Zheng Wanqing looked at the doorman of the Jinpu Railway Hotel. He was wearing white gloves and a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes. This combination of Chinese and Western styles was unique. When he pushed open the gilded door, she smelled a mixture of cigar and sandalwood.
Zheng Wanqing and Ji Chen carried their leather suitcases and stepped into the marble hall of the Jinpu Railway Hotel.
As Zheng Wanqing checked in at the front desk, she tilted her head slightly and scanned the surroundings. This typical German-style building exudes unique charm everywhere. Above her head, the gorgeous crystal chandelier is like a shining star, shining brightly and softly. The light refracted by the crystals, turning into countless crystal clear diamond-shaped spots, which fell on the dark green marble floor, covering the floor with a dreamlike carpet of light and shadow.
At the same time, the long whistle sound coming from the train on the Jiaoji Railway outside the window, interweaving with the dreamy light and shadow in the hall, constitutes a wonderful and unique picture of time and space, making people seem to travel through time and space in an instant, feeling the fusion and collision of history and modernity.
After completing the check-in formalities, the two came to the room to rest for a while. They straightened their slightly tired bodies and carefully groomed themselves to ensure that they would be in the most appropriate posture for the next event.
Then, he walked up the stairs and headed towards the conference hall on the second floor of the hotel.
As you step into the conference hall, a solemn and elegant scene comes into view.
Twelve Baroque arched windows are neatly arranged on both sides of the wall, with dark green velvet curtains hanging from the windows. The deep and rich dark green, like a quiet forest, exudes a mysterious and noble atmosphere, creating a solemn atmosphere for the entire conference hall.
The podium is ingeniously made of retired teak sleepers from the Jiaoji Railway. Every grain on the teak sleepers seems to silently tell the glorious days when trains once passed by.
On the podium, there is a Telefunken copper loudspeaker, whose cold metallic luster contrasts with the warm texture of the teak podium.
At this time, scholars from all over the country were already sitting quietly in their seats waiting. They were talking in low voices, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of anticipation for the feast of knowledge that was about to begin.
When the host solemnly announced "Ms. Qingwu of Daxue Bao" in fluent Chinese and German, there was a slight commotion in the originally quiet conference hall among the old-school literati in long gowns and the modern-style scholars in suits and leather shoes.
Zheng Wanqing walked onto the stage gracefully, with an elegant posture and graceful manners. A burst of whispers suddenly came from the audience, like the rustling of a breeze through a bamboo forest:
"Is this the famous editor Qingwu?"
“It’s really unexpected that the author of that insightful article ‘Modernity of Female Literature’ is such a young and beautiful woman…” The discussion stopped abruptly when she unfolded the mulberry paper manuscript.
"Gentlemen," her voice was like a spring hitting a stone, "the real literary revolution is not to change the family, but to open glass windows in the ancestral blue brick courtyard..."
Zheng Wanqing had a clear and pleasant voice, and her speech was clear, logical, and well-cited. The audience listened attentively, nodded from time to time, and their eyes showed recognition and appreciation.
Ji Chen sat quietly in the best seat in the third row. Through his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes followed the glittering figure on the stage from beginning to end. In his eyes, Zheng Wanqing at this moment was like the brightest star in the night sky, emitting an irresistible light.
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