at the temples as if nothing had happened.

"Don't you know him?"

"Sorry," Chen Qingluo pointed at the computer, "I read the new manuscript he sent you again."

Ning Chunyan asked: "How is the writing?"

"Okay."

Ning Chunyan showed a suspicious look. She felt that Chen Qingluo's expression was a bit arrogant. Chen Qingluo looked down on everyone equally, and she never said that others were just okay.

If she says someone is just okay, the person's actual level is often many times better than "okay".

"How good is it?"

"He's special."

Ning Chunyan looked at her. She felt that Chen Qingluo's expression was particularly serious when she said this.

"Do you mean Wang Zixu is special, or Wang Zixu's works are special?" Ning Chunyan asked.

"look by youself."

"Let's see. I'll go and see what's so special about him tomorrow. How about you come with me to meet him tomorrow?"

Chen Qingluo stuffed "White Deer Plain" into Ning Chunyan's arms: "Take the book. Don't bother me."

……

Ning Chunyan threw "White Deer Plain" onto Wang Zixu's small table.

"Someone said that this book is very different from your writing style. So I brought it with me. In addition, I also brought Wang Shuo's "Animal Fierceness", which is also very different from your writing style."

"Thank you."

As soon as he got White Deer Plain, Wang Zixu buried his head in the book, just like a diver diving into a swimming pool.

He didn't know that the place where his fingers were pinched had been left with the warmth of Chen Qingluo's fingers.

"You really haven't read "White Deer Plain"? " Ning Chunyan stared at him in surprise.

What surprised her was: that was "White Deer Plain". How could Wang Zixu not have read it?
But Wang Zixu had never seen it, and he felt a little embarrassed.

"No. There are too many books to read. I admit that my reading is a bit biased."

Ning Chunyan thought of his famous “dish reading” and said, “You have blind spots too.”

Wang Zixu said frankly: "Yes. So I am trying hard to catch up now, but there are too many books and I can't finish them."

He sighed, like a fisherman who saw the ocean for the first time and sighed in despair. The ocean of learning is endless, and the more books you read, the more you will learn.

Ning Chunyan put his hands behind his back and said, "By the way, after I received your manuscript "A Safe Road Ahead", I couldn't help but type it out and read it."

"How about it?"

Ning Chunyan curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled: "I am a judge, so I will not express my opinion in advance. But I can tell you that my parents, and someone else, all think that your article is very well written, and even a great improvement."

Wang Zixu finally noticed the blind spot in her words: "Who is 'someone'?"

"Don't tell you."

Ning Chunyan did not tell the whole truth.

In fact, according to the Ning family and Chen Qingluo's judgment, Wang Zixu's article will definitely get a ranking. Getting first place may require some luck, but getting into the top five is definitely a piece of cake.

But she didn't want Wang Zixu to have too much expectation too early, so she just wanted him to keep a normal mind. Besides, she was an official now, so some words would sound different when they came out of her mouth.

Wang Zixu read Chen Zhongshi's words eagerly for a while, and he keenly realized that this book was very suitable for him, especially for him at this moment. These words were like some small puzzle pieces that could fit in the missing parts.

It would be great if I could read this book before the essay contest, Wang Zixu thought greedily.

After reading for a while, he suddenly came to his senses and looked at Ning Chunyan. He found that she had been staring at him with a smile. He realized that he had ignored her and asked apologetically:

"How's your magazine preparation going?"

Ning Chunyan said in a tone like inviting a dog to eat: "Don't pretend to care about my magazine. Just take a look."

"I really care." "You can say that: except for money, everything else is not a problem." Ning Chunyan stuffed "Insect Life" into her bag.

"Then how are you going to solve the money problem?" Wang Zixu asked.

Ning Chunyan sighed and did not answer.

This question does not need an answer. Money is always the ultimate problem in the world.

"I'm going to the Cultural Association."

"I wish you a safe journey ahead." Wang Zixu said softly behind him.

Ning Chunyan turned around and said, "Being safe and sound is not enough."

"Then I wish you good luck with your magazine."

……

Ning Chunyan hung her bag on the back of the chair. A long table was set up with a green cloth spread on it. On the sign in front of her seat, "Ning Chunyan" was written in neat regular script.

Besides her, there were several well-known authors sitting at the long table, all of whom were influential figures in the Xihe literary world; in addition to the literary world, leaders from the Propaganda Department, the Cultural and Tourism Bureau, and the Literary Association were all sitting at the table. The TV station's camera was pushed in, and flashes were heard from time to time.

Ning Chunyan straightened her back, tightened her jaw, and tried to look dignified. She always appeared in a critical position in every photo, and she didn't want to leave a black history.

Facing her, opposite a sign with the three characters "Shen Qingfeng" written on it, a man with slicked-back hair and powdered face greeted her with a smile on his face.

"Ms. Ning, do you remember what I told you that day?" Shen Qingfeng said, "The promise is always valid and guaranteed for life."

Ning Chunyan crossed her arms over her chest and said elegantly, "Thanks for the warranty, but I have no intention of purchasing for the time being."

"It's just 'temporary'. You will use it one day and fall in love with my product."

Li Tingfang walked into the room and knocked on the table: "Quiet."

Ning Chunyan breathed a sigh of relief. Praise to Teacher Li Tingfang! The degreasing effect is first-rate.

Li Tingfang sat down in the main seat, her silver hair swaying in the air. After adjusting the microphone, her voice resounded throughout the venue:

"Dear leaders and fellow writers, Xihe Literary Association has a long history. I have hosted five sessions in total. This year may be the last one I host..."

Everyone was sitting upright, but Ning Chunyan's eyelids couldn't help but droop.

She had only one thought in her mind:
I really am not suitable for meetings...

"Click."

Her eyes turned white and she heard a slight sound. She quickly stood up and looked over Shen Qingfeng's shoulder to see the dark camera facing her in the distance.

Ning Chunyan reached out and gently covered his mouth, his dark eyes slightly widened.

Shen Qingfeng was playing with a Schneider pen. When he saw her pitiful expression, his hand lost its balance and the pen fell onto the table with a "click".

Ning Chunyan, however, was thinking: This photo I just took shouldn't be published in the newspaper, right?

……

He ran his finger across the photo in the newspaper. In the photo with a black background, Ning Chunyan looked very cute with her eyes slightly lowered.

Diao Yiwen thought secretly: In literature, it is rare to see a truly great beauty, Ning Chunyan can be considered one. I wonder if I can also be considered one after this literary gathering?
She held up the teacup in a dignified manner and respectfully passed it to the man across the mahogany tea table. The man looked about 45 years old, wearing a loose off-white Chinese jacket, with thick black hair, but Diao Yiwen suspected it was a wig.

The tea room was clean and bright, with mist from the humidifier curling upwards. Diao Yiwen was sitting on a tea table made of some tree roots, and had just shown off her tea-making skills, which won unanimous praise. Opposite the tea table was a mahogany square table, where my father and the man were sitting on armchairs, looking relaxed. A waitress wearing a red cheongsam and with long legs stood by.

She focused her eyes on the man next to her father, not disguising the admiration in her eyes. This man was Yan Zishan, and no one in the entire literary world of Xihe was qualified to comment on the value of this name except Li Tingfang.

There is even a popular comment: Compared to Li Tingfang, the only thing Yan Zishan has not surpassed is age.

Diao Yiwen's father patted his thigh and said, "After all, this is the last session hosted by Li Tingfang. The event was well attended and even Teacher Yan Zishan was invited. This is enough to show how much importance is attached to the event. With Teacher Yan Zishan in charge, all other guests at the literary gathering will be eclipsed!"

Yan Zishan lowered his head to drink tea, his eyelids slightly drooping. He did not comment on this straightforward flattery, nor was he modest. He just said:
"Don't underestimate Shen Jianqiu's connections. I came here because of his connections. If he is willing to humble himself a little more, I'm afraid even more terrifying beings will be invited here."

Father Diao was stunned: "Shen Jianqiu has such wide connections? Then why hasn't he been promoted yet?"

Yan Zishan said: "I am not involved in the officialdom. But as far as I know, he was unwilling to go up. Maybe there was no better position. In addition, he also had some sentiments."

Father Diao whispered, "He has been in Xihe for quite a while. He must have some feelings for the place, but if you stay in any place for too long, the risks are huge."

Yan Zishan said: "There are risks. But during the years he has been in Xihe, he has revitalized Xihe's economy by starting with culture and tourism. Now is the sprint period for Xihe's cultural industry. If you ask him to leave and go somewhere else, he will definitely be reluctant to do so. If someone else comes, they may not be able to do as well as he does."

Father Diao nodded and sighed, "This is something we can't help."

The two of them were talking about areas that Diao Yiwen could not get involved in. She tried hard to bring the topic back to things that were most relevant to her:

"Teacher Yan, what kind of writing style does Ning Chunyan have? What style do he prefer?"

Yan Zishan raised his hand and said, "Don't worry about it. Whether it's Ning Chunyan or Chen Qingluo, there can be many judges, but the one who ultimately decides the ranking of the article is only Li Tingfang. I know her style very well. She has the final say, is overbearing, and has limited democracy. You see there are many judges, but she is the only one who decides the ranking of the article."

Diao Yiwen said: "Then my article..."

Father Diao interrupted and said, "Yiwen, you don't have to worry. With Teacher Yan's help, what do you have to worry about with your article?"

Yan Zishan shook his head and said, "I just modified her original foundation. I didn't say that she would definitely get a rank. I also said before that it would be fine if she could get into the top 5 this time. If she can get into the top 5, she will be noticed and noticed by Shen Jianqiu."

Father Diao said: "Yes, being able to be seen by him means that our goal has been achieved."

Yan Zishan pointed his finger and said, "There are three rounds in the competition: preliminary selection, selection, and ranking. In the third round, only 10 manuscripts will be kept, and 10 will be selected from 5. I can say that yours will definitely be among them."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up and left the room.

Fortunately, after spending several days together, Diao Yiwen has gotten used to his style of doing things. He always does this, leaving without saying hello, leaving an unfinished sentence. When he comes back, he will change the topic again.

Father Diao came over, took Diao Yiwen's hand and said, "Yiwen, although Teacher Yan Zishan's words were rather obscure, he actually would not take lightly any article that passed through his hands. He said that only because people of this level would not speak too confidently."

Diao Yiwen shook her head: "I'm not worried about the ranking of my article."

"Then what are you worried about? Worried about the rules? Daughter, let me tell you something. The rules are made by the strong for the weak. Don't always look down on the weak. Your opponents are always the strong ones who have their own set of rules like you."

After Diao's father finished speaking, he smiled coldly and said, "Do you think Li Tingfang, Shen Qingfeng and the others will abide by the rules?"

Diao Yiwen shook her head. She wasn't worried about that. She didn't even know what she was worried about.

Finally, she said softly, "Tomorrow, the finalists will be announced."

"Don't worry," said Diao's father. "With Teacher Yan Zishan here, the first two rounds have nothing to do with you. You only need to worry about the third round."

……

Bai Jiaxuan later took pride in the fact that he had married seven women in his life.

On the white bed sheet, Wang Zixu pondered over these words again and again, and the more he pondered, the more jealous he became.

He was jealous of Chen Zhongshi's talent and also jealous of Chen Zhongshi's intuition, his intuition as a writer.

The story of "White Deer Plain" is very large, and White Deer Plain is also very large, perhaps as big as Macondo.

"One Hundred Years of Solitude" begins the story with a piece of ice, while "White Deer Plain" begins with a poisoned hook.

This hook took away Bai Jiaxuan's women, opened the curtain of the era, and started the changes in this land.

This hook is truly great, full of poison, and firmly nailed to the wilderness of Bailuyuan.

This is the writer's intuition. The writer should be keenly aware of when is the best time to cut in and use the simplest and most direct paragraphs to maximize the audience's interest.

After Wang Zixu finished reading half of "White Deer Plain", he went back to study his own literary script and found that there were many areas for improvement.

In other words, it is not he himself who can improve, but he can make the speech therapists improve.

He has been thinking about one thing recently: Qingyan also used his script, but did not get the expected growth. Ye Lan thought this was a lucky thing, but he sensed a crisis.

This means that there is still a threshold for his script to reach everyone else. He doesn't know where this threshold is now, but once this technical problem is solved, the level of speech therapists will improve by leaps and bounds.

He believed that as long as he finished reading "White Deer Plain", he would definitely gain some new inspiration.

He will create more thick, juicy, and bursting libido.

He felt a surge of power in his heart. He had always been an unconfident person, or rather, he did not dare to be confident. When he immersed himself in "White Deer Plain", he suddenly felt that he was in a vast wilderness, and he saw a series of peaks - those were the pioneers who had shone in the long river of literary history in the past. When he came to his senses, he had become a peak.

"Ding."

The cell phone rang. Wang Zixu knocked on the phone and it prompted that a new text message had been received.

He suddenly remembered that today was the day when the preliminary results of the essay contest would be announced.

The text message reads:

[Thank you for your participation. The preliminary selection of Xihe Literary Association Dream Essay Competition has ended. Your manuscript was not shortlisted. Please continue to work hard. ]

(End of this chapter)