After Duan Lingling resigned, the relationship between Song Xiangran and Liu Hongyun gradually eased, at least in the school, no one wanted to deliberately embarrass Song Xiangran, and Song Xiangran's campus life became much more comfortable.

After winning the first place in the essay competition, Song Xiangran also had some small status in the literary world of Fengshi.

There is a literary society in Feng City, which gathers people who have attained attainments in literature in the province, and every year in April, it is the time when this society opens the registration channel.

Not everyone can join this literary society, and they must have a certain number of works in order to pass the review.

With the title of the first prize in the last essay competition, Song Xiangran joined the Literature Society very smoothly, and it can be regarded as stepping into the domestic literary world with one foot, although there is still a certain distance from the National Literature Society, but Song Xiangran thinks that he is also very good.

There is no need to do anything to join the literary society, but every month, the people of the society organize a party for the members of the society to communicate.

But since he wanted to communicate with people who were equally powerful, or even more powerful, in the province, and were not prepared, Song Xiangran did not dare to participate.

So before participating in that literary society, Song Xiangran was a little nervous, so he ran to ask Lin Kun which books he should read.

What I got was Lin Kun's "haha laughter".

"Professor Lin Kun, are you ...... Why are you laughing?" Song Xiangran stood in place, a little at a loss.

"It's just an exchange meeting, what else do you prepare for the exam? Lin Kun is very serious in front of other classmates and teachers on weekdays, but only in front of familiar and close people will he show the appearance of an old naughty boy.

Seeing that Song Xiangran was really nervous, Lin Kun stopped laughing.

"You just bring your good mood, just go, it is estimated that there will be a few veteran-level people to preside over at that time, and everyone will ask some questions, you can think about it, if there is anything you want to ask. Lin Kun smiled and waved his hand at Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran nodded, and after thinking for a while, he asked again: "Then who are the veteran-level people at that time?"

After Lin Kun said the name, Song Xiangran was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Why are you so surprised?" Lin Kun smiled.

"They...... It is indeed a very old-level person, I just didn't expect that Mr. Zhuang is also from Fengshi?" Song Xiangran said with an embarrassed smile.

"His ancestral home is Fengshi Water Town, but it's normal for you not to know. Lin Kun said with a smile.

Then, Song Xiangran didn't prepare anything, so he went to participate in the exchange meeting of the society.

After arriving at the scene, Song Xiangran found that there were many people of the same age as him.

The venue of the exchange meeting was set in the five-star hotel in Fengshi, which was just the simplest hall, which was arranged in Chinese style, and even the refreshments were Chinese.

"It seems that Mr. Zhuang really loves Chinese classical literature. A male voice sounded next to Song Xiangran, and Song Xiangran followed the voice.

The man who spoke did not look very old, he should be in his early twenties, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong forearms, gray suit pants, and brown leather shoes.

This person, Song Xiangran always felt that she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

The man seemed to notice that Song Xiangran was looking at him, so he turned his face to look at Song Xiangran, smiled and stretched out a hand and said, "Hello, you must be Song Xiangran, right?"

Originally, Song Xiangran wanted to ask this man how to know herself, but she thought about it, the current newspaper has already published her photo, and it is not strange for others to recognize her.

"Hello, what do you call it?" Song Xiangran stretched out his hand and shook hands with the man.

"My name is Bai Youguang, Bai Xingxing's brother. ”

Song Xiangran was stunned, no wonder he always felt that he had seen it somewhere, wasn't this Bai Xing's brother who was also in Fengshi University, but often couldn't see anyone?

"It turned out to be you, I said it seems like I've seen it somewhere. Song Xiangran smiled and said.

"What a coincidence, you're here too. Bai Youguang didn't have a deep impression of Song Xiangran before, but he just knew that this girl was his sister's roommate, and he didn't pay attention to it.

This time, Bai Youguang felt a little surprised that Song Xiangran appeared at the exchange meeting of the Literary Society.

Why hadn't he seen that there were still such people in his sister's dormitory? He thought they were just some vulgar and boring women like White Star.

"It's a coincidence, I don't see you much in school on weekdays, but I actually see you here. Song Xiangran smiled and said.

Bai Youguang shrugged his shoulders and said: "How boring it is to stay in school, while you are young, you can still move your legs, and the great mountains and rivers of the motherland are still waiting for me to go through." ”

"That's right. Song Xiangran nodded, wanting to end this conversation.

Seeing that Song Xiangran didn't want to chat with him anymore, Bai Youguang was also very interesting, and after the two of them said goodbye briefly, they walked away.

After a while, several veterans in the society arrived, and everyone also found their own seats to sit down.

"There are so many people here today. The one who spoke was Master Zhuang Yuanshi, whose hair and beard were all gray.

"Yes, we can be regarded as successors, so many children with hearts. Another gray-bearded old man sitting next to Zhuang Yuanshi said.

Zhuang Yuanshi smiled and stroked his beard, he had kept this beard for decades.

"Old Xiang, you have talked a lot today. Zhuang Yuanshi said with a smile to the person who spoke just now.

The man who spoke was called Xiangqian and was one of the editors-in-chief of the national magazine. Song Xiangran only knew his name, but did not meet him in person.

He smiled and waved his hand, then looked around.

"I've heard here," said Qianqian, looking around, "there's a new writer for our national magazine, who is it, come forward and let me know." ”

After reacting for a while, Song Xiangran realized that he was talking about himself, and quickly stood up from his seat.

"Hello Mr. Xiang, everyone, I'm Song Xiangran. Song Xiangran smiled and greeted the people around him.

"Oh, I've heard that it's a little girl, young and very thoughtful. He smiled forward, and then motioned for Song Xiangran to sit down.

"Today, let's talk casually, how about the books you have read recently?" Zhuang Yuanshi said, taking out a book from the shelf next to him, "Has anyone read this book in my hand?"

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