Full-time spare tire, no love and no love [Transmigration Book]

After dinner, Fu Yuzhen insisted on sending Jiang Meisheng home, and made an appointment with him on Dongdong.

In the afternoon, Jiang Meisheng was typing, saving the manuscript for the new article, and wrote [-] words, couldn't help touching the fish for a while.He logged into Penguin, and the editor left him a message two days ago, saying that there was a pen club in Meizhou City, an offline pen pal club jointly organized by Greenpoint Original Network and Culture Company, and asked him if he wanted to join.

Meizhou City is not far from Yanzhou City, and it takes more than an hour to drive back and forth.The PEN will be held for two days and one night, and the host will prepare a place to live.

Jiang Meisheng didn't have much interest in this kind of activity, but he remembered it. His father's friend Huang Zhusheng lived in Meizhou. Last time he went to buy paintings from Professor Zhao from the Academy of Fine Arts. I don't know if this Uncle Huang helped him. Busy, better pay a visit.

He left an affirmative reply to the editor.

The editor quickly arranged for him and sent the meeting place.

The pen meeting was on the weekend. Jiang Meisheng greeted Jiang Yusheng, prepared his clothes in advance, and left Yanzhou after lunch at noon on Saturday. He arrived in Meizhou in less than an hour.

Jiang Meisheng came to the hotel, signed up to the front desk, and signed in to receive the room card.At this moment several men were walking down the stairs, chatting and laughing as they walked.

Jiang Meisheng listened to their chat, and one of the men called the other "Yi Jian Da Da", so he couldn't help but take another look.These people probably came to participate in the pen meeting. He usually doesn't surf the Internet and doesn't know any authors, so he looked away after taking a look.

On the contrary, he was outstanding in appearance. When several men saw him, they had different expressions on their faces, ranging from bitterness to jealousy to envy.

When a man passed by, he glanced at the registration book at the front desk, yelled, and exclaimed: "You are the Shoumei by the river?!"

Several men were surprised.This man looks so good-looking, but he is still the most powerful rookie god recently, God is too unfair!

The man called "Yijian Dada" who was surrounded by the crowd was in good shape. He looked in his early thirties, and immediately extended his hand to Jiang Meisheng: "Hello, I am Yijian Shanhe."

Jiang Meisheng shook hands with him with a smile. Although he didn't know who Yijian Shanhe was, the other party was quite friendly, and there was no need for him to put on a cold and unfriendly attitude.

Yijian Shanhe glanced at his room number and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I live next door to you, let's play games together at night."

"Go when you are free."

Jiang Meisheng finished the check-in process, said goodbye to Yijian Shanhe and the others, and entered the elevator.

As soon as he left, the few people around Yijian Shanhe started talking: "I didn't expect Shoumei by the river to grow well. If I were him, I would be able to rely on my face for a living. Who would bother to code words like this!"

"Hey, some people will be reincarnated, and they won't be envious."

"I heard that his "The First Demon Master" sold tens of millions of copyrights, which is a bit sour."

"Haha."

Generally speaking, there are relatively few people with red eyes like Laughing Crazy, who can't see newcomers in their early years. Most of the people who can be invited to participate in the pen meeting are old writers who have accumulated a certain amount of experience and know how to cherish feathers. The sour words are just lip service.

But it is not unreasonable to say that literati look down on each other. One of the authors named Cha Xiaoyou couldn't help but say: "The last time the forum was so big, Shoumei by the river was so messed up. As if nothing happened, there is really a city."

Yijian Shanhe frowned when he heard these yin and yang words.He and Jiang Bian Shoumei have no grudges in the past, and they have no grudges in the present. He has status, readers, and basic skills, so there is no need to embarrass newcomers and authors to make a fuss.The last time Xiao Chi Kuang used his name to be a demon, it already annoyed him a lot. Hearing Cha Xiaoyou's words, Yi Jian Shan He immediately said: "Otherwise, what do you ask him to do? Put on a cold face and someone will say it tomorrow." He's putting on airs. Don't make trouble for nothing."

Seeing Yijian Shanhe's obvious intention to protect, some authors who were about to make a move immediately fell silent.

Jiang Meisheng came to the room, saluted and then went out for a stroll.He has contacted his father's friends and plans to visit tomorrow.

He drove around Meizhou City.There is a landmark building in Meizhou City. There is Luomei Lake in Meizhou Park. There is a sculpture of Concubine Mei drawing water by the lake. Because the sculpture is too huge, it once caused heated discussions on the Internet.When Jiang Meisheng came this time, he naturally wanted to visit the park, and even took a photo of the statue of Concubine Mei and posted it on Moments.

After shopping enough, he went back to the hotel, changed his clothes and prepared to attend the pen meeting.At this time, a message came from the mobile phone. Fu Yuzhen asked him how he went to Meizhou, and Jiang Meisheng told him that he was coming to the pen meeting.

As soon as this message was sent out, Lin Yubai's news also came.During this period of time, he communicated with Jiang Meisheng intermittently, and Jiang Meisheng had already collected a lot of information.

Lin Yubai was adopted by his current parents. He was in the same school as Jiang Meisheng in middle and high school. Because he skipped several grades, he was still Jiang Meisheng's junior when he entered junior high school. After graduation, he entered medical research.

Still part of the information can be matched with Novel [-], Jiang Meisheng decided to assume that Lin Yubai is the protagonist of Novel [-], and then see if the subsequent development will be consistent with Novel [-].If he is really Lin Yubai, then Huo Siyang will appear sooner or later.

When the time is right, he can tell the whole story of Lin Yubai's life experience.Otherwise, he is still not familiar with Lin Yubai now, and people may not believe him if he says it.

Lin Yubai is a busy person and rarely sends messages during the day.Jiang Meisheng looked at the chat box.

Lin Yubai: Coincidentally, I am also in Meizhou.

Jiang Meisheng: I'm here to attend the pen meeting, how about you?

Lin Yubai: There is an exchange activity with the research institute here in Meizhou.Where are you attending the PEN meeting?

Jiang Meisheng sent him the address and asked him: Do you want to come and have a look?

It would be great if Lin Yubai could come, Jiang Meisheng had a good impression of him, and today's dinner could solve the problem.

Lin Yubai replied to him: I'm afraid not, I can't leave here.I have time at noon tomorrow, why don't we have lunch together?

That's fine too.

Jiang Meisheng was delighted, agreed, and looked forward to the next pen meeting.

When he came to the hotel venue, there were already many people standing inside and outside the venue. Jiang Meisheng gave her name, and a young girl came up to her and said with a smile, "Is it Jiangbian Shoumei? I'm your editor, Mai Mai."

Although I have seen Jiang Meisheng's ID photo when he signed the contract, Mai Mai still couldn't hide his amazement when faced with the shock of his appearance.She took Jiang Meisheng around and introduced guests for him.The president of Green Dot didn't come, but Mr. Zhang, the administrative director, was a middle-aged man with a big belly and glasses.

In addition to Greenpoint Original Network, the organizer of this event also has two cultural industry companies, and the person in charge of one of them is actually someone Jiang Meisheng knows.

Mr. Yuan.

Jiang Meisheng remembered the last time he scolded Mr. Yuan at the bar, he didn't regret scolding this wretched fatherly middle-aged man, but it was a bit awkward to meet again.

Mr. Yuan was also a little surprised, and looked at him meaningfully: "So you are the Shoumei Jiangbian, nice to meet you."

Jiang Meisheng smiled, said hello, and went elsewhere.

Green Dot has both male and female channels. The author of the male channel is represented by Yijian Shanhe, and the female channel is represented by a female author.Jiang Meisheng was sitting under the stage, looking at Dongdong information from time to time. Many authors and Jiang Meisheng added Dongdong numbers to each other, and even created a group. They chatted while watching the party, which was quite lively.

After the meeting, the male authors went out to have a barbecue. Jiang Meisheng was not interested, so he declined Yijian Shanhe's invitation. He was about to go back to the hotel room when Mr. Yuan stopped him.

Mr. Yuan smiled and said, "I really didn't expect that you are Jiangbian Shoumei. You are well written and have a bit of talent, but you can't be too arrogant. Offending others to death will also cut off your own path."

Jiang Meisheng was funny, what kind of fatherly speech is this, when will it be the turn of a middle-aged wretched greasy man to teach others.

He looked at Boss Yuan: "I don't know what Yuan Boss is doing?"

Seeing Jiang Meisheng smiling, Mr. Yuan thought he had given in, and took a step closer: "Come on, if you don't want to have barbecue with them, then come with me, and I'll take you to a delicious and fun place."

"No." It seems that Mr. Yuan is still ruthless, Jiang Meisheng took a step back, "I don't know you well enough, so Mr. Yuan shouldn't try to get close."

Mr. Yuan's face darkened, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Jiang Meisheng, please don't toast—"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Meisheng waved his hand: "I don't eat any kind of wine, don't be so self-righteous, Yuan Boss."

He turned around and walked away swaggeringly, Yuan Boss was so angry that he scowled behind him.

The beach at night is quiet and far away, with the waves beating gently on the beach. Fu Yan sat idly under the landscape pavilion of the beach hotel. The pavilion is a wooden structure covered with brown palm leaves and smells like straw piles.

Xie Yu was joking and chatting with new friends by the bonfire by the beach. Fu Yan just wanted to be alone, let the waiter serve the wine, and leaned on the deck chair for a drink.

He was a little drunk, and remembered in a trance that he once went to the beach with Jiang Meisheng.

That time, Jiang Meisheng specially brought an easel and paints, saying that he wanted to paint the sunrise over the sea.As a result, for seven consecutive days, he couldn't get up in the morning on five days, but got up on two mornings, and fell asleep on his own while sitting on the beach watching the sunrise.

The moment the sun jumped out of the sea, Fu Yan shook him awake, Jiang Meisheng woke up, his face was full of sleepiness, and he just stared blankly at the sea, forgetting to draw or anything.

On the way back, Fu Yan complained to him: "I, a person who doesn't paint, watched the sunrise for seven days, but someone who wants to paint is fine, and slept for seven mornings."

Jiang Meisheng folded his arms and held his respect for himself: "The sunrise here is not beautiful enough. Next time we will go to the Sorolla Snow Mountain to watch the sunrise. In summer, the snow on the top of the mountain melts, and a small light blue, pink and purple flower blooms, covered by the sunrise. It is beautiful when the warm light burns."

Fu Yan sneered mercilessly: "I think you plan to gather the sleep experience of all the scenic spots. Remember to write a sleep evaluation after you go back."

Jiang Mei was so angry that she jumped up and hit him.

Although the words are exasperating, Fu Yan has already secretly started to arrange the itinerary, looking forward to the trip to the Sorolla Snow Mountain in summer.Unexpectedly, not long after they returned from vacation at the seaside, Xie Yu suddenly returned to China.

Fu Yan took another sip of the wine, picked up a local specialty red fruit, and took a bite. The sweet and sour taste spread on the tip of his tongue, making him half drunk, half awake.

In a daze, "Jiang Meisheng" walked into the palm viewing pavilion, sat down beside him, and said with a smile, "Why are you drinking here alone? You don't go out to play."

Fu Yan pulled him into her arms and kissed him on the forehead.

"Jiang Meisheng" froze, with a bit of joy: "You can let go when you're drunk."

Fu Yan smiled, unbuttoned his beach short sleeves, and suddenly stopped.There was nothing under the collarbone.

"Where's the mole?" Fu Yan asked inarticulately.

"what?"

Fu Yan picked up the red fruit, squeezed out the red juice, and tapped a little under the collarbone, only then was he satisfied.

The person in his arms froze.

Early the next morning, Fu Yan was having breakfast at the hotel. The assistant walked over quickly and whispered in his ear, "The butler at the villa is looking for you."

"what's up?"

The assistant handed him the phone, and the housekeeper's voice came: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Xie ordered us to send Pao Pao away last night. He said he was allergic to dog hair."

Fu Yan was silent for a while, and said wearily: "Do as he said."