The fate of writers

Chapter 116 Jiang Ling’s double-sounding exception
"Why are you still in a daze? You don't need to know any of these people here, but you have to know our Ms. Xie Peiling." Zhao Ruyi first said a lot of good things for Jiang Ling, and then ordered Jiang Ling, which can be said to be very I did my best.

"Thank you, editor. Please give me more advice in the future." Jiang Ling thought a lot, and when the words came to his lips, all he could say was a dry hello.

Jiang Ling herself felt that she was not up to date, wasting Zhao Ruyi's heart, and she didn't know where her enthusiasm with Zhao Ruyi had gone, maybe it was because she was not familiar with her, or maybe she was a little scared of this. A person of character.Xie Peiling always reminded Jiang Ling of the dean. A student meeting a teacher is not like a mouse meeting a cat.

The recognition process passed quickly, and the main reason was to accommodate Jiang Ling.

When the food and drink came, there was a glass of wine in front of everyone on the table, oh, except for Jiang Ling, whose glass was filled with clear tea.

Jiang Ling didn't drink alcohol, she said she couldn't drink alcohol, and when she drank, she had a splitting headache, and then went mad.

The implication is that if you don't want a good banquet to be disturbed, don't persuade her to drink.

Just drinking and eating food is too boring, Wen Kaili can't bear it, she is trying to play the drinking order.

All the cultural people present naturally nodded in agreement.Jiang Ling... Jiang Ling is very broken!I don't know if the modern discipline is too profound. She reopened it without any spirituality, especially in poetry and poetry.

Jiang Ling swore that he wanted to become a "big writer", but he did so in quotation marks!She is just a bad novelist, and she knows something about literature.

Jiang Ling was excluded again, and she volunteered to be the referee.

Wen Kaili is indeed a cheerful and enthusiastic person. She noticed Jiang Ling's wandering situation, and the drinking order was transferred to her, so she punished herself with a drink, and then yelled that she couldn't play, and wanted to change the game.

"Let's play drumming and pass flowers!"

"it is good."

"You start cheating when you lose, as expected of you."

Some people made fun of Wen Kaili, but they all agreed to change the game.

Jiang Ling picked up a new pair of chopsticks and wanted to be a drummer, but Wen Kaili took them away.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, no one can steal from me."

Jiang Ling felt Wen Kaili's kindness, but she didn't need it!Jiang Ling collapsed, Jiang Ling screamed in her heart, she felt that eating melons and going to the theater was also very happy, she didn't feel left out, really, she was quite happy with herself.

No matter how much Jiang Ling screamed in his heart, he could only smile and hand the chopsticks to Wen Kaili. She could not refuse her kindness.

The game started soon, and Xu Cunying's pocket watch replaced the flowers.Amidst the sound of chopsticks beating regularly, Jiang Ling immersed herself in it unconsciously. She began to become nervous, and soon the watch was passed to her, who was she going to pass it to, oh, it was Zhao Ruyi!
Just when Jiang Ling was about to pass the watch to Zhao Ruyi, the beating stopped.

Jiang Ling withdrew his half-stretched hand and smiled: "It seems that my luck is not very good."

"Hurry up, show a talent, or tell a story from personal experience, choose quickly." Wen Kaili was excited. She didn't expect Jiang Ling to win the lottery in the first round, but it was just right, and the sense of participation was there. Yet?
"Choose quickly, choose quickly!" Zhao Ruyi also booed.

"Qianli, choose quickly!" Zhou Zhou hurriedly urged her to choose.

Okay, this is making a bad friend by mistake.

"Then I'll just tell a story." What is talent?Jiang Ling said that she didn't know, she couldn't write and write, she couldn't sing perfectly, and playing the piano was like playing cotton. Thinking about it this way, Jiang Ling felt that storytelling was her home, anyway, she had so many stories.

(End of this chapter)