When the meal reached the middle, Li Heng, who was chatting with several girls, reached out to pick up the braised fish pieces.
By chance, Zhou Shihe's chopsticks just came over. In an instant, the two of them intertwined and pressed tightly.
Li Heng was stunned and looked up at the opposite side of the table.
The two looked at each other, Zhou Shihe's eyes drooped a little, silently let go and pulled away from the chopsticks, and then stopped there.
Li Heng, who was having a lot of chatting with Sun Manning and Ye Ning, didn't think so much about it. He just changed a piece of fish and put it in his mouth. He chewed it and ate it so delicious.
But when he was halfway through, he was stunned and his eyes turned to the girl opposite again. Just now, was it because the chopsticks rubbed against each other?
Feeling his gaze, Zhou Shihe paused, and the stopped chopsticks moved again. He picked up a small river shrimp in the bowl next to him, and ate it into his mouth with a small sip.
Her smart little mouth is as charming as cherry blossoms, and it looks very beautiful, making people unable to help but feel the urge to take a bite.
Li Heng guessed that the girl probably wanted to change her chopsticks, but she kept staring at her and was embarrassed, so she had to struggle to pass by.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a slap in the face if you change the chopsticks directly in front of him?
The first time we met and the first dinner together, is it just like this? Can we still get along with each other in the future? Can we still be friends?
As the saying goes, once you are bitten by a snake for ten years, you are afraid of the well rope. Since the chopsticks intersect, Zhou Shihe no longer holds dishes outside the middle line of the table. The heads of the chopsticks are at most swim back and forth in the two bowls in front of you, and eat slowly.
During this period, Sun Manning discovered this phenomenon and asked curiously: "Shihe, is it not the food that suits your appetite? Why don't you touch other foods?"
Ye Ning suddenly realized: "Yes! Why did you keep eating only 2 dishes? Other dishes are delicious, you should try it."
Zhou Shihe didn't go to see Li Heng, and Wen Wenwanwan said, "I just listened to you, but I didn't pay attention."
Mai Xu glanced at Li Heng from the corner of his eyes, took a pair of chopsticks again, and picked up several chopstick dishes for Zhou Shihe. "Shihe, you really try this braised fish piece and garlic sprouts to stir-fry the meat, and serve the meal down-to-earth."
Zhou Shihe smiled and said yes.
Li Heng pretended not to know the whole story, and continued to eat and drink as if nothing had happened. He was the main point of being one, and I was not embarrassed, and no one should embarrass me. After dinner, it was not too early. It was almost 10 o'clock, and five people started to rush to the school. After passing through the school gate and entering, Li Heng, who was at the last chance, quietly said to Mai Sui: "Come to Lushan Village tomorrow night."
"Yes." Mai Xu agreed without asking the reason.
At the fork in the road, the five people separated.
Four lesbians returned to the dormitory.
Li Heng rushed to rent a house directly. He didn't even dare to drink too much for writing tasks. He couldn't just let the time pass tonight.
When entering Lushan Village, Li Heng unexpectedly found that editor-in-chief Liao and editor Zou Ping were chatting with a fake Taoist priest in the alley.
I saw the fake Taoist Fu Yanjie circling around several burlap bags at the door, constantly twitching his mouth: "Hid it deeply! Hiding it so deeply! No wonder he could seize the small building No. 26."
Editor-in-chief Liao and Zou Ping seemed a little depressed and helpless. The burlap bag contained readers' letters. When they were picked up from the van, they never thought that there was an accident in front of Building 24. Zou Ping accidentally kicked a stone and fell down, and was willing to eat shit, and then...
Then the burlap bag flew out, and the readers inside were scattered all over the ground.
Just then, the fake Taoist priest came out of the house and planned to visit another teacher's house to drink. He was kind enough to help pick up the letter, but it turned out!
There is no result!
Li Heng’s identity as a writer, December was broken!
Seeing Li Heng appear, the fake Taoist priest ignored him and pulled Li Heng up, down, left, right, and said for a long time: "You kid are so awesome?"
Li Heng smiled and said, "Old Fu, you are a professor at least, and you are also a key talent that the school focuses on cultivating. How can you talk about such a cheesy word "awesome"?"
The fake Taoist priest supported the gold-wire glasses, "Hi! I said what's wrong with being awesome? Which law stipulates that the professor cannot say that he is awesome? Who made you so awesome!"
Li Heng was speechless and lowered his voice and said, "Okay, okay, just keep your voice down, don't yell everywhere, I still want to live a low-key life."
The fake Taoist priest didn't care, "There is no one in this corner except Teacher Yu, who can hear it?"
Li Hengzhi pointed to the small building next to him, the small building No. 27.
The fake Taoist priest looked up at the building No. 27 and asked, "Have you seen this door open recently?" Li Heng reacted, "What? Not at home?"
The fake Taoist priest carried his hands on his back and said in a mature manner: "You don't know this. Professor Guo and his lover retired this year and only completed the retirement procedures last month. Now they are reuniting with their son and daughter abroad. It's an unknown whether they will come back or not."
Li Heng was surprised. He had met Professor Guo and his wife and said hello more than once. He didn't look old. He didn't expect to retire. "Which country?"
"Which country can there be? Of course it is the United States." The fake Taoist priest sighed. He himself returned from the United States, but his neighbor who had been with him for 6 years rushed to the United States. He was very sad. After chatting for a while, when Fu Yanjie was about to leave, Li Heng pulled the other party and said, "Remember to keep it secret for me, otherwise you will not see a neighbor with such a good cooking skills in the future."
"Yeah! You kid treat me like a three-year-old child, go and ask Teacher Yu, is my mouth the most strict in the world?" Fu Yanjie squinted his eyes, very dissatisfied.
Li Heng smiled and stopped caring about him and invited Editor Liao and Zou Ping into the house.
Pour them a cup of tea, Li Heng asked, "Uncle Liao, why are you here so late today?"
Editor-in-chief Liao took the tea and said happily: "This is not bad for your "Cultural Journey" to be too popular. After the journal was released this month, it has been the fifth time it has been printed in less than half a month, with a print volume of 2.6 million copies.
Do you know what this means?”
After a pause, Editor Liao waved his hand and said with a momentum of reprimanding Fangchou: "This is the highest record since the founding of our "Harvest" magazine. Even the industry benchmark "People's Literature" does not have such a feat!"
Two days ago, Editor Liao represented the magazine "Harvest" to attend a meeting in the capital. When facing his peers and editor-in-chief of "People's Literature", he was finally proud! In the years since he entered the industry, he has the most confidence and glorious this time. This is why he wanted to meet Li Heng just after he came back from the capital.
Now Li Heng is a treasure tower in his eyes. If it weren't for the support of Mr. Ba behind him, he would have been worried that Li Heng would be poached by other colleagues.
Li Heng captured the "proudness" from the expression of Editor-in-Chief Liao, and said humbly: "It is not my credit to "Cultural Journey" to be able to have today. If it weren't for Mr. Ba and Uncle Liao, I wouldn't even dare to imagine what the ending would be like?"
There is something in his words, referring to the royalties.
If it weren't for Mr. Ba, he wouldn't have been banned by the industry! He would have to struggle in the trough for a long time. Haven't you seen Lao Wang, a later generation in the capital, hide from the opposite side of the sea for a while? Many bigwigs analyzed that the background should be related to royalties.
As the first old king in Beijing to take advantage of the royalties, he was very energetic, but he had to bear the backlash price brought by this.
Editor-in-chief Liao was sophisticated, with his smile narrowed his eyes into a slit, pointing at the sack to change the topic and joked: "There are too many letters sent to the magazine every day. The amount of two packages a day is more than when "Alive" was published. In just less than two months, the club has piled up almost 30 sacks.
I asked Xiao Zou to pick out three sacks to send to you. You can enjoy yourself as a fun person and find a sense of accomplishment."
Editor Liao’s meaning is obvious: If you choose to keep a low profile and hide your identity, you can’t enjoy the glory brought by the outside world now, so read more readers’ letters and see how popular you are now!
Li Heng bent down and found that the letters were from all over the country, almost every province and city. However, after checking for four or five minutes, he stopped happily. He was afraid that there would be another Huang Zhaoyi hidden in it, so he would be a big splash.
Editor-in-chief Liao finished drinking half a cup of tea and started chatting with him.
The first thing is to urge the manuscript.
Without saying anything, Li Heng immediately went to the study and collected 6 chapters for the other party.
Editor Liao read the results carefully for a few pages, clapping his hands and shouting, "Okay! The quality is still as good as ever, when will you finish writing it?"
Thinking that among the 140 books that Aunt Zhao Jing gave her, there were almost 60 books that had not been finished, Li Heng calculated and said, "I expected that November would be a bit optimistic at the beginning. I have to polish it carefully later. The progress may be slow. It should be completed in mid-December and at the end of December at the latest."
Can it be completed in December? This has exceeded Editor Liao's psychological expectations and immediately expressed support: "You don't have to worry about having a good meal. There is still time. You can patiently finish the final stage. Then I will take you to Mr. Ba's place."
When Li Heng heard Mr. Ba, he said happily.
After talking about the manuscript, Editor Liao talked about the second major event of this trip. "Every day, there are many calls to the magazine, and I strongly demand that the single version of "Cultural Travel" be published as soon as possible. This time the call is higher than when "Alive" was published. There are many old professors and famous figures. Mr. Ba and the club attach great importance to this. I will tell you in advance this time, and you have a idea in your heart."
Perhaps, probably, Editor-in-Chief Liao calculated that he was a little dissatisfied with the 5% royalty, so he came to Lushan Village specifically.
Just now, Editor Liao didn't seem to say anything actual. But Li Heng was as smart as he still felt the core essence of the other party and the Shu who increased the royalty ratio treated Li Heng as a talented person, whether Mr. Ba or Editor Liao, he cherished it. However, the royalty ratio involved the core interests of Harvest magazine after all, so it would be better for Li Heng to take the initiative to make demands.
Editor-in-chief Liao's presentation is an attitude and a kind of sincerity, so as not to break up in the future due to royalty issues.
If it is another literati of the magazine, Editor Liao is confident to take control.
But Li Heng, editor Liao was a little confused. After several contacts, I found that although this little guy was not old, he was very slippery. He did not act according to the rules and was a bit fond of money.
If the money is not in place, the so-called literary character is probably pure nonsense in this guy, so it is better to make presets first.
The other party took the initiative to give away the pets. Li Heng felt completely different in his senses. He felt very comfortable and felt that he was valued. He immediately said tactfully: "Uncle Liao, don't hurry in advance, and I will talk about it after I finish writing."
Let’s talk about it again?
What to talk about?
That must be a rise in royalties.
However, he would not make excessive demands for the sincere attitude of "Harvest" magazine. For him, he was a man of two lives, money was particularly important, but to some extent, it was not that important.
After all, he has a lot of information about future generations in his mind. He has opportunities after making money. If he loses a little here, he can earn more money there.
After a happy conversation, the three of them sat together and chatted for about 20 minutes.
At the end of the conversation, Editor Liao glanced at Zou Ping, who was very insightful and casually found an excuse to go outside.
When someone walked away, Editor Liao asked, "You can play the piano?"
Hearing this, Li Heng suddenly thought of Huang Zhaoyi, "Should you know a little."
Editor-in-chief Liao nodded and continued, "Will you refuse when she mentioned the piano to me?"
With the first two rounds of air tickets and flutes, the erhu paved the way, this time Editor Liao no longer beat around the bush, but began to test the straight ball.
Li Heng pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Uncle Liao, the piano is not as expensive as others, I can't bear it. Thank you for your kindness for me."
"Oh, I know you will refuse." Editor-in-chief Liao sighed. Li Heng didn't answer the words, but just forced a smile.
The two of them looked face to face, a little embarrassed. Finally, Editor Liao stood up and said, "That's it, it's getting late, let's leave first."
Chapter completed!