After returning to the hotel, Xia Xiaoluo fell on the bed in pain and greeted the Japanese female family members of Natsuki Yamashita a hundred times in his heart. Fortunately, the hotel was equipped with professional doctors who disinfected his wounds and treated him very gently.
He was told to never exercise strenuously again.
Suddenly, he thought of Qin Qingmei's cunning and savage little nurse. When she saw him like this, she must have jumped up and down and cursed. An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth unknowingly.
The next day, Xia Xiaoluo got up at 7 o'clock in the morning, ate the exquisite breakfast provided by the Wangfu Hotel, and went downstairs. Cao Haoxuan had already driven downstairs and was waiting.
His powerful Raptor off-road vehicle looks very different among all kinds of luxury cars, very strange and very domineering. If these people wanted to know that this man is a powerful man with a well-known reputation in the capital, they would have taken a detour long ago.
Xia Xiaoluo, Chu Xiuhan and Chen Dong got into the car, and Cao Haoxuan started the off-road vehicle and went straight to the "Spark" magazine on Juniu Road.
Cao Haoxuan took out the red pandas specially provided by the army and threw one to Xia Xiaoluo and another to Chen Dong. A dude like Cao Haoxuan is not afraid of the so-called poison of smoking. There is a popular joke among the dudes in the capital to advise everyone to timely
Carpe diem: "Don't smoke, don't drink, 63 years old - Comrade Lin Biao; just drink
Non-smoker, 73 years old - Comrade Enlai; Smoking but not drinking, 83 years old - Comrade Chairman; Smoking and drinking, 93 years old - Comrade Xiaoping; Food, drink, whoring and gambling, 103 years old - Comrade Zhang Xueliang; what a bad thing
If you have no habits, do good people and good deeds every day. 23 years old - Comrade Lei Feng."
Cao Haoxuan believes that high-intensity physical training can completely make up for the adverse effects on the body of such a bad habit as smoking. For example, what is the cigarette that Castro, the leader of the Cuban people, smokes? Authentic Cuban cigars, Chinese cigarettes and cigars
Comparing them is like comparing shotguns to cannons.
What's going on? Doesn't Mr. Castro still live a long life? He also goes to the deep sea to scuba dive and pick up shells and so on. He lives a very nourishing life. Moreover, he is the toughest person in the world and has been assassinated by the Yankees so many times.
Still safe and sound.
Xia Xiaoluo was more concerned about his life, but in front of Cao Haoxuan, he could only smoke. For a while, the entire carriage was filled with smoke, and it was hard for Chu Xiuhan to choke to death.
Xia Xiaoluo asked: "There are taxis everywhere, why do you always make such a big move? Don't you have classes?" His tone was a bit reproachful.
I'm afraid Xia Xiaoluo is the only one in the Beijing-Tianjin circles who dares to talk to Cao Haoxuan in this tone.
Cao Haoxuan didn't take it seriously and said: "I'm taking Mao's class, it's Sunday today! I*. Besides, I'm also a literature lover. I want to take advantage of you and sneak into the "Spark" magazine. There is a girl named Ma Xiaotiao.
Do you know the writer? Help me get his autograph."
Xia Xiaoluo couldn't help but smile. It turns out that a powerful and powerful person like Cao Haoxuan can also chase stars, but he soon understood that no matter how mature his thoughts, no matter how generous his life, and no matter how powerful his power, after all, the feelings of a young man are always poetic, and he has no interest in literature and art.
I still like those fresh novels.
While we were chatting and joking, the off-road vehicle had already arrived in front of the "Spark" magazine. It is located at Wuli Xinhua Street, Fengtai District, which is relatively quiet. The main office building of the magazine is a four-story building, which looks a bit like an ancient medieval building.
The castle is surrounded by an iron fence decorated with complicated patterns and covered with vines. However, in winter, only bleak dead leaves and branches can be seen.
Xia Xiaoluo stood in front of the door, feeling a little uneasy. This place was like a holy place to him, a pseudo-literary young man, but he never expected that by some strange combination of circumstances, he would become a guest of this magazine.
He has become a figure that is highly sought after by most literary figures. Damn it, damn, I actually have no talent at all, and I will be miserable if my talent is exposed.
The three of them got out of the car, and Chen Chaoqun came out of the office building excitedly. Next to them was Jean-Pierre, the president of the British publisher bloom###urybooks. The two of them were as close as gay. It seemed that
This ghost guy recently had a good discussion with Chen Chaoqun about copyright cooperation.
When Chen Chaoqun saw Xia Xiaoluo, he held his hand and shook it violently. Xia Xiaoluo thought to himself, didn't they just meet the day before yesterday? Why did he look like the enemy who killed his father, no, the savior he hadn't seen for many years?
When Chen Chaoqun met Cao Haoxuan, he naturally didn't dare to stop him. This kind of powerful man had so many connections that he could make one of his books a hit with just a few words. What's more, he also helped to get Shuo Ye's new book "The Recalcitrant Master of the Capital"
Published in my own magazine, thank you too late.
At this time, other award-winning middle school students arrived one after another, looking at each other with wide, curious and pure eyes. These can be said to be China's leading talents and talented women, and they will also be the leading figures in the literary world in the future. Their expressions are a bit...
Proud, but also somewhat reserved.
Chen Chaoqun put his arms around Xia Xiaoluo's shoulders with excitement and introduced everyone: "This is the first prize winner of this literary rising star competition, classmate Xia Xiaoluo."
Unexpectedly, none of these arrogant boys and girls responded, and some of them who were originally looking at him turned their heads and stared at the sky intently, or played with the flowers in the flower bed.
Chen Chaoqun smiled awkwardly, but Xia Xiaoluo didn't care at all, and whispered: "It doesn't matter, scholars look down upon each other!"
"What kind of contempt for a literary person? What you write is scum!" A little girl with two braids ran up to Xia Xiaoluo at some point, raised her charming little face and said disdainfully, with a small pout.
It looks like it could tie up a cow.
Xia Xiaoluo looked at her doubtfully and thought to himself, why are all the women and girls he met recently so tough?
Chu Xiuhan glared at the little girl, who seemed completely unaware.
Xia Xiaoluo said: "Do you have any opinions on my work?"
The little girl played with her braid, paced back and forth, and seemed to be recalling the plot seriously, saying: "The winning works are selected, and I read your "Fantasy City". That trash novel you wrote! That younger brother wants his older brother to be free.
, if you are not bound by power, why do you have to seize his throne with ulterior motives and cause so many people to die? You are a brainless male pig's feet!!!"
Xia Xiaoluo smiled and thought that the little girl's serious thinking expression was very cute. It is rare for a girl to be so serious about literature. She said: "Well, what you said makes sense. Due to space limitations, I cannot elaborate on the reasons.
, I will write it clearly when I publish a novel."
The little girl played with her pigtails and curled her lips and said: "Hehe - there's a novel coming out." She rolled her eyes and said: "I've always been straightforward, so don't blame me if you say anything. I'm Ma Xiaotiao, third prize
Winner."
Xia Xiaoluo turned around and looked at Cao Haoxuan. He found that Cao Haoxuan's eyes were very bright. To put it mildly, it was the brilliance caused by the arrival of love. At worst, it was the expression of a pervert when he saw a beautiful woman. In short, Xia Xiaoluo was sure that this boy
In heat.
Cao Haoxuan walked over and said: "Ma Xiaotiao, I am your admirer. My name is Cao Haoxuan."
Ma Xiaotiao tilted her head and glanced at him warily, curled her lips, and said disdainfully: "Cao Haoxuan, I've never heard of him." But she immediately gave Cao Haoxuan a smile as bright as a peach blossom in full bloom, and said: "But, I've always been right.
My fans don’t have any pretensions. And you are quite handsome. I can give you a few minutes to get up close and personal with me. Do you have any questions to ask me? For example, what color do I like?”
It seems that Ma Xiaotiao likes the feeling of being surrounded by fans.
Xia Xiaoluo looked at Ma Xiaotiao's cute and innocent look, standing next to the tall and tall Cao Haoxuan, and they seemed like a perfect match.
He didn't know that he had changed the entire trajectory of Cao Haoxuan's life in an instant.
In his previous life, people like Cao Haoxuan were like dragons and phoenixes. No matter where they were born or grew up, they had the right time, place and people. The reason why he did not leave a significant mark in Chinese history was because he died young.
He had an unfortunate marriage. He never met the person he truly loved in his life. Then at the age of marriage, he randomly found a so-called well-matched girl to marry. Unexpectedly, the relationship between the two was very bad after the marriage, and his wife could not bear it.
Loneliness and loneliness are just stealing people outside.
Cao Haoxuan had so many eyes and ears, how could he hide it from him and pin his wife and the man on the bed of the hotel where they had an affair? Under such circumstances, how could a man who thought he was the toughest man endure such humiliation and shoot his wife to death?
He committed suicide with the adulterer, unwilling to discredit his family, and passed away with infinite regret and reluctance.
In this life, he met Ma Xiaotiao, a cute and innocent little girl, and he should have a happy marriage.
At 9 o'clock, the award ceremony was held on time in the large conference room on the fourth floor. The standards were quite high, although the magazine office building was small and the conference room was not big.
But there was a director of the Ministry of Culture present, and he was not sitting in the middle. Sitting in the middle was Mr. Wang Meng, the former minister of the Ministry of Culture, now the chairman of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and the chairman of the Writers Association. The director leaned forward and chatted with Wang Meng.
He was whispering something, but Wang Meng looked quite arrogant and sat upright.
Many media were present at the scene, and the camera flashes kept flashing, making these middle school students who had never seen much of the world nervous.
Xia Xiaoluo sat down in his seat calmly and looked at the ceremony arrangements calmly.
This award ceremony was very similar to many award ceremonies that Xia Xiaoluo saw on TV in later and previous generations. First, the director of the department gave a medium-long speech, which was mixed with a large number of programmatic documents from the Ministry of Culture.
He spoke highly of the great significance of this rising literary star competition in promoting cultural development and prospering the cultural market. Hearing this, Xia Xiaoluo fell asleep.