The circle of writers is not large.

If we exclude the online literary writers who have always been despised and recognized by traditional literary writers, then this circle will be even smaller.

And Ye Yu came to West Lake today, in addition to playing and appreciating lotuses, he also came to attend a party.

Online articles need to be updated every day, and many authors are actually part-time, and sometimes they need to consult materials or recharge themselves, so there is little time for writers' gatherings.

But writers of traditional literature are different.

They don't need to update it every day, and it doesn't take a lot of work to publish a book of two or three hundred thousand words in a few months, or even a year or two. Finding inspiration, ideation, polishing, and refining your own work takes up more time than writing, and if you take the physical publishing route, you will rely more on interpersonal relationships than online articles, so there will be more gatherings for traditional literary writers.

Meetings are also an important way for them to find inspiration, because inspiration often comes from conversations and arguments with other people.

Like this kind of invitation to a gathering from traditional literary writers, Ye Yu has received a lot of them after returning from the island country.

After all, in addition to being a super popular writer, Ye Yu also has a growing Yuye company, and has even opened up publishing channels in the United Kingdom and island countries, so many of the organizers who are qualified to invite him will try to invite him.

For these invitations, Ye Yu basically declined on the grounds of preparing for the college entrance examination and being busy with affairs.

And this time, he agreed to this gathering by the West Lake.

There are three reasons for this.

First, the organizer invited Lin Mu, that is, Chen Yanlin.

For Ye Yu, Aunt Chen is here, and she has obviously held a signing meeting in Hangzhou in the past few days. If you don't attend, it's obviously not good.

Second, this time, someone contributed a jar of West Lake Longjing before the Ming Dynasty.

Ming Qian tea is the name of the tea picked before the Qingming Festival in the Jiangnan tea area. It is less infested by insects, the buds and leaves are delicate, and the color is green and fragrant. The taste is mellow and beautiful, and it is the best product in tea. At the same time, because the temperature is generally low before the Qingming Festival, the number of germination is limited, the growth rate is slow, and the yield that can reach the picking standard is very small, so there is a saying that "tea before the Ming Dynasty is as expensive as gold".

Although the dragon well in the early Ming Dynasty was not as expensive as the first mining, it was due to the small output. Therefore, it is difficult to buy, and many of the ones circulating in the market are fools.

Of course, with Ye Yu's identity, it is not difficult to get the West Lake Longjing before the Ming Dynasty, and the price of a few thousand yuan a pound is not expensive for him, to be precise, he actually has the West Lake Longjing head harvest sent by others at home, but unfortunately no one in his family understands the tea ceremony.

West Lake Longjing before the Ming Dynasty. In addition, it is a pity to miss the tea made by someone who is proficient in the tea ceremony.

Third. Naturally, it's all about food.

The noon dishes are cooked by several famous chefs in Hangzhou, and it would be a pity not to taste them.

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"Knock~Knock~Knock~" Ye Yu took He Ru to the teahouse, arrived at the door of the private room, and knocked on the door.

Soon, someone opened the door.

"Welcome. Welcome. Our big writer and big star is here~" The person who opened the door smiled and welcomed.

He is the organizer of this party, named Fan Guoan, a middle-aged uncle in his forties and fifties, who is a veteran figure in the writers' circle.

Ye Yu smiled: "Mr. Fan, you said so. It really brackets me. ”

"Where, where, Ye Yu, you are too modest." Fan Guoan said with a smile, "Actually, on the contrary, I said that I missed a lot, Ye Yu, you are not only a big writer and a big star!" ”

As they walked inside, the two said a few more words.

After saying hello to everyone else in the private room, Ye Yu found an empty seat and sat down.

He found that Mother Lin hadn't come yet.

This is a very large private room, antique, you can see the West Lake from the window, full of elegance.

While sipping tea, while casually chatting with some writers who either knew or knew for the first time, someone said: "How do you see the beautiful scenery of this West Lake?" ”

Ye Yu looked at the man, smiled, and said, "I just set the Hangzhou signing meeting at this time because of this West Lake lotus, what do you say, Brother Zou?" ”

The person who asked Ye Yu to speak, Ye Yu knew, was called Zou Yangqiu.

A long time ago, Chen Yanlin, that is, when Mother Lin took him to this kind of gathering for the first time, Ye Yu met.

The relationship between the two is not bad.

Even, not long ago, Zou Yangqiu also revealed to Ye Yu that he wanted to sign a contract with Yuye Company after the original contract expired.

Because Yuye Company has a good publishing channel in the UK, Ye Yu himself also has a great influence in the UK, and Zou Yangqiu's pen is relatively Westernized, which is suitable for translation into English and publication to Western countries.

"Haha, too. However, the lotus flower is not the most beautiful now. In a few days, it will look better. Zou Yangqiu said with a smile.

"It's okay, I only arrived yesterday, and I will stay in Hangzhou for a few days." Ye Yu said.

"What about Hangzhou?" A local writer in Hangzhou asked.

"In terms of scenery, nature is a paradise on earth." Ye Yu smiled, "But in terms of this weather, it's almost hot like a dog." ”

Hearing such an Internet phrase as "hot into a dog", everyone couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, the year before last, Hangzhou had a high temperature of more than 40 degrees for more than ten consecutive days, and it didn't rain, and eggs could be boiled on the road, so I didn't dare to go out at that time."

"It's hot in the summer, it's cold in the winter, and the most important thing is that there is no heating."

"A friend from the north of mine came to Hangzhou for the winter and was frozen into a dog."

"If you don't turn on the air conditioning in winter, the temperature inside and outside is the same, and even the indoor is colder than the outside."

Several writers who settled in Hangzhou talked with some emotion, and they were quite resentful of the temperature in Hangzhou.

As everyone spoke, Zou Yangqiu said with a smile: "However, seeing the beautiful scenery of the lotus flowers in this lake, do you only have such a feeling?" It seems that you, a great Chinese poet, haven't written poems for a long time? ”

He Ru, who had been by Ye Yu's side, couldn't help but smile.

Poems about lotus flowers?

Ye Yu wrote it on the way here just now, although it was just read casually.

Ye Yu smiled heartily and said, "No problem, let me think about it." ”

Suddenly, everyone else stopped chatting and turned to wait for Ye Yu's upcoming poem.

Ye Yu groaned, and was about to speak, but was interrupted: "No, no, it's not difficult." ”

Hearing this, Ye Wei and the others present were stunned for a moment, and turned to look at the speaker.

Zou Yangqiu frowned slightly.

The speaker's name is Ji Yingyan, a young writer.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ji Yingyan explained with a smile: "I remember that last year, when Ye Yu was interviewed for the first time, he said, 'I haven't been to Jiangnan, but Jiangnan is already in my head'......"

- (To be continued.) )