Lu Qingzhan hurriedly said, "Of course it's no problem, it's just ...... After you finish talking about the situation, you have to hand over the mobile phone and everything that can be contacted. ”

This is not a special treatment for Zhang Can, but a normal way of writing in this world.

Retreat, like an ascetic, is the only way to write good writing.

But fortunately, this kind of retreat will not treat him badly in terms of food and accommodation, and Zhang Can can also communicate with so many censors in the meeting, just give him a relatively quiet environment, and let him write good articles without contact with the outside world.

Zhang Can said that there was no problem, and then he made a call to Yu Yue'er.

Yu Yue'er also felt very strange that Zhang Can was going to participate in the review, it was too sudden. However, the review is quite sudden every time, and she happened to be filming during this time, and she was not in Huzhou, so she told Zhang Can to eat and drink well and sleep well.

After listening to his wife's advice, Zhang Can said that he would do it, and gave her some advice.

Probably don't eat too much when you encounter something delicious, and if you don't like to eat it, you should probably eat a little, don't be too picky and so on.

Drink plenty of hot water.

Lu Qingzhan on the side, because the call request was released.

So he ate dog food for half a day, saying that he didn't have to eat at noon.

After Lu Qingzhan took away his mobile phone, he said to Zhang Can,

"Teacher Zhang Can, you take a break first, and we will call you at 10 o'clock and go to the conference room for a meeting. ”

Zhang Can nodded.

Saying that his isolated life is about to begin, this calls him to go to the conference room, and the eight achievements are to set his topic.

Zhang Can sat on the bed and changed the room.

The sheets and bedding are all new, very ordinary blue sets.

The room was empty except for the tables and chairs, except for a wall clock on the wall.

It is also the most common style.

There is also a compartment at the back, which is a place to wash.

It's boring.

Looking at the room, it seems that there is really nothing to do except writing.

So, Zhang Can ...... Got some sleep.

……

"Teacher Zhang Can, Teacher Zhang Can?"

Zhang Can was woken up by a knock on the door.

He blinked his somewhat dry eyes and looked around in confusion.

Oh, it's in retreat.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Can dragged on a pair of slippers and opened the door with a confused expression.

"Teacher Zhang, President, I asked you to go to a meeting!"

The person who came to call the door was a woman in her thirties, who was also an examiner, but she was not in charge of Zhang Can's review. It's just that the censorship committee can only censor one or a few writers for a period of time, which is also for strictness, so at present, there is only one Zhang Can in the club, and these personnel are quite idle.

"Okay, let's go. Zhang Can nodded dizzily.

I didn't sleep enough, and I was a little dizzy.

"Teacher Zhang Can," the female examiner reminded again.

"Huh?" Zhang Can was stunned.

"Shoes. She reminded.

"Ah," Zhang Can suddenly realized, looked at the slippers on his feet, some of his daily necessities were brought with him when the oil light came, and they had also been inspected by the review committee.

This will go to a meeting, and it is naturally inappropriate to wear slippers.

"Excuse me. Zhang Can dropped a sentence, closed the door and went back to change his shoes and clothes, and went to wash and tidy up.

When he came out again, he was a glorious handsome guy again.

As soon as Zhang Can came out, the female examiner couldn't take her eyes off it, she was so handsome, she could earn it if she could take a second look.

"I don't know your last name?"

Zhang Can sorted it out and asked the female examiner.

"My name is Song Shanshan, just call me Sister Song. ”

"Sister Song. Zhang Can called out very honestly. I asked her a few more questions about the censorship.

Song Shanshan also told him.

In fact, the examination is not so strict, and there is no problem at all in communicating with the examiner.

Most of the examiners have the ability to taste, and the ability to appreciate is very strong, but the ability to write may be average.

And it is very difficult to become an examiner, after all, this is a supervisory body.

Zhang Can followed Sister Song for a distance, and did not meet too many people on the way, and when she arrived at the door of a room, Sister Song pushed the door in first.

Say to those who are inside,

"President, I brought Teacher Zhang Can here. ”

Zhang Can also came in.

"Teacher Zhang Can, sit here. ”

Zhang Can looked at it, this conference room is also very simple, it is a round table, and then there are four chairs, Lu Qingzhan, Hei Zhuang and Han Song each sit one, and the rest is obviously reserved for him.

"President, I'll go first. ”

Sister Song's task is completed, and she is leaving.

After all, this meeting is more strict.

"Teacher Zhang Can, let's draw your question. The chairman took out a small box and said to Zhang Can.

This is probably the topic that Zhang Can wrote during this time,

Drawing lots, although this method is a bit old-fashioned, it is really practical.

However, the topics in this are probably drawn up by the censorship, and each writer has different topics, but they are all relatively simple, for example, doors, basins, white, and the like.

But the simpler the thing, the harder it is to write, and that's true.

Zhang Can put his hand in and casually touched one out,

When I took it out, there was only one word written on it, wall.

"Teacher Zhang Can, this word is your topic during this time. Lu Qingzhan said with a smile.

The word wall, it's hard anymore.

For such a long time, who can write about walls except for buildings?

"What about the subject matter?" Zhang Can asked.

"The subject matter is naturally what you are good at. It was Han Song who answered him.

Seeing that Zhang Can had drawn this, Han Song was very satisfied, and his face also had a hint of a smile.

"I'm good at a lot," Zhang Can smiled slightly, "Then I can play freely?"

The three people on the other side hadn't reacted yet.

I saw Zhang Can close his eyes full, and then began to read softly,

"Xijiang Menglongtan, and Zhu Xiaolian are in the middle of the house. Occasionally involved in a Lan Ruo, the temple Zen house, are not very open, the only old monk hangs in it. Seeing the guests enter, the clothes are out of the way, and the guide is happy.

……

The different history said: The illusion is made by people, and this kind of words are like those who have the Tao. If a person has a lustful heart, he will be born in a state of profanity, and if he has a blasphemy, he will be born in a state of terror. The Bodhisattva ignites the ignorance and makes a thousand illusions together. All people's hearts are automatically eared. The wife was heartfelt, but she didn't hear her words and realized it, and she went into the mountains. ”

Nearly a thousand words were read out by Zhang Can slowly and sentence by sentence.

In the end, he learned to broadcast and host, and his voice was subdued and frustrated, which made people sound like a spring breeze.

The three censors were stunned, they were shocked, naturally it couldn't be Zhang Can's voice, but this.

Ghosts?

Classical Chinese.

That's it?