"Congratulations to Mr. Ji's birthday, it's good for the old lady"

The person entering the door was Wu Junji, and Yang Yi was still stunned. After pulling him to the pen club last time, this person came to the door several times. However, since he had no good feelings for this person, Yang Yi was naturally too lazy to deal with it. He always asked his mother to come forward and just sent it away.

However, at this time, he obviously couldn't hide from Ji Tangdan's house. Yang Yi vaguely guessed some of Wu Junji's plans, but he was not sure. If this person really dared to do that, it would be called crazy. However, a person with so many minds would probably not be able to do such crazy things.

With a calm attitude, Yang Yi did not make a sound, but was on the side in a regular manner. Sure enough, when Wu Jun sent in, he first celebrated the birthday of the old man and the old lady, and then exchanged greetings, and his eyes fell on Yang Yi.

"Hey, Xiaoyi is there too. I'll just say, Mr. Ji's proud disciple closed the door, how could such an important thing not happen?" He came over enthusiastically. The man ignored the coldness of Ji Tangdan and Zhai Yunfang at all. He was sure that the two old men were straightforward, but they still couldn't do such a thing as calling out the guests who came to the door.

The students naturally follow the teacher's attitude. Yang Yi's senior brothers and sisters are not very interested in Wu Junji, and they respond indifferently. Now that they see him coming to Yang Yi, they are all very alert.

In addition to the guests at noon, there were also those who were not qualified to attend the banquet. They all chose to visit after lunch. They all gave gifts to celebrate their birthdays and left obediently. Wu Junji was the first, but some people later calculated the time to start visiting the door. Zhaoying and the others started to receive other people. Only Yang Yi was pestered by Wu Junji and could not get out.

"Xiaoyi, what is your progress in writing "The Earth Bun" now?"

Wu Jun's aura of a down-and-out literary man can easily deceive the person who knew him for the first time, causing the illusion that this person is a real scholar. Yang Yi was unable to avoid the vulgarity when he first met, but after contacting him, he felt that this guy was mostly ulterior motives.

"Well, it's okay, I'm almost half done." Yang Yi thought about it, his tone was definitely not enthusiastic, and it even seemed to have a perfunctory smell.

He had never seen such a sentence before: When you are at a turning point in history, you will not realize this. Just like now, when he was perfunctory to Wu Jun, he thought that this was just the most insignificant one among his countless interpersonal relationships. Although the other party seemed very ignorant, it would pass after one force. Because this was not in his own home, but the birthday of his teacher. His words and deeds were undoubtedly directed to Ji Tangdan.

Wu Junji was actually very careful. He naturally had his plans, otherwise he would not have been so attentive to Yang Yi. When he first met Yang Yi, he believed that this was an opportunity given to him by God. If he could not seize this time, he would probably not have encountered it again in his life.

Like a poisonous snake hunting, he carefully hid his figure and slowly swam towards the already locked target.

"Half-time writing? Tsk tsk, Xiaoyi, you are not only good at writing, but also Wensi is so agile." Wu Junji smiled with emotion and envy: "Look at me, even if you write a modern poem, you have to recite it hard for a long time. In the end, you are still not satisfied with it, but you are such a wonderful novel, with clear priorities and urgency, and it is a quick hand that makes us hard-working and hard-working who are crawling in the grid. "

She is like an old friend who is heart-to-heart, and like a brother next door who is the first to enter the industry. If people who are not aware of this scene, they will probably think that they are close friends with deep friendships, rather than the two sides of the bottomless abyss. Only the most sober people know that when some people reveal their fangs and fox tails, that is the final battle.

"I can't write modern poetry yet." Yang Yi laughed twice. If he was to the other people's tone, Ji Tangdan would probably come over and teach this lazy disciple what politeness means. But what he is paying attention to now is the opposite - whether Yang Yi was too simple and deceived by Wu Junshi.

"What other modern poems do you use?" Wu Junji shook his head "hi": "As long as you complete the novel in your hand, I dare not say anything else, you must have won the Mao Dun Award." In his words, he highly praised Yang Yi's novels, just like the most ordinary and enthusiastic reader. If language can also represent a kind of power, then the one Wu Junji who kills people without blood is undoubtedly the three-foot red silk that gently wraps around the target's neck, and then ends the other's life in the sky.

"It depends on the situation, this thing is not accurate. Who can guarantee to understand the judges' preferences?" Yang Yi echoed a few words, as if he did have some intentions for the Mao Dun Literature Award, but in fact, the judge in his words was the judge of the Gongguer Literature Award, not the meaning of Wu Junshi's imagination.

"There are indeed subtle differences in taste, but there is also a standard in terms of grasping the general direction. Otherwise, how can I compare the works of the competition?" Wu Jun sent a gesture of a person who had experienced it, as if he was busy with his own affairs, and it was as if Yang Yi was his nephew, and it was natural for him to worry about it.

Seeing that Yang Yi was a little uncommon, Wu Junji felt that he had to add some effort. He was not willing to do so explicitly in Ji Tangdan. He also knew what the old man had to treat him. However, after going to Yang's family several times before, he had not seen anyone. Wu Junji, who was determined to win this time, was inevitably a little explicit.

After thinking about it, he tentatively said again: "This is the case, otherwise you can give me the manuscript and I will hand it over to you. It's a professor from Yan University..."

After looking around, he leaned over Yang Yi's ear, as if there was something amazing: "It is said that the judge of this year's Mao Dun Award is this old man."

This man is so enthusiastic and has shown his sincerity for nothing. Yang Yi has confirmed his suspicion, and of course he will not make friends with him. After thinking about it, he shook his head: "It's not good, there is a teacher here. No matter what, you must read it for him after you finish writing the article. Now you go around and find someone else, which is a bit inappropriate."

Yang Yi's polite refusal was understood by Wu Junshi for the sake of the young man's temptation of fame and fortune, but he couldn't stand it. He encouraged him harder and harder: "What's the point? If you should show it to Mr. Ji, just show it to Mr. Ji. I will hand over the manuscript here, which will not hinder anything. And the two literary masters comment on your articles together, you can also compare it and listen to more opinions. Even if Mr. Ji knows, he will never blame you."

After saying that, he added: "Besides, I won't talk nonsense everywhere. This kind of thing is of course the secret between our fellow brothers."

Yang Yi was really amused and crying. This guy's ability to make relationships is also the first three in the Yuezhou cultural circle. In short, as he talked, he could unknowingly bring the relationship closer. Although his face was a little ugly, it was really hard to refuse.

"So that's it. After I finish writing, I will sort out all the manuscripts and ask you to hand them over. Otherwise, it would be a bit rude to take half of the manuscripts over." Yang Yixu nodded casually and said a few words to him. If he didn't agree to something, he would be afraid that this person would be able to mess with him until dinner.

"Okay, okay" Wu Junji agreed quickly without any worries. He also knew that he could not force him too hard once. With a promise, even if it was a progress. Before that, he had some places to arrange, and it was unnecessary to be too urgent. After making up his mind, he smiled at Yang Yi: "Then I don't hand in the manuscript now, just to see the next plot. You also know that if we see a good article but haven't finished reading it, it's like a life-threatening one... Haha, I'm not afraid of you to make a joke. Now it seems that I have become your loyal reader of "The Lost of Earth".

Who is going to laugh at you? Yang Yi is speechless. And after all, this guy is his real purpose now.

It’s a blessing that he could go around such a big circle. At this time, what else can Yang Yi say? I hope this guy finds it with conscience. It seems unrealistic. I should do something if I should do something.

So he stopped hesitating, nodded to Wu Junji and then entered Ji Tangdan's study, and it seemed that he was going to get the manuscript.

Looking at Yang Yi's back, Wu Junji's warm and kind smile just now became mysterious and mysterious in an instant. He pursed his lips hard, swallowed a big mouthful, and then sat up straight again.

After waiting for less than a moment, Yang Yi came back with empty hands. Seeing that there was nothing in the boy's hands, a flash of disappointment flashed through Wu Junji's eyes, but then he became enthusiastic again, and there was no trace of dissatisfaction.

"Why, the old man is still reluctant to let it go?" Wu Jun winked at the study, looking very unwilling to treat Yang Yi as an outsider: "Are there any chapters that are not well written and are not attracted to his eyes?"

Those who don’t know will definitely think that this person is Mr. Ji’s disciple and knows the old man’s habits very well.

"No." Yang Yi did not sit down, but had a innocent and innocent smile on his face: "The teacher is criticizing me yesterday's chapter. He said that you can go in and discuss and see if there is something wrong."

Wu Junji's pupils expanded instantly - tightening and changing. He knew that the old man didn't like him and could open the door for himself every time, which was due to the affection of his father. So every time he came to the door, the old man was lukewarm and did a face-saving effort, and there would never be any in-depth interaction.

But what happened today? Did that old man change his sexual intercourse? He felt guilty for himself? Wu Junji gritted his teeth and immediately drove the idea out of his mind.

It’s good to go and see, what’s the idea of ​​looking at the turtle who is old but not dead is for thieves?

Some people are like this. They just think that others are not good to them, and that is, they should never be. They are not a good thing but never reflect on what kind of person they are. Even if they seem to be very ordinary in other people, they think they have ulterior motives for themselves.

"Here you come." Ji Tangdan was sitting inside the desk, without raising his head, but just looked over the reading glasses with his side eyes and glanced at the two people who came in.

This is the attitude this old man should have. Seeing Ji Tangdan’s attitude towards him is no different from usual, Wu Junji, a guy with a ghost in his heart, actually breathed a sigh of relief and put his heart back in his heart. Some people’s minds gradually became distorted after they had ghosts in their hearts. Others were kind and looked at it, but they were not good at what they wanted. Only by giving him a bad face was normal.

On such days, Ji Tangdan certainly would not go into the study alone. Now he threw away everyone else, just cooperated with Yang Yi to act - well, from this perspective, Wu Junji is not considered a gentleman's heart.

"It's Xiao Wu. After hearing Yang Yi's words, you also like his current novel?" The old man put down the manuscript in his hand and handed over the manuscript in his hand. At this moment, Wu Junjie actually felt a little flattered, but then he immediately shook his head secretly and drove out this idea.

On the surface, he stood respectfully next to him, without even the intention of sitting down. After taking the manuscript, his clothes seemed to be treasured: "Yes, I'm not afraid of Mr. Ji's jokes. Xiaoyi's novel is really a level that I can't write in my life. However, although my skills on the pen are limited, I can still read it when it comes to appreciation articles... Well, no, right, I can't say that Xiaoyi's novel. I think as long as I'm in the circle, I know its value."

After hearing this, he seemed to agree very much, and the old man's face became a little more friendly: "Yes, I think so too. In fact, let's not talk about you anymore. Even if I am myself, I can't write this thing, and I can barely be competent when I say comments, but I have to do it myself. Forget it, I respect Xie Bumin."

When Wu Junjie heard the old man say this, he quickly praised: "What is this? I think you are not energetic now, otherwise, I think under the stimulation of Xiaoyi, you may be able to rejuvenate another spring of literary life. If you have a double shot of teachers and students, it is really a good story in our Yuezhou literary world."

"Haha, there's never a coincidence in your mouth." The old man seemed to be in good spirits and didn't want to continue to pose for airs. He nodded to the two of them: "Do it all, why are you standing there? Xiao Wu, come first, tell me what you think about this novel. If you say it out, it's also a reference for Yang Yi."

"Don't, don't say it's a reference, that's all a smug me." Wu Junji was so humble, but he couldn't wait to open the manuscript paper, and still looked up at Yang Yixiao: "I am a simple reader, I am not qualified to criticize this book, I am not qualified to."

Ji Tangdan smiled and didn't respond. Yang Yi didn't even express his opinion, and the room continued to be silent for a while.
Chapter completed!