"Come in. ”

Wang Yuanshan knocked on the door, and a middle-aged man's voice came from inside, and Zhuang Yan knew that it was Wang Lijian as soon as he heard it.

"Teacher Zhuang, go in directly, do you want me to help you hold the bag?" Wang Yuanshan turned his head and said to Zhuang Yan with a smile after hearing Wang Lijian's voice.

Zhuang Yan shook his head, "No need, it's not heavy anyway." ”

As he spoke, Zhuang Yan pushed open the office door, and behind the desk sat a middle-aged man, wearing a pair of old glasses, who looked thirty or forty years old, but tufts of white hair could be faintly seen on his head.

Zhuang Yan had seen Wang Lijian's photos before, and he looked a little different from the man in front of him, compared to the photos, Wang Lijian's real person seemed to be a little more raunchy.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Wang Lijian looked up and saw the young man in front of him, he panicked for a second and then his face was like a flower, and he laughed, "Ziyan, you're here!"

As he spoke, he got up from his desk and said as he walked towards Zhuang Yan: "I thought it would take you a while to arrive, after all, the traffic in Yanjing is not very good, and the airport is a distance from here." ”

Zhuang Yan suddenly didn't know what to say, he thought that the two would meet politely and greet for a while, but he didn't expect that Wang Lijian was no different from the phone at all, and he was like an old friend when they met.

"Why are you still carrying a bag, this Xiao Wang is too, why don't you help you put the bag down." Wang Lijian said and reached out to pick up the bag on Zhuang Yan's shoulder.

Zhuang Yan came back to his senses at this time, blocked Wang Lijian's hand with a smile, and said, "Don't blame Xiao Wang, I have to carry it myself, isn't it just a bag, and it can't get in the way." ”

Wang Lijian withdrew his hand, looked Zhuang Yan up and down, and said with a smile: "It looks like you are healthier than before." ”

"It's autumn, and I'm starting to get fat. Zhuang Yan said with a smile.

"Haha......" Wang Lijian suddenly laughed, "Ziyan, Ziyan, you are really so interesting." Come on, let's not stick here, sit on the sofa, and I'll pour you a cup of tea." ”

Zhuang Yan was not polite, walked to the sofa and sat down, looked at Wang Lijian who ran to pour tea, he laughed and said: "You dignified Wang Editor-in-Chief even pours tea by himself? I see that you don't always have a secretary when you answer the phone, why don't you also have a secretary who specializes in pouring water?"

Wang Lijian held the kettle and said without raising his head: "Don't laugh at me, I have hands and feet, and I don't have to fake the hands of others to pour a tea, as for answering the phone, it is really helpless, the business of the website of the literary and art industry is complicated, if I have to answer every phone, then I don't have to do anything every day, just sit in front of the phone and wait to answer the phone." ”

Of course Zhuang Yan knew this, he was just teasing him for a while. Wang Lijian's office has a large area, except for a large desk, next to the table is the sofa where Zhuang Yan is sitting now, a bench, two single chairs, and a wooden coffee table in front of it.

In addition to these two things, the most conspicuous thing is the bookcase that occupies the two walls, from the root of the wall to the roof, and each level of bookshelves is full of books. Zhuang Yan glanced at the books on the bookshelf a few times and found that there were not many books he had read, but there was a layer of bookshelves on top of the old ones, and they were all some classics at home and abroad. For example, China's four major masterpieces are among them, as well as foreign masterpieces such as "Les Miserables" and "Red and Black".

"Hehe, can my bookshelf still be in the eyes of Zhuang Da writer?" Zhuang Yan was looking at it intently, and Wang Lijian came over with two cups of tea.

Zhuang Yan turned his head, smiled and took the teacup handed over by Wang Lijian, nodded and said, "It's barely okay, but I always feel that something is missing." ”

"What's missing?" Wang Lijian asked seriously.

Zhuang Yan swept around the bookshelf, shook his head and said, "There is a missing copy of "Alive". ”

"Hahaha. Wang Lijian laughed again, "This bookshelf really doesn't have "Alive", because the books on this bookshelf are all collector's editions, and your "Alive" only has a general edition, and I will put it on when the publishing house comes out with a collector's edition and commemorative editions or something like that." ”

Zhuang Yan pouted and glanced at the bookshelves, "I see that there doesn't seem to be much room for your two rows of bookshelves, and your bookshelves won't be able to fit my books in the future." ”

Wang Lijian also looked at the bookshelf, and then shook his head, "You look full of bookshelf, you can put a hundred and eighty books in a casual arrangement, and if you squeeze it again, it is estimated that hundreds of books can be put down." ”

Zhuang Yan also shook his head, "Hundreds of books, I'm afraid it's not enough for my books." ”

Wang Lijian's expression suddenly froze, "Ziyan, are you joking with me." ”

Zhuang Yan looked at Wang Lijian's frightened expression, and laughed a little in his heart, hundreds of books are indeed scary, if Zhuang Yan writes ten books a year, it will take decades to write.

However, a normal person may not be able to write ten books in his lifetime, unless a writer abandons his martial arts and writes everything, and the word count will soon go up, and a book like "Alive" can write ten books in a year.

But Zhuang Yan can't be such a writer, and it is impossible to write that kind of saliva.

But Zhuang Yan himself knows that at the current rate of dreaming, it is very easy to publish ten books a year, just like the last "Waste Capital", if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to send it, then now he has a total of four books in his hands.

However, Zhuang Yan did not boast to Wang Lijian, but said with a smile, "Just kidding, what are you doing so seriously, you arrange a signing meeting for me every day, even if I want to be productive, I can't be productive, I don't have this time." ”

Wang Lijian hurriedly raised his hands and said: "Ziyan, don't talk nonsense, your signing meeting is already very few, and you agreed to it yourself, we didn't force you here, besides, isn't it good for you to sign off." Although literature is different from other entertainment, it also pays attention to a degree of exposure, and the more people know you, it is also good for your creation. The reason why it is difficult to produce some excellent writers now is because the economic base is limited by a large part of the population. In addition, the economic development has been somewhat deformed in recent years, and many industrial chains have been broken. ”

Regarding Wang Lijian's emotion, Zhuang Yan nodded in understanding, "Indeed, after all, there is a serious fault in the literary and artistic world, although the audience has become larger and the market has become larger, it seems that it is enough to feed a large part of the creators." However, literature and art are different from other consumer goods, and they do not necessarily have to be new, sometimes old things are more attractive. The pearls and jades of the predecessors are in front, and the works of the descendants will inevitably be compared with the readers and fall behind. ”

Wang Lijian looked at Zhuang Yan with a smile and said, "So, we need more writers like Ziyan." ”