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At the Imperial Capital Airport, Wang Bo was personally greeted by Hu Maolin, editor-in-chief of the Writers Publishing House, and the two sides exchanged warm greetings and greetings, as if they had not seen each other for many years. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHu Maolin is more than 20 years older than Wang Bo.

In the evening, Hu Maolin greeted Wang Bo in a distinctive private restaurant near the Agricultural Exhibition Hall. He was accompanied by the deputy editor-in-chief of the Writers Publishing House, a bespectacled aunt in her fifties, surnamed Yao and Yao Meijuan. Wang Bo's "The Wandering Earth" is the editor and the editor, two "beauties" in their twenties, one surnamed Li, slightly taller, and the other fat, surnamed Zhang, both with glasses, although they don't look very good, but they are also Swenwen, and they often deal with books.

The editor-in-chief and deputy editor-in-chief are on the stage, plus two young "beauties", which can be regarded as quite face-saving for him.

Naturally, this is also related to the fact that he is currently hot in the literary world and is a big dark horse. Now accompany him, a big dark horse in the literary world, to show that he attaches great importance to it, and he will publish a new book in the future, so that he can continue to be incense, which can be regarded as an emotional investment.

This is the first time Wang Bo has eaten with a group of literati, which is quite novel, and he was a little restrained at first, but slowly, after a glass of red wine, he gradually let go.

In addition to chatting about interesting things in the literary world, Hu Maolin also introduced to Wang Bo the signing meeting that will be held in Xinhua Bookstore tomorrow, the general process, and the need for him to make a simple exchange speech to readers at that time, and he can use the evening time to prepare.

Wang Bo also took this opportunity to put forward his "reluctant request" to let the organizer, Xinhua Bookstore, play the background music provided by him, and give the first 30 readers a song composed and arranged by him and sung by a friend of his conservatory.

"Ah, Zi'an, you...... Do you still write songs?" When Hu Maolin, Yao Meijuan and the other two editors heard that Wang Bo could actually write songs, and it was not an ordinary songwriter, and even the lyrics, composition and arrangement were also done single-handedly, it felt like listening to the Arabian Nights, and for a while, they were so shocked that they couldn't speak, so that it took a while before they came back to their senses.

"Uh, this, I'm also writing for fun, it's hard to get into the hall of elegance, hehe, it's hard to get into the hall of elegance. Wang Bo said modestly, but he was not unhappy in his heart, thinking, today will blow a wind first, and tomorrow will surprise you.

When the four of them heard him say this, their frowns stretched a lot. Hu Maolin and Yao Meijuan thought that the other party might play some guitar or something, and then wrote a minor tune and went to the studio to record a single, but they were not very hopeful about the level of their songwriting, after all, the interlacing is like a mountain, just like Balzac, Tolstoy can write novels, but I have never heard that they can write songs, Beethoven, Mozart can compose, but never write good novels.

But Wang Bo's editor-in-charge and editor-in-charge Xiao Li and Xiao Zhang were bright-eyed, full of expectations for the songs written by Wang Bo. Perhaps the biggest difference between young and old people is that they are more fantastical and believe in miracles.

Wang Bo's request was completely a piece of cake and not worth mentioning, Hu Maolin immediately agreed, and let Wang Bo's beauty editor Xiao Zhang Qiong be in charge of this matter.

Zhang Qiong admires and admires Wang Bo, a dark horse who has risen like a comet in the literary world and swept the major lists of domestic books and literature in just one or two months. And once a person worships a person, it is easy to love the house and Wu, so she also has an unparalleled curiosity about the songs written by Wang Bo, especially in addition to her love of literature, she is also very fond of music.

"The work of the game...... Hehe, Sister Zhang, it's just a game for my little brother when he's bored, don't think it's noise when you listen to it. This Zhang Qiong wants to listen to his "Encounter" in advance, Wang Bo is naturally indispensable, the hotel that the publishing house has set for him is nearby, and it will be good to give her a CD when the time comes.

The meal was almost two hours away, and Yao Meijuan, who had not drunk, drove Wang Bo back to his place, a four-star hotel, and the treatment was quite good. He, Hu Maolin, and Yao Meijuan parted to each other at the door of the hotel and agreed to pick him up early tomorrow morning; Xiao Li and Xiao Zhang followed him into the hotel room, and after taking a CD from Wang Bo's hand, they also left quickly.

When you're away alone, it's easy to feel lonely.

After the two editors left, Wang Bo hesitated to call his friend Jiang Xiaorou, who met at the semi-finals of the "New Concept Essay Contest" last year. It's past eight o'clock in the evening, and it's still early, but the imperial capital is too big, and he is worried that if the other party's family doesn't live nearby, if he insists on coming to see him, it will be too troublesome.

In addition, what made Wang Bo hesitate was whether Jiang Xiaorou was still enthusiastic about his friend of the opposite sex. The two have also written several letters to each other since they separated last year, and the content of the letters is not without intimacy or ambiguity from the perspective of a bystander. But as time passed, the correspondence between the two was not as frequent as before. The last correspondence went back to two months ago, when he and Liang Ya had just been arrested/raped by Liang Jingquan, and their hearts were full of gloom and misery, and their replies to each other were also written in a messy manner. Based on his feelings, Wang Bo knew that it must be his unknown letter that made the other party retreat, causing Jiang Xiaorou to have no letter for so long.

Jiang Xiaorou is beautiful, gentle, and full of a sense of justice, and of course he likes her very much. But this kind of liking has not risen to the same obsession and desire as Liang Ya before, who strongly wants to get the other party in her hands, to a certain extent, it is probably similar to Liao Xiaoqing, Sun Li, Zhong Jiahui - like, appreciate, but that's it.

After having a painful love affair with Liang Ya that made him "bruised all over his body", he didn't dare to have a deeper relationship with those girls who were full of affection for him between men and women, and he also liked - at least in recent times, he was quite worried, afraid that he would not be able to control himself, let himself and the other party fall into the depths, and in the end hurt others.

"Do you want to make this call?" Wang Bo took out his mobile phone and found the number with Jiang Xiaorou's home phone number written on it, and hesitated.

At this time, Wang Bo suddenly thought of what the other party said with tears when he parted last time:

“…… Wang Zi'an, I can know you, I ...... It's a pleasure. When you come to Beijing in the future, you must look for me......"

"Ah yes, I have arrived in the imperial capital now, but I don't inform the other party. In case Xiaorou knew that I 'crossed the door and didn't enter' in the future, and didn't even say hello, she thought that after I became famous, she would look down on her as a friend. Let's make a greeting call. People are mixed in society, polite, and credit still have to be talked about. Wang Bo whispered a few words, finding a reason for himself to call Jiang Xiaorou.

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"Toot toot-" The phone answered.

"Hey, is Jiang Xiaorou at home?" Wang Bo asked in Mandarin.

"Are you ......?" came the voice of a middle-aged man on the other end of the phone, but he did not answer, with obvious hesitation and vigilance.

"Hello, Uncle Jiang! I'm Wang Zi'an, and I am a friend Jiang Xiaorou met when she participated in the essay contest in Shanghai. Wang Bo said directly.

"Ah, are you Wang Zi'an, the student who won the grand prize?" the hesitation in the man's mouth disappeared and turned into surprise.

"Hehe, Uncle Jiang, if there is no second one who wins the grand prize, it should be me. Wang Bo grinned, he didn't expect his name to be so famous in the Jiang family.

Before Jiang Xiaorou's father could answer, Jiang Xiaorou, who ran out of the bedroom in a hurry, snatched the phone in his hand, even if he was separated by a telephone line, Wang Bo could hear the other party's slightly rapid breathing: "Son...... Wang Zi'an, are you coming to Beijing?"

"Ah, how do you know, Xiaorou? This was the first time he heard Jiang Xiaorou's soft and soft, glutinous rice-like voice after half a year. The two had exchanged several letters before, but based on the concerns of a certain **, the phone call was never made once.

Jiang Xiaorou wanted to say, "I just know," but after glancing at her father, who was staring at her from the side, the words came out of her mouth: "I guess! By the way, Wang Zi'an, when did you come to Beijing? Where are you now?"

Wang Bo told the other party the reason for going to the imperial capital and the hotel where he was located, and Jiang Xiaorou on the other end of the phone hesitated slightly, so he asked him to wait in the hotel for half an hour, and she came over half an hour later.

"No, no, Xiaorou, you don't have to ......" Before Wang Bo finished speaking, a blind voice sounded in his ears. Staring at the mobile phone that was hung up, Wang Bo smiled bitterly and said to himself:

"I know! I know it's going to be like this! Xiaorou, Xiaorou, I knew I shouldn't have called you this time! If I wanted to call, I should call tomorrow. You girl, you have to come to see me so late, how can you tell your parents?"

Wang Bo was complacent, a little fluttering, but at the same time, he couldn't help but worry about Jiang Xiaorou, I don't know how the other party persuaded his parents to let her meet a boy at this time.

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