Shen Qingqiu felt her head buzzing.
Waiting for the forest gate?
In this cold wind?
Have we been waiting for a while?
This kind of treatment is something that even city leaders might not receive, let alone students!
"The chili oil at that little shop is a bit pungent, Lin. Is it to your liking?"
Gu Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back, smiling as he looked at Lin Que.
His tone was so familiar, as if he were greeting a younger relative.
Lin Que showed no sign of being flattered.
He simply bowed slightly politely and replied neither servilely nor arrogantly:
"The flavor is authentic, spicy enough, and strong enough. It's much more flavorful than the tea served at the venue."
Shen Qingqiu's heart tightened, and she subconsciously tensed her arms.
Her fingertips almost dug into Lin Que's sleeve.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Gu Changfeng laughed heartily and pointed at Lin Que, speaking to Liang Wenyu beside him.
"Old Liang, you see, I told you this kid was a remarkable person, didn't I?"
This wild spirit is just like ours when we were young.
Liang Wenyu also smiled and adjusted his glasses:
"Yes, there are quite a few young people these days who can write articles."
However, most of them are potted plants grown in greenhouses, which are exquisite but have shallow root systems.
Like Lin,
A wild rose that dares to display its thorns in the wind is a rare species.
After laughing, Liang Wenyu composed himself:
"Lin, just now at the meeting..."
Due to some unforeseen circumstances, we were unable to have a proper chat.
Chairman Gu and I both think that the theory you put forward today is very interesting.
Literature should be diverse and diverse; it shouldn't have only one flavor.
Some comrades, having sat in the same spot for so long, have grown accustomed to the taste of plain tea.
Occasionally trying strong liquor might feel harsh on the throat, which is perfectly normal.
He paused for a moment:
"Therefore, we two old men would like to extend a special invitation to you to visit the Provincial Writers' Association and have a cup of tea."
Don't worry, we won't talk about rules, we'll only talk about literature.
I wonder if Lin would do me the honor?
Shen Qingqiu listened from the side, her heart pounding with fear.
How about we go visit the provincial writers' association?
This isn't just drinking tea, it's blatant affirmation! It's an endorsement!
In front of the entire literary community of the province, Lin Que was elevated to an unprecedented height!
But at the same time, an inappropriate thought suddenly popped into her mind.
Is this the legendary "amnesty"?
If Lin Que goes, will he be bound by the rules of these older generations?
Will he become the next Fang Zhenyun?
She instinctively wanted to refuse on Lin Que's behalf, but then immediately shook her head.
I'm just being too concerned and making a mistake.
These two people in front of me are true masters, people who truly cherish and value talent.
How could someone do something so destructive!
Lin Que looked at the two elderly people.
Their eyes were clear and open.
There was no condescending scrutiny, only equal appreciation and expectation.
This is a pure form of respect that transcends age and status.
Lin Que smiled.
He straightened his slightly disheveled collar.
He abandoned his nonchalant attitude and bowed deeply to the two elderly people.
“I dare not refuse the gift from the elder.”
Since both of you seniors don't look down on me, a high school student, then I must ask for this cup of tea."
Gu Changfeng nodded in satisfaction.
He turned to the side and made a "please" gesture, indicating that Lin Que should get into the car first.
“Let’s go. I have a jar of premium Da Hong Pao tea that’s been stored for several years. We’ll use it to accompany your story tonight.”
Lin Que did not refuse, and bowed again before walking calmly toward the Hongqi sedan.
Shen Qingqiu watched Lin Que's retreating figure, then looked at the two chairmen with concern:
Chairman Gu, Chairman Liang
Lin Que isn't a bad person; he's just straightforward and outspoken.
If I offended anyone in the past..."
"Why."
Liang Wenyu waved his hand to interrupt.
"Teacher Shen is overthinking it."
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