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Chapter 202
"Not used to it?" Wang Zhong asked with a smile.

"A little bit!" In fact, the main thing is to be shocked by Wang Zhong's age, otherwise why would it be so.

"The conditions at home are simple, and there is only some rough tea, Mr. Wen, don't be disgusted." Wang Zhong smiled and poured a cup of tea for Wen Qinghua.

It was a coincidence that Wen Qinghua came here, Wang Zhong was alone at home.

"Mr. Wen has a good temperament, I don't know where to get a job?"

"I don't dare to call it a high achievement, but now I am a lecturer in Jinling Normal University. I am honored to read Mr.'s works. I am shocked by heaven and man, so I take the liberty to come to visit..."

"Okay, okay, you and I are young people, so don't make those polite words!"

"The visitor is a guest. It is my honor to be valued by Mr. Wen for a few of my humble works."

Wen Qinghua was quite surprised by Wang Zhong's easy-going: "Sir, you are being modest!"

Wang Zhong said: "You are older than me, it is inappropriate to be called Mr.!"

"There is no priority in learning, and those who have mastered it first! Mr. Li's skill in literary creation is far beyond what I can match!" Wen Qinghua said sincerely.

Wen Qinghua's sudden arrival surprised Wang Zhong, and the method surprised him even more.

After chatting for about half an hour that day, Wen Qinghua got up to leave, but after that, Wen Qinghua often came to visit.

Every time he came back, he would always bring gifts, which of course were not expensive things. Wang Zhong didn't want to let people go home empty-handed, so he gave Wen Qinghua the first drafts of several sets of collector's editions sent to him by the publishing house.

After going back and forth, the two gradually became acquainted and became friends who talked about everything.

Wang Zhong looks young, but he has the accumulation and knowledge of the world in three copies. He has hardly read many books in ancient and modern China and foreign countries.

The more we got in touch with each other, the more Wen Qinghua felt that Wang Zhong's profound knowledge and vast experience were like rivers, lakes and seas, boundless and boundless.

Although Wen Qinghua was curious, he never asked Wang Zhong why he had profound knowledge far beyond his age.

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"What's the matter?" On Jiangsu Road, in a luxuriously decorated small western-style building, at the dining table, a woman in her thirties, with a beautiful face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and her hair in a bun looked at the text in front of her. Tsinghua couldn't help frowning and asked.

"It's nothing, I thought of a friend!" Wen Qinghua met her sister's gaze and said with a smile.

"Friend? What friend?" Wen Qingxue asked.

"Uncle, what friend?" Wen Ju'an, who was sitting next to Wen Qinghua, also looked at his uncle curiously.

From before eating to now, my uncle, who used to be indifferent to everything, has gone away three or four times in a row. How could Wen Ju'an not be curious.

"A strange man, a nationally famous writer friend!"

"Is that the writer Qing Shan you mentioned last time? The one who wrote "Hexi Corridor"?"

Wang Zhong's "Hexi Corridor" was inspired by a documentary he had seen in reality, combining Wang Zhong's decades of life experience in the Northwest Gobi Desert and a book written by what he saw and heard. Composed of short stories, involving multiple areas in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, the humanities, food and specialties displayed in it are fascinating.

"It's Mr. Qingshan!"

Wen Qinghua said: "Mr. Qingshan is also from Nanjing. He lives in the Drum Tower area. He is not only knowledgeable and talented, but also has superb medical skills. Last time I accidentally fell asleep when I was sleeping. The pain did not heal for a few days. I just asked Mr. Qingshan to take a look, and he was cured immediately."

"Oh? There are such strange people in our Nanjing city?" Although Wen Qingxue was a little surprised, she was not shocked.

Since ancient times, there has been no shortage of strange people who hide in the turmoil of the world of mortals. Their literary family is from a scholarly family with a long history of education.

"Not only that, sister, do you know how old Mr. Qingshan is this year?" Wen Qinghua pretended.

Wen Qingxue shook her head, looked at Wen Qinghua, and asked, "How old are you?"

"25 to 26."

"What?" Wen Qingxue's beautiful eyes widened, she looked at Wen Qinghua, and said in disbelief, "25 to 26?"

"I remember when "Hexi Corridor" was first serialized, it seems to be a few years ago?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Didn't that mean that Mr. Qing Shan was only eighteen or nineteen years old when he wrote this book?"

Wen Qinghua corrected with a smile: "To be precise, it should be 17 years old!"

"17 years old?"

"How can such a young man write such excellent works?" Wen Qingxue's family background, her own talent and talent are also good, and now she is engaged in this field of work, so there is no doubt about her ability to appreciate literary works .

"When I just found out, I was shocked!" Wen Qinghua looked at his sister's reaction and couldn't help showing emotion.

"Perhaps, there are really geniuses in this world!"

Wen Qingxue nodded involuntarily.

His eyes inadvertently shifted to his daughter Wen Ju'an next to Wen Qinghua. Thinking of Wen Ju'an's achievements, he made a comparison between Wen Ju'an and the Mr. Qingshan that Wen Qinghua was talking about.

At about the same age, he has already written classics such as the Hexi Corridor, but his daughter didn't even get into college.

"Uncle, this Mr. Qingshan really wrote "Hexi Corridor" at the age of 17?" Wen Ju'an couldn't believe it.

A 17-year-old boy can write works that even a proud person like Wen Qingxue likes.

"It is indeed 17 years old!"

"Then Mr. Qingshan is really amazing!"

Wen Anju didn't feel any frustration. He nodded first, then his eyes lit up, and he asked curiously, "Uncle, which university did this Mr. Qingshan graduate from?"

"Mr. Qingshan didn't go to college!" Wen Qinghua smiled and shook his head, looked at his niece, and suddenly changed his voice, saying: "Mr. Qingshan's parents left early. They lived together, and later even his cousin passed away. Mr. Qingshan followed his cousin to take care of the five children of his cousin. A few years ago, he resigned from the factory and opened a medical clinic by himself. Reading and writing, writing manuscripts for magazines, and helping his cousin send five children to school."

"This Mr. Qingshan is really amazing!" Wen Ju'an couldn't help but nodded and expressed emotion.

"The sharp edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!" Wen Qingxue also said with some emotion: "The hardships of life have not worn away the edges and corners of Mr. Qingshan, but added a lot of charm to his writing!"

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"That's not right!" While chatting, Wen Qingxue suddenly realized: "Tsinghua, haven't you known this Mr. Qingshan for a long time?"

Wen Qinghua said: "Mr. Qingshan and I have known each other for almost half a year!"

"Then you are?"

Wen Qinghua said: "It's like this. Mr. Qingshan has read a lot of martial arts novels from Hong Kong and Taiwan in the past few years, and read a few volumes of "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman" by Huanzhu Louzhu. , Trying to write a few stories about martial arts, and recently I am collecting some ancient books, as well as Taoist scriptures and Buddhist scriptures, I thought, sister, you have collected a lot of ancient books in the past few years! I just want to ask you to borrow them!"

"That's it?" Wen Qingxue gave her younger brother a sideways look.

(End of this chapter)