In fact, the writers' dinners are no different from ordinary people, there is no imaginary poetry against them, but there are many staggered ideas.

There are several famous drunkards in the circle, such as Gu Tianfeng, who is the type who does not drink and is also a well-known prodigal son in the writers' group. Usually if there is no inspiration for writing, he runs out to drink and pick up girls, and often delays the manuscript because of this, and I don't know how many editors are worried about his delay and deduct all his salary.

After eating a few bites of food, Gu Tianfeng came to his senses and looked for people to drink everywhere, especially female writers.

Ye Di, who is at the same table with him, is a rising author in the romance novel industry, creating a 98-year sales record for a single romance novel, a frequent visitor to the Tianhua Bookstore list, and a perennial top of the data list of the "Wanfang Rental Bookstore Alliance", which is deeply loved by the younger generation.

Gu Tianfeng set his sights on Ye Di and had to drink with her, but Ye Di was also a bold woman, and the two simply held a bottle of red wine each, and fought one after another, attracting curious onlookers from other writers.

Yang Muxia saw it at the main table, and couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Tianfeng has been in poor health in the past few years, and the doctor asked him to avoid drinking, but he just didn't listen." I'm really afraid that something will go wrong with him if he drinks like this. ”

Jin Rumeng also sighed and said: "If it weren't for the fact that I love drinking too much and spend too much time on picking up girls, Gu Tianfeng's achievements should far surpass mine." ”

After a pause, he said with some emotion: "Tianfeng is greedy for cups, Gongsun is too lazy, and Guo Weisi has too many hobbies." Now the martial arts circle gives me a feeling of lack of succession, and I always feel that there is no successor to the younger generation, and I am really a little worried. ”

"Then what do you think of Flying Clouds, do you have the opportunity and ability to take over your class?" Yang Muxia asked curiously, "You must have seen his "Liancheng Jue" and "Mandarin Duck Knife". ”

Jin Rumeng nodded and said, "Of course I have seen it." I can bring the half-dead magazine of "Wuxia Weekly" back to life with a novel, how can I not read such a novel. ”

"And what is your evaluation?" Yang Muxia asked. "I'm nominating Zhu Yunfei as the best newcomer at this year's Knights Awards."

Jin Rumeng pondered for a moment and said: "The language is sophisticated, the plot is compact, and the story is touching. It's a pity that the story is full of grief and indignation, which makes people feel unpleasant in their throats. ”

Yang Muxia said with a smile: "I joked when I chatted with people before, if the story of "Liancheng Jue" is written to you, it must be linked to a certain period of ancient history. It involves the general interests of the nation. If it is written for Tianfeng, there must be a greater conspiracy, more fog; If you write it for Gongsun, I'm afraid it will drag out a million words, and if you add his lazy and headache-inducing speed, I really don't know how many years I can see the ending. ”

Jin Rumeng laughed when she heard this: "What you said makes sense." ”

Yang Muxia said: "Actually, I think that the wonderful thing about "Liancheng Jue" is the state of the world written in it, the people's hearts written, and the love and love written in it. It is far beyond the performance scope of ordinary martial arts novels, and cannot be measured by common sense. ”

Jin Rumeng said: "Books are good books, but the people who write in them are too bad and too bad." The ugliness of human nature is described too thoroughly in "The Legend of the City", which makes people chill and be stunned......"

Yang Muxia couldn't refute this, in fact, he felt the same way when he watched "Liancheng Jue".

Qi Changfa taught Di Yun martial arts, deliberately teaching the wrong martial arts mantra, is it bad or not?

In order to compete for Qi Fang, Wan Gui set up a well-thought-out trap to frame Di Yun. Bad or not?

Wan Zhenshan said that the three brothers of Daping Qi Changfa intrigued and killed the master, is it bad or not?

Ling Huisi buried Ling Shuanghua alive in the coffin. Bad or not?

In comparison, the villain in the book, the Blood Knife Ancestor, is bad and transparent, bad and straightforward, and bad and cute!

"I wonder what kind of person is writing such a 'bad' book?" Jin Rumeng said with emotion.

Yang Muxia was just about to speak, when he suddenly became happy: "Don't doubt it, people are coming!" ”

Jin Rumeng looked in the direction he was pointing. I saw a young man who was a little unconventional and hurried into the door of the VIP room.

"That's flying through the clouds?" Although Jin Rumeng had heard from Yang Muxia that Zhuyunfei was a very young author, this glimpse still surprised him.

This young one is a bit too much, isn't it?

Yang Muxia got up and walked to the door to greet Zhou Lin.

When someone saw it, they thought it was very strange, and they didn't understand what qualifications that young man had to let Yang Muxia greet him personally.

Waiting for Yang Muxia to pull Zhou Lin to the table. After the introduction said that this was the cloud flying, everyone suddenly realized that they were all taken aback.

"So young!" Gu Heping, Li Rao and Zhang Xiaoping also saw Zhou Lin for the first time, and they couldn't help but admire.

Zhou Lin said to everyone a little apologetically: "Teachers, I'm sorry I'm late." There is a temporary delay, and the traffic in Pingjing is too congested, so I can't stand everyone. ”

Some people said that it didn't matter, and some people sneered a few times and ignored Zhou Lin.

Yang Muxia patted Zhou Lin's shoulder and said, "Sit down and eat something first, and there will be a tea party later, let's chat." If you have nothing else to do, stay a little longer. ”

Zhou Lin found his seat and sat down, he was at table five, in addition to the three staff members and editors, there were four writers.

As soon as Zhou Lin sat down, the slightly older writer on the left took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said, "Fly after the clouds, and admire the name for a long time." My name is Xi Zhixing, and I write children's literature. ”

"It turned out to be Mr. Xi, hello, hello." Zhou Lin hurriedly shook hands with Xi Zhixing.

This Xi Zhixing is very famous and has a great influence in the world of children's literature, and many of his novels have been adapted into cartoons.

"I'll introduce you to these guys. This is Zhang Shuo, who writes science fiction, this is Cheng Zixiong, who writes mystery novels, and this is Wu Qiong, who writes horror novels. Xi Zhixing was very enthusiastic, but the other authors were a little cold, just nodded with Zhou Lin, and didn't mean to shake hands at all.

Zhou Lin didn't think it was wrong, he guessed what everyone's indifference was for, and it was not the fault caused by that post.

However, Zhou Lin didn't come here to make friends, and he didn't think much of his attitude towards others.

Xi Zhixing was quite enthusiastic, and after chatting with Zhou Lin for a few words, he asked: "This "Whimsical" book series is really whimsical, and it actually allows us people to write novels that are not good at the field, if you say that I write children's literature, Lao Yang will let me write horror novels, and I am not afraid of frightening my young readers." By the way, what kind of novel do you write? ”

Zhou Lin said: "I'm writing a mystery novel? ”

Without waiting for Xi Zhixing to answer, someone at the table sneered and said: "Hehe, now that mystery novels are so worthless, any cat or dog can write mystery novels?" ”

It was Cheng Zixiong, a young writer known for writing mystery novels. (To be continued.) )