Putting aside Zhang Bo's side and Mantianyun, in a blink of an eye, half a month passed, Zhang Bo continued to cultivate his body, Mantianyun opened as usual, and the clinic continued to operate. The fire burned down Wang Yun's home, and the police investigated many times, all of which ended in defeat.

It was a quiet May in Xikelai, and the president of a publishing house in the provincial capital hosted a banquet for Miao Qing in Room 106 of Xikelai. He came here last night, and as soon as they met, they talked about Zhang Bo's works, which means to use the Internet to publicize and publish them by the publishing house.

"Miao Lao, the ancient city is too small, so I can only invite you to eat here. "Xiao Yu is very polite, the kind of hair with high mane, eyeshadow fluttering, red lips are gorgeous, fragrant like acacia flowers, bright like orchids, and noble like peony flowers. In order to show that she has status and worth, a goose-yellow shawl, women's boots and shoes, very stylish, and very mature and old, indicating that she is only in her thirties.

"You're welcome, you're the main guest, at the door of the house." Miao Qing said with a smile, although he was old, he wore a casual suit with an orchid.

"Drink something? Miao Lao. "Xiao Yu's figure of 1.7 meters is very good-looking.

"No wine is not a feast, drink some red wine." Miao Qing is very refreshing and neat, the kind of old man's steadiness and the temperament cultivated in his youth, in his speech and demeanor, he is always revealed, his white hair is like silver, and his eyes are as bright as young people.

The waiter raised her hand to the waiter and sent a message, which others did not understand.

Miao Qing noticed this girl, she looked a bit like Miao'er, she didn't talk to her, of course, she was definitely not Miao'er.

The dish is light and delicate, yellow flower in March, Yunling steamed chicken, coiling dragon into the sea, phoenix wings four dishes.

"Miao Lao, I wish you good health." Xiao Yu is very polite. It's also respect. She picked up her cup and raised it gracefully.

"Mutual friend, you, youth forever!" Miao Qing smiled and picked up the cup.

This old and young man touched it, gently, very elegantly. Each took a sip.

"It tastes good, like the beginning of a book." Miao Qing smacked her lips and complimented.

"It's better to say that it's like the novel written by Zhang Bo, starting with the grass that Lu Xun said." Xiao Waner smiled, very coquettish.

When the girl like Miao Er gave Miao Qing cloth vegetables first, and then Xiao Liang cloth vegetables, Xiao Yu made a gesture to decline, meaning that I am young.

"This novel is going fast on the Internet, thousands of miles a day. Traveled all over the world, north and south of the river. Miao Qing said: "Of course, Zhang Bo wants to read it for free." ”

"I know this, his writing style is unique, the style is unique, and he has opened up a new way of thinking, a new school of writing, which is in today's rise of online novels. It should belong to the classics. There are almost no works of its kind. Xiao Yu tasted the yellow flower March.

"The style of a literary lover." Miao Qing said pertinently, she took a sip of red wine.

"We talked about it last night. Some places are too sharp, too leading, and potentially life-threatening for him. Some chapters are written in a reportage style, revealing some of the doubts in the case and boldly pointing out where the outcome is. Just like the death of the mentally handicapped child, there must be something wrong with him. "There is something in Xiao Yu's words. I said that last night.

"That's his unfairness to that case. In the shouting, in the hint, the technique of strengthening the connection between cause and effect, that is, foreshadowing, but this foreshadowing has become a sword. He became a swordsman. Miao Qing said analytically.

"Such a classic work, cut constantly, is not messy, so there will be trouble. It's too similar to write. Xiao Yu also took a sip of red wine. Looking at the red cup, he said, "You must ask for blood like red wine, which is intoxicating and bloody." ”

"It's the guts, or axes, of the article, you know." Miao Qing smiled at Xiao Yu. Say.

"There are many problems raised in the novel, the free sale of land in disguise, the poor supervision of land, some people make money from it, and the mines do not apply for licenses, all of which are disguised affiliations, one mine, more than a dozen affiliations, which means trampling on the law. Some people are embezzling, some people are taking bribes. Of course, the website will state that it only represents the author's own views and only makes the work available to the reader. Xiao Yu said the actual situation, which was very pertinent.

That proves that this book has a sense of the times and has the value of the times. In fact, for literary creation, we can't be afraid of wolves and tigers, don't tell the truth, play side balls, and cater to some vulgar readers, such works have no vitality. "Miao Qing tastes Yunling steamed chicken. The girl like Miao Er cut her into small pieces.

"Miao Lao is really insightful, we seem to have talked about this issue." Xiao Yu smiled and said, "Actually, there's nothing wrong with talking about it one more time." ”

Then again, the author is positive, upward-looking, bright, socially responsible, and spiritually beautiful. I don't know if you saw a verse? Miao Qing said. Ask.

"Miao Lao, please advise." Xiao Yu said modestly.

"He said through the mouth of the first protagonist, I hope there is really a Pangu God." Miao Qing said that their memory is amazing.

"It can split the chaotic world, sacrifice yourself, let the heavy and turbid things not fall, and let the yang and love things rise." Xiao Yu also remembered this section. Agile thinking.

"He said, 'I want to hold heaven in my hands, and put my feet on the ground.'" Miao Qing began to be emotionally engaged, artist.

"I remember Miao Lao. I wish my voice would become thunder, my exhaled breath would become wind, my left eye would become the sun, my right eye would become the moon, and my body and limbs would become the four poles and the five mountains. Xiao Yu stood up and slowly recited in a transcribing voice, tactfully, more emotionally.

"Turn blood into rivers, lakes and seas, muscles into roads, muscles into grain fields, hair and hair into countless stars, into flowers and plants. Teeth and bones have turned into metal of light, into pearls and jade, allowing humans to parasitize on my body, and sweat into rain and dew, fully nourishing all things. Miao Qing put down the chopsticks, leaned on her back, and was able to recite touching chapters, and her intentions were profound.

"I close my eyes and give the creature a chance to rest, that is the night, I open my eyes and give all things growth, that is the wind and the sun, the wind and the rain are smooth." Xiao Yu is reciting, standard Mandarin, devil-like figure, noble and elegant temperament, like a big singer.

"What does that cloud mean?" Miao Qing asked Xiao Yu excitedly,

"I will condense the essence and turn it into a cloud, and I will become the food of water." Xiao Yu only needs to read the manuscript, and for the important parts of the chapter, he can remember the new.

"The stronger the sentiment is written, the more it looks like a mirror, he adds this to the protagonist's body, the more it seems, the more dissatisfied he is with some ugly phenomena in society, dissatisfied with the corrupt officials, dissatisfied with the stinking bosses, offended the garbage on the underworld, how can he move without the power of Pangu." Miao Qing said with emotion.

"This long article is like a bow, an arrow on the string, and it has to be sent. Must be sent. Xiao Yujian walked away from faith.

"The foundation of Chinese culture is also good." Miao Qing proposed the same thing again.

"When it comes to Chinese culture, the sheep is also subtle and subtle to the donkey. What do they want to resist, and what they say in a humanized way, this way of ridiculing and scolding is unique. Xiao Yu said admiringly, the more he talked, the more excited he became.

"This fable, free play, sublimated to a high level, a very simple thing, as soon as he comes out of his pen, it is full of fun and icing on the cake." Xiao Yu returned to calm from his excitement. From the rushing of the sea, it becomes a calm lake.

"Brother Yang, are you still there?" Miao Qing drank a little red wine and smiled dumbly.

"Brother Donkey, why is your face so strong." Xiao Li was no longer reserved, and giggled Da Lang.

"I'm the second ××." Miao Qing said, tasting wine.

"Come on, Ouyang Xiu." Xiao Yu sandwiched a piece of chicken.

"I don't know you." Miao Qingle said.

"You're not ashamed." Xiao Yu raised his glass and drank it all with Miao Qing.

"The time of the leap month is also well written, in the soft wheat waves, the acacia flower is the special time, the silver sickle is the specific person, thunder and rain, lightning, all kneaded into the fragrance of birds and flowers, is an alternative way of writing, that kind of formula is not. Paradoxical, that is, east and west, south to north, romantic, like sleepwalking to write out, intoxicating. Love, scenery, people, too. Xiao Yu said analytically.

"Zhang Bo really deserves to be my brother." Miao Qing praised, very proud.

"Eat!" Miao and Xiao Yu said a word together and began to eat. They all looked at each other and smiled.

To be continued. (To be continued......)