In the past two years, the editor-in-chief of Pingwa has lived in a shallow way, and it is rare to see the last one, and sometimes for several months, he does not show up in the editorial department.

Gross and minor matters are communicated through phone calls and mobile phone text messages. When reviewing the manuscript, I also have someone send it to my home, and then send someone to send it back.

When they met, they excused themselves and said that they were old and too lazy to move their legs and feet. I know he's working on a new novel, and he doesn't say it, and I don't expose him.

One night when he ate mutton puffs, he ate a large bowl of sea, and then patted his stomach and hummed Qin, his tone was extremely unpleasant, and he said, "This is called singing with a drum belly." I pointed to the bowl and said, "You are Lian Po, you can eat so much, I don't know if you can pull it?"

"I can pull it. "He wasn't like this before, he used to be in the editorial department, and he didn't go home at noon, so he asked a few people to play poker and bring the winners and losers.

He is addicted to gambling, but he wins less often, and his skills are weaker, but he does not suffer a big loss financially, and if he exceeds 100 yuan, his hand will not be taken into his pocket.

He is good at credit, he doesn't say credit, it is called hanging. After hanging a lot, I bought a small blackboard, put it in his bookcase, and wrote it with powder every time: I owe ××× yuan one day.

The next time they get together, he first erases the words on the blackboard and then shuffles the cards. We also hit the sleeper of the train, the waiting room of the plane, and put down one seat when we drove out of the car.

These positions have all witnessed his history of accounting. Small gambling is pleasant, and there are various methods, which are basically based on local materials and local conditions.

When there were only two of us, it was a poker draw, and in front of him, my luck was always unusually outstanding.

He drew nine, and when I flipped it, it was ten. I drew two, and he could figure out one. For this reason, he tore up quite a few poker cards.

Where he won me was in predictions, for example, at the street corner, where he said that the tenth car passing by had an odd license plate ending in an odd number, or, the ninth person who walked past was wearing a suit.

He also summed up his experience and said that there are mainly two kinds of people who wear suits today, one is a leader and the other is a migrant worker.

Gambling money when playing cards, gambling things when predicting, this is the unspoken rule he set. I have several collections by him back home, one of which is very distressed by a large stone seal, the stone is waist-high, the stone is calm, light brown color, especially the carving is good, the knife is deliberately exquisite, he called two people to carry, when going downstairs, I escorted along the way, saw my gloomy face, he also laughed,

"A small deputy editor-in-chief, there is such a big seal hidden at home, you want to seize power. "There are a lot of things that make him feel distressed.

I once won a plaque for a small boss, called the small boss, but in fact, he was a laid-off worker, a relative of mine, who opened a small bookstore and asked him to write a question, but he couldn't afford to polish the pen.

There are also four paintings, a tea bowl, a plate, a cow and a tiger. The tea bowl is unique, a large piece of rice paper, a tea bowl in the center, and the title is

"Good tea is restrained". The plate is very chic, with a lump of stuff piled on top of it. The title is

"It's hot, I'll give you a plate of ice cream, and I'll return the plate to me after eating." It was a shrunken lump, and it didn't look like ice cream.

The cow is well drawn, saying that it is a cow, mainly the cow's head, and the inscription,

"Capable of toleration, able to bear, able to carry, able to have eyes, low and stubborn, willing to die hard". The tiger didn't draw well, he was in a bad mood that day, and he shouldn't have lost.

The tiger is a four-foot whole, the tiger face is remorseful, and the side paragraph is a small letter,

"When a person is angry, he becomes a tiger, and when a tiger goes up the mountain, he becomes a human again. When people see women, they become geckos again. Gengchen winter", Gengchen is 2000.

In the past, when the editorial department held a meeting, he told a lot of jokes, and when everyone arrived, he would tell a few paragraphs first, and then talk about the manuscript or something.

I remember that there was a meeting in the early days of the journal, probably in 1994, it was a rainy day, and the people did not arrive, he said, "Let's tell jokes first, and wait for everyone slowly." I'll tell you a riddle, and the riddle is one of the editors here. He looked out the window and said, "It's good to guess the riddle on a rainy day, providence." The riddle is ......" he paused,

"The emperor's genitals. Everyone laughed at Wang Daping, deputy editor-in-chief. Obviously, the point of these words is Wang Bian.

I raised my hand: "I guessed. Everyone looked at me with a smile again, because Mr. Wang Daping is a pedant and old, so he usually doesn't joke.

I also looked out the window and slowly said two words: "Editor-in-chief". Everyone laughed and clapped.

The previous time was really rich, and the editor-in-chief of Pingwa should finish the new book soon, and I want to bet and guess the riddle.