Nine forty. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Another car came into the station.

The empty exit suddenly became crowded.

Chenyang held the sign high and looked at the list on it, "It's only the five of us this time?"

Wen Xia nodded, "To be exact, there are three more, the battle volley has already come before you, you didn't see him just now?"

Chenyang thought for a while, "Is that the sleeping uncle in the car?"

Wen Xia smiled, "It's only 30, it's not much older than you." ”

"But he looks old. ”

The two of them were chatting without saying a word, and within five minutes, they saw a man in a mountaineering suit walking towards them not far away.

Seeing Wen Xia, the man immediately waved his hand, "Xia Xia." ”

"Qiu Lang!" waving his hand, Wen Xia explained to Chenyang, "Qiu Lang is a writer of martial arts, and now he is a special guest writer for the novel newspaper, and he wrote the "Peerless Sword". ”

Qiu Lang walked very fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, he had already come to Wen Xia and Chenyang.

Hearing Wen Xia introduce himself, he said with a smug face, "Xia Xia, you really lift me, it's nothing, the reader just loves me," he said, he looked at Chenyang and asked with the attitude of treating fans, "Do you want to sign an autograph?" ”

This is not the first time Qiu Lang has participated in such a writers' exchange meeting.

In addition to the editor, who was assigned by the newspaper, most of the other people who came with me wanted to meet the writer himself, and asked for an autograph or something.

Therefore, after Qiu Lang saw Chenyang for the first time, he was automatically divided into fans.

It's just that he said this sentence for another purpose: to close the distance!

Although writers such a meeting is usually not chewed on the root of the tongue, it is inevitable that some fanatical fans ask questions on the Internet, and to a certain extent, such an intimate image is very popular with readers.

Chenyang smiled, "Thank you." ”

Wen Xia also smiled heartily, "Qiu Lang, he is not from the newspaper, he is also a special guest writer, in the heart section of the night, and the author of "Fengshen List" Chenyang. ”

"Chenyang?" Qiu Lang frowned, re-examining the man in front of him who looked to be only 20 years old, "Is that the Chenyang who wrote "The Ugly Duckling" and "The Little Match Girl"?"

Chenyang stretched out his hand, "Yes, it's nice to meet you." ”

Qiu Lang simply shook his hand in response, the smile that was close to the people just now no longer existed, and he turned his head to Wen Xia and said, "Shall I wait here?"

"No, no, the car is parked over there, the battle volley has come, you can catch up on the old days. ”

Hearing the battle volley, Qiu Lang was obviously interested, "Lao Ling is already here, I have to talk to him well, then I'll go first." ”

The last sentence was also said to Wen Xia, since Wen Xia broke out Chenyang's name, Qiu Lang's attention was no longer on Chenyang, and he completely used Chenyang as air.

"Well, bye-bye. ”

Waving his hand to send Qiu Lang away, Wen Xia explained to Chenyang, "Don't take it to heart, Qiu Lang used to be with Duan Xin, and then came to the Capital Daily, so he may be a little hostile to you." ”

With Duan Xin's?

No wonder.

With a sneer in his heart, Chenyang said, "It's nothing, I won't take it to heart." ”

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Chenyang didn't bother to say anything more.

However, he could feel that this winter outing was much more interesting than he imagined.

Nine forty-five.

The last two people, Piaotang and Shan Baiyu, also arrived.

These two people are girls, they look like they are about eighteen or nineteen years old, although they are not guest writers, but they are the gold medal essay writers of the study newspaper.

Seeing Wen Xia, the two girls were extremely excited.

The two girls chattered and asked non-stop, Wen Xia was always answering, and seemed to be extra patient, Chenyang was a foil next to him, and only said a few words when he occasionally asked.

With a few girls chatting, the distance from the exit to the parking space has become extraordinarily short.

In the van, Dou Zhan Lingkong, Qiu Lang and the registrar were chatting happily, and when they saw Piaotang and Shan Baiyu, several men were stunned, and the topic was interrupted.

Several people got into the car.

The driver set off and walked less than 100 meters, and Piaotang turned on the chatter mode again, shaking his hand at everyone, "Hello everyone, I'm Piaotang." ”

Shan Bai Yu also said, "Hello everyone, I am Shan Bai Yu. ”

Qiu Lang's eyes widened, "Floating Sugar, Mountain White Feather, aren't you, are you really less than twenty?" I thought you were all talking nonsense in the group. ”

Shan Baiyu's face was full of shyness, but he didn't admit defeat, "I said it all, you don't believe what it can do, by the way, you are ......"

Qiu Lang said, "I hate Lang." ”

Piaotang covered his mouth excitedly, "Qiu Lang of the peerless sword, wow, I still like you, Qiu Da will sign it for me." ”

As she spoke, she handed over a pen and paper.

Qiu Lang's face was full of pride, he took the pen and paper and said while signing, "No problem, wait a minute, I'll pull you into my book friend group, there are many girls in it, if you want to write martial arts, you can also promote it there when the time comes." ”

Although the current newspaper novels are not as direct as those of online writers, there are still many reader exchange groups, and some authors will also choose to join.

It's just that, because of the print media such as newspapers and magazines, there are very few official groups of readers.

Floating Candy was excited, and her big watery eyes were bubbling with little stars, "Really?"

"Of course. Qiu Lang put on the appearance of a great god, "If you are embarrassed, just tell me, and I will promote it for you in the group." ”

Dou Zhan poked his head out in the air, "I said sister, don't be fooled by this prodigal son, his group is full of beasts, come to my group, my group is very pure." ”

Qiu Lang retorted, "Don't listen to his nonsense, look at you so obscenely, you know what kind of urine sex your group has." ”

The two of you said a word to me, and started a battle for girls.

Chenyang and Shan Bai Yu sat next to each other at the back, and also listened to the bickering battle between Qiu Lang and Dou Zhan Volley, at this time, he heard Shan Bai Yu ask in a low voice, "...... are you?"

Piaotang also noticed Chenyang, tilted his head to look at him, and asked with a smile, "Who are you?"

Writers are like this, everyone gags and sells cuteness in the group, but in reality, everyone really doesn't know anyone if they don't report their names.

Chenyang smiled, "I'll teach Chenyang." ”

Piaotang frowned and said, "Chenyang, huh, I don't seem to have heard of this name, have you added the writer PP group of our newspaper?"

Chenyang shook his head.

"Are you a writer, then?" asked Drifting Candy.

Chenyang was defeated by the innocence of this little girl, and replied with a smile, "Sort of." ”

However, before Piaotang could ask anything more, the mountain white feather next to him had already reacted, pointing to Chenyang and saying, "You...... You are the fairy tale writer Chenyang who wrote "Fengshen List" with a daily sales of one million?"

If you don't pay special attention to it, the word Chenyang is actually not very famous in the industry.

However, when these two words and the four words of daily sales of millions collide, this is a bombshell!

Whether it is in the industry or not, looking at the whole of China, there is no one who does not know the fairy tale god Chenyang, who sells millions of dollars a day.

Chenyang scratched his head a little embarrassed, but did not speak, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

Looking at Chenyang like this, Shan Baiyu was completely crazy, with one arm, he threw himself into Chenyang's arms, and shouted excitedly, "Yang God, I finally saw you, I'm so happy." ”

Piaotang next to him hurriedly took out his mobile phone and turned into a little fan, "Yang God, can I take a photo with you?" You are my idol, my biggest dream is to become the second Chenyang!"

Shan Baiyu took out a copy of "Fairy Tales of the Morning Sun" from his schoolbag, "Yang God, you can sign it for me." ”

It's not the first time Chenyang has faced fans, but it's the first time to meet fans face-to-face, or his peers, even though he is thick-skinned, but he is still a little overwhelmed.

The two girls want to take pictures and hug.

For a while, the atmosphere in the car has completely changed, and the atmosphere of writers' exchanges is completely Chenyang's personal fan meeting.

Qiu Lang, who was still fighting for the girl just now, and the teeth of Dou Zhan Ling's air are itchy, isn't it just a daily sales of one million? What's the big deal?

At this time, the same envy and jealousy are the drivers and registrars who drive.

The two men looked at Wen Xia with a lot of distress, sympathizing with the rival Wen Xia would face in the future, and on the other hand, they strongly condemned Chenyang's ability to open the peach blossom skill regardless of time and place.

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