Chapter 112 A Traveler on a Cold Winter Night

Chapter 112 A Traveler on a Cold Winter Night

Chapter 112 A Traveler on a Cold Winter Night

When Diao Yiwen and others chased out, Wang Zixu had already walked hundreds of meters towards the Plaza Hotel.

He was seen holding a book under his armpit, his shoulders tightened, his chest slightly hunched, his head lowered, and striding forward, oblivious to the people around him. In the scorching summer day, he walked out with the aura of a pedestrian on a cold winter night.

Guo Ranran said: "Did he really go to the Plaza Hotel?"

Song Yinglian said: "It seems so."

Guo Ranran said: "Who cares if he goes or not. If the leader asks, we just say we don't know."

Diao Yiwen turned to look at her good friend and remained silent.

If Wang Zixu really cared about his boss's opinion, he could have just made a phone call and explained the situation to his boss. Asking them to pass on the message was like leaving it to fate and seemed like he was just doing things perfunctorily.

He seemed to be sure that even if the leader lost his temper, he would not be able to do anything to him, so he acted nonchalant. So even if they did not pass on the message, Wang Zixu would definitely not care.

Of course, Guo Ranran didn't care. What she cared about was whether Wang Zixu was really going to the Plaza Hotel.

She kept her eyes fixed on Wang Zixu's back. Under her supervision, Wang Zixu's route did not deviate from beginning to end. This result made her a little discouraged.

The main venue for the literary gathering is the People's Square, next to which there is a Plaza Hotel. This was the earliest guesthouse in Xihe in ancient times, and later it was privately contracted, rebuilt, expanded and renamed, and became a quasi-five-star hotel. Whenever there are important events, this place will definitely be used to receive dignitaries from other places.

This literary gathering invited a large number of celebrities from all walks of life, all of whom were accommodated in the Plaza Hotel. The Propaganda Department, Culture and Tourism Bureau, Federation of Literary and Art Circles and other units were all dispatched to receive them, and the security department was on duty 24 hours a day to prevent accidents.

Under such intensive supervision, the crazy behavior that might be induced by Xihe people's curiosity about the privacy of celebrities was nipped in the bud.

In that place, even a receptionist could be a deputy director-level cadre. Guo Ranran had wanted to ask for an autograph with great interest, but after seeing the sharp look of the receptionist at the hotel entrance, she gave up the idea.

If he hadn't been invited, a clerk like Wang Zixu wouldn't have been qualified to enter. If he had entered, it would have meant that "something had really happened." Although the "something" that had happened was just one of a series of discordant tones today.

But in short, if Wang Zixu went in, Guo Ranran would feel even more unhappy.

After all, she didn't see whether Wang Zixu went in or not. There were too many sight blocks between her and the Plaza Hotel, and Wang Zixu quickly disappeared from her sight like a cunning wild cat.

Guo Ranran waved her hands anxiously, as if she wanted to imitate Liu Bei's pointing with a whip when he sent Xu Shu away, saying, "I want to cut down all the trees here." Unfortunately, she was not so educated and did not know the idiom "cutting trees and looking at Xu", so she did not have a synchronous experience of this allusion.

Wang Zixu didn't know that he was being watched by a solitary sail in the distance. When he was walking on the road, he only felt that the sun was so strong and the weather was so hot.

He was not a political animal and knew nothing about the reception standards of the Plaza Hotel. He only vaguely knew that if Professor Zhong came, he would definitely stay here. This could be said to be common sense among the people of Xihe. Wang Zixu was an out-and-out Xihe person, so he ran straight here.

When he reached the door, he saw two long red lines stretched into an arc, guarding the door like two mechanical arms. A man in a suit stood under an umbrella outside the red line. When Wang Zixu came over, his eyes were fixed on him.

Wang Zixu came over, and the man stopped him with his hand: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Professor Zhong from Nanjing University."

"Professor Zhong from Nanjing University?"

The man seemed to have some questions, but he didn't mean to consult Wang Zixu. He continued to hold him back and said, "Wait a moment."

He said something into the intercom in a voice with a strong accent from the area surrounding Xihe. Wang Zixu could hardly understand what he was saying. It seemed like he was talking about Professor Zhong from Nanjing University, but it also seemed like he was not.

After a while, he turned to Wang Zixu and asked, "Can you please show me your invitation letter?"

Wang Zixu said, "What invitation?"

“It’s an invitation!”

The man looked a little angry, as if Wang Zixu should have taken out the invitation letter long ago. It was Wang Zixu's fault that he didn't know what the invitation letter was. But Wang Zixu really didn't know what the invitation letter was.

Wang Zixu could only say: "Professor Zhong asked me to come and see him. Please ask if Professor Zhong is here." Just as Wang Zixu was entangled with someone, two women came out of the lobby of the Plaza Hotel, one in a red dress and the other in a black suit skirt. When Wang Zixu saw the red woman, he hesitated for a moment whether to say hello, because that woman was Zhang Qian.

He then chose to continue debating the matter of the invitation.

"I don't have a room phone here. You need to contact the front desk."

"Then please let me in for a moment."

"Please show me your invitation."

"I don't have an invitation letter. Professor Zhong asked me to come. Please ask Professor Zhong."

"I don't have a room phone here. You need to contact the front desk."

"..."

Zhang Qian also saw Wang Zixu and turned to her bestie and said, "Let's go sideways."

Her best friend keenly noticed the change in her attitude and asked, "What's wrong? Do you know him?"

Zhang Qian didn't answer, but just curled her lips and took the lead to go down from the side.

She is very bored.

This unexpected encounter was not as touching and moving as Eason Chan sang it, she just felt annoyed.

She was tired of Wang Zixu's persistent entanglement with the security guard, she was tired of Wang Zixu's wooden-headed honesty and persistence, and she was tired of Wang Zixu's sneakers being too worn out.

All in all, she now had no idea why she had been so obsessed and had talked to the prince for so long.

She walked more than thirty meters with her best friend. After a while, she turned around and saw Wang Zixu's back as he walked into the hall.

She pulled her best friend and said, "Come on, let's go take a look."

The bestie opened her mouth slightly: "Do you really know him?"

"He is Wang Zixu."

"He is Wang Zixu?"

Zhang Qian pursed her lips. Her best friend covered her mouth with the front of her small hand.

She understood why Zhang Qian complained to her so fiercely. And she could also fully understand why Zhang Qian said "no one cares about him more than me" and at the same time she resolutely broke up and never considered getting back together, even though she cried so hard at the time.

The man wearing a street stall shirt and overalls, holding two magazines under the sun, his shirt was black and stuck to his chest due to sweat from being exposed to the sun, his hair was disheveled and had no signs of being taken care of. Just one glance could tell that this man and Zhang Qian were completely different people. She didn't understand why these two people had ever been together. How could they have been together?

Simply incredible.

When the two entered the room, they saw Wang Zixu standing at the front desk. Zhang Qian raised her voice and asked, "Wang Zixu! What are you doing here?"

Zhang Qian stared at him, looking unyielding.

Looking back at this person now, it was just like just now, she was standing on the high steps of the Plaza Hotel, looking down, while Wang Zixu was talking to a security guard at the bottom of the steps, trying to get in. This person was not worth her concern.

Wang Zixu turned around, stretched out his hand, and made an apologetic gesture: "Sorry, I have something to do."

After that, he turned to the front desk and said, "Just say I'm Wang Zixu."

The girl at the front desk nodded and continued to answer the phone. Zhang Qian came over angrily:
"You still haven't given up? I told you not to work on this anymore. Whether you know Ning or Chen, it won't change your fate. Why are you so... scheming?"

(End of this chapter)