This is typical of Zheng Yuanjie as a counterattack example of waste materials.

After dinner, there was still some time before the afternoon meeting. It was hot outside. The participants were in groups of three or three. Some were lying on the table in the conference room and some found a cool place to chat.

Xia Hongjun developed the habit of taking lunch at noon. He thought of sleeping in the conference room for a while, but Yang Li walked over again: "Xia Hongjun, I have something to talk to you about, is that okay?"

Xia Hongjun frowned and did not move.

"I said Xiaoxia, the girl is looking for you, can't you go?" Zheng Yuanjie said in a joking tone.

Xia Hongjun had no choice but to follow Yang Li to a secluded place at one end of the corridor.

"What's the matter with me?" Xia Hongjun's face was calm.

Yang Li turned around and looked at the other party and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, listen to my explanation about Yan Yubing..."

"You don't have to explain to me, you have to explain to find Yan Yubing." Xia Hongjun replied and turned around and left.

"Xia Hongjun, stop for me!"

Yang Li suddenly raised her voice.

Xia Hongjun had no choice but to stop and turn his head to look at her.

"I say it again, I didn't fall in love with Yan Yubing at all! It was his wishful thinking. I, Yang Li, dare to love and hate, dare to act and take responsibility!"

"Maybe you are right, but you don't need to explain to me at all, because we are not even friends." After that, Xia Hongjun left straight.

What a pity...

Xia Hongjun really deserves to die for Yan Yubing.

When he returned to the conference room, he saw Zheng Yuanjie sitting alone in the back, and Xia Hongjun walked over.

"Oh, Xiaoxia, the talk is over so soon?" Zheng Yuanjie asked.

"Yes." Xia Hongjun nodded and sat on the side.

"Hey... Xiaoxia, I think that girl seems to be interested in you." Zheng Yuanjie asked in a low voice.

"I think it's too old." Xia Hongjun had no expression on his face.

"Ah? Haha..." Zheng Yuanjie couldn't help laughing.

Yang Li just walked in and heard what Xia Hongjun said. She was so angry that her face turned pale. She glared at Xia Hongjun fiercely, then turned around and left the conference room.

In the afternoon, the tables of the discussion meeting were arranged in a circle, and Xia Hongjun was still sitting with Zheng Yuanjie. This time, Yang Li did not come over but chatted with a young man.

The host's surname is Zhou, and he is the secretary of the Secretariat of the Writers Association. He announced the content of the discussion this afternoon: Every writer is communicating with his recent books.

Basically, they spoke one by one, and each person said that the books they read recently were novels. Personally, they talked about their own feelings, and others also expressed their opinions one after another, and the atmosphere was very warm.

Zheng Yuanjie was a thin young man in front of him. He looked less than thirty years old. When it was his turn to speak, he smiled and said, "Secretary Zhou, comrades, the book I read recently was "Long Live Youth" written by Chairman Wang Meng."

You actually watched "Long Live Youth"?!

Xia Hongjun was a little disbelief.

It’s not that this book is not well written, but that this book is a work by Wang Meng in the 1950s. It has been published for more than 30 years. Good people have read it when they were in junior high school. How could they read it now?

The young man talked freely: "I have watched Chairman Wang's "Long Live Youth" in junior high school. Recently, I have watched it for the third time. Every time I read it, I have a different feeling. It reflects how the party's sunshine and dew and the socialist literature and art have nurtured the growth of a generation, sowing the seeds of truth in their tender chests. There are no moving plots, twists and turns, and no ready-made answers to answer life questions, but there is an attractive inner charm..."

"Paipa..." There was warm applause in the conference room.

Xia Hongjun also applauded, but he always felt strange.

Is this kid flattering?

Everyone then commented on Wang Meng's book "Long Live Youth", and it was Zheng Yuanjie's turn. He said, "Sorry, I haven't read this book."

Ah? He hasn't read this book?

The conference room was immediately talking, and everyone looked at him with contempt.

Zheng Yuanjie was not in a hurry and smiled: "I have been reading Kuskaya's book recently. Have you read it?"

"How come he hasn't read the books he wrote?" The thin young man glanced at Zheng Yuanjie, feeling a little disdainful: "I have read several of his works as a famous Hungarian writer."

"That's right, I've read it, and it's very well written." Another middle-aged man said quickly.

"Yes, yes..." Several people immediately echoed: "It is very similar to Sabo Pal's style, reflecting the social changes after Hungary's liberation."

real?

Xia Hongjun felt a little confused.

He had never heard of such a writer in Hungary, but the name sounded very much like an Eastern European.

Have he seen Zheng Yuanjie?

Xia Hongjun was a little suspicious.

But it is also possible that it does not mean that others have not read it. He likes to read works from European and American countries and rarely reads Eastern Europe.

"Xiao Xia, have you read it?" Zheng Yuanjie suddenly turned around and looked at Xia Hongjun.

"No." Xia Hongjun told the truth: "I'm so sorry, I rarely read the works of Eastern European writers."

"Haha..." Zheng Yuanjie laughed: "There are honest people in this world... I said you, you live too fake. Kuskaya is the name of the writer I made up!"

ah?!

The conference room was in chaos again, and the people who spoke just now looked bad.

Xia Hongjun was shocked.

What does Zheng Yuanjie want to do? I offend a large number of people. I really don’t want to be in the Writers Association anymore?

Xia Hongjun was secretly worried.

However, Zheng Yuanjie smiled and looked indifferent.

The meeting finally returned to normal with the intervention of the host, and it was Xia Hongjun's turn.

What are you looking at recently?

To be honest, he hasn't read any books recently...

But of course he couldn't say that. He had to laugh and said that he had read little novels, mainly reading poetry, Chinese and foreign. Soon he read the collection of poems written by Charles Pierre Baudelaire, a famous French modernist poet and symbolist poetry pioneer.

Xia Red Army Balabala said a lot, but she did not receive any applause.

Maybe I was afraid that Xia Hongjun would make up some jokes like Zheng Yuanjie, and maybe I thought that what this kid saw was too unpopular, and no one responded to the audience.

"Baoba..." Suddenly someone clapped and Xia Hongjun saw that it turned out to be Yang Li.

"Student Xia Hongjun, I have read that collection of poems and written very well. It has six themes, namely "Melancholy and Ideal", "Scenery in Paris", "Wine", "Flowers of Evil", "Rebellion" and "Death", among which "Melancholy and Ideal" is the most important..."

"The Flower of Evil is known as France's "Great tradition has disappeared, and the new tradition has not yet formed," a strange flower blooming in the transitional period. The work has the characteristics of romanticism, symbolism and realism..."

Yang Li talked and Xia Hongjun nodded frequently when he heard this.

He had to admit that the two really had a common language in poetry.

Can't you change it to another girl?

Why her?

Xia Hongjun felt indignant.
Chapter completed!