Chapter 120: Spring Banquet among Flowers, Green Wisterias Wrapped Around Branches

Chapter 120: Spring Banquet among Flowers, Green Wisterias Wrapped Around Branches

Chapter 120: Spring Banquet among Flowers, Green Wisterias Wrapped Around Branches

"When I heard the name 'Wang Zixu', I remembered that I had heard of you before. When I asked Mei Rucheng, it turned out that you were the 'Muxue Manqian Village'!"

Everyone looked at Wang Zixu. Re-mentioning this matter made Wang Zixu a little embarrassed, because the cause of this matter was a misunderstanding that should not have been misunderstood. If he hadn't been so smart, there wouldn't be "evening snow all over the front village". He rubbed his hands on his knees, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

Mei Rucheng put out his cigarette and walked in: "After that incident, I often talked about 'Wang Zixu of Muxueqian Village'. I thought he was going to be buried, but I didn't expect this kid to seize the opportunity to make another breakthrough. Maybe this is what it means when a needle is in the bag, its tip will be revealed immediately."

Zhong Junmin asked: "What is 'Muxueqian Village'?"

The big boss was in a talkative mood, and he leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed:
"It's interesting to say that I was at a meeting at the time and due to an emergency, I had to revise my speech, and there was only an hour left before the meeting.

"To be honest, I didn't expect the manuscript to be revised on time. When Mei Rucheng came in a hurry, I was already prepared to speak without a script. Of course, we have to be prepared for everything, so I still asked him to write it immediately.

"After a brief review of the requirements, he produced a clown draft that no one could understand except himself. Something unexpected happened on the set and I had to take him with me to deal with it. Halfway through, I told him to just come up with an idea and not produce the draft.

"Because I know that they have to revise the manuscript, proofread it, and typeset it, and then drive it over, and the window period is less than ten minutes. Revising a manuscript in ten minutes cannot guarantee the quality, so it is better for me to speak without a script. If I force myself to finish a manuscript, it will affect my own thinking."

It has to be said that he is worthy of being a big leader, with an amazing memory, and he tells this story in an orderly manner.

There were people who liked Wang Zixu and those who disliked him, but because the speaker was a senior leader, no one dared to show that they were not interested in the story. Everyone listened with bated breath, especially Diao Yiwen.

Diao Yiwen never knew how Wang Zixu got in touch with Mei Rucheng. The story of the big boss gave her an important piece of information. Zhang Qian was more serious than her, but her face was not looking good.

The Wang Zixu in the story is quite different from what they imagined. The two of them have different thoughts, but the same thing is that they all suddenly realized that they may never have understood Wang Zixu.

Wang Zixu also listened very seriously. Or at least he seemed to be listening seriously.

This is a story that he personally experienced, but when told from Shen Jianqiu's perspective, the story looks like this.

The plots are generally similar, but the difference in the two people's perspectives has quietly changed the connotation of the story.

This is a very novel experience.

This reminded him of the "polyphonic novel" and writers such as William Faulkner and Haruki Murakami.

Different characters, different perspectives, and different viewpoints are intertwined, connected, and collide with each other.

Wang Zixu wondered if he would adopt this system if he wanted to write a novel. He felt it was very challenging.

You know, even a world-famous novelist would find it difficult to write like this.

But difficulty is not a bad thing.

If his wife knew that Wang Zixu was absent-minded and thinking about writing a novel when the leader was speaking, she would definitely be furious and call him stupid. Wang Zixu himself did not think he was stupid, because the leader did not leave him room to interrupt.

He has evolved to the point where he can enter a fugue state at any time to think about novel techniques.

He felt someone's gaze directed at him, and he immediately looked up, subconsciously looking for Chen Qingluo, but saw that she was staring at Shen Jianqiu intently, without looking at him. This made him feel a little self-deprecating.

Shen Jianqiu continued, "...half an hour later, the manuscript was delivered to me on time. I took a look at it and told Mei Rucheng that this was not up to the standard of your laboratory. He said yes, because the manuscript was written by someone who passed by the laboratory."

Li Tingfang pointed at Wang Zixu curiously: "Is that the person passing by him?"

"Yes. That's the guy."

Everyone's eyes turned to Wang Zixu.

Shen Jianqiu took a sip of water and said, "What surprised me the most is that this manuscript also changed my poem, and the key is that the change is quite unique. I calculated that considering that he also had to revise the manuscript, proofread, and typeset, it probably took no more than a minute to revise the poem. I wonder where this poetic talent comes from? How come I have never heard of this person in all these years in Xihe?"

Zhong Junmin nodded and said, "This is 'The Dusk Snow Covers the Village'."

"Yes." Mei Rucheng added, "I asked them. Although Wang Zixu was just being clever when he changed this line of the poem, it can be said that he was very quick-witted. He wrote it in just a dozen seconds."

Shen Jianqiu looked at him with a smile: "Others say that you are a dark horse, because your name is unknown in the Xihe literary world, but when I heard your name, I knew that you won the first prize based on your strength."

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Shen Jianqiu said this calmly, but Zhang Qian, who was standing beside him, felt cold all over.

The leader seemed to be just telling a story, but his last sentence was obvious. He was clearly responding to the farce just now.

Zhong Junmin said: "This poem itself is not particularly brilliant, but considering the time when it was created, it can indeed be said to be a poetic talent."

Mei Rucheng said: "However, it is not ruled out that this guy had polished the sentence in advance and forced it together."

The big boss laughed and said, "How about we make it harder for him?"

Zhong Junmin said: "Let's give him a harder time. I can't comment on the contemporary literature he writes, but I can still comment on his poetry."

Shen Jianqiu said: "Since everyone says so, then Mei Rucheng, you set the questions and test him."

Ning Chunyan immediately became excited when she found there was something fun to watch. She looked at Wang Zixu who had a bewildered look on his face. For some reason, she wanted to laugh. She turned her head with a twisted mouth and found that Chen Qingluo was staring at Wang Zixu.

The other people had different expressions. Lin Feng had sweat on his forehead. On the one hand, it was because he was wearing too thick clothes and was hot. On the other hand, it was because he was nervous. He seemed to be more nervous than Wang Zixu. Cui Xian was eager to try, as if he also wanted to be tested on his poetry talent.

Mei Rucheng pondered for a moment and said, "I won't make it difficult for you today. Please write a poem based on the theme of this literary gathering. The leader has limited time, so I will give you 3 minutes at most."

Cui Xian was eager to try just now, but when he heard the time limit, he immediately stopped competing. Lin Luo's expression was half-smile, as if he was waiting to see the prince make a fool of himself.

Ning Chunyan was not worried that Wang Zixu would make a fool of himself. He had deservedly won first place in the literary meeting. Even if he could not write it, no one would question him. He would just feel a little embarrassed.

Wang Zixu asked: "Can you give me paper and pen?"

Someone immediately brought him paper and pen and placed them on the coffee table in front of Wang Zixu.

The prince stared blankly ahead. He had not expected that there would be a poetry test today, and he was not mentally prepared at all. However, the ancients had already exhausted all the imagery in poetry, and it was nothing more than reassembling the existing sentences into a new atmosphere.

It wasn't difficult for him.

Mei Rucheng checked the clock and said, "If the rest of you want to show off your talents, you can also give it a try."

The secretary handed out blank sheets of paper to other people, but most of them declined. Not everyone can write a poem in seven steps, and if you can't write the last sentence on the blank sheet of paper, you are just asking for trouble.

"Give me one." Lin Feng raised his hand.

Lin Feng is quite loyal. Although he can't write poetry, he thought that Wang Zixu had already written one, so he might as well join him. If he can't write it, it won't look bad.

Ning Chunyan bit her lip and said to Wang Zixu half-angrily: "Why are you staring at me? Hurry up and write!"

Wang Zixu came back to his senses and realized that he had been staring ahead, and Ning Chunyan happened to be sitting in front of him. In fact, he didn't look at her, but when he was thinking about the problem, his eyes were not focused, and he didn't see anything. But Ning Chunyan's anger gave him some inspiration, and he picked up the pen and started writing on the paper.

Mei Rucheng looked at his watch and saw that only 20 seconds had passed. He said, "You've figured it out so quickly? You still have two and a half minutes."

Wang Zixu did not answer. He just lowered his head and continued writing. Everyone came over to watch.

He wrote without punctuation and almost without pause. After a while, a five-character poem had taken shape.

"Okay." Wang Zixu slammed the pen on the coffee table.

"One minute." Mei Rucheng sighed, "Although I haven't seen how well you write your poem, I now truly believe that you changed the previous line of the poem on the spot."

Lin Feng just wrote two words on the paper, then crossed them out with a slash, threw down the pen with a wry smile, and looked towards Wang Zixu.

He always manages to surpass people's imagination in literature.

Shen Jianqiu said nothing, took Wang Zixu's manuscript paper from the coffee table, and read:
"A spring banquet is held among the flowers, and the city is covered with new green.

White clouds move with your steps, and green vines surround the branches with fragrance.

The richness of calligraphy is short, but the fragrance of poetry is long-lasting.

Don’t worry about the sunset, the bright moon will shine forever.”

After reading it, Shen Jianqiu smiled widely and said, "It's quite interesting." Then he handed the manuscript to Zhong Junmin.

After reading it, Zhong Junmin also smiled and said, "You kid, you are making it difficult for yourself. If you didn't spend so much time embedding these two names in a good poem, wouldn't it be better polished? Some of the words are vulgar."

Mei Rucheng said: "In order to make the format correct, it was a bit too twisted, but it is still a masterpiece. Of course, it is easier said than done. This poem was written in such a short time, and no one has the right to criticize it."

"Yes." Zhong Junmin took off his glasses and sighed, "When I was young, I also wrote a poem in seven steps, but I couldn't write it as smoothly as you, and I couldn't write a regular poem like this. I'm not as good as you."

It is quite shocking that Professor Zhong can be so frank and frank in admitting that he is not as good as others. This is a very high evaluation.

Zhong Junmin handed the manuscript to Ning Chunyan and said, "It's time for the two talented ladies to review it."

Ning Chunyan took the manuscript with a red face. When Shen Jianqiu was reading it just now, she noticed that Wang Zixu had embedded his name into the poem. After reading it, her eyes lit up and she said:
“This is well written!”

Shen Jianqiu pursed his lips and said, "Not just good? It can be said to be 'really fucking good'."

Li Tingfang stretched out his hand: "Let me take a look."

After she finished reading, her eyes lit up and she looked up at Wang Zixu: "Wang Zixu, when I heard the title earlier, I thought you were trying to make things difficult for you, but you specifically chose the most difficult way and used this unique method to tell us. Your poetry is amazing, right?"

Wang Zixu licked his lips and said, "I didn't mean that. It just came out naturally."

Li Tingfang smiled: "I admit that you surprised me. It's a pity that time is too short and this poem needs to be polished. When it is revised, we will publish a collection after the literary conference. Your poem can be put on the title page."

Shen Jianqiu smiled and nodded: "I agree."

After Li Tingfang finished speaking, she looked at him with a smile in her eyes, then turned her head to look at Ning Chunyan whose face was blushing, and thought to herself, this guy might easily tease the little girl, so she would have to remind Ning Bingru later.

Ning Chunyan leaned over and whispered something in Chen Qingluo's ear. Chen Qingluo's face was expressionless, but Wang Zixu became a little nervous.

He was so excited that he inserted their names. He didn't think anything of it at the time, but felt that the literary gathering had no point, and adding their names would make it more Xihe-style.

Thinking about it now, I feel a little guilty. Why did I only include their two names? Why not include "Tingfang" or "Qingfeng"?
It was just to get Chen Qingluo's name in. Ning Chunyan's name was put in so that the motive would not appear too obvious.

To put it bluntly, I still want to show off my skills in front of the young person I like.

Wang Zixu felt ashamed of himself and planned to go home that night, wrap himself in the quilt and beat the bed.

Li Tingfang cleared his throat and said, "Can I say a few words?"

Shen Jianqiu said: "Teacher Li, please tell me."

"The competition in the final round of scoring at this literary gathering was indeed very fierce, and in the end two works even had the same score."

Diao Yiwen looked up suddenly, her eyes flashing.

Li Tingfang said: "Wang Zixu's manuscript and Diao Yiwen's manuscript were ranked the same, and in the end a show of hands was held to vote, with the one with more votes winning the first prize and the one with fewer votes winning the second prize.

"The final vote was six to one. Wang Zixu's work received six votes, and Diao Yiwen's vote was cast by Shen Qingfeng, who is not here now. Except for him, everyone voted for Wang Zixu."

Diao Yiwen looked at Yanzishan in shock, her eyes full of disbelief.

Her manuscript was edited by Yan Zishan, but this guy didn't even vote for his own work? What was he thinking?

Yan Zishan sat aside with a gloomy face. He did not respond to Diao Yiwen's gaze, nor did he have any intention of explaining anything, making it impossible to understand what he was thinking.

Li Tingfang added:
"In every literary gathering in the past, there would be more or less controversy over the final evaluation results. Some said the awards were pre-determined, and some said the judges were unfair. But, there was never a time when the controversy almost led to a fight!

"This time, we not only have the largest number of judges, who are the most authoritative, but the first place was decided after repeated tug-of-war. I dare say that in all the previous literary gatherings, no first place has been as valuable as this one! Why did the organizing committee and the contestants still quarrel? Some of our comrades need to reflect on this."

Shen Jianqiu said: "Teacher Li's opinion is also my opinion."

Shen Jianqiu added: "I met a lot of new faces this time. I feel like I have seen the future of Xihe literary world. I hope everyone will continue to work hard and achieve even better results in the future."

After that, he stood up and pointed to his watch: "I reserved 20 minutes for the meeting, but now it's over. I wanted to communicate with you more, but time is limited. I hope you can use Xihe as a base to create more excellent works. It would be best if you publish more in newspapers and magazines. In my spare time, I will also read some literary works. Through your works, I will get to know you better."

After he finished speaking, Wang Zixu finally woke up from his disoriented state, and his sense of shame was reduced a lot.

Shen Jianqiu and Li Tingfang sang the same tune and helped him to dispel Zhang Qian's unwarranted slander against him. But judging from the situation, the senior leaders did not seem to take this matter to heart. The leaders were busy with all kinds of things, and of course they would not bother with such a small matter. But if they did not take action now, who knew if Zhang Qian would fight back in the future?
"Boss." Wang Zixu stood up, "I want to discuss something with you."

Shen Jianqiu turned around subconsciously and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's about Zhang Qian." Wang Zixu said.

Shen Jianqiu laughed, turned around and said, "She eliminated your manuscript during the shortlisting stage, right? I know about this. But this is a matter of improper appointment. I can tell you that she will not be in charge of this work at the next literary conference."

Zhang Qian's face turned pale, but Wang Zixu didn't look at her. He said to Shen Jianqiu firmly, "It's not about the manuscript, it's about her illegal promotion."

(End of this chapter)