After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 334 You're welcome, I just want to be free!
There is hope at sunrise, and thoughts at sunset. The best blessing is that all the good things come as you wish. The wind in Kyoto this morning is a bit cool, as if it is telling the past, but the sunrise is especially warm and healing. Regret in people's hearts.

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

It's not the kind of hard hat on the construction site, but it's actually an ordinary men's hat. It's safe, and it's to protect his few hairs.

When he walked out of the house, he just exhaled a mouthful of stale air, and the fresh air hadn't entered yet. The sound of the "Didi" horn made Ye Feng frown. He wanted to see who was honking the horn in the morning to disturb others.

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

"Jin Changming, why are you here?"

"Why, what kind of secret base is where you live! I can't come?"

The man who was called Jin Changming said angrily.

"I didn't mean that, I meant"

Ye Feng wanted to explain a few words, but Jin Changming didn't bother to listen, and kept urging him to get in the car quickly.

Seeing this, Ye Feng had no choice but to walk a few steps to the back of the car with a wry smile. Jin Changming didn't intend to help, and continued to tell him that the trunk was unlocked in an unhappy tone.

Ye Feng was not surprised by Jin Changming's attitude. Even though the matter had been solved, no matter how he said it, his father had been burdened with controversy for a long time.

After opening the car door, Ye Feng yelled again in surprise, 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 getting moist, the old man's name is Jin Zhongrui, this is his nobleman!

"Old Jin, why are you here?"

"Hehe, Xiaoye! I know you don't usually like to go out, and you don't have a car, so this is the way, so I asked Changming to pick you up, and we went to the Writers' Association together."

Jin Zhongrui responded kindly, unable to hide the partiality on his face.

"Which way do you go! Dad, we live in the outskirts of the city, so we have to take a detour to get here."

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

Not only was he willing to give up his reputation and status at the beginning, but now he still has to accompany him to some international detective writers exchange meeting in London regardless of his old body.

"Drive your car well, you're the one who talks too much."

Jin Zhongrui said something to his son with a straight face, and when he turned to talk to Ye Feng, he restored his warm smile.

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

Ye Feng tried his best to persuade.

"It's okay, my old bones are fine, hehe, you really think I'm going with you! I want to fight with those Western guys again."

"Hmph, I don't agree with what they say that England is the birthplace of detective novels. Shit, our ancestors left literature and books hundreds of years ago, cough cough cough."

As Jin Zhongrui talked, he became excited, and when he mentioned England, he even swears.

Ye Feng hastily patted Jin Zhongrui on the back lightly, helping him to calm down.

Having said that, how could Ye Feng not understand that Jin always worried that he would suffer a disadvantage in the exchange meeting, and wanted to help him stand on the platform.

I couldn't persuade him anymore, Ye Feng sighed, he should take care of himself on the road.

Hearing the sigh, Jin Zhongrui comforted him instead.

"Xiaoye, don't worry! This time we are taking a special plane, and there are special beds for resting on it, so we won't be too tired."

"Private plane? Good guy, Dad, you have enough face!"

Jin Changming answered in front.

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

"Hehe, it's not because of my face. Strictly speaking, Xiaofeng and I belong to idlers. Isn't that kid Tianhong's science fiction novel "The Three-Body Problem" won the Kimpler Award! There are several people in their science fiction circle. The old guy insisted on going to the scene to witness, but the president and the others couldn't persuade them, and they were worried about their health, so they simply chartered a special plane."

"Tianhong, Chen Tianhong? Mr. Jin, you mean we'll take the same plane with him this time? But isn't Kimpler's award ceremony four days away? Why do they go so early?"

"I don't know about that. I guess they want to go to the "trickster" sooner, Xiaoye. If you can win the Ellen Master Award, Old 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 "perfect crime" story case.

It's just that Ye Feng hasn't finished any of them so far, and he doesn't think about it now, he was overjoyed by the news that Mr. Jin said.

Finally, I can see Hongwen and say thank you to him in person. If I hadn’t read his novel "Swords in the Snow", I would never have known what Mr. Jin had done for me, and perhaps I would never have known it. If that was the case, he would be a sinner through the ages (Foreshadowing, Chapter [-]).

After more than half an hour, Jin Zhongrui and the others arrived at the place, and Ye Feng got out of the car first to help carry the backpack. Fortunately, Jin Lao didn't have much luggage, so he could carry it by himself.

Jin Changming's attitude changed for the better before he left, and he solemnly asked Ye Fenglu to take care of his father more.

Ye Feng readily agreed to this, but Jin Changming would take care of it without saying anything.

"Elder Jin, where are we going?"

Ye Feng is not very familiar with the headquarters of the Writers Association. He has a rather homely personality and has not been here a few times.

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

The Lu Huaiyi that Jin Zhongrui talked about went to London to participate in the exchange meeting together, and they are relatively well-known writers in the current domestic detective novel circle.

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

At this time, a staff member came to inquire, and after learning of Jin Zhongrui's identity, he helped to carry the luggage and said that it would be sent to the airport uniformly.

Ye Feng took his hand out to make a phone call, briefly explained the matter, and then followed Jin Zhongrui into the living room.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen people in the living room, most of them were old people, a few were middle-aged people in their 40s and [-]s, and none of them were young people.

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

Without exception, they are all well-known sci-fi writers in the circle, especially some of the old ones, although they have closed their pens and no longer write books, but their status in the Writers Association is not low. They are all honorary members of the Writers Association, which is rarely seen. Unless there are special events and activities to see them.

Obviously, as Jin Zhongrui said, it is a big event for Chen Tianhong to win the Kimpler Award, and it is a first-class event.

After a polite round of greetings, Ye Feng found an inconspicuous corner and sat down. The writers were also divided into circles. Now most of the chatter in the room was about the sci-fi circle, so he couldn't get in the way.

It wasn't until several detective writers also came to the meeting room that Ye Feng's lonely situation improved, and he chatted with them about the exchange meeting.

Just as it was getting hot, 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 fifty years old. He had severe forehead wrinkles and eye wrinkles, but he was in high spirits. laughter.

He knew this old man, Cao Xingkui, the head of the East China Provincial Writers Association, and he had another identity, the teacher of the talented boy Chen Tianhong.

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

To be exact, it was a young boy, about 20 years old, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, with a bright smile on his handsome face, and the spirit of a teenager in his eyes.

Although he has never met Chen Tianhong in real life, Ye Feng still recognized him at a glance, and also confirmed who the protagonist of this special plane trip is.

Because after Chen Tianhong entered the room, those science fiction writers all stood up and surrounded him enthusiastically to talk to him.

"Tsk tsk, the stars are holding the moon! Even Elder Jin took the initiative to greet him, Ah Qi, are you envious?"

A detective writer next to him touched Ye Feng's arm, and said half teasingly half sour.

Ah Qi is Ye Feng's pen name. Writers sometimes call each other by their real names and sometimes by their pen names. For example, when many people call Chen Tianhong, they also call him Hongwen.

"What is there to be envious of? Lu Huaiyi, if you can shine at our exchange meeting, no, you won the Ellen Master Award, Mr. Jin will definitely take the initiative to welcome you, and the rest of us will let you Feel the stars holding the moon."

"That's right, that's right, they have fulfilled the dreams of all their science fiction writers, and they deserve such treatment."

"Hehe, maybe it's because of his honor that we can enjoy the special plane to fly to London this time."

Several detective writers started joking with each other.

Ye Feng didn't participate in the discussion, he could tell that these people were all sore.

But it is also understandable that anyone who sees a person who is much younger than himself but has a much higher reputation than himself, envy and jealousy are normal reactions.

The funny thing is, when there was a gap, they got up and pulled Ye Feng forward to say hello to Chen Tianhong, to get acquainted.

Ye Feng didn't refuse this, he wanted to thank Chen Tianhong face to face, but unfortunately Chen Tianhong was dragged away before he could say his thanks.

When they left for the airport, Ye Feng still didn't find a chance, because Chen Tianhong was always "guarded" by science fiction writers.

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

On the way, Ye Feng felt infinitely emotional in his heart.

"Old Bu, Old Yang, Brother Wang, Brother Xie. Why don't you talk first! I woke up a little early in the morning and was sleepy. I'm sorry, I'll take a nap first."

Chen Tianhong spoke politely and politely to those enthusiastic middle-aged and elderly writers in a tone that could not be rejected, then he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Just as Ye Feng sighed, he really couldn't stand it anymore, he was so tired!
If he could choose again, Chen Tianhong would definitely postpone writing "The Three-Body Problem" for two years, and definitely not win the Kimpler Award so early.

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

Ever since the principal Xu Changfeng went to the dormitory to wake him up one day, he has been busy every day, participating in interviews with the news media, celebration parties in the sci-fi circle, and various activities at the school, the Writers Association, and the Education Bureau. Even the date with Liu Yifei was postponed.

The reason why they went to London four days earlier this time was proposed by Chen Tianhong. He wanted to hide abroad, and he planned to stay for a few more days after receiving the prize, and come back when the heat in the country is over.

Chen Tianhong, who squinted his eyes, fell asleep after a while, and the last thing he thought of before going to sleep was the famous sentence in a certain sketch in his previous life.

It's hard to be a person, it's even harder to be a celebrity, and it's even harder to be a young celebrity. Sometimes being too good isn't necessarily a good thing!
When he woke up again, he had already arrived at the airport. The special plane he took this time was smaller than the passenger plane of civil aviation. It is said that it used to be taken by ministerial leaders. Living room, office, entertainment room, like a sky hotel.

After Chen Tianhong boarded the plane, he really wanted to go directly to the assigned bedroom to rest, but only he had this idea, and everyone else was sitting in the living room to chat, so it was embarrassing to go, after all, even those older than The old man much older than him didn't go to rest, it seemed too hypocritical for him to go.

But to sit with the teacher Cao Xingkui and those science fiction writers, I must talk dry and smile hard, too tired.

"Tianhong, come, sit here."

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

"Ugh"

Still unable to hide, Chen Tianhong let out a long sigh, bit the bullet, squeezed his smiling face, and sat down.

While coping and talking, he was thinking of a way to get out of the sea of ​​suffering, when he suddenly discovered a phenomenon.

I had a good chat with myself just now, but the old man called Jin Lao didn't sit with them, but sat in another place in the living room, which was divided into two groups from this side, as clear as the Chu River and the Han Dynasty.

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

Chen Tianhong asked curiously.

"Oh, Lao Jin said that they are going to talk about the works of the exchange meeting, Tianhong, you are not interested in detective novels, are you?"

An old man explained with a smile, and asked a question along the way.

"Detective novels, exchange meetings."

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

"Hehe, Mr. Bu! I really like reading detective novels. I'll go and listen to the works that Mr. Jin and the others talked about, and learn a little. You guys talk, and I'll be back later."

After saying this, Chen Tianhong walked directly to where Jin Zhongrui was.

It's not that he is really interested in detective novels, but it's better to go over there and listen with his ears than to talk here!

"Mr. Jin, excuse me, can I listen in for a moment! I really like listening to the stories deciphered by detectives."

Chen Tianhong said to Jin Zhongrui politely and modestly.

"Yes! Yes! Sit down, Tianhong."

Jin Zhongrui moved his buttocks, and kindly pulled Chen Tianhong to sit beside him, and several detective writers also welcomed him.

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, what the hell, I'm here to listen to the story, brother, don't let me talk! You're welcome! Please, I just want to be free!"

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