After I fell off my horse, I was caught by my apprentice

Meng Xinqiao didn't do it on purpose, but she felt that it was unfair to tell Liu Xizhao about some things.

Just like two people in love, if A tells B, I stayed in this city because of you, I went to this school because of you, blah blah blah...

Meng Xinqiao thinks this kind of remark means that A is throwing the blame for her own decision, putting all the responsibility and weight on B's body. If A's studies and career are not going well, she can say at any time, I become Now it's all for you.

So what did B do wrong?

Meng Xinqiao despised being such a person.

But if she didn't say anything, Liu Xizhao would definitely be upset, and she also felt that it was not very good, so she habitually told her some insignificant things, such as her driver's license has passed subject three, such as the house is almost furnished After the beginning of spring, the two of them can go shopping for soft clothes together. For example, the stray cat downstairs in the dormitory gave birth to a cub. For example, she ate a whole steak for this meal.

Liu Xizhao responded with an eye for an eye, telling her some big gossip to stimulate her, for example, Liu Wanyuan came out to her family.

Meng Xinqiao: ...

Liu Wanyuan's big move of coming out of the closet can be summed up in four words, it is light wind and light rain.

The child knew how to find a backer, so he took him to his grandma first, saying that he was his friend.

Grandma likes Qian Qing very much, and always keeps people at home for dinner. Liu Wanyuan received enough vaccinations, and on the fourth time, Liu Minqiang also came to eat.

The old lady asked things curiously, and even asked Liu Wanyuan whether they would have a baby if she got a marriage certificate abroad. Liu Minqiang only felt a headache, but Liu Wanyuan's mother was so angry that she was persuaded by Liu Minqiang when she went home. waves.

Meng Xinqiao was shocked: "It succeeded?"

"Forget it, no one cares about her." Liu Xizhao concluded.

The two sat in the car without talking. They had just returned from shopping and were drinking hot milk tea.

After sucking a pearl, Meng Xinqiao commented: "Sometimes I really envy her."

Liu Xizhao sighed: "Who said it was not."

"It's still good news. At least grandma is very accepting. Does your grandma have the final say?"

"That's true." Liu Xizhao thought about it and said, "I'm on a business trip on Friday, maybe I'll be back on the same day, maybe in two days."

"Where are you going?"

"Yanjiao, go to a meeting."

She spoke in general terms, but Meng Xinqiao didn't care, it was normal for the teacher to go out to hold a meeting, and after drinking a few mouthfuls of milk tea, Liu Xizhao's chin hooked up.

Liu Xizhao narrowed her beautiful eyes: "Come here and kiss."

Two days before the online literature annual meeting, Meng Xinqiao received a paper invitation letter by mail. This time, the website changed the style of digging and searching in the past, and even mailed a box. In addition to the beautifully packaged invitation, there was also a writer Certificate, commemorative medal, pen, good quality notepad, and small pockets for things, it is like a complete set of equipment for participating in the meeting.

The stingy hardcore player Meng Xinqiao was moved by seeing these things, and he restrained himself a little to open the invitation.

According to the invitation, the writer Huaqiao was named the outstanding author of the year. Not only did "Shuiqiao Road Affairs Bureau" achieve outstanding results, but her new book was also favored by many film and television companies. She is sincerely invited to attend the annual meeting as an outstanding author of the year.

The editor in charge of her all tweeted and asked her: "Master, are you going to the annual meeting? Originally, our editors didn't care about this, but I still told you quietly that many people from film and television companies came to see the project this time. It's a rare opportunity. Today The attendance list is about to be finalized, and my lord is also close to the venue in Beijing, so consider it as soon as possible."

After speaking, he also took a screenshot of the list of film and television companies that will be present and sent it to her.

Meng Xinqiao's new writing reached two-thirds, and the results are indeed good, but no copyright editor has contacted her to discuss film and television copyright, but the invitation says that she is favored by many film and television companies. Talk to her?

Meng Xinqiao studied the list of film and television companies that would attend, stroked the thick black invitation card, and thought carefully.

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Liu Wanyuan's voice was very surprised: "Hey! You are actually going to the annual meeting! Didn't you say that you are afraid of society and don't want to go to that kind of occasion!"

"Yes, yes, but for the sake of making money, I don't care about it." Meng Xinqiao said, "Aren't you going?"

Liu Wanyuan stuck out her tongue: "I haven't updated this year, do you know how hard I worked to catch up with my girlfriend? I don't have time to write."

Meng Xinqiao was speechless for a while: "Didn't we catch up now?"

"When I catch up, I'll just focus on falling in love, so I don't have time to write!"

Meng Xinqiao blinked, wondering if he had a fake relationship.

Thinking about it carefully, it was because I was busy that I neglected Liu Xizhao a lot, so every time I met, I tried my best to make her happy. Looking at Liu Wanyuan's relationship, Meng Xinqiao felt a little guilty for Liu Xizhao's truthfulness.

She had already arrived outside the venue at this time. In the evening, the ghostly weather in Beijing seemed to blow people away. She braved the cold wind to call Liu Xizhao, but the other party didn't answer because she didn't know what she was busy with.

Oh yes, Liu Xizhao went to a meeting today, so she might be busy.

She entered the venue with her writer's card and found her own seat.This annual meeting is in the form of a banquet, not a banquet in the traditional sense, but more like a tea party.Ten people gathered around a coffee table. On the coffee table were drinks, cakes and fruits. In short, it was not a main meal. The main meal would be delivered to everyone's room in the form of box lunch after the party.Of course, if you have a good chat with others, maybe you will go to a wine bureau at night, and almost no one will eat this boxed lunch.

The guests who came to participate were all chartered cars and accommodation. As a classmate Meng who went to school in Beijing, she deeply felt that she was at a disadvantage for not taking advantage of it, so she applied to the company for a one-day stay after going back to the dormitory at the end of the night, so she must There will be a box lunch.

Calculating these useless things in his mind, classmate Meng took off his down jacket and set it up on the back of the chair. Before he could sit down, a girl next to him came over: "Miss sister, you look so good-looking! Did you go to the wrong place, we are in the writers' area here."

Meng Xinqiao was stunned. This is a relatively ordinary girl with a round face. She looks cute and friendly. She shook her head: "I'm from the author."

The girl widened her eyes and looked at the back of her chair.

The guests who came to the annual meeting had their names posted on every seat, and the writers posted their pseudonyms.

"Painting a bridge!" The girl covered her mouth: "You are actually that big brother who is not hanging!"

Meng Xinqiao thinks that she is just a small miscellaneous soldier in the online literature world where strong players tower like clouds and pyramids, so when this girl said this, she really blushed a little: "No, no, it's not a boss, just... ...average author."

She glanced at the back of the girl's chair curiously: "Ah! Braised prawns in red!" She suddenly stretched out a hand: "Hello, hello, I have heard the name for a long time."

This is a relatively well-known author in the romance area. Meng Xinqiao often sees it when he goes to the romance area to pick up the list. Essentially, this is a big boss than her.

The stewed prawns smiled and said, "Hey, don't be so polite, but sister Huaqiao, you look so good-looking!"

"well enough."

"how old are you!"

"21..."

"Yeah, then I shouldn't call you sister, I'm 22."

Meng Xinqiao looked at the girl, oh no, Da Xia, felt that her personality was somewhat similar to Xiao Liu, and immediately became more friendly: "Otherwise, let's call her by name."

After a while, another girl came next to her, a danmei boss named Tomato Dalumian.

Meng Xinqiao: "Why do I feel a little hungry?"

Dalu noodles and prawns waved their hands: "Just get used to it."

There are more and more people in the hall, and ten people on their side are almost full. Everyone who introduces themselves is a famous name who has sold film and television copyrights. Meng Xinqiao also met a man named Xiangsuji Lily author.

hungrier.

Meng Xinqiao has never been to such an occasion, so he can only observe how other people are social. Other areas have long chatted with each other. Maybe writers generally have social terrorism, and people in the area of ​​writers are generally He didn't chat much, and was thinking about how to get in touch with people from the film and television company, when he found someone came to chat with Da Xia.

After a while, someone suddenly chatted with her: "Is it painting a bridge?"

Meng Xinqiao was suddenly a little nervous.

"I'm from xx film and television company." The man handed her a business card.

Oh, it turns out that you can just sit and wait.

Social fear people feel that they love the profession of writers very much.

Of course, ordinary web writers would not have this kind of opportunity, but those who came to the annual meeting today are relatively well-known and potential authors, and it is normal for them to be favored by film and television companies.Now that the web literature market is becoming saturated, there are very few phenomenal hits published on the Internet. As the books of these authors with a certain readership base, even if the results are good, the full copyright can be won for a million dollars at most. The investment and production of a film and television drama is just a drop in the bucket, and it is even more incomparable with the actors' remuneration.

The atmosphere of chatting gradually became stronger, and there were more and more people in the venue. Meng Xinqiao found that there was an endless stream of people looking for her, and she was a little strange. She hadn't finished writing this book yet, and she was not famous at all. At this point, why are there so many companies looking for her.

She even began to suspect that this was a cake painting conference, and she was secretly vigilant, don't take these people from the film and television company too seriously, maybe the copyright editor won't hit her after going back for a month or two.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the annual meeting finally officially started. The noisy hall gradually quieted down, and the lights were dimmed. Meng Xinqiao sat in her seat and breathed a sigh of relief. She was so hungry because of the names of the adults around her, and felt that there was nothing to do next. , took a piece of cake to eat, and went back to the hotel after watching the show.

The prawn sitting next to him said: "Qiaoqiao, don't eat it, we will be on stage later."

Meng Xinqiao was stunned for a while: "What stage are you on?"

"Don't you know? We are the outstanding authors of the year."

She knew it, it was written on the invitation.

"The outstanding author of the year will be awarded on the stage soon, there are ten of us, so why do you think we are sitting in such a good position in the first row?"

Meng Xinqiao: "...no one told me."

"Oh, it's not important, just go up and walk through the scene."

Meng Xinqiao asked in a low voice: "Then what prize?"

"It shouldn't be a good prize, but we will show off, and the film and television company will see us. There were quite a few people looking for you to chat with just now."

Meng Xinqiao suddenly thought of something: "Our photos won't be posted online, will they?"

"No, this kind of annual meeting has never been allowed to be published on the website. There are many authors who don't like to lose their horses. The website will consider it."

Meng Xinqiao was relieved.

It's been a long time, and I don't know how long it has been. Before they "authors of the year" came to the stage, the host first called "authors with the most potential" to come on stage.

"What kind of award is this?"

"It's the author who has achieved excellent results in the first book from last year to this year, and this year there is a new encouragement award." Da Xia said.

"Wow, you understand so well." Meng Xinqiao admired sincerely.

In the next second, she couldn't express her admiration.

Because the host called names one by one, Meng Xinqiao heard "Xiao Liu is not surnamed Yan".