1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 124 My father-in-law is a conservative!
Whether "Fuxi Fuxi" is Jiang Xian's most outstanding work remains to be discussed.

But in Jiang Xian's opinion, this must be Liu Heng's best work.

When talking to Zhang Dening about the review in Guangming X Newspaper, she was very excited. She did not expect Yan Gang to give such a high evaluation.

"You have brought shame to our Beijing Literature and Art Magazine again!"

"Teacher Dening, you are too polite." Jiang Xian said politely.

"Come, come, let's eat hairtail." Rao Yuemei came over with a plate of hairtail.

"Your pot of hairtail is really a great success!" Jiang Xian praised.

Zhang Dening's eyes lit up, "Auntie, you cooked really well. The hairtail is golden and crispy, and it looks very appetizing!"

Take a bite of the fish wrapped in pancake, and the rich aroma of sauce seeps out from the wrinkles of the fish skin. The toughness of the pancake and the softness of the hairtail meat intertwine in the mouth, making it impossible to tell whether there are any bones or not, and you just want to swallow it in one bite.

Zhang Dening ate with a happy look on his face, "No wonder there is a saying that goes 'When you roll fish with pancakes, you are too lazy to spit out the bones.'"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Jiang Xian's family couldn't finish eating so many hairtails, and they would easily go bad if left for too long, so they simply took them to Zhu Lin's house in the afternoon to deliver them.

The streets of the capital are already filled with the flavor of the New Year. Firecrackers are popping on Chang'an Avenue, and the festive atmosphere is spreading all the way. Zhongguancun doesn't seem too deserted either.

Jiang Xian recalled that this was the first time he visited Zhu Lin since she made her relationship clear to her family.

As soon as I entered the yard, I ran into Zhu Lin's mother, Dr. Liu.

"Jiang Xian!"

"Aunt Liu!"

Jiang Xian greeted him politely, "The New Year is coming soon. I said I would come to see you and Uncle Zhu. I brought you some hairtail fish."

When he held the hairtail in his hand, he stood out in the courtyard. This gift was given in a very dignified manner.

"Hey kid, just come if you want to. Why are you carrying anything? It's too polite. Come in quickly."

Doctor Liu was originally holding the door, but when he saw Jiang Xian carrying something and took a closer look at the delicious hairtail, he immediately smiled, opened the door and let him in.

"Are you feeling well?"

"Well, is everything going well for you at work?"

"It's going smoothly. Uncle Zhu isn't home?"

"He has an appointment to play chess with some teachers today. He should be back soon."

Zhu Hong was sitting and watching TV. When he caught a glimpse of Jiang Xian, his expression immediately became interesting.

"Brother-in-law!"

"Cough cough cough cough."

No matter how thick-skinned Jiang Xian was, he would be exposed now.

He first glanced at Doctor Liu beside him and saw that she just had a complicated expression. She didn't turn cold and her face didn't grim. He felt relieved and greeted Zhu Hong.

"Mom—who is it?" Zhu Lin's voice came from another room.

"It's Jiang Xian." Doctor Liu said loudly, and then said to Jiang Xian: "She is washing her hair."

"Just eat at home tonight, don't leave."

"Eh."

Jiang Xian sat down on the chair, and while he was drinking a cup of tea, Zhu Lin had finished washing her hair.

Her hair was very long and thick, and it was not dry yet. It was twisted into a bun similar to that of ancient women, giving her the charm of an ancient woman.

If it weren't for the reminder from the clothes on his body, Jiang Xian would really doubt whether he had arrived at the Kingdom of Women in Xiliang.

"Why are you washing your hair at this time?"

Zhu Lin quickly glanced around, then quickly wiped his eyes with her wet hands.

"I haven't asked you why you came at this time yet?"

"I'll send some hairtail to your house. I should come over before the New Year."

"Hairtail? You really know how to give it away. My mom complained at noon that she didn't have enough to eat."

Zhu Lin's almond eyes were filled with smiles. She was quite satisfied with his social skills and hooked her finger, "Let's talk in my room."

"Ah."

The two of them went into the inner room one after the other.

Zhu Lin closed the door, turned around and sat at the table. Facing the small mirror on the table, she let her hair down from a bun.

Jiang Xian suddenly smelled a rich and charming wet fragrance. "Did my mother give you a warning?"

"How could that be? Aunt Liu is very kind and amiable, just like my mother."

"Giggle cluck."

Zhu Lin covered her lips and laughed briskly, "Don't be too proud too soon. My dad read the article "Fuxi Fuxi" you wrote last night and didn't like it very much."

"What did Uncle Zhu say?"

"He thinks you shouldn't write this kind of thing that transgresses ethics. The novel is full of worship of primitive desires. Articles shouldn't be written like this. He says you are Kollontai or Akhmatova."

Boy, that’s quite a big opinion.

This is the disadvantage of writing a book under your real name.

For example, when Qiong Yao's drama "Outside the Window" was released, her mother was so angry that she went on a hunger strike. Even though Qiong Yao knelt beside the bed and begged, she refused to forgive her.

"Isn't Uncle Zhu studying economics? How come he is interested in literature as well?"

"How could such high-level intellectuals not pay attention to literature?"

Zhu Lin unscrewed the cap of Shanghai brand vanishing cream, took out some, applied it on her face, hands, and forearms, then sat down on the edge of the bed and said:

"Just write what you should write, but don't be influenced by him. He is used to being an authority, and he wants to point fingers at anything that doesn't suit his taste."

The layman guides the experts.

Jiang Xian is too familiar.

"No matter what you write, I support you." Her Majesty the Queen said with a look of admiration in her eyes.

This scene made Jiang Xian feel a little itchy like Yang Tianqing.

The two of them sat in the inner room and chatted for a while. Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Zhu Hong poked her head in.

"Dad is back."

Jiang Xian went out and saw a person standing at the door of his house. It was Professor Zhu.

"Uncle Zhu, you're back."

Professor Zhu nodded at him while taking off his coat, "Jiang Xian, come play some chess, and have a drink with me tonight."

"Hey."

Jiang Xian agreed and sat down at the eight-immortals table in the outer room to play chess with Professor Zhu.

"I didn't realize you're such a good chess player." Professor Zhu picked up the chess pieces and pondered.

"I become stronger when facing a stronger opponent," Jiang Xian said politely.

"You are just being modest. I remember you also wrote a novel about playing chess, which shows that you are very good at chess, which enabled you to finish it." Professor Zhu said as he took a step back.

Jiang Xian held up his pawn and said, "This has nothing to do with chess skills. Writing novels is more of a feeling. My chess skills have always been mediocre, but it's all thanks to a master who taught me some moves that I've improved my chess skills."

"Haha, you made a wrong move!" Professor Zhu smiled proudly, and played a delicate and lingering move, sacrificing his pieces to get ahead, giving up the cannon to seize the generals and elephants, and then said in a masterly manner, "Jiang Xian, playing chess is like writing a novel. The more dangerous it is, the harder it is to win. You should play with a grand momentum."

Jiang Xian remained calm and immediately sounded the horn to call back his troops.

The situation on the chessboard is constantly changing.

After more than ten moves, Professor Zhu's brows, which had been relaxed, gradually furrowed.

He hesitated for a long time before making his move and immediately showed a look of regret.

Seeing this, Jiang Xian tapped the chessboard lightly.

"Uncle Zhu, are we reconciled?"

"."

Professor Zhu snorted, his face unpleasant, and he fiddled with the chessboard. "Let me just say it straight. Since the people have given you paper, you shouldn't write those low-brow things."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lin on the side became unhappy and stood up.

"Dad, let's just play chess. Why are you scolding others?"

"I"

Before Professor Zhu could even open his mouth, Zhu Lin pulled the string like a mad rabbit, "If you don't listen to him, you won't have this meal. Let's go!"

After saying that, he put on his clothes, took Jiang Xian and walked out of the house.

Professor Zhu was left sitting there, looking at the messed up Chu River and Han River, glaring.

This is--

Not only did you lose your daughter, but you also lost your soldiers?
(End of this chapter)