In the elegant private room, a group of people feasted on Taiwan's top ten famous dishes.

Xu Ziming thought that there would be something special about eating between literati, but in fact, this food looks much better, but for delicious things, a group of people can't put it down.

Li Ao ate with a look of indifference, Sanmao can be said to be the most quiet eater, as for Lin Qingxuan's eating appearance, he is still compared with Xu Ziming.

When Xu Ziming looked at Lin Qingxuan, who was eating, Lin Qingxuan's extraordinarily unique "Fire Cloud Evil God" hairstyle made Xu Ziming can't help but think of it.

"Mr. Lin, where did you get this hairstyle, it's very fashionable. Xu Ziming smiled in his heart and couldn't help it.

Lin Qingxuan tasted the ginger duck quite gently, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu said that he was joking, this hairstyle is not fashionable, what are my personal interests." ”

Xu Ziming said curiously: "Mr. Lin's hairstyle suddenly gave me the idea of a new script. ”

That's right, it's the witty and humorous "Kung Fu".

Lin Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "No." ”

Qiong Yao explained in a timely manner: "Mr. Xu is very well-known in the Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment circles, and his Oriental Film Company is also the largest film and television company in Hong Kong and Taiwan. What's even more commendable is that his scripts are very well written, and most of Hong Kong's record-breaking box office movies are written by Mr. Hui. ”

After listening to Qiong Yao's explanation, Lin Qingxuan was stunned, his understanding of Xu Ziming started from the love affair between Xu Ziming and Lin Qingxia in Hong Kong and Taiwan the year before last.

Later, most of the in-depth understanding of Xu Ziming was Li Ao's oral narration, although there were a lot of them written in the newspaper, but Lin Qingxuan really didn't know that Xu Ziming's writing was good.

However, Lin Qingxuan knows one thing deeply, that is, Li Ao has a high opinion of Xu Ziming.

Xu Ziming said embarrassedly: "Sister Chen, don't praise me anymore, I, a screenwriter, look nothing compared to the writers here." ”

Xu Ziming is right, compared with screenwriters in the entertainment industry and bigwigs in the literary world, they are more than one or two cuts behind.

Qiong Yao chuckled, began to get acquainted with Sanmao again, and said, "Sanmao, do you want to write any new books, or scripts?" ”

Sanmao had been thinking about something else before, and after a few moments, he came to his senses and said, "Script?"

Qiong Yao said with a serious face: "Mr. Xu is here today, and the script you wrote is definitely not a problem if you want to invest in a big-budget movie." ”

Qiong Yao's Superstar Pictures Company is just a small company and does not have enough financial resources to create a big production.

Sanmao thought about it, but still shook his head and smiled: "Oriental Film Company is full of talents, and the people who write scripts are even more powerful, so I won't get involved, just write what I like to write and want to write." ”

Sanmao said: "I am also used to the current unrestrained life, creating what I like as I like, like Mr. Xu, I always put myself on work, I can't do it at all." ”

Sanmao's disguised refusal did not make anyone present uncomfortable, Xu Ziming said with envy: "Sanmao has his own life pursuits. ”

"No, no, Mr. Xu misunderstood. Sanmao thought that Xu Ziming was a little annoyed and refused directly.

She blushed and explained: "I have always been a person who likes to be lazy, and I firmly believe that life is not about the length of time, but whether it is lived happily. ”

Sanmao's reply is very poetic, just like Sanmao's style, Xu Ziming thinks so in his heart.

After receiving Sanmao's answer, Xu Ziming got up on a whim, picked up his wine glass, got up and toasted to the people seated: "Come, everyone has a glass of wine, come to enjoy today's drinking." ”

Xu Ziming took the lead, and a group of people also got up to respond, picked up wine glasses, and raised their glasses to touch.

It's a pity that there is no camera on the side, otherwise you can really remember today's events.

After clinking glasses, the group went back to the way they were. Xu Ziming was talking to Li Ao about the new book again, and Lin Qingxia and Sanmao chatted very much, Lin Qingxia saw that everyone was joking with each other, and suddenly said to Sanmao: "Sister Sanmao, when will you publish a new book, I want to learn to write with you." ”

"New book, I haven't thought of it yet, but Qingxia, you learn to write, I don't have enough qualifications. Sanmao said quite tactfully.

Qiong Yao's writing is first-class, and Sanmao doesn't dare to hold it up.

"Sister Sanmao, are you obsessed with writing?"

"Huh?" Sanmao was very surprised, and quickly understood, and said: "Qingxia, liking writing is an interest, and the key is persistence." It's like sometimes you don't understand why some people are always sad and others are happy. ”

Lin Qingxia was quite confused, "Why?"

Sanmao just said calmly: "Some people pursue happiness, so they work hard, and some people have happiness, so they give up." ”

Sister Sanmao's words were a little pessimistic. Lin Qingxia responded weakly.

Sanmao's experience, no one can hold it.

When I was in my twenties, my fiancé died, and in my thirties, my husband, who had been in love for many years and finally married, died.

The death of two beloved men made Sanmao say that he was saddled with the name of Kefu, this kind of fate of losing his beloved and being blamed and his feelings were extremely unbearable, and it was not surprising that he was depressed.

It's just that some people are obvious, and some people are not

In the eyes of most people, Sanmao is not obvious, but that sensitivity to pain has always been maintained in Sanmao's character, and has had a huge impact on her writing, she shows her inner feelings and feelings through words on paper.

Therefore, pathos has become the keynote of her work.

She pays attention to herself and the world around her with kindness, sadness, and compassion, and her works are always overflowing with the beauty of pathos.

On the contrary, Xu Ziming was at the dinner, but he had a pot of porridge with Li Ao and Lin Qingxuan, Li Ao actually thought whimsically: "In addition to the book of handsome men, I want to write a book about ugly men in Hong Kong and Taiwan, specializing in those ugly men." ”

Lin Qingxuan was a little afraid of Li Ao and asked, "Those few people can get into your eyes." ”

Li Ao said: "There is one, everyone knows it, this person's name is Huang Renzhong, he is really ugly, but there are endless encounters around him." ”

Lin Qingxuan blushed and complained: "Mr. Li, you are jealous of others. ”

Li Ao didn't care, pouted and said: "What do I call jealousy, I'm seeking truth from facts." ”

Lin Qingxuan asked rhetorically: "What do you use as the criterion for judging ugly men in Hong Kong and Taiwan?" ”

For Lin Qingxuan, Li Ao has never relied on his age, but relied on the old to sell the old, but argued on the basis of reason: "There are three evaluation criteria, the first is to be rich, the second is ugly, and the third is conduct."

misconduct, the blessings around him are boundless. ”

Xu Ziming smiled helplessly: "The three evaluation criteria are indeed true. ”

Lin Qingxuan smiled bitterly: "It turns out that this is also qualified to be rated as an ugly man in Hong Kong and Taiwan, without these three qualifications, he can't get into Mr. Li's eyes." ”

Li Ao deliberately sarcastically mocked Lin Qingxuan and said, "Do you Lin Dabei also want to be evaluated?"

Lin Qingxuan sighed pretendedly: "It's a pity that I can't meet that standard." ”

Li Ao smiled, "I wrote the book, and the judging criteria can also be changed, if Lin Dabei insists on me writing it, what do I have to postpone." ”

Xu Ziming took advantage of the situation and asked, "Mr. Li, when did you start writing these two books?"

Li Ao stretched out his hand and touched his head, thinking for a moment before saying, "I still need to collect some information, as for writing a book, it should be able to start at the end of this year." ”

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On the way out of the private room, Lin Qingxia and Xu Ziming chatted about some interesting things about today's cocktail party, and Lin Qingxia was really stunned by Li Ao's book.

Li Ao's writing is not particularly good, but he is such a person whose writing is not particularly good, but he dares to criticize Jin Yong and write such a strange book.

As soon as she got in the car, Lin Qingxia couldn't help but shudder: "Li Ao said that he wanted to publish two books, "Hong Kong and Taiwan Handsome Men Wenjian" and "Hong Kong and Taiwan Ugly Man Wenjian"?"

Xu Ziming also got into the car, and after instructing the driver to drive, he yawned and responded: "Mr. Li is very funny and humorous, saying that he can basically start creating at the end of the year." ”

Lin Qingxia said with a smile: "This Li Ao is really strange, no wonder I see that Sister Chen has a feeling of not wanting to see him, and there is indeed a feeling of annoyance, such a strange book." ”

Lin Qingxia said: "I estimate that after his book comes out, there will be absolutely no publishing house to publish it, and even if it is published, it will not sell well." ”

Xu Ziming became sleepy, and said perfunctorily: "Li Ao is a great writer, and it is impossible for poor sales." ”

Lin Qingxia shook her head, it was rare to care about Li Ao's, but intentionally or unintentionally pulled up today's Sanmao.

Sanmao's thoughts are very strange, and it is difficult for people to guess, this is Lin Qingxia's thoughts at the moment.

"You say, why does Sanmao always speak with sentimentality, every sentence is poetic, but every sentence is full of pathos. Lin Qingxia, who was stunned, suddenly turned her head and asked Xu Ziming.

Xu Ziming's understanding of Sanmao is more limited to the future "Rolling Red Dust", and she knows a lot about Sanmao.

Xu Ziming didn't want to think about anything at the moment, he really felt very tired. Looking at Lin Qingxia, who was as beautiful as jade beside him, he threw himself directly into Lin Qingxia's soft arms, just wanting to firmly grasp this moment of warmth.

Lin Qingxia sighed to herself, and a pair of delicate hands scrubbed back and forth on Xu Ziming's face, this action was like a mother's love for her child.

"Ziming, how about you say we get married and have a child. Lin Qingxia's voice was small and urgent, and she was not easy to speak.

In the past, when Xu Ziming took the initiative to say that he was getting married, Lin Qingxia was afraid of marriage, so she always politely refused. So when Lin Qingxia said it herself now, she would inevitably be a little ashamed.

Lin Qingxia's words did not get a reply, she looked down curiously at Xu Ziming in her arms, she was immediately funny and angry, she didn't expect Xu Ziming to fall asleep in her arms like this.