"Not used to it?" Wang Zhong asked with a smile.

"Sort of!" In fact, the main thing is that he was shocked by Wang Chong's age, otherwise why would it be like this.

"The conditions at home are simple, only some coarse tea, Mr. Wen don't dislike it." Wang Chong smiled and poured Wen Qinghua a cup of tea.

It was also a coincidence that Wen Qinghua came, and Wang Chong was alone at home.

"Mr. Wen has a good temperament, I don't know where to excel?"

"I don't dare to call myself a high student, now I am a lecturer at Jinling Normal School, and I was fortunate to read Mr. 's works, and I was shocked, so I took the liberty to visit ......"

"Okay, okay, you and I are both young people, so don't engage in those crepe words!"

"The visitor is a guest, and it is my honor to be valued by Mr. Wen."

Wang Chong's easy-going attitude surprised Wen Qinghua: "Mr. is humble!" ”

Wang Chongdao: "You are older than me, it is not appropriate to call Mr." ”

"There is no precedence in learning, the master is the first! Mr.'s skill in literary creation is far beyond my ability! Wen Qinghua said this sincerely.

Wen Qinghua's sudden arrival surprised Wang Chong, and the way surprised Wang Chong.

After chatting for about half an hour that day, Wen Qinghua got up to say goodbye, but since then, Wen Qinghua has often come to visit.

Every time he came back, he always brought gifts, of course, they were not valuable, and Wang Chong did not want people to return empty-handed, so he gave Wen Qinghua the first drafts of several sets of collector's editions sent to him by the publishing house.

As soon as they opened and left, the two gradually became familiar with each other and became friends who talked about everything.

Wang Chong looked young, but he had the accumulation and knowledge of three copy worlds, and he had read almost not many books from ancient and modern China and abroad, and he had walked through the three mountains and five mountains, five lakes and four seas.

The more he came into contact, the more Wen Qinghua felt that Wang Chong's profound knowledge and broad knowledge were like rivers, lakes and seas, vast and vast.

Although Wen Qinghua was curious, he never asked Wang Chong why he was so old, but he had profound knowledge far beyond this age.

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"What's wrong?" On Jiangsu Road, in a small western-style building with a rather luxurious decoration, on the dining table, a woman who looked in her thirties, with a beautiful appearance, wearing gold-wire glasses, and holding her hair, looked at Wen Qinghua in front of her, and couldn't help frowning and asked.

"Nothing, remembering a friend!" Wen Qinghua met his sister's gaze and said with a smile.

"Friends? What friends? Wen Qingxue asked.

"Uncle, what friend?" Wen Ju'an, who was sitting next to Wen Qinghua, also looked at his uncle curiously.

From before the meal to now, the uncle who was indifferent to everything in the past has been gone three or four times in a row, how could Wen Ju'an not be curious.

"A strange man, a nationally famous writer friend!"

"Is that the writer Aoyama you mentioned last time? The one who wrote "Hexi Corridor"? ”

Wang Chong's "Hexi Corridor" is inspired by a documentary he has seen in reality, combining Wang Chong's decades of life experience on the Gobi Desert in the northwest, as well as what he has seen and heard.

"It's Mr. Aoyama!"

Wen Qinghua said: "Mr. Qingshan is also a native of Nanjing, his family lives in the Drum Tower, not only knowledgeable, brilliant, even the medical skills are quite exquisite, the last time I slept accidentally fell into the pillow, the pain was not good for a few days, only to let Mr. Qingshan take a look, and he was cured directly." ”

"Oh? Are there such strange people in our Nanjing city? Although Wen Qingxue was a little surprised, she was not so shocked.

Since ancient times, there has been no shortage of strange people who are hidden in the red dust, their Wen family is a scholarly family, and the family has a history of learning, Wen Qingxue and Wen Qinghua sisters and brothers are also full of poetry and books.

"Not only that, sister, do you know how old that Mr. Aoyama is this year?" Wen Qinghua sells Guanzi.

Wen Qingxue shook her head, looked at Wen Qinghua, and asked, "How old?" ”

"Twenty-five to twenty-six."

"What?" Wen Qingxue's beautiful eyes widened, looked at Wen Qinghua, and said in disbelief: "Twenty-five to twenty-six? ”

"I remember when "Hexi Corridor" was first serialized, it seemed like a few years ago, right?"

said with a slight raising of eyebrows: "Doesn't that mean that this Mr. Aoyama was only eighteen or nineteen years old when he wrote this book?" ”

Wen Qinghua smiled and corrected: "To be precise, it should be seventeen years old!" ”

"Seventeen?"

"How can such a teenager write such excellent works?" Wen Qingxue has a family background, and her own talent and talent are also good, and now she is engaged in this work, and her ability to appreciate literary works is beyond doubt.

"When I first found out, I was shocked!" Wen Qinghua looked at her sister's reaction and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Perhaps, there is really a genius in this world!"

Wen Qingxue nodded involuntarily.

inadvertently moved his gaze to Wen Ju'an, the daughter next to Wen Qinghua, thinking of Wen Ju'an's achievements, the ghost made a comparison between Wen Ju'an and Mr. Qingshan in Wen Qinghua's mouth.

At about the same age, people have already written classic works such as the Hexi Corridor, but their daughter has not even been admitted to university.

"Uncle, did this Mr. Aoyama really write "Hexi Corridor" at the age of seventeen?" Wen Ju'an was somewhat incredulous.

A seventeen-year-old boy can write works that are liked by someone as arrogant as Wen Qingxue.

"Seventeen indeed!"

"Then this Mr. Aoyama is really amazing!"

Wen Anju didn't have any frustration, first nodded, then his eyes lit up, and he asked curiously: "Uncle, then which university did this Mr. Qingshan graduate from?" ”

"Mr. Aoyama didn't go to college!" Wen Qinghua smiled and shook his head, looked at his niece, didn't know what to think, suddenly changed his voice, and said: "Mr. Qingshan's parents left early, in the early years, they lived with a table and cousin-in-law, and later even the cousin-in-law died, Mr. Qingshan followed his cousin to take care of his cousin's five children, resigned from the factory a few years ago, opened a medical clinic by himself, and while earning money, he read and created by himself, wrote manuscripts for magazines, and helped his cousin provide for his five children to go to school. ”

"This Mr. Aoyama is really amazing!" Wen Ju'an couldn't help but nod his head and sigh.

"The edge of the sword comes from the sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!" Wen Qingxue also said with some emotion: "The hardships of life have not worn away the edges and corners of this Mr. Qingshan, but have added a lot of charm to his words!" ”

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"That's not right!" Chatting and chatting, Wen Qingxue suddenly reacted: "Qinghua, haven't you and this Mr. Qingshan known each other for a long time?" ”

Wen Qinghua said: "I have known Mr. Qingshan for almost half a year! ”

"And what are you?"

Wen Qinghua said: "That's the case, Mr. Qingshan has read a lot of martial arts from Hong Kong and Taiwan in recent years, and read a few volumes of "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" by the owner of Huanzhu Building, and came to be interested, I want to write, try to write a few martial arts stories, I am collecting some ancient books recently, as well as Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures, I think sister, you haven't collected a lot of ancient books in recent years!" I just wanted to borrow it from you! ”

"That's it?" Wen Qingxue glanced at her younger brother angrily.