Yu Hua has a relatively indifferent attitude towards things like symposiums. He may go or not.

He seems to have passed the time when he was eager to prove himself, and naturally he doesn't have the anxiety of being a newbie.

"Let's go have some fun." Yu Hua looked very relaxed.

"Then let's go have some fun."

The next day, Yu Hua called Wu Shuqing and briefly talked about the symposium, and then asked for Wang Zengqi's contact information.

Holding the piece of paper with the number written on it in his hand, Yu Hua looked at Yu Dong and said, "How about you call?"

Yu Dong took a step back, "Why do you want me to call the number you want? You call, you call."

"Didn't you ask me to ask for it?"

"You don't want it yourself?"

"I do want it subjectively, but if you hadn't asked me to want it, I might not have wanted it. So the main responsibility for causing this situation lies with you." Yu Hua directly stuffed the note into Yu Dong's hand.

"I think the main responsibility still lies with you. Your mouth is on your face. I can't control what you say."

The two were pushing each other. Bi Feiyu was sweating profusely as he passed by the corridor. He saw them pushing each other through the window. He walked in curiously and asked: "What's going on? What can't be beaten?"

Seeing that it was Bi Feiyu who was here, Yu Hua smiled and said, "You're just in time, we're going to call your fellow villager."

"My fellow countryman?" Bi Feiyu looked confused, "Which one?"

"Wang Zengqi."

"Mr. Wang?" Bi Feiyu ran over and took the note from Yu Hua's hand, "Where did you get the number?"

"I picked it up on the road." Yu Hua joked, "Why don't you try calling it to see if it's Mr. Wang's number."

"Childish!" Bi Feiyu pouted, then he thought about it and said, "How about I give it a try?"

"bring it on."

Bi Feiyu grabbed his clothes and wiped the sweat from his face, rubbed his hands, and then gently picked up the microphone.

Yu Dong and Yu Hua put their heads together, held their breaths, and watched him dial the number, feeling really nervous.

Now they somewhat understood the mentality of those movie fans and poetry fans chasing stars, and Wang Zengqi also held a very high position in their hearts.

The call was dialed, and after a while, someone on the other side answered the phone.

"Hello?" An old man's voice sounded quite healthy.

Bi Feiyu was quite brave just now, but now he heard a voice from the other side and was stunned.

Yu Hua poked him at the side and whispered, "Speak."

"Ahem, hello, are you Mr. Wang Zengqi Wang?"

"Yes, it's me. Who are you?"

"Hello Mr. Wang, I am Bi Feiyu from Yangzhou. I am also accompanied by Yu Dong from Shanghai and Yu Hua from Haiyan."

Wang Zengqi was also stunned. He knew all three of them, but why did his self-introduction sound so weird?

"Hello everyone, what's the matter?"

Yu Hua said from the side, "Mr. Wang, there is nothing special. Because I have always admired you very much, I made a special call to interview you today. I specifically asked for the number from Principal Wu Shuqing."

Yu Dong gave a thumbs up. Isn't Yu Hua's beautiful words quite good? He was pushing her back and forth just now.

"Oh, thank you, thank you. You are also coming to the exchange meeting in November. We can meet then. I didn't expect you three to call. Was it Yu Hua or Yu Dong who spoke just now... Listen to the voice

It should be Yu Hua, Yu Dong's voice should be younger."

"Yes, I am Yu Hua."

"Haha, I just said yes, where is Yu Dong? Why don't you say anything?"

Yu Dong smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Wang, I am Yu Dong."

"Sure enough, you should be younger. You are all still in Jinyi now, right? I read "Cucumber Garden Essays" one by one. Why is it that only Yu Hua is writing the follow-up and the other two of you are not writing? I am planning to write it later.

What?"

Wang Zengqi is from Yanjing and speaks Mandarin, but occasionally some local accent comes out, for example, he can say "hu".

The three of them looked at me, and I looked at you, but they didn't expect that Wang Zengqi had actually read their article. Bi Feiyu was a little flattered and said: "I also wrote a follow-up, but it has never been published."

"Now that you've written it, don't put it in your hands. There are fewer and fewer good articles in the past two years. You have to work hard. Also, Yu Dong, you have to write long stories. I saw that you posted it at the end of last year.

Aren’t the short and medium stories all very good?”

"Thank you Mr. Wang for the praise, I will definitely work hard."

"Of course, I also heard that you wrote some science fiction novels, which are very popular among people. I often want to read them to understand what young people like nowadays, but I really don't have enough energy..."

Wang Zengqi was more talkative than Yu Dong and the others thought. The three of them gathered together, and together they couldn't talk as much as the old gentleman alone.

But later, when the conversation was in full swing, Mr. Wang's wife called him and told him that he had something to do over there and ended the call. She only said that they would talk again after they went to Yanjing in a few days.

This was undoubtedly an invitation. Bi Feiyu would also hit the snake with a stick and directly ask the old gentleman where he lived and wait for a visit in a few days.

The old gentleman smiled and reported the specific address, and the three of them wrote it down carefully.

After hanging up the phone, the three of them looked at each other and smiled.

"I heard that Mr. Wang was in poor health before, so he seems to be doing well when he calls now." Yu Hua said with a smile.

Bi Feiyu nodded: "That's true... By the way, what's the cross-strait Chinese literary exchange meeting he just mentioned?"

Yu Dong explained, "Yanda is organizing a cross-strait literary exchange meeting and has invited some well-known writers and non-well-known writers. I, Mr. Wang, and Yu Hua are well-known writers."

“What about unknown writers?”

"Since you are unknown, why did you ask?"

Bi Feiyu snorted, "You are so crazy now."

Yu Hua said from the side, "How about it? Do you want to come with us to see it then?"

"I won't go, and they didn't invite me."

"I'm not asking you to attend the symposium, but to visit Mr. Wang together. We will go there in advance and visit in advance. Aren't you fellow villagers? You must know what specialties there are in his hometown. When we go there, we will bring some local products from his hometown.

Specialties are here." Yu Dong said.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "My home is dozens of kilometers away from Gaoyou... But I know that Gaoyou is famous for its wild ducks. You see, wild ducks often appear in the old gentleman's works."

"Wild duck? Do you want us to catch it ourselves? I'm afraid it wouldn't be good to send such a wild animal away," Yu Hua said.

"Someone specializes in raising wild ducks, so why don't you give me some wild ducks or wormwood sprouts?"

They didn't know about the fact that some people raised wild ducks, but they knew about the two dishes Bi Feiyu mentioned later because Wang Zengqi had written about them in his works.

For example, Cixiang, also known as Cixigu, Wang Zengqi once wrote an essay about it called "Pickled Vegetables and Cixiang Soup". He described his changes in his thoughts on this dish, from not liking it or not thinking about it at the beginning, to later always liking it.

Being able to find them to eat is actually a psychological change towards my hometown.

Since we are talking about mushrooms and mugwort and sprouts, we have to talk about other wild vegetables. Mr. Wang also wrote an article "Wild Vegetables from Hometown", which lists many wild vegetables.

Yu Dong waved his hand and said, "Since you want to bring gifts, let's buy some. I will buy them later. Also, I just happened to go to see Mo Yan this time. I haven't seen him for a long time."

Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu both nodded, and they were about to go see Mo Yan.

The last time they met was at a literary exchange meeting at Yan'an Normal University. When they had dinner together, they felt that Mo Yan was not in a good mood. Later, they heard that Mo Yan's mother had passed away, and he ran home and stayed there for several months.

Some time ago, he was writing his new book and spent several months practicing in seclusion.

Now that the new book is finished, Mo Yan has also contacted Deep Space Company and is preparing to find a publisher.

"I heard that he wrote a novel of 500,000 words in less than three months," Yu Hua said.

"I've heard about it too. It's said that he wrote this novel because his mother passed away. Such a long novel probably took a lot of energy from him. We all talked about how Yu Dong worked hard before, but now it seems that Mo Yan is working harder.

Some." Bi Feiyu smiled.

Yu Hua waved his hand, "Yu Dong has more endurance. He has written two million words in the past few years, right?"

"There should be some. I haven't counted them in details. Most of them are science fiction. In fact, if I want to talk fast, I think some writers from the north are more efficient."

The writers in the north mentioned by Yu Dong refer to some writers from the Shaanxi Army, especially Jia Pingwa.

Jia Pingwa doesn't have many long stories, but he has a lot of short and medium stories, which have been published in magazines of all sizes.

Unlike Yu Dong and others, Jia Pingwa and others publish many magazines, such as local magazines in Shaanxi Province, and their novels can often be seen. After all, you can get paid for publishing one article.

It is said that Jia Pingwa writes every day, and basically writes thousands of words every day, and his efficiency can rival the entire "Jinyi Gang".

Of course, the main thing that held Jin Yi Gang back was Yu Hua. This guy was the most idle of the group, but he was also the slowest at writing. It wasn't that he was slow in writing, it was mainly because he was lazy.

When he had nothing to do, he would either go out to play cards with someone, or wander around the school like a street kid.

…

Not two days later, Wu Shuqing called to say that the time for the conversation was set for November 11th and 12th.

With more than a month left, Yu Dong plans to finish writing his new book before the symposium.

Wang Hailin came here several times during this period, all for his novel. It can be seen that Wang Hailin has gradually got on the right track when writing novels, and he is becoming more and more motivated as he writes.
To be continued...