The salon that he participated in for the first time as a member of the Writers' Association was over, and Li Xiang felt quite comfortable, but Wang Sheng and Xu Liye did not feel this way, they only felt exhausted.

However, they did not complain, in fact, today's salon has been beyond their expectations, before, they have heard a lot of Internet authors to participate in literary symposiums were excluded and ridiculed, and they have also experienced some, to be honest, it is very annoying, every time they participate in such an event, they are interested and go back with a stomach. Before coming to the salon today, they couldn't help but feel uneasy, cheered each other on, formed an alliance, and even thought that if they deceived people too much, they would turn around and go back, and they would be expelled as soon as they joined the club.

But it turned out to be good, although it was also educated, but at least there was no cynicism.

"I'll just say, one bottle doesn't sound, half a bottle swayes, those who sneer at us are not good at the author, and the really talented people won't give us small shoes. On the way back, Wang Sheng said.

"This time, I have to thank Li Xiang, he helped us. Xu Liye said.

Wang Sheng nodded, and then said enviously: "When will I be able to be respected by everyone like him." I am not short of money now, but I am short of recognition and respect. ”

Xu Liye agrees with this very much.

Li Xiang returned home and sent the "Lonely" he wrote last night to Feng Jixin, but after Feng Jixin returned from the farm, he continued to drink tea with a few old friends, and didn't remember until he had dinner in the evening, came to the study, opened the computer and checked the email. At this time, his 3-year-old little granddaughter entered the study tremblingly, and Feng Jixin's full mind was immediately on the little granddaughter, laughing and teasing the little milk baby.

The little granddaughter is like a rag doll, especially cute and clingy, and she likes her grandfather very much, sitting on her grandfather's lap and giggling, drooling while laughing, and wet.

played with his little granddaughter for a long time, and it wasn't until his daughter-in-law came to pick him up that Feng Jixin had time to read the manuscript sent by Li Xiang.

He sat at the desk, put on reading glasses, dimmed the lamp on the desk, and then took out two tissues and wiped the saliva off his face - this was left by the little granddaughter, this child is very fond of drooling, and has to change four or five saliva towels a day.

His mailbox has to be cleaned every day, usually in the morning after breakfast, he will concentrate on processing the mail, mainly the manuscripts sent by the authors, and I don't know where they learned about his mailbox, in short, it can't be eliminated, since it is sent, he will generally take a look, if he thinks it is good, he will transfer it to the editorial department of the magazine, and ask them to check.

The mailbox that had been cleaned this morning, and in the evening, 12 new emails came, all of which were articles asking him to read them.

There are not many emails, and there is still time, Feng Jixin clicked on them one by one, and quickly browsed the short articles, and read the long articles at the beginning, and transferred them to the editorial department if they thought they were good, and it took nearly an hour to read 11 of them, and transferred one to the editorial department, and the others were deleted.

The last email was sent by Li Xiang.

Feng Jixin took a sip of the teacup on the desk, put it down and clicked on the email, and a document appeared in front of him.

The name is "Loneliness" (note 1).

He looked at the past word by word, a very simple style, and a breath of life came from the surface.

This article is really short, two pages, about 1,500 words, and the last sentence is: Ah Zhao said that it was then that she understood the man's deep and wordless loneliness.

After Feng Jixin finished reading it, he took off his glasses, and after being silent for a while, he sighed and said, it's up to you.

The next day, Feng Jixin came to the magazine, and the editor-in-charge of the review came to report that the article he transferred last night was a little unsatisfactory and was killed by the editorial department.

The editorial department of the article transferred by the editor-in-chief also dared to kill, but Feng Jixin nodded indifferently and said What do you think.

The editor-in-charge followed Feng Jixin all the way to the office and continued to report that there were still three pages in this issue of the magazine, and the editorial department selected four manuscripts for him to confirm yesterday.

"Three pages and four manuscripts, can't you put it down?" Feng Jixin asked, and at the same time took the printed draft handed over by the editor-in-charge, the first article was put down after reading the title, I had seen it before, I hadn't read the second article, and I had a quick brow......

The editor-in-charge reported that it was indeed impossible to publish, and only two short articles could be placed in three pages, but the editorial department had different opinions on the four articles and could not determine which two articles to publish in the end, so they asked the editor-in-chief to make a decision.

Feng Jixin spent ten minutes reading the four manuscripts in his hand, put them on the desk in turn, thought about it, picked up one of the articles named "The Two of Us", and said that this is it, and the others have been withdrawn.

The editor-in-charge was stunned and said that he could choose one article because the layout was free.

"The rest of the page is for this. Feng Jixin handed the "Lonely" he brought to the editor-in-charge, ""The Two of Us" and "Loneliness" are published in this issue of the magazine, and the others can be taken back." ”

The editor in charge sighed, took a page handed over by Feng Jixin, hurriedly went out, returned to his seat and couldn't wait to read it, "Lonely", there are words on both sides of a page, and the number of words is very few, but the writing is sincere and sincere, which makes people cry.

When the people in the editorial department saw him coming back, they all came over curiously and asked the editor-in-chief which two manuscripts had been decided.

"The Two of Us. The editor in charge said.

Immediately some people were happy, and others asked what about the rest of the article.

"No, the rest is a manuscript brought by the editor-in-chief himself. ”

He handed over the finished manuscript to everyone, turned around and went out, came to Feng Jixin's office again, and asked, "Editor-in-chief, this "Loneliness" is not signed, who wrote it?"

"Ah, isn't it signed? Oh, that's what I forgot, Li wanted to write. Feng Jixin is wearing glasses and reading a newspaper, as the editor-in-chief of a literary magazine, while improving his literary aesthetics, he must also keep up with current politics and grasp the mainstream direction of propaganda, "It is the Li Xiang of "I Am a Cat". ”

He was worried that the other party didn't know which Li Xiang it was, so he specially added. It's true, if Feng Jixin doesn't say this, I'm really not sure which Li Xiang is responsible, since it is associated with "I Am a Cat", then I know which Li Xiang it is.

It turned out to be him, the editor in charge thought, returned to the editorial office, and was surrounded by colleagues who had just finished reading "Loneliness", asking why the article was not signed, could it be written by the editor-in-chief himself.

"Big star Li wanted to write. The editor in charge said, seeing everyone's surprised looks, thinking that you have the same expression as I did just now, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect it." ”

(Note 1: "Lonely" Wu Nianzhen)