Yue Yingru stood up directly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The boss and the other two tables of customers were also frightened by her surprise, and they all cast their eyes on her...

"Please, don't be so nervous, okay..."

Zheng Long said calmly:

"I say this with a basis!"

Yue Yingru sat down at this time, tried her best to calm her emotions, and said:

"What basis do you have, you say come and listen."

Zheng Long said:

"First of all, this Mr. Zhang Xue's work, I believe you probably haven't seen it, but I have seen it. His novels, I don't think they're of the highest quality, they're just lucky... Although it is suspected that the literati are contemptuous of saying this, I still have to say this..."

Yue Ying asked with a black line on his face:

"Why..."

"Because that's the truth..."

This answer is really speechless... Unable to refute...

"He is also good at piecing together those suspense elements, but in fact, they are all stalks that have been used in Japanese, European and American suspense and detective novels, and there is nothing new. But previous Chinese readers have not read real mystery novels, or their choices are very small, which will lead to such a situation. ”

"You mean, Zhang Xue's work is a short general?"

"You're so right!"

Yue Yingru didn't know what to say, so she had to pick up the orange juice and drink it awkwardly...

And there's a more important factor, which I've already talked about, which is the rise of national writing. I think it won't take a year or two for this trend to sweep across the land of China, and then the so-called 'genre' writers like Zhang Xue will be obsessed with everyone because they don't have outstanding writing ability and their writing is not recognizable. ”

Yue Yingru thought hard about Zheng Long's words, although she understood, she still couldn't believe Zheng Long's assertion.

"I know you don't believe what I'm saying now, but a year from now, you'll definitely think I'm a prophet..."

"Well, Great Prophet, I hope I will be able to make another appointment with you in a year's time..."

Yue Yingru drank orange juice, looked at the time, and felt that it was almost over, and she had to rush back to Xiamen City in the evening to sort out the manuscript, and prepare to work hard tomorrow to write out this in-depth report and hand it over to the editor-in-chief Sima for review.

She could even imagine the admiring eyes of the editor-in-chief Sima, after all, such a gimmick article is very good at mobilizing the sales of the newspaper.

Although the people of Wanwan have little interest in the actual things outside the island at all, it just so happens that Zheng Long's recent fire in the Wanwan Book Market has given Banana Daily the opportunity to make an article.

Yue Yingru drank the orange juice in one go, looked at the sky outside, and before she knew it, the two of them had been talking for an afternoon, and the sky was already golden, and the chestnut-like sunset shone into the café, dazzling her eyes a little painful.

That's all for today's interview! Thank you so much! I really didn't expect that there would be such an outstanding teenager as you in Huaxia! ”

Zheng Long just smiled and said:

"Reporter Yue, do you know an allusion called 'well-dressed people, all in the Central Plains'?"

Yue Yingru didn't expect Zheng Long to say this, a little surprised:

"I don't know... Although I studied Chinese in college, my knowledge of ancient Chinese is average..."

Zheng Long explained:

"Since the rebellion of the Eight Kings in the Western Jin Dynasty, its government has declined, the Central Plains is not guaranteed, and the people of Jiangbei are often regarded as Rong Di. However, Chen Qingzhi has been in Luoyang since he went to Luoyang, but he knows that this is a big fallacy. Qingzhi from Wei back, especially heavy northerners, Zhu strange and asked, Qingzhi said: I thought that the north of the river is the hometown of Rongdi, than to Luoyang, but to know that the well-dressed people are all in the Central Plains, not within the reach of Jiangdong, but lightly. ”

Zheng Long spoke in classical Chinese throughout the whole process, because this allusion was used by him in his advertising copywriting in his previous life, so he was very impressed, so he memorized it.

I didn't expect it to be able to use it today.

Yue Yingru said embarrassedly:

"Could you please explain... It's a shame for me to say that, but... I don't know much..."

Zheng Long smiled lightly:

"Aren't you crooked people always emphasizing that you are the orthodox Chinese people, and that you are at the forefront of the protection of Chinese traditions? In fact, just like you, the people of the Southern Dynasties during the Northern and Southern Dynasties also thought so, they felt that the Northern Dynasties that had been Hu were no longer Huaxia, and the real Chinese orthodoxy was in the Southern Dynasties. As everyone knows, they don't know that culture is always new, and partiality can never replace orthodoxy, and the orthodoxy of China is still the mainland of China, still in the Central Plains. The so-called well-dressed characters are all in the Central Plains, which is what it means. ”

After listening to Zheng Long's explanation, Yue Yingru's face was blue and white for a while, and she didn't know what to say.

To be honest, before coming here, she did despise everything in the Huaxia Continent a little, thinking that everything here was not as good as Wanwan. But after coming here, although it is still not as good as Wanwan in many places, in many aspects, especially Zheng Long's many insights, makes her feel that the teenagers here are indeed extraordinary.

A teenager like this who can say "well-dressed people, all in the Central Plains" is impossible to have in the bend.

The courage and spirit shown in this sentence are not at all what a small island can carry.

It must be carried in a deep land where disasters are great, but people can come out in large numbers, and heroes will come and go.

In this land, there have been countless wars and wars, and countless romantic characters have been scattered, and now all that is left is a vast and silent land.

Yue Ying was so stupid that she didn't even know how to answer.

Zheng Long said:

"You don't need to answer, I know what's going on in your mind, and I know what you're going to write when you go back. I only hope that you can objectively report everything about me and everything around me, and I don't want you to report me like a golden phoenix flying out of a mountain village. All that I have is rooted in this land, and without the nourishment of this land, I would not have been able to write decent words at all. Oh yes, if you can, I hope you can help our school put up an advertisement and give our old class a face..."

"Oh... Good... I... Certain... Do your best..."

Yue Yingru was a little in a trance by Zheng Long's cannon-like speech, and she didn't know what to say, so she had to answer hesitantly, and then said goodbye to Zheng Long and turned around to stop the taxi.

Although her heart is turbulent, there are both incomprehension, doubts and curiosity about this young man, but more admiration.

And Zheng Long also got up, checked out, and left the café.

Outside the window, the setting sun has already stained the sky red like blood.

Zheng Long knew that he had finally succeeded in pretending to be forced once, and he had truly achieved deep merit and fame.