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After Cao Zizheng finished greeting Editor Cheng, he glanced at Xiao Fei, and a smile appeared on Banzheng's face: "Xiao Fei, you also come to the symposium." ”

"Hello Professor Cao." Xiao Fei greeted Cao Zizheng.

"Well, let's go, let's go up together." Cao Zizheng said, and walked towards the stairs first.

In the conference room, there was a long oval-shaped conference table, and more than 30 people participated in the discussion, including five or six teachers from the Chinese Department and more than 20 students.

Cao Zizheng and Editor Cheng sat in the main seat on the left and right.

"Today, Mr. Cheng came to have a discussion with you, this opportunity is rare, you must cherish it, if you want to ask, you can ask, and Mr. Cheng will answer it for you. Everyone applauds and welcomes Mr. Cheng! Cao Zizheng made an opening remark first.

"Whoa—"

The audience applauded warmly.

Editor Cheng got up and nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Good morning, teachers and students, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Cheng Yongxin, and now I'm the editor in charge of "Harvest", everyone can vote to me if you have excellent review manuscripts or novels in hand in the future, I can guarantee that you will never let your good manuscripts be buried." ”

This is an invitation to all of you.

This is also the duty of editors.

Editor Cheng came to Beijing on a business trip this time, mainly to visit some old writers.

Coming to Peking University for a discussion is also an important part of Cheng Editor's itinerary. The Department of Chinese at Peking University is the best Chinese department in China, with strong strength and many famous teachers, and many professors are literary giants.

The Chinese Department of Peking University has also produced some famous writers, such as Liu Zhenyun, Chen Jiangong, Huang Peijia, Zhang Manling, etc.

However, the Chinese Department of Peking University in the past hundred years has really cultivated first-class literary masters, but there are only a few of them.

The most of them are literary researchers, such as literary critics, literary theorists, and so on.

Literary criticism is also a very important part of literature, and Editor Cheng actually wanted to ask for a few excellent criticism manuscripts when he came here this time.

As the most famous literary journal in China, Harvest also needs high-level critical articles.

After Editor Cheng finished speaking, his eyes swept to Xiao Fei, who was sitting on his left, and then said, "The one sitting on my left, do you all know him?" ”

After Editor Cheng finished speaking, there was silence in the conference room for a few seconds, but no one responded.

"Acquaintance, he is Xiao Fei, the author of "Fish Walking on Land", "Bright Sword", and "First Close Contact". A short-haired girl saw that no one was talking, so she smiled and said to Editor Cheng, "It is estimated that no one in our department does not know about him, and there have been seminars about his works in the department." ”

Xiao Fei recognized that this girl was Lin Xiaomei.

The reason why no one in this conference room enthusiastically responded to Cheng Edit was probably because people felt a little embarrassed. The Chinese Department of Peking University lost an outstanding young writer to the Department of History.

This left everyone feeling gloomy.

Xiao Fei smiled and nodded at Lin Xiaomei, and also stood up and bowed slightly to the people in the conference room: "Hello everyone, my name is Xiao Fei, I am a freshman in the history department of our school, and I would like to ask you for more guidance." ”

With that, he sat down.

"Well, an outstanding young writer like Xiao Fei, participating in today's forum is also a promotion for those of us here, please welcome it." Cao Zizheng said.

There was a sparse round of applause in the conference room.

The applause was not very enthusiastic.

Xiao Fei didn't care, just sat quietly and played the role of his bystander.

Next, the symposium officially began.

Editor Cheng talked about the standards of manuscript gains, talked about the creative situation in today's literary circle, Cao Zizheng elaborated on some major literary research and criticism achievements of the Department of Chinese at Peking University in the past two years, and students raised their own questions for Editor Cheng to answer.

The meeting was quite lively.

Xiao Fei'an sat quietly and listened to everyone's speech.

He barely spoke, and at the symposium, the students of the Chinese Department asked questions or something, and they tacitly avoided Xiao Fei.

They almost consciously ignored Xiao Fei.

But in the middle of the discussion, Lin Xiaomei suddenly asked Xiao Fei a question: "Xiao Fei, I also like to write, and I think I am also working hard to write, but my current dilemma is that I can't write a decent novel, even a short story of a few thousand words can't be written well, what I want to ask is, how can I write?" How can I improve my writing skills? Doesn't it mean that someone like me has no talent for writing? Should I give up this hobby? ”

Lin Xiaomei asked a series of questions one after another.

Zhang Qiang, who was sitting on Cao Zizheng's right hand, pouted.

He was a little angry, this Lin Xiaomei had also sent such an inquiry to himself, and he had answered it seriously.

She is now asking Xiao Fei at the symposium again, which makes him feel very bad.

Zhang Qiang came to participate in the symposium this time, in fact, there is only one purpose, he wants to hand over his "Psychotic Paradise" to Editor Cheng and listen to his opinions, if he is favored by Editor Cheng, maybe his novel will have a great hope of being published in "Harvest".

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiang was very excited.

He kept looking at Editor Cheng.

He was waiting for a suitable moment to take out his manuscript and let Editor Cheng give advice at the symposium.

His palms were sweaty.

His heart was racing.

He was full of longing.

was disturbed by Lin Xiaomei's behavior, and when he saw Lin Xiaomei asking Xiao Fei with a sweet smile, he felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

"Lin Xiaomei, didn't I tell you? Like you, a girl who doesn't have much talent and sense for writing, it's best not to like writing, even if you pay a lot, it is estimated that there will be no gain, it can only be a waste of time! Zhang Qiang said to Lin Xiaomei.

His tone was very harsh.

With an element of gambling.

Lin Xiaomei glanced at Zhang Qiang angrily, the girl was a little annoyed, and pouted, "Zhang Qiang, I don't seem to ask you, right?" What kind of mouth are you plugging in? I'm not talented for literature, so what? I love to write, I'm just going to write, okay? ”

"The point is, it's useless for you to write!"

"Humph! What do you mean? Aren't you too utilitarian? Can I just use writing as a way to cultivate my feelings? ”

"The point is, if you ask Xiao Fei these questions, you don't ask them!"

"Don't you think you're too arbitrary? How do you know if Xiao Fei will give me a reasonable suggestion? ”

The two of them are talking to each other.

It was cold in the conference room.

Many students looked at the two with playful expressions. (To be continued.) )