The day of the rematch was a bit stuffy, with thick gray and white clouds covering the city, as if it was about to rain, and it seemed like God couldn't bear the little rain, so the two sides were bored in the air.?????????

Jiang Shuiyuan got up early as usual. When exercising downstairs of the hotel, he looked at the foggy sky and couldn't help but sigh: If my mother was sober, she would definitely check the weather changes in the next week in Shanghai before leaving, and then put all the things she used in summer, such as umbrellas, Rendan, Cool Oil, Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, etc., into the trunk. Nowadays, the suitcase is much lighter, but when it comes to rain or high temperatures, it is difficult to catch it in the emergency.

Now Jiang Shuiyuan can only pray silently, hoping that God will appreciate his face and not pour heavy rain on the way to participate in the competition, so as to pour yourself into a chicken!

The weather was beautiful. Until Jiang Shuiyuan went out, he still looked like rain but not raining. However, the temperature gradually increased. The heat waves that seemed to be there were like mist gently floating on the cage, making everything in front of him hazy and twisted. Jiang Shuiyuan quickly began to sweat, and his clothes were stuck to his body with glue, which was not good at all. It felt like walking was more difficult than usual.

Despite the bad weather, there are still crowds of people outside the field.

Jiang Shuiyuan held the admission ticket in his hand and quickly passed through the crowd with steaming meat and entered the competition conference room. Thank goodness! The conference room was air conditioned and adjusted to the most suitable temperature for the human body. The slightly cool cold breeze swept over, which immediately boosted the spirit of Jiang Shuiyuan.

There were already many people in the stadium. Some were sitting on chairs uneasy and looked around carefully. Some were sitting deaf and staring at the outside world, closing their eyes and resting. Some were looking down on the world and looking down at the heroes, looking proudly at the new ants. According to Jiang Shuiyuan's estimate, the latter should be an old man or a well-known young writer who participated in a competition, wanting to find some sense of accomplishment in the newcomers.

Jiang Shuiyuan kept a normal mind and regarded the competition as a monthly exam in the school. After checking the stationery, he also began to close his eyes and rest.

When the time comes, the invigilator will give the questions and answer sheets.

Jiang Shuiyuan is in a relatively high position. When he got the questions and answer sheets, his first reaction was not to look at the questions, but to be surprised: Ah! The answer sheets were not plaid paper printed on essay paper, but ordinary A4 copy paper! What if he was possessed by Zhang Xuhuaisu at some point, wouldn’t the handwriting be like a female driver who had just obtained a driver’s license and ran wildly on the endless prairie?

At this moment, the boy behind him spoke in surprise: "Damn, what the hell is this?"

Jiang Shuiyuan patted his head and read the question quickly. There are two questions, both of which are very concise. The first is two words "Exile", and the second is a picture with a dazzling array of dishes with colors, fragrance and flavor. The legendary Manchu and Han banquet was not the same. If Jiang Shuiyuan could talk through the mouth, he probably had already blurted out at this time: "Steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted flower duck, roasted chicks, roasted geese..."

New concepts, new concepts, are indeed new enough! Not to mention the variety of dishes, just a "exile" is enough for more than 200 middle school students to think about it for a whole morning. Everyone knows what wandering means, and also knows what the situation is in the world of destiny, but who knows what kind of life experience is "exile"? The new is also reflected in the restrictions on articles, except for "limited time for three hours". Unlike monthly exam compositions that often stipulate "above 8 oo characters", "no genre, except for poetry", etc.

Since there is no word limit, the simpler the better. If you can solve it with fifty words, you will never need fifty ones! Jiang Shuiyuan looked at the dimmer sky outside and made up his mind.

Poetry is undoubtedly the simplest form of expression, but the topic of "exile" is too heavy, and the dishes on the table are too complicated. Using poetry to make clever and clever is not a little difficult to use. Amid the "chi" sound of two hundred contestants writing hard, Jiang Shuiyuan thought hard for ten minutes, and then wrote the question on the answer sheet: the one-act play "Exile".

(Muqi: In a wooden house in the mountains near the border, a mountain man was sitting by the fire, and a knock on the door, exiles entered the house.)

Exiles: No matter who you are, please pity a person who is in exile! They are offering a reward to capture me!

People in the mountains: How much reward is offered?

(The exiles leave immediately.)

Jiang Shuiyuan looked at it from beginning to end, and confirmed that there were no typos and words that were blocked. He stood up and prepared to take the paper. As soon as he stood up, a muffled thunder sounded outside the window, followed by a strong wind, dust and plastic bags were storming everywhere, willow branches flew horizontally, and the sky suddenly darkened. It was estimated that the heavy rain would pour down in minutes.

The invigilator asked, "What's wrong with this candidate?"

Jiang Shuiyuan knew that if he gave up the paper, he would definitely be soaked in a straight line. The wind would not last long, and the rain would not last long. Let’s wait before talking! His thoughts were straight: “I want to ask a question. If I finish writing the answer sheet at hand, can I ask again?”

As soon as the words were finished, the sound of "dummy" and "sun" in the examination room suddenly came one after another. It's not a surprise to everyone! At the beginning of the show, each person had four A4 sheets. Even if the words were large, 2O words were written on each page, and 8O words were written on the page. The key competition only started less than twenty minutes, and it also included the time of conception. How could everyone here feel to you like this?

"Yes! You sit down first, I'll send it to you right away." The invigilator replied.

"good!"

After a while, four pieces of A4 paper were indeed delivered. Jiang Shuiyuan lay bored on the table, listening to the muffled thunder outside the window, and the sound of thunder was as tight as the sky was dark as ink, and the heavy rain was already close. Facing the white paper sent by the invigilator, Jiang Shuiyuan picked up the pen again. Since he was idle, he would write some more! Then he wrote on another piece of white paper: "Lunch".

I saw her while watching a drama.

During the break between the curtain, I walked over at her greeting and sat down next to her. The last time I saw her was a long time ago. If someone hadn't mentioned her name, I would have almost never recognized her. She started talking to me with great enthusiasm.

"Look, it's been several years since we first met. Time flies! Do you remember the first time I saw you? You invited me to lunch."

Can I not remember?

That happened three or four years ago. I lived in the capital. I rented a small apartment outside the Jingshi University. From there, it was a cemetery. The money I earned was only enough to survive. She had read one of my novels and wrote to me about the book. I replied to her thank her. Then I received another letter from her saying that she passed by the capital and wanted to talk to me. But her time was limited, and she had only free next Thursday. That morning, she was going to the Forbidden City and asked me if I would like to invite her to have a meal at Maxim’s restaurant at noon.

Maxim Restaurant is a frequent visitor of MPs. Going there is far more than my financial ability, I had never even thought about it before. But I was flattered at the time, and I was too young to learn to say "no" to a lady. (Article, few men learned this trick, and by the time they learned it, they were often old and what they said was insignificant to women.) I still had 12 o'clock in living expenses that month, and a light meal shouldn't cost much. If I don't go to the restaurant next two weeks, I can still deal with it.

I replied that I will be having my friends at Maxim's restaurant at 42:30 next week.

She was not as young as I thought. Her appearance was not as beautiful as she was, but rather plump and grand and extraordinary. In fact, she was 28 years old and had big white and neat teeth. The impression I had was that the number of them had exceeded the actual needs. She was very talkative, but because the topic she wanted to talk about seemed to always be related to me, I listened attentively.

When I brought the menu, I was shocked. The price was much higher than I expected. But her words made me feel relieved.

I never eat anything for lunch, she said.

Jiang Shuiyuan stopped writing because he felt a figure beside him. When he looked back, the magazine president Wu Qifei was standing behind him: "It was very well written, and the beginning caught the readers, and the suspense was set very cleverly. Keep writing and just pretend I don't exist!"

Jiang Shuiyuan handed over the manuscript of the one-act drama "Exile" to Wu Qifei: "Ji, this is the composition I participated in. As for what I write now, I just practice writing casually. In addition, when I write things, I don't like others watching by the side. Thank you!"

"Oh? Then I will read your essay on the side and I won't bother you!" Wu Qifei was very tactful, "But I hope you can finish your novel. As long as you can finish it, I will invite you to go to Maxim Restaurant for lunch! You may know that Maxim Restaurant also has branches in Shanghai, and it is not inferior to Beijing!"

After Wu Qi flew away, Jiang Shuiyuan took a look outside the window. At this time, raindrops as big as beans had already fallen densely. The wind was blowing rain, fog and earthy smell were everywhere, and even the conference room was not spared. He sighed and continued to write:

"Oh, don't say that!" I answered generously.

"I never had one dish. I think people are eating too much now. Maybe it's okay to have some fish. I don't know if they have salmon."

Ah, the salmon season has not arrived yet, and there is no on the menu, but I still asked the waiter. Yes, I just got a first-class salmon in. This is the first time they bought this product this year. I ordered a serving for the guest. The waiter asked her if she wanted to eat something else when cooking salmon.

"No," she replied, "I always only eat one dish unless you have caviar. I never refuse caviar."

My heart sank slightly. I knew I couldn't afford to eat caviar, but I couldn't tell her directly, and I told the waiter to bring caviar. I ordered the cheapest dish on the menu, which was lamb chops.

"I think it's unwise for you to eat meat," she said. "I don't know how you can work after eating greasy things like lamb chops. I don't agree with overfilling your stomach."

Then came the drinks problem.

“I never drink drinks for lunch,” she said.

"So, I," I replied immediately.

"But white wine is exceptional," she continued, as if I hadn't said it, "French white wine is very light and very digestible."

"You want something to drink," I asked politely, but it was not as enthusiastic.

She smiled sweetly and showed her white teeth.

“My doctor only let me drink champagne.”

I guess my face must have turned a little pale. I asked for half a bottle, and by the way, my doctor absolutely forbids me from drinking champagne.

"Then what are you drinking?"

"water."

She ate caviar and salmon. She was very happy and talked about art, literature, and music. But I was muttering in my heart, I wonder how much the meal would cost. When my lamb chops came up, she taught me seriously: "I see you are used to eating a lot at noon. I'm sure this is not good. Why don't you follow me and eat only one dish? I believe you will feel much better then."

"I plan to eat only this dish," I said.

At this time, the waiter came over with the menu again. She waved her hand gently and told him to walk away.

Jiang Shuiyuan stopped writing again because Wu Qifei stood behind him again at some point.

Before Jiang Shuiyuan could speak, he first explained: "I have finished reading the short drama you wrote. It is as short as the poem you wrote before. Although it is very short, it is meaningful. There are very few writers who can reach your level! But it is still too short. Perhaps the novel you wrote now can make up for this regret well!"

"I said, this is just a casual practice!" Jiang Shuiyuan emphasized again.
Chapter completed!