When Su Wen and his party arrived at Wanhualou, it was already after half past six in the afternoon.

Night has fallen.

The night scene of Guangdong City is brilliant and bright, the periphery of Wanhualou is decorated quite antique, red and yellow, and the decoration based on wood looks elegant and atmospheric.

It is said that there are many literati and gentlemen who come here to eat and dine, and it is said that the refreshments of this restaurant are good, and it is a good place for leisure.

went up to the second floor and walked through a long corridor, and the group came to the box and saw the big man Yu Cheng said.

There were three people in the box, all men, one was a little older, sixty or seventy years old; The other two were probably forty or fifty years old.

All three of them are polite and very gentle.

Yu Cheng walked in front of him, followed by Su Wen's three students.

As soon as they came in, the eyes of the three people inside shot at them, and they were intimidated by the momentum of the three people, Lin Yutong and Gao Jian, who had not seen much of the world, were slightly embarrassed, their faces were red, and they were uneasy; Su Wen looked at the appearance of the three people in the room curiously, slightly strange.

He didn't know these three people, but they should be the big people Yu Cheng said in his mouth, look at Yu Cheng, he can still remain calm in the face of the other two younger people, and when he saw the oldest old man sitting in the middle, he looked excited, and his eyes were full of reverence.

Yu Cheng knew two people inside, one was Li Daoming, vice president of their Municipal Writers Association, and the other was Xiao Kewen, president of the Provincial Writers Association and dean of the Provincial Academy of Literature, and as for the other middle-aged man, he didn't recognize it.

As soon as Li Daoming saw a few people coming in, he stood up to greet them, and when he came up, he introduced them to the two "big shots" next to him.

At this time, Yu Cheng knew that the middle-aged man was Yan Youyu, the director of the Novel Creation and Criticism Department of the Provincial Academy of Literature.

Hearing the identities of the three people, even Su Wen was surprised, but he didn't expect the chairman of a provincial writers' association to invite them to dinner.

Lin Yutong and Gao Jian were even more worried, tied their hands and feet, and sat down nervously under Li Daoming's greeting, only to feel that their heads were dizzy and blank.

The old man in front of him is Xiao Kewen, who is full of peach and plums!

The president of the Guangdong Provincial Writers Association, the dean of the Provincial Academy of Literature, and many literati have to call him a teacher, not to mention those students who have just embarked on the road of literary creation.

In addition to being excited, Lin Yutong and Gao Jian turned their heads slightly to look at Su Wen, they knew what was going on - if it was only with them, the old dean Xiao would not bother to meet them, and they summoned Su Wen, the first place in the semi-finals!

They just relied on Su Wen's blessing to see President Xiao.

Thinking of this, the two were envious and red-eyed.

Su Wen is going to enter the rhythm of the eyes of the big man, if he is not impressed, how could Xiao Kewen ask Li Daoming to be the middleman and meet Su Wen in person?

It is said that the four people who came were in public, and even Yu Cheng was not qualified to be favored by Xiao Kewen, and he also relied on the blessing of Su Wen, a student, to eat at the same table with the elder he respected.

"Xiao ...... Dean, I didn't expect you to be here! Yu Cheng's face was full of excitement, and his words were a little unpleasant.

"Xiao Yu knows me?" Xiao Kewen's face was full of curiosity, and his question was still tolerant and kind.

Yu Cheng said embarrassedly: "I graduated from the Provincial Academy of Literature, studying in the Department of Prose Creation and Criticism, and at that time Mr. Xiao was already the dean. ”

"Then you're my student." When Xiao Kewen heard how the students came out of the academy, he suddenly became more kind, looked at Su Wen, and then at Yu Cheng, and smiled, "Xiao Yu is worthy of being a high-achieving student in our school who has gone out, cultivating these outstanding talents, and contributing infinite strength to the growth of our province's literary circle." Just look at the three young talents around you and you know that you are doing a good job as a teacher. Listen to Xiao Li, all three of them have entered the ranks of the national finals? You are a famous teacher and a high apprentice! ”

Yu Cheng didn't expect Xiao Kewen to praise him, his heart was full of joy when he heard it, and he said humbly and humbly, but the corner of his eye looked at Su Wen, with a proud face.

He knew that it was Su Wen who earned him face today!

Of the three students here, only Su Wen was taught by him, and the other two were from other classes, and they were the legendary "children of other people's families".

However, among the three of them, Su Wen is the best, and the president of the provincial association invited them to dinner, to put it bluntly, because Su Wen won the first place in the semi-finals, and people are just giving Su Wen face, otherwise they don't even have the opportunity to know others, let alone sit and eat together.

Looking at Su Wen again, in fact, he is not interested in what is the president of the association, he cares more about Li Daoming, a well-known predecessor, so he is looking at Li Daoming more.

As he imagined, Li Daoming looked gentle and gentle. From Fang Chengshi's mouth, I learned that Li Daoming, a senior, had defended him twice, one was when he passed the poems of the preliminary competition, he thought that Yu Cheng's preface was brushed with Wen Tianxiang, but he was afraid that it would cause controversy.

The second time is the poem "Mistake", he thinks that with Su Wen's age and experience, he can't take it out, otherwise there will be criticism, so he suggested that Fang Chengshi take down this manuscript and prevent it from being published in the "Yuezhou Evening News" early.

Although Su Wen didn't care much about these things, and he wasn't afraid of others, Li Daoming's care and love for him without seeing him once still moved him a lot.

In his opinion, this is the demeanor of the elderly, promoting the juniors, caring for the juniors, and the real seniors, compared with the kind of people who often suppress the juniors and do not give the juniors a head, it is really much better.

Su Wen was already thinking about waiting for a while to give the other party a glass of wine to show his respect.

However, when Su Wen looked at Li Daoming, he always found that another middle-aged man was also looking at him frequently, and his eyes were very strange, fiery, eager, and eager!

He is Yan Youyu, the director of the Novel Creation and Criticism Department of the Provincial Academy of Literature. His gaze made Su Wen very uncomfortable, and he guessed very unkindly that this guy would not be a ji.

When the two met their eyes, Su Wen nodded to Director Yan, and Yan Youyu smiled slightly, as if he was very satisfied, which made Su Wen even more afraid.

"Su Wen, come over here." Just when Su Wen was worried, Xiao Kewen suddenly beckoned to him and motioned for him to come over.

Su Wen was very surprised, but when the elder summoned him, he couldn't refuse, so he could only get up and come to Xiao Kewen's side.

"Bring it!" Xiao Kewen stretched out his hand to Su Wen solemnly, his face was very strange, both smiling and resentful.

"What?" Su Wen was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Kewen shook his head and smiled, pointing at Su Wen: "You, are you still pretending to be crazy and stupid with me?" I want the poem "One Generation". You didn't turn it in, did you? ”

Su Wen finally remembered, at that time, he was "seriously" adapting the article in the examination room, only to know that there were two people standing beside him for a while, but he didn't pay attention to what they looked like, now that he thinks about it carefully, isn't it Xiao Kewen and Li Daoming!

They read the article he wrote on the spot, and they also picked up "Generation" and read it for a while, it was not enough for Su Wen to be strange now, what did the other party want "Generation" to do?

Xiao Kewen wanted to say something, but Yan Youyu said first: "Dean Xiao, you want "Generation", you just want to publish it in the next issue of "Chinese Literature" weekly. It's all a small thing, let's do the big thing first! ”

Event? What's the big deal?

Su Wen and the others were confused.

Yan Youyu turned around, grabbed Su Wen's hands suddenly, held them tightly, and said excitedly and emotionally: "Su Wen, you are a fresh graduate of the third year of high school, after the college entrance examination, the Novel Department of our Provincial College of Literature wants to invite you to study, what do you think?" ”