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

"A bit!" Actually, he was mainly shocked by Wang Zhong's age, otherwise why would he be like this.

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

It was a coincidence that Wen Qinghua came because Wang Zhong was the only one at home.

"Mr. Wen has a good temperament, but I don't know where he can get a job?"

"I don't dare to claim a high position, but I am currently working as a lecturer at Jinling Normal University. I had the honor to read Mr.'s works and was amazed by them, so I took the liberty to come and visit..."

"Okay, okay, you and I are both young people, so don't talk in such a formal way!"

"I am a guest here. It is my honor to have these few humble works valued by Teacher Wen."

Wang Zhong's easygoingness surprised Wen Qinghua, "Sir, you are so humble!"

Wang Zhong said, "You are older than me, so it is not appropriate to call me sir!"

"There is no priority in learning, and those who have mastered it come first! Your skills in literary creation are far beyond what I can match!" Wen Qinghua said this sincerely.

Wen Qinghua's sudden arrival surprised Wang Zhong, and the way he arrived was even more surprising.

After chatting for about half an hour that day, Wen Qinghua stood up and left. But from then on, Wen Qinghua came to visit frequently.

Every time he came back, he always brought gifts, of course nothing expensive. Wang Zhong didn't want anyone to leave empty-handed, so he gave Wen Qinghua several sets of first drafts of collector's editions sent to him by the publishing house.

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

Wang Zhong looks young, but he has accumulated knowledge and experience in three copies of the world. He has read almost a few books on ancient and modern times, Chinese and foreign countries, and has traveled through three mountains, five mountains, five lakes and four seas.

The more he came into contact with him, the more Wen Qinghua felt that Wang Zhong's profound knowledge and vast knowledge were as vast as rivers and lakes.

Although Wen Qinghua was curious, he never asked Wang Zhong why he was so young but had profound knowledge far beyond his age.

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"What's wrong?" On Jiangsu Road, in a luxuriously decorated small western-style building, at the dining table, a woman in her thirties, with stunning appearance, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and her hair pulled back looked at the tattoo in front of her.

Qinghua couldn't help but frown and asked.

"Nothing, just thinking of a friend!" Wen Qinghua met her sister's gaze and said with a smile.

"Friends? What friends?" Wen Qingxue asked.

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

From before the meal to now, my uncle, who usually took everything indifferently, had wandered off three or four times in a row. How could Wen Ju'an not be curious.

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

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

Wang Zhong's "Hexi Corridor" was inspired by a documentary he watched in real life. It is a book composed of Wang Zhong's decades of life experience in the northwest Gobi Desert and what he saw and heard.

It is composed of short stories, involving many areas in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, and the humanistic features, food and specialties displayed in it are fascinating.

"That's Mr. Qingshan!"

Wen Qinghua said, "Mr. Qingshan is also from Nanjing. He lives near the Drum Tower. He is not only knowledgeable and talented in literature, but also has superb medical skills. Last time I fell asleep and the pain lasted for several days and it didn't heal.

I asked Mr. Qingshan to take a look, and he was cured immediately."

"Oh? There is such a strange person in our city of Nanjing?" Although Wen Qingxue was a little surprised, she was not shocked at all.

Since ancient times, there has been no shortage of strange people who are hidden in the chaos of the world. The Wen family is a scholarly family with a well-established family background. Both siblings, Wen Qingxue and Wen Qinghua, are well-read in poetry and books.

"Not only that, sister, do you know how old Mr. Qingshan is this year?" Wen Qinghua asked.

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

"Twenty-five looks forward to twenty-six."

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

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

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows slightly, "Doesn't that mean that Mr. Qingshan was only ten years old when he wrote this book?"

Wen Qinghua smiled and corrected, "To be precise, he should be seventeen years old!"

"Seventeen?"

"How could such a young man write such an excellent work?" Wen Qingxue has a good family background and good talents. Now that he is engaged in this field, his ability to appreciate literary works is unquestionable.

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"When I first found out, I was shocked too!" Wen Qinghua couldn't help but sigh with emotion when he saw his sister's reaction.

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

Wen Qingxue nodded involuntarily.

His eyes inadvertently moved to Wen Ju'an, the daughter next to Wen Qinghua. Thinking of Wen Ju'an's achievements, he accidentally compared Wen Ju'an with Mr. Qingshan in Wen Qinghua's mouth.

At about the same age, he had already written classic works such as Hexi Corridor, but his daughter had not even been admitted to college.

"Uncle, did Mr. Qingshan really write "Hexi Corridor" at the age of seventeen?" Wen Ju'an couldn't believe it.

A seventeen-year-old boy can write a work that would be liked by someone as proud as Wen Qingxue.

"Seventeen years old indeed!"

"Then Mr. Qingshan is really awesome!"

Wen Anju didn't feel any sense of frustration. He nodded first, then his eyes lit up and he asked curiously, "Uncle, which university did Mr. Qingshan graduate from?"

"Mr. Qingshan didn't go to college!" Wen Qinghua smiled and shook his head. He looked at his niece and didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly his voice changed and he said, "Mr. Qingshan's parents left early. In the early years, he was with a form and his cousin.

Later, even his cousin-in-law passed away, so Mr. Qingshan followed his cousin to take care of his five children. He resigned from the factory a few years ago and opened his own medical clinic, earning money and studying at the same time.

He creates, writes articles for magazines, and helps his cousin send his five children to school."

"This Mr. Qingshan is really awesome!" Wen Ju'an couldn't help but nodded his head and sighed.

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

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"That's not right!" While chatting, Wen Qingxue suddenly realized, "Tsinghua University, haven't you and Mr. Qingshan known each other for a long time?"

Wen Qinghua said, "Mr. Qingshan and I have known each other for almost half a year!"

"Then what are you doing?"

Wen Qinghua said, "It's like this. Mr. Qingshan has read a lot of martial arts from Hong Kong and Taiwan in the past few years, and read a few volumes of "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" by Huanzhu Louzhu. He became interested and wanted to write and try it.

I am writing a few martial arts stories, and I am currently collecting some ancient books, as well as Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures. I was thinking that sister, you have collected a lot of ancient books in the past few years! I just wanted to borrow them from you!"
Chapter completed!