mayfly shake the tree

Qi Xi stayed in a small hospital near Qishan County for two days, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong with her, she rushed to City A. She was obviously on a business trip this time, but she delayed her trip because of play, and she would definitely be scolded to death by the editor-in-chief.

Now City A has started to hold the annual writer meeting again. As a staff member of the organizer, she has to rush back to work.

Qi Xi has only been working for a year or two. As an ordinary editor, she doesn't have many resources of famous people, but after all, there are still one or two new writers whose articles have a good response on the Internet.

However, he has never met any of these authors. One of them, whose pseudonym is @木不言, is a writer she is particularly optimistic about. His writing is as grand as flowing clouds and flowing water, with grand narratives and interesting plot twists.She was a little excited at the thought of finally meeting her today.

Qi Xi was sitting in a taxi bound for the venue.Looking at the inexplicable changes in the weather outside the window, I suddenly remembered the lifesaver I saw in the hospital two days ago.The man said that he could help her unravel the dreams that had haunted her for many years, but he only asked for her number and never contacted her again.

So, are you still being lied to?I don't know what that person is trying to do.Alas, strange things happen every year, especially this year.

Arriving at the venue in a blink of an eye, she hurried in and almost bumped into a tall and thin man as soon as she entered.The man gave her a hand so that she wouldn't fall, but the documents in his hand were scattered all over the floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was too hasty just now and didn't pay attention to the person in front of me..." Qi Xi hurriedly apologized while squatting down to pick up the documents. "It's okay." The man also helped pick up some documents and handed them to her, then smiled at her.

Only then did Qi He see the face of the person in front of him clearly, the first word in his mind was Qingjun, and then it became emaciated again.The man smiled at him, then turned around and walked towards the bathroom. Looking at his back, she immediately felt that although this man was estimated to be 1.8 meters tall, he looked too thin, and felt like he was malnourished.

But writers, most of them are writing articles with their lives, and often forget the next meal after eating, and most of them seem to be in poor health.After sorting out her thoughts randomly, she hurried into the organizer's seat.

The meet-and-greet has not yet started, and there are quite a few people at the venue. Most of the acquaintances are chatting casually. Qi Xi is not in the mood to chat, because she is busy checking the guests who are present today and handing out gifts. Organize files and other miscellaneous things.Afterwards, I will specially visit a few of the authors I brought with me to establish a good relationship.

Hang up her work ID and bring a business card holder, and she will do the work of guiding the guests in the venue. After a while, the thin man also entered the venue. He saw the business card holder hanging on Qi Xi, and his eyes seemed to shine smiled at her.

Qi Xi didn't know, so when he saw the business card on the seat where he was seated, he was immediately pleasantly surprised. It turned out that he was Mu Da, and he must ask for his autograph later.

After everyone was almost seated, Qi He returned to his seat. The host was speaking on it and interviewing the guests, so happy, someone poked her on Qi He's WeChat.

The wood is unspeakable: The editor usually urges me to write vigorously and resolutely, but I never thought that in real life it would look so cute/smiling

He Zhizhang: Molesting the editor is going to be caught and soaked in a pig cage/smile/goodbye

Wood is unspeakable: dare not dare, listen attentively/seriously

He Zhizhang: /Sneak peek/That...Mu Da is going to finish later, can I ask you for an autograph? / rub hands

The wood is unspeakable: huh? /Surprised/Is the editor actually my fan?My signature is worthless.

He Zhizhang: No, no, I think you are very promising.It will be very popular in a few years, believe me. /deep

The wood can't be said: Uh...Thank you for the kind words...It's okay, as long as you don't dislike my ugly handwriting.

He Zhizhang: How come, you are too modest.ok, pay attention/seriously

The meet and greet lasted nearly three hours in total, and there was a banquet after the show. It was a small-scale meet and greet for the editors and their authors to get acquainted with the situation.

After Qi Xi greeted a few girls whom he had met before, he went to Mu Da to ask for an autograph.

This tall and thin man had a shy smile on his face, and he seemed to be much more shy than on the Internet.

"Uh...Muda? I'm really glad to meet you. It's been more than a year since I took over as your editor, and this is the first time I've seen you." Qi Xi took the book he brought with him, and said Hand him a pen.

"Me too. The editor in reality seems to be more humane. Haha." Meng Ke was about to take the autograph, but the girl in front of him suddenly fell to the ground with the pen.

"Oh? Sister He? He... Come on, someone has fainted." Qi Xi only felt dazed as if he was being picked up by someone, and then he didn't know anything.