Song Wenlan looked at the girl in front of him with surprise. She was very cute, wearing a layered pink princess dress, and looked very innocent and lovely.
"Ao Weiwei."
Song Wenlan called up her memory from memory, and she replied with a smile: "I remember you, I am also your fan."
Ao Weiwei's eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were filled with a sea of stars.
However, soon, Song Wenlan's words made this sea of stars fall silent.
“It’s just a pity that I didn’t get to see your complete work.”
Ao Weiwei's eyes were dead, and he glared at the Dream Starworm who was gloating beside him.
It’s all your fault. The good ones don’t work but the bad ones do.
Meng Xingchong glared back fiercely. If you don’t update well, you still expect to get his good face?
"Ao Weiwei, Master Zaosi still has to go on stage to sign autographs, please don't make trouble."
The Dream Starworm flapped its wings and flew over, blocking Ao Weiwei's sight with its body, and pointed its wings in the direction of Song Wenlan's signature: "Master Zaosi, sign there."
"Hey, Dream Starworm, don't block me."
Behind the Dream Starworm, Ao's slightly annoyed voice came.
Song Wenlan watched them playing with a smile, and nodded slightly to Ao behind the Dream Starworm as a greeting.
"Then Weiwei, we'll talk later."
After saying that, Song Wenlan walked up to the steps for autographs.
The signing process was discovered in ancient activities, and it has a more ritualistic feel.
When Song Wenlan was signing, Ao Weiwei was watching from below and couldn't help but cover her red cheeks shyly.
Mr. Zaosi called her Weiwei!
Although Ao Weiwei and Song Wenlan are about the same age, Ao Weiwei couldn't help but regard Song Wenlan as a senior.
This is probably because Song Wenlan is a pioneer in many genres in the field of novels.
Not only Ao Weiwei was looking at Song Wenlan, but the other authors also looked at Song Wenlan.
In those eyes, there was envy, admiration, and more importantly, the desire to fight.
One day, they will also stand in Song Wenlan's position.
Everything here was filmed. The King Insect sat upright in the room, watching everything with a pair of golden eyes, especially watching Song Wenlan's figure.
It turns out that this is the author of Zaosi who brought her countless feasts?
Song Wenlan signed her name, and the authors below waved at her.
"Master Zaosi, please sit here."
"Here, here, Master Zaosi, come here."
"Master Zaosi, I am your reader. Please sit here!"
Faced with countless invitations, Song Wenlan felt a little amused and flattered.
She looked around the scene and finally sat down next to Ao Weiwei, who was waving her hands most happily.
Ao was slightly surprised, and looked provocatively at everyone around him.
The other authors rolled their eyes and turned their heads away: Childish!
Inside the publicity hall, lights of various colors lit up simultaneously.
The Authors Conference has officially begun!
Ao twisted his body slightly, but finally couldn't help it and whispered to Song Wenlan: "Master Zaosi, I have a finished work."
Song Wenlan was stunned for a moment, then smiled apologetically at her: "Sorry, I've been too busy recently and haven't seen it yet. I'll catch up when I get back."
A feeling of satisfaction suddenly welled up in her heart, and Ao Weiwei finally sat down gracefully.
No matter which meeting it is, there is always the plot of introducing the leaders. What surprised Song Wenlan was the king of the tribe of networms.
It was a female networm with a small green grass ring on her head and her beautiful face full of majesty.
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