Ma Yinchu, Yu Hai and Liang Qichao sat in a row, and there were two seats left next to them, which seemed to be specially occupied by Zhuang Yan.

After Zhuang Yan and they sat down, the conference hall was lively again, but if you look closely, you can still see that many people are looking at Zhuang Yan and them intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and asked Ma Yinchu, "Brother Yuanshan, what is the situation now, everyone talks freely?"

Ma Yinchu said with a smile, "Tie Yan came over just now, saying that the exchange meeting would start on time at eleven o'clock, and everyone had nothing to do during this time, so they could only find someone to talk to." ”

Zhuang Yan knew that the iron inkstone in his mouth was the chairman of the National Writers Association and the chairman of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Tie Yan is not an unknown person, born in 1857, and Kang Youwei and Gu Hongming are the literati of the same era, but compared to Kang Youwei and them, Tie Yan's reputation is not so great.

However, in China, Tie Yan can be said to be the leading figure among female writers. That's right, Tie Yan is a woman, and interestingly, Tie Yan is also the winner of the first Pu Songling Award for Prose and Essays, and her novella "How Far Is Forever" also won the novella award for the second Pu Songling Award.

Zhuang Yan looked around the conference hall and found that it was full of old men, and he smiled: "The personnel structure of our association is quite simple, they are all old-timers. ”

"Of course, there are so many people in the National Writers' Association, and it is a rare honor to be able to join. To be honest, apart from you, I haven't seen anyone in their twenties who can enter the National Writers' Association, even the provincial-level Writers' Association is rare. Ma Yinchu said with a smile.

Zhuang Yan said disapprerovingly, "Are you exaggerating, don't you see that there is a little girl over there, isn't she in her twenties?"

"Oh?"

Hearing Zhuang Yan's words, Ma Yinchu looked in the direction that Zhuang Yan said, and sure enough, he saw a young girl, who was also looking at this side.

In fact, it was because the girl had been looking at this side that Zhuang Yan was able to notice her in the crowd.

Ma Yinchu shook his head suspiciously, "This is the writer's association, why haven't I seen it?"

At this time, Wang Lijian spoke: "Zhuang Yan, you don't know her?"

"Should I know her?" Zhuang Yan said strangely.

Now it was Wang Lijian's turn to be puzzled, "I thought you knew her, I knew your book because of her." He recommended your book on our site's forum, and I just happened to see it, and although I'm not sure it's her, the name is correct. ”

"What's it called?"

"Any lotus. ”

Zhuang Yan shook his head, "I don't have an impression, I don't have any impression of my name and face." ”

"Lao Wang, who is this girl, why haven't I seen it?"

Wang Lijian said with a smile: "Although you are a writer's association, you usually don't walk around with the writer's association, so it's normal to not know." This girl is not from the National Writers Association, she is from the Yanjing Writers Association. ”

"The members of the local writers' association have also been invited? No, if they did, they wouldn't be so many. Ma Yinchu wondered.

Wang Lijian said, "She is not from the National Writers' Association, but her father is, you don't know her, but you definitely know her father." ”

"Who is his father?"

"Ren Weimin, her father is Ren Weimin. ”

"Hey, who should I be, it turned out to be Ren Weimin, isn't this guy studying the oracle bone inscription recently, I heard that he has been looking for Liu He some time ago, is he here today?"

Wang Lijian shook his head, "I shouldn't have come, I didn't see him either, I guess his daughter came over on his behalf." ”

Ma Yinchu smiled and poked Zhuang Yan, "You see this girl has been staring at you, is it interesting to you?"

Before Zhuang Yan could speak, Wang Lijian smiled first, "Now the entire conference hall is staring at Zhuang Yan not a hundred but eighty, does it mean that those old hairy men are also interested in Zhuang Yan?"

"How can this big girl with yellow flowers compare with the old men, it's different, it's different. ”

"I think it's all the same. ”

……

They were noisy together, and the time soon reached half past eleven.

Tie Yan, the chairman of the Writers' Association, stepped on the door and entered the conference hall, and there were two old men behind her, one was Gu Hongming, and the other Zhuang Yan didn't know him.

The moment he saw Gu Hongming, Zhuang Yan felt a sudden break in his heart, and turned his head to look at Wang Lijian suddenly, his eyes flashed, meaning to ask him why he didn't tell him in advance that it was Gu Hongming.

Unexpectedly, Wang Lijian also frowned and shook his head, meaning that he didn't know that Gu Hongming would come.

Zhuang Yan actually wanted to ask who the other old man was, but now that the whole venue was quiet, he was embarrassed to speak again.

Tie Yan invited the two old men to sit on the rostrum, and then she grabbed a microphone and said: "Good afternoon, everyone, I am very honored to invite you to participate in this writers' association exchange meeting." Before the official start of the exchange meeting, I would like to introduce you to the two heavyweight guests of today. I don't think I need to introduce more, everyone knows each other, yes, the two people next to me are Mr. Gu Hongming and Mr. Lian Liwen. ”

As soon as Tie Yan finished his introduction, there was thunderous applause from the bottom, and Zhuang Yan turned his head sideways while applauding and asked Wang Lijian next to him: "Brother Wang, who is this Lian Liwen?"

When he heard this name, Zhuang Yan first searched in his mind, and really didn't expect that there was a literary celebrity named Lian Liwen in the Republic of China, and then he looked through the memory fragments of his predecessor, but he didn't find it.

However, if you don't find it in the memory fragments, it doesn't mean that this Lian Liwen is not famous, because the memory fragments of the predecessor are relatively fragmented, and what they will remember is also relatively random, so it is normal that some information is not available.

Wang Lijian glanced at Zhuang Yan in some surprise, "You don't know him?"

Zhuang Yan shook his head, "I don't know, it's very famous?"

Wang Lijian nodded, "Of course, this is the former minister of our Ministry of Literature and Art, and he is also a well-known writer in the literary and artistic circles. This former was born in the military, but after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he dropped his gun and picked up a pen to start literary creation, which can be regarded as a late bloomer. ”

Zhuang Yan suddenly turned out to be a writer later, no wonder there is no such person in his impression. I have to say that a gust of wind blowing from the wings of a butterfly not only blew some writers away, but also blew out some new writers.

Just like this Lian Liwen, if according to the development of the previous life, it is still a period of warlord warfare, how can he have time to calm down and change careers to engage in literary creation.

Zhuang Yan raised his head and looked at Lian Liwen carefully, the former Minister of Literature and Art has a broad physique, and there is indeed a military spirit between his eyebrows and eyes.

However, since Wang Lijian said that he was a late bloomer, he must not be young, at least not younger than Gu Hongming, after all, Gu Hongming is only less than sixty years old now.