After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 334 No need to thank me, I just want to be idle!

The sunrise is hopeful and the sunset is thoughtful. The best blessing is that all the beauty is as you wish. The wind in Kyoto this morning is a little cool, as if it is telling the past again, but the sunrise is particularly warm, healing people's regrets.

Ye Fengyao looked at the sunrise in the east, showed a warm smile on his face, turned around and looked at his small courtyard with nostalgia, put on his bag, pulled up his suitcase, and put on a "hard helmet" before leaving.

It is not the kind of safety helmet on the construction site, it is actually an ordinary men's hat. Safe is to protect his few hairs.

When he walked out of the house, he had just exhaled a breath of turbid air. The fresh air had not yet entered his mouth. Ye Feng frowned and looked at it. He wanted to see who was honking the horn in the early morning.

After seeing the license plate of the car, Ye Feng widened his eyes in disbelief, and then walked out of the car with a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, and then he exclaimed.

"Jin Changming, why are you here?"

"Why, what confidential base is your place to live? Can't I come?"

The man who was called Jin Changming said unhappily.

"I didn't mean that, I mean"

Ye Feng wanted to explain a few words, but Jin Changming was too lazy to listen and kept urging him to get in the car quickly.

Seeing this, Ye Feng had to smile bitterly and walk a few steps behind the car. Jin Changming had no intention of helping, and continued to tell him in an unhappy tone that the trunk was not locked.

Ye Feng was not surprised by Jin Changming's attitude of speaking. Even though the matter had been solved, his father had been controversial for a long time because of this.

After opening the car door, Ye Feng shouted in surprise again, because there was a kind-hearted old man sitting in the back seat of the car.

Seeing the old man, Ye Feng's eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet. The old man's name was Jin Zhongrui, and this was his noble man!

"Old Jin, you are here too."

"Haha, Xiaoye! I know you don't like to go out normally and don't have a car. Isn't this a way? So let Changming come and pick you up and let's go to the Writers Association together."

Kim Jung-rui responded kindly, and the preference on his face could not be concealed.

"What way to go! Dad, we live in the suburbs of the city, and we have to take a detour here."

Jin Changming complained very much, he didn't understand why his old man took care of Ye Feng so much.

At that time, not only was he willing to make his reputation and status, but he still had to accompany him to London to attend an international detective writer exchange meeting regardless of his old age. If that were the case, it would be fine. The key was not to take him with him.

"Driving your car well, you'll talk too much."

Jin Zhongrui said to his son with a stern face, and then turned around and talked to Ye Feng and returned to his warm smile.

"Old Jin, I'm still worried about your health. It will take nearly twelve hours to fly from Kyoto to London! You see, otherwise."

Ye Feng tried his best to persuade him.

"It's okay, my old bones are OK, haha, you really think I'm accompanying you! I want to compete with those Westerners again."

"Hmph, I don't agree with what they said about England as the birthplace of detective mystery novels. Bastardly, our ancestors left behind documents and books hundreds of years ago, cough. cough cough."

As Jin Zhongrui spoke, he began to get excited. When he mentioned England, he even sweared.

Ye Feng hurriedly patted Jin Zhongrui on the back and helped him to calm down.

Having said that, Ye Feng could not understand that Jin was always worried that he would suffer losses at the exchange meeting and wanted to help him stand on the stage.

He couldn't help but persuade him. Ye Feng sighed and took care of him on the road.

Hearing the sigh, Jin Zhongrui comforted him instead.

"Xiao Ye, don't worry! This time we were on a special plane, with a bed specially designed for rest, so we won't be too tired."

"Special plane? Good guy, Dad, you have a great face!"

Jin Changming answered a mouthful in front.

Ye Feng was surprised and confused, and he didn't know about this.

"Haha, this is not my face. Strictly speaking, Xiaofeng and I are a machine-free machine. Isn't this Tianhong's science fiction novel "Three-Body Problem" won the Kimpler Award! There are several old guys in their science fiction circle who insist on going to witness the scene. The president and the others couldn't persuade them, and they were worried about their bodies, so they simply booked a special aircraft."

"Tianhong, Chen Tianhong? Mr. Jin, are you talking about the same plane with him this time? But wasn't Jinpuler's award ceremony four days later? Why did they go so early?"

"I don't know this. I guess they want to "show off" earlier. Xiao Ye, if you can win the Ellen Master Award, Ren and the others will do the same."

Ye Feng smiled. The Ellen Master Award is the most valuable award in detective novels. All detective novelists have two dreams. One is to win the Ellen Master Award, and the other is to write a story case of "perfect crime".

But so far, Ye Feng has not completed any of them, and he has not thought about this now. He was so happy that he was so happy that he was told by Mr. Jin.

Finally, I could see Hongwen saying thank you in person. If I hadn't read the novel "The Swordsman in the Snow" he wrote, I wouldn't have known everything Mr. Jin did for himself, and maybe I would never have known it. If that were true, it would have been a sinner for the ages (foreshadowing, Chapter 107).

More than half an hour later, Jin Zhongrui and the others arrived at the place. Ye Feng got out of the car and helped to get his luggage and backpack. Fortunately, Mr. Jin didn't have much luggage, so he could carry it alone.

Before leaving, Jin Changming's attitude also improved. He solemnly asked Ye Feng to take care of his father on the way.

Ye Feng agreed to this, but in fact, he would take good care of him without Jin Changming's words.

"Old Jin, where are we going?"

Ye Feng is not very familiar with the headquarters of the Writers Association. He has a rather home-like personality and hasn't been there a few times.

"Go to the reception room on the first floor, oh, by the way, you send a message to Lu Huaiyi, Shu Xingkun and the others to ask where they are going, and wait until they come to the reception room."

Lu Huaiyi and the others who followed Jin Zhongrui to attend the exchange meeting. They are all famous writers in the current domestic detective novel circle.

Of course, the most famous one is Ye Feng, which can be seen from Jin Zhongrui's extra care.

At this time, a staff member came to inquire. After learning about Jin Zhongrui and the others' identities, he helped to get the luggage and said that he would be delivered to the airport in a unified manner.

Ye Fengdekong pulled out his hand and made a call, briefly explained the matter, and then followed Jin Zhongrui into the living room.

At this time, there were more than a dozen people in the living room, most of them were old people, a few were middle-aged people in their thirties and forties, and no young people were.

Seeing this, Ye Feng was a little disappointed. He didn't see the person he wanted to see the most, but he didn't have time to let him think too much, because Jin Zhongrui had already started introducing the people in the conference room to him.

Without exception, they are all famous science fiction writers in the circle, especially a few of the old men, although they have stopped writing books, their status in the Writers Association is not low, and they are all honorary members of the Writers Association. They are difficult to see normally, unless there are special activities to see them.

It is obvious that, as Jin Zhongrui said, Chen Tianhong won the Golden Plumer Award is a big deal, and it is a first-class big deal.

After greeting him politely, Ye Feng found an inconspicuous corner to sit down, and the writers were also divided into circles. Now most of the conversations in the house are about science fiction circles, and he can't get into it.

It was not until several detective writers came to the conference room that Ye Feng's lonely situation improved, and he talked and laughed to them about the exchange meeting.

Just when it was warm, the door of the conference room was pushed open again.

Ye Feng looked up habitually and saw that the first person who came in was an old man over 50 years old. His head and eyes were very heavy, but he was full of energy. He laughed loudly as soon as he entered the conference room.

He knew this old man, Cao Xingkui, president of the East China Writers Association, and he had another identity, the teacher of the genius young Chen Tianhong.

Ye Feng's eyes paused on Cao Xingkui for a few seconds, and his gaze soon fell on the young man following him.

To be precise, it was a young boy, about 20 years old, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, with a bright smile on his face with a handsome face, and a young man's spirit between his eyebrows and eyes.

Although he had never seen Chen Tianhong in reality, Ye Feng still recognized him at a glance and determined who the protagonist of this special plane trip was.

Because after Chen Tianhong entered the house, all the science fiction writers stood up and surrounded him enthusiastically and talked to him.

"Tsk tsk, all the stars are supporting the moon! Even Mr. Jin took the initiative to come forward to say hello to him. Ah Qi, are you envious?"

A detective writer next to him touched Ye Feng's arm and said half-jokingly.

Ah Qi is Ye Feng's pseudonym. Writers sometimes call each other's real names, sometimes call them pseudonym. For example, many people call Chen Tianhong and they also call him Hongwen.

"What's there to envy about this? Lu Huaiyi If you can shine in our exchange meeting, no, you won the Ellen Master Award, Mr. Jin will definitely welcome you on his own initiative. We will also let you feel the stars that will support you."

"That's right, it's true that people have fulfilled their dreams of all their science fiction writers, and it's worth enjoying such treatment."

"Haha, maybe we can enjoy a special plane flying to London this time, it will be a blessing for others."

Several detective writers began to joking with each other.

Ye Feng did not participate in the discussion, and he could hear that these people were all sore.

But it is understandable that anyone who sees someone who is much younger than him but has a much higher reputation than him is normal. Envy and jealousy are normal reactions.

What’s funny is that when there was a gap, they stood up and took the initiative to pull Ye Feng forward to say hello to Chen Tianhong and make a familiar face.

Ye Feng did not refuse this. He had long wanted to thank Chen Tianhong in person. Unfortunately, before he could express his gratitude, Chen Tianhong was pulled away.

Until they set off for the airport, Ye Feng still didn't find a chance because Chen Tianhong had been "defended" by science fiction writers.

"Hongwen has endured the burden that he shouldn't have to bear at his age!"

On the road, Ye Feng sighed infinitely in his heart.

"Old Bu, Old Yang, Brother Wang, Brother Xie. Then you guys talk about it first! I got up a little early in the morning and was very sleepy. I'm sorry, I'll take a short look first."

Chen Tianhong said politely and politely to the enthusiastic middle-aged and elderly writers in an undeniable tone, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Just as Ye Feng sighed, he really couldn't stand it anymore and was so tired!

If he could make a new choice, Chen Tianhong would definitely postpone writing "The Three-Body Problem" for two years, and would definitely not win the Kimpler Prize so early.

Chen Tianhong did not expect that Kimpler's influence would be so great that it exceeded the sum of all the awards he had won before.

Since the principal Xu Changfeng went to the dormitory to wake him up, he has not been idle every day since then, and has participated in interviews with the news media, celebrations in science fiction circles, as well as various activities such as schools, writers' associations, education bureaus, etc., and was so busy that he even postponed his date with Liu Yifei.

The reason why they went to London four days in advance this time was proposed by Chen Tianhong. He wanted to hide abroad and planned to stay for a few more days after receiving the award, and come back after the popularity of the country.

Chen Tianhong, who had squinting his eyes, fell asleep within a short while. Before going to bed, he remembered the famous saying in a sketch in his previous life.

It is difficult to be a person, but it is even more difficult to be a celebrity. It is even more difficult to be a young celebrity. Sometimes it is not necessarily a good thing to be too outstanding!

When he woke up again, he had already arrived at the airport. The special plane he took this time was smaller than the civil aviation passenger plane. It is said that it was taken by ministerial leaders before, with all kinds of facilities, including a special bedroom for rest, a living room, office, and entertainment room, like an air hotel.

After Chen Tianhong boarded the plane, he wanted to go directly to the assigned bedroom to rest, but he only had this idea himself, and everyone else sat in the living room to chat, so he felt embarrassed to go there. After all, even those elderly people who were much older than him didn't go to rest. It seemed too pretentious to go there.

But if you want to sit with your teacher Cao Xingkui and those science fiction writers, you will definitely have to say fucking your mouth and smile stiffly again. You will be too tired.

"Tianhong, come here to sit here."

Before Chen Tianhong could think of a solution, an "respected" old man had already begun to greet him.

"well"

Still unable to escape, Chen Tianhong sighed, gritted his teeth, squeezed his face with a stiff smile, and sat over.

While dealing with it, he was thinking about ways to escape from the sea of ​​suffering. At this time, he suddenly discovered a phenomenon.

I had a great time having a chat with myself. The old man called Old Jin did not sit with them, but sat in another place in the living room, divided into two groups from this side, as clearly as the Han boundary of Chu River and Han.

"Why did Mr. Jin and the others sit there?"

Chen Tianhong asked curiously.

"Oh, Lao Jin said they want to talk about the exchange meeting works. Tianhong, you won't be interested in detective novels, are you?"

An old man explained with a smile and asked a question casually.

"Detective novels, exchange meetings."

Chen Tianhong murmured in a low voice, his eyes rolled, and he thought about it.

"Haha, Mr. Bu! I really like reading detective novels. I'll listen to the works that Mr. Jin and others talk about, learn it, you guys talk, I'll come back later."

After saying this, Chen Tianhong went straight to the direction where Jin Zhongrui was.

It’s not that he is really interested in detective novels, but that he goes there and listens with his ears, which is better than talking with his mouth here!

"Old Jin, please disturb you, can I listen to it! I like listening to stories deciphered by detectives."

Chen Tianhong said politely and modestly in the court of Jin Zhongrui.

"Yes! Yes! Sitting, Tianhong."

Jin Zhongrui moved his butt and kindly pulled Chen Tianhong to sit beside him. Several detective writers also expressed their welcome.

"A Qi, it's up to you!"

Coincidentally, the next person to share the preparation of the work was Ye Feng.

"Well, I know, wait first, Hongwen, please allow me to express my gratitude to you! Thank you!"

Chen Tianhong, who was originally planning to listen to the story, was stunned.

"Thank you, what the hell is it? I'm here to listen to the story. Brother, don't let me talk! No thanks! Please, I just want to be idle!"

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