For these writers and editors, Zhang Qiuxi answered as soon as he could, and bluntly said that he didn't expect that the symposium would end after several hours of enthusiasm, and the annual meeting of "Jianghu Night Talk" also officially came to an end.

"I knew that this annual meeting was not a good errand, and it was more tiring than I thought." After a good night's sleep, Zhang Qiuxi felt a little dazed, and although it was easier to sign autographs for readers on the first day, those writers and editors were much more difficult to cope with than autographs.

Canghai said: "Thanks to your speech, aren't everyone else gaining, so that our symposium is not in vain, unlike in previous years, it is just a formality, and there is no substantive content at all." ”

"I don't think my words are of much use." Zhang Qiuxi shrugged his shoulders and said: "Forget it, I can only do this, let you worry about these things in the future, I still go back to Qingxi to live my little life." ”

After speaking, he yawned and stretched his waist, as if the whole person had slackened again, Canghai hurriedly said: "Teacher Xiqiu, I haven't taken you to visit the editorial office yet." ”

"I spend all day in the editorial office, so there's nothing to visit." Zhang Qiuxi came to the editorial office of "Jianghu Night Talk" for the first time, but he was not interested in it at all, and Cheng Dù said that the office of "Solo Singer" was also the editorial department.

"Ahem, in fact, I want to say that as the top writer of our magazine, it is such a grand day as the thirtieth anniversary, what should you leave behind, Mr. Xiqiu." Canghai had no choice but to hint.

"Don't ask me to write an inscription, I don't know how to write calligraphy. And can you change the adjective, the top brand or something makes it feel like it's not in the editorial department, it's as awkward as if you've entered the Qinglou. Zhang Qiu spread her hands, in her previous life, she had reached the point where she forgot to write with a pen, and now because there are more handwritten manuscripts, although she has made up a lot, but it is a fountain pen word, and she can't even take a brush.

"If you don't associate randomly, it won't be awkward." Canghai said helplessly: "The inscription can be without, but our magazine will send out a commemorative issue next week, you can't be absent, right?" ”

Zhang Qiuxi finally reacted and said, "Do you mean to let me serialize a new book and congratulate the magazine in this way?" ”

Canghai nodded vigorously, and Zhang Qiuxi continued: "It stands to reason that this should indeed be the case, but creation needs to be precipitated...... Hey, I'm not done yet, don't put on an expression like you want to hit the wall, okay? ”

"Teacher Xiqiu, I really want to hit the wall now, and now who doesn't know that as soon as you say that, you actually want to do other things."

"Well, it looks like I'll have to say something different." Zhang Qiu rubbed his forehead helplessly.

At this time, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and someone stood at the door and said in a very fast tone: "Heavy news, some media have issued an obituary, Mr. Hua Yongsheng has passed away." ”

Zhang Qiuxi and Canghai were stunned for a moment when they heard this, and Canghai said, "Hua Yongsheng died? Didn't he just give our magazine an inscription to congratulate him a few days ago, why did he suddenly pass away? ”

"It's fake news again, Hua Yongsheng doesn't know how many times he has been passed away since he closed his pen." Zhang Qiuxi subconsciously didn't believe it, Hua Yongsheng was interviewed by the media before, and when he expressed his views on her, he seemed to be very energetic.

"This time it's true, the obituary was sent by Hua Yongsheng's relatives in person, and the outside world has long been in chaos."

The death of Wu Lin Taidou Hua Yongsheng is not a trivial matter, as soon as the news comes out, it has occupied all the media and networks, and even CCTV's news broadcast took several minutes to report, this time it is certain that it is not dead.

"It's really impermanent." Zhang Qiuxi sighed, originally thinking that he would have the opportunity to see Hua Yongsheng with his own eyes, but he didn't expect that this idea would be completely shattered in a short period of time.

"That's what you're trying to say?" Canghai felt that Zhang Qiuxi's reaction was a bit flat, at least it should be to write an article or something to commemorate and remember.

Zhang Qiuxi said: "Otherwise, what do you want me to cry about?" I admire Hua Yongsheng very much, but he is not his family, and he has no friendship, in fact, even if he has a friendship, he doesn't have to be too sad, Hua Yongsheng is over ninety years old, and his children and grandchildren are full of children and grandchildren and died without illness, happy and mournful. ”

"Sounds like you should celebrate?" Zhang Qiuxi actually has a point, but people who have been in contact with Zhang Qiuxi for a long time will always involuntarily want to raise the bar with her, and Canghai is not an exception.

"On our side, funerals are meant to be celebrated." Zhang Qiuxi spread his hands.

Canghai said: "Actually, it's the same everywhere, but Hua Yongsheng is still a regrettable thing after all, I still think you should commemorate it, like me can only go to the clockwork Weibo." ”

This time Canghai is not wrong, Hua Yongsheng is indeed worthy of everyone's remembrance, originally serialized the new book as a congratulatory gift for the 30th anniversary of the establishment of "Jianghu Night Talk" magazine, Zhang Qiuxi still wanted to prevaricate the past, but now he heard such shocking news, he really can't watch from the wall.

First of all, he does admire Hua Yongsheng, a senior, and Hua Yongsheng, as a senior, also praises her without words, even if he doesn't talk about these factors, it is enough to rely on the reason that the two of them belong to the same field, not to mention that the two of them are the alliance leader and the other are upstarts, and the relationship is a bit like Jin Yong and Gu Long in the original time and space.

"Brother Hai, the thirtieth anniversary of your magazine coincides with a major event that can shake the entire martial arts world, so it must be very busy, right? Then I won't bother, I have to catch a plane. After thinking about it carefully, Zhang Qiuxi decided to go back first, now is obviously not a good time to think about things.

"I'll send you." Canghai nodded, and said, "Teacher Xiqiu, you should think about what I just said. ”

"Aren't you worried about my manuscript, An, I've got a plan, and I won't let you down." Zhang Qiuxi already had a general idea in his heart, but he had to wait until he returned to Qingxi to think about it.

The editorial department was already very busy because of the 30th anniversary, and the news of Hua Yongsheng's death made them even more busy.

The mourning of mourning, the remembrance of remembrance, and the irrelevant have begun all kinds of commemorative activities, and obituaries have been issued everywhere, although it is not surprising that Hua Yongsheng's influence caused such a sensation, but Zhang Qiuxi felt that this kind of hustle and bustle was probably not what Hua Yongsheng himself wanted. R1152