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At thirty o'clock, Chen Beiming walked towards West Lake Park with his bag on his back.

The place where he lives is about two kilometers away from West Lake Park, and it will be there quickly by bus, but Chen Beiming plans to walk, one is to exercise his right leg - the doctor said that he should strengthen the exercise now, but not too much; Second, he wants to feel this era and this country, although his mind is full of memories, but the memories are still different from what he really saw and heard, not to mention that the former Chen Beiming was actually an otaku and didn't know much about the outside world.

At 2:30, he came to West Lake Park on time, and then found the place Li Qiulin said according to the map.

It was a teahouse, but at the moment, the door of the teahouse was closed.

"It can't be a mistake, right?" Chen Beiming was a little unsure.

looked left and right, and found that there were two men and a woman standing nearby, so he walked over and asked, "Hello, excuse me, may I ask if Mr. Ma Youwei's writing salon was held in this teahouse at three o'clock this afternoon?" ”

The three people looked Chen Beiming up and down, and the woman among them nodded: "Yes, you are also here to participate in Teacher Ma's writing salon?" ”

"Hmm." Chen Beiming nodded.

As soon as they heard that Chen Beiming was also engaged in writing, the two men immediately became interested. The two of them introduced themselves first: "The three of us are here to participate in Mr. Ma's writing salon, my name is Li He, his name is Wang Qing, her name is Xia Qin, there is no special pen name, what do you call it?" ”

"My name is Chen Beiming, and my pen name is Xiaoshan. Nice to meet you guys. Chen Beiming hurriedly shook hands with the three people.

Chen Beiming decided to use Xiaoshan as his pen name in the future. Because this name is his nickname on Earth, and at the same time the nickname of the guy who died, it makes a lot of sense.

Both men looked to be close to thirty years old, and the woman was younger, but also twenty-five or sixteen years old.

In comparison, Chen Beiming is much younger, he is only a little over twenty years old now, and he is also white and pure, looking only about eighteen years old.

"It's the first time Xiaoshan has come to Mr. Ma's salon, right?" The girl named Xia Qin took the initiative to chat with Chen Beiming: "I don't seem to have seen you before. ”

"Yes. Teacher Li Yulin introduced me. Chen Beiming nodded.

"Oh...... So what kind of novel do you write? You look like you're supposed to be a martial artist, right? It's the same as Li Yulin. Wang Qing asked lightly.

Among the three, Li He is outgoing and cheerful, Wang Qing is cold and lonely, and Xia Qin is lively and enthusiastic.

Hearing the other party's inquiry, Chen Beiming replied with a smile: "I mainly write military novels. ”

"Military novels?" Xia Qin was very surprised: "Have you ever been a soldier?" If you haven't been a soldier, you can't write a military novel? ”

Wang Qing glanced at Xia Qin: "What kind of eyes do you have...... Look at the small hill of the people, he is only eighteen years old, how can he be a soldier with such fine skin and tender meat? ”

"Oh!" Xia Qin was stunned, and then glanced up and down at Chen Beiming: "It's really true." ”

Chen Beiming wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't interject, so he just thought about it.

Chen Beiming is indeed a bit eccentric, although he has been a soldier for more than two years, he is not tanned and shiny like other soldiers, and he has always been fine-skinned and tender.

After his soul crossed over, this phenomenon became more and more serious, so at this moment, he didn't look like a soldier at all from the skin, of course, judging from his temperament and every word and deed, as long as he had been a soldier, he could feel that familiar taste at once.

Xia Qin seemed to feel that Chen Beiming was a little embarrassed, and took the initiative to resolve it: "You have come to the right place to write military novels, Mr. Ma's favorite is military novels, you may not know that he is also a soldier." ”

"Really?" Chen Beiming's eyes lit up.

If Ma Youwei is really a soldier, then the novel "Bright Sword" is more likely to impress him.

The more soldiers are, the more they will like the smell of "Bright Sword"!

But Wang Qing gave Chen Beiming a scoop of cold water: "Xiaoshan, don't listen to Xiao Qin, I think you should be careful, if you are not good, you will be scolded by Teacher Ma for a bloody head, I even suggest that you don't take out your military novel to him today?" ”

Why?

Li He and Xiao Qin were very strange.

"Mr. Ma is a soldier, this is true, Mr. Ma likes military novels very much, which is also true, but it is precisely because of this that Mr. Ma's requirements for military novels are more demanding, you think about it, for so many years, Mr. Ma has reviewed military novels, even if not a hundred, there are fifty or sixty, right, has he ever seen one?"

Xiao Qin and Li He shook their heads together.

"Therefore, Mr. Ma's requirements for military novels are not ordinarily high." Wang Qing smiled faintly, and then looked at Chen Beiming: "So Xiaoshan, I advise you not to take out your work for a while, today is your first appearance in front of Teacher Ma, and the first impression is very important." ”

Xiao Qin asked more: "Xiaoshan, what are the works you brought today?" ”

"Part 1." Chen Beiming replied.

Part 1?

All three were taken aback.

After a moment, Wang Qing's face became serious: "Xiaoshan, then you have to listen to me, you can't take it out for a while, do you hear?" ”

"Yes, you must not take it out, otherwise Mr. Ma's first impression of you will be quite bad, so you will ..... in the future But it's troublesome. Li He also solemnly advised.

Xiao Qin was a little unbearable, but in the end he had to nod: "Xiaoshan, listen to everyone, really, this will only be good for you." We used to have a friend, she just insisted on giving the so-called military novels she wrote to Mr. Ma for comments, but she didn't think that in the end, she couldn't get a foothold in this circle. ”

Everyone was chattering, and not far away, five people were talking and laughing.

"Yo, Wang Qing, why are you so early?" The man at the head greeted him with a smile from afar.

Everyone immediately exchanged pleasantries again.

Finally, the man named Yang Ping looked at Chen Beiming, then turned his head and asked Wang Qing, "This is the friend you brought?" ”

"Nope." Wang Qing shook his head: "We also met just now, but he also came to participate in Mr. Ma's writing salon, oh, by the way, his name is Chen Beiming, pen name Xiaoshan." ”

"Hello Xiaoshan." Yang Ping generously stretched out his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Yang." Chen Beiming also hurriedly stretched out his hand.

After that, Yang Ping introduced the people behind him to Chen Beiming one by one.

After a few pleasantries, Yang Ping asked: "You guys were chatting very lively just now, what are you talking about, is there any new work?" If you have one, take it out and show it to us. ”

Listening to Yang Ping's question, Wang Qing shook his head: "Where do we have any new works, if there are new works, we would have gone to participate in the "October" essay contest a long time ago!" ”

"And what are you doing?" Yang Ping asked strangely.

"It's nothing, we told Xiaoshan not to show his work to Mr. Ma for comments." Wang Qing replied.