Knowing that the writers who went there were all famous and had seen their works by themselves, He Tingting was moved, gritted his teeth and agreed to go. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He Xuanlian knew, pondered for a long time, and said, "I'll go with you." The Red Fire Gang doesn't do it today, but there is still a Mangosteen Gang. ”

He Tingting knew that He Xuanlian was not interested in this kind of gathering, thought about it, and said, "Third brother, if I let people follow, there shouldn't be any danger." If you have time, you can go and meet with the Li brothers and learn from them. ”

"It's okay, I'll follow you. He Xuanlian insisted.

He Tingting looked at him, "Third brother, you don't have to worry about me, I have a weapon on me." Besides, isn't there Wilson, who is there, and I'm sure no one will dare touch me. You went to see the Li family brothers, firstly, because of interest, and secondly, it is also of great benefit to you, don't waste this opportunity because of me. ”

When He Xuanlian heard this, he hesitated slightly, called Wilson, and knew that someone would be sent, so he nodded, "That's okay, we'll divide into two ways." ”

The brother and sister agreed on this, and after another half an hour, they went out separately.

He Tingting was very excited, she was thinking about whether she should behave calmly or excitedly when she saw these writers, and after thinking all the way, she finally decided to show her true self. Anyway, in the mainland, when she sees non-popular writers, she also shows her character. There is no reason to meet with popular writers in Xiangjiang, so you have to pretend to have a character.

Seeing writers in the mainland is also seeing, and seeing in Xiangjiang is also meeting, He Tingting shouldn't have been so excited. But she has seen all the works of these Xiangjiang writers, and they have been adapted into TV series, which makes her have different feelings.

In addition, at this time, Xiangjiang was strong and the mainland was weak, and her subconscious was also affected.

When he arrived at the teahouse, He Tingting got out of the car, looked himself up and down, and saw that he was well-dressed and not rude, so he followed the editor-in-chief into the teahouse with his bag.

Entering the box, He Tingting saw several writers he had seen in the newspaper, both male and female, much older than himself.

She stepped forward to say hello with a smile, and when she saw that all the writers stood up with a smile, and Wen Yan said welcome, she immediately became less nervous.

These people have no ill will towards her, but are very gentle, so she doesn't need to be nervous.

And the feeling that the writers of Xiangjiang were superior disappeared in the subsequent conversations.

At this time, He Tingting finally understood why everyone basically held the Xiangjiang people and thought that the Xiangjiang people were superior.

The economic foundation determines the superstructure, and the economy of Xiangjiang is strong, so the entertainment culture and trendy culture derived from it are like sea water, sweeping every part of the mainland, making everyone yearn for and be impressed.

It's just a phenomenon, it's hard to change, but one day, it will definitely change!

He Tingting was the least famous among all the writers present, but no one made it difficult for her.

First, these writers have no conflict of interest with her, and they can't make things difficult for her. As for the difference between Xiangjiang people and mainlanders, for writers with extremely high incomes, it is not a matter at all.

Second, in literature, He Tingting, who writes poetry, can be regarded as more elegant, her works may not be counted as Yangchun Baixue, but how can they be enough to be Yang Axuelu, and the popular fiction writers present, their works can be classified as the ranks of the lower riba people.

Although it is said that in modern and contemporary times, it is meaningless to classify these works in terms of money-making means, but the division of positions in the literary world is still of great significance. Because literary history has always been strict, works that are too popular will not be mentioned in literary history, of course, this phenomenon is changing, and in the future, popular fiction may also be on the table. But that's in the future, and for now the status of the poet will be higher.

Thirdly, He Tingting is a young and beautiful girl, with the delicate nature of a girl, fresh and vibrant, very lovely.

In addition, He Tingting has material in her head, there are hills and valleys in her chest, and her conversation is different from that of ordinary women, which is very extraordinary, but because she is still young, she has the liveliness and agility of a girl, which is different from many women, which makes people like it even more.

This time we all got along happily and left each other's contact information.

However, for He Tingting, the bigger gain is the use of computers to write as mentioned by everyone during the banquet.

She studied computers in high school and even started using them in college, but her thinking limited her and made her never think of using a computer to write, because she used to write articles, either by hand or on a typewriter.

Now, hearing one of the trendy writers mention it, she can't wait.

When they were about to part, He Tingting got up decently to send someone older than herself, which made the writers present more cordial to her, and warmly invited her to come to the door as a guest.

He Tingting was not prepared at all, and agreed with He Xuanlian to return to the mainland tomorrow, so he politely declined, but also said that next time he came, he would definitely come to visit.

When He Tingting returned to the hotel where he was staying, He Xuanlian hadn't come back yet, she thought about it, and went to the Four Seasons Immortal Residence to eat fruit.

Over the years, she has been tinkering with the Four Seasons Immortal Residence, but there has been no progress, so she gradually stopped thinking about it, planning to use it as a safe and an orchard. Fortunately, she has not relied very much on this Four Seasons Immortal Residence over the years, so she was not very disappointed that she did not find the more advanced usage of the Four Seasons Immortal Residence.

In the evening, He Xuanlian came back and called He Tingting to go out for dinner together.

Fearing that they would run into Cici and his party again, they were both in plainclothes with them, and before going out, they even greeted the people Wilson had called and told him where they were going.

After getting ready, He Tingting and He Xuanlian went out for a beautiful meal.

When he came back from eating, He Tingting was talking to He Xuanlian when he heard the plainclothes driver say, "Someone is following, you sit well, I'm going to get rid of them." ”

He Tingting and He Xuan glanced at each other, sat down busily, and at the same time pricked up their ears to listen to the movements of the tracking car behind.

This time, both of them heard the voices of Yutou and Lucy, and it was obvious that Cici was not willing to give up, but hoped that Yutou and Lucy would find an opportunity to kill her and He Xuanlian.

The car soon began to accelerate, and the fish head behind it said sharply, "Found out...... Let's go back!"

Lucy's vicious voice rang out, "Don't go back, follow, maybe you'll be lucky enough to find a chance to do it?"

When He Tingting heard this, he was worried that something would happen, so he asked the plainclothes in the car, "How many of us are nearby?"

"Don't worry, there's our car right next to the car that's tracking you. Not far ahead, there are still our buddies on duty, and they will not dare to chase after them then. Plainclothes said.

Although both of them are mainlanders, their identities are not simple, and they are the people who are ordered to protect by the highest level in their system, so they must protect them.

He Tingting nodded, but continued to pay attention.

The car drove a short distance, and sure enough, there were police officers who were interrogating, and the car of Yutou and Lucy was stopped and taken back to investigate.

Back at the hotel where he stayed, He Xuanlian's expression was a little solemn, "It seems that the Mangosteen Gang is determined to kill us!"

"Yes, if we don't have something important, let's come to Xiangjiang less in the future. He Tingting sighed and said.

He Xuanlian nodded, but he was still a little puzzled, "It's just a talisman, how can they be so ruthless? You say, what is that Cici crazy about? Is it really because he was abandoned, so he is perverted?"

"I don't know. He Tingting shook his head and said.

The brother and sister talked for a while, and the more they talked, the more they felt that Xiangjiang was very dangerous, so they rested early that night, and packed up their things and returned to Pengcheng early the next morning.

At this time, Shen Hongyan went to Temple Street in Yau Ma Tei alone.

She hesitated for two days before she finally made up her mind to go to Temple Street.

Next to a remote claypot restaurant, there is a small fortune-telling stall.

At this time, an old woman was sitting in front of the fortune-telling booth, singing in a low voice.

The temple street, which seems deserted during the day, has this low singing, which seems to have returned to a somewhat distant era, "The clouds are cold and the rain is cold, and the scenery is bleak in the middle of the lonely night." The barren mountains are quiet, and there is a faint midnight clock, and the bell is even more difficult to dream when it breaks the ......"

Shen Hongyan stood quietly not far away and listened, and after listening for a long time, a young male voice sang together, and the addition of this male voice made the singing voice that seemed resentful and lonely with a few popularity.

Shen Hongyan smiled and walked up.

The footsteps startled the singing man, but the old woman remained still, still singing.

Shen Hongyan glanced at the woman who was singing, and no longer waited for her to finish singing as humbly as in the past, but said directly, "Youdong, I have something to tell you." ”

The man who joined in the singing, that is, Yang Youdong, stood up. He glanced at the singing old woman, nodded at Shen Hongyan, and walked into the claypot restaurant next to him.

Shen Hongyan followed in and sat down opposite Yang Youdong, "Youdong, accompany me to have a claypot meal." ”

Yang Youdong was noncommittal and asked, "What do you want to tell me?"

Shen Hongyan didn't speak, ordered a claypot rice with cured meat, and helped Yang Youdong order a salted fish and eggplant, and when the waiter walked away, he looked up at the impatient Yang Youdong, "You don't have to feel guilty, He Tingting is not dead, she came to Xiangjiang." ”

"What did you say?" Yang Youdong stood up excitedly, and his voice was unusually sharp.

Shen Hongyan stopped talking, just looked at Yang Youdong.

Yang Youdong found that the people around him were looking over, and hurriedly made an apologetic gesture, then sat down and asked in a low voice urgently, "You said that Tingting is not dead? Is it true or false? What is wrong with her now? Is she okay? Is she still in Xiangjiang? Where does she live?"

After coming to Xiangjiang, his uncle did not contact the people he knew in the past, but only sent money back to his hometown Shenjia Village in the first month or two, and later because he wanted to study, he didn't even send money. As for him, he was afraid to know about He Tingting's death, so he never dared to inquire.