When Wang Zixu was walking on the road, a Porsche Cayenne came from behind and slowed down beside him.
The car window lowered, revealing a delicate face. The woman pushed the sunglasses on her face to her forehead and said:
"Hey, Prince. "Xu, when we were talking about you in the office, why didn't you say that you were Wang Zixu?"
Wang Zixu looked thoughtfully at Ning Chunyan's beautiful eyes, her starry face was shining, and her eyes were flowing. He was thinking about this somewhat boring question, his mind was in a trance, and his heartbeat was a little faster.
“Wang Zixu is not an important person.” He replied.
His pace quickened, as if he wanted to escape. Ning Chunyan stepped on the accelerator to catch up with him, and the Cayenne's engine made a sweet roar.
"Really? I think he is an interesting character." Ning Chunyan said with a smile, "Have you always been so cool? When others are talking about you, you just listen quietly and don't talk and pretend to be an expert."
Wang Zixu was confused. The difference between the self in Ning Chunyan's eyes and the self in his heart was so big that he doubted whether she was mocking him.
“I’m not cool. I’m just not good at talking.”
“I’ll go. Even cooler.”
Outside the government office building is a long green avenue. The sun shines through the camphor leaves and falls on the car, leaving mottled light spots. The reflection of the city drifts on the car window.
The prince imagined that the real person in Ning Chunyan was really different from what he imagined. Her writing is timeless, beautiful and pessimistic. If he hadn't met her in such good weather, he would have always thought that Ning Chunyan was a cold and cold woman like a nun.
Ning Chunyan said: "Have you read a lot of books?"
"Well, I have read a little. The more I read, the less I feel."
"You like literature very much?"
"Only like literature."
"Have you ever written any works?"
The scripts written in Wen Ai first flashed through Wang Zixu's mind, and finally he shook his head and put this idea out of his mind. Zhong rushed out and said:
"I have only written a few short stories."
"Are you writing pure literature? Not Internet articles?"
Wang Zixu stopped and thought about whether Wen Yan was pure literature or Internet literature, and then said firmly:
"Pure literature."< /p>
“There are really not many people who are still adhering to the position of pure literature. It is quite rare. Where are your works published? I will pay my respects.”
The prince turned to look at her blankly: "It has not been published."
Ning Chunyan covered his mouth and laughed, smiling like Cao Shuang when he learned that Sima Yi had fallen into Zhuge Liang's empty city plan.
After laughing for a while, she said: "I knew you had never published anything, and you were depressed all over your body. All the unmotivated literary lovers I have ever seen are like you."
Wang Zixu felt that she was specifically here to ridicule him. If she was deliberately messing with her own mentality, Wang Zixu could only admit that she was very successful. He asked:
"What does it look like to be successful? Are they all like you?"
Ning Chunyan in the Porsche Cayenne sat up slightly and said with a little pride: "Of course not, I am unique."
Wang Zixiu said that I am also unique. But he was embarrassed to say it. Even if a person like him is unique, he is not unique in a good direction. No one is as unique as this.
Ning Chunyan said: "However, you are also a rather peculiar type among the budding literary lovers.
"There are many types of depression, most of which are manic depression. I feel that I am the best in the world, and I wish I could drag myself to the sky. In fact, I can't even reach the toes of real famous people.
"But you belong to the rare kind of depressed person. I am so depressed that I am speechless. When we were discussing you in the office, how did you feel? Sad and angry? Proud? Or secretly happy?"
Wang Zixu said: "To be honest, I have no intention. Love. Confucius said, "Isn't it a gentleman if you don't know something?" Ning Chunyan said: "That seems to be sad and angry."
Wang Zixu was not in the mood to argue with Ning Chunyan. The more he argued, the more he felt like the sad and angry Kong Yiji, talking about "a gentleman is poor" or "a person".
He suddenly realized that these were all Ning Chunyan’s tricks. She just wanted to see herself argue. Fortunately he wasn't fooled.
Ning Chunyan smiled and brushed away the hair that hung down on her face, and cleared her throat: "I'm actually here to tell you that Director Mei actually appreciates you."
"Really?"
"After you left, he praised you behind your back. "I've been scolding you for a long time."
"I let him down,"
"I can understand you,"
"Huh?"
"I don't like socializing or socializing, I just like to stay at home and do things I like. When I talk to people like Shen Qingfeng, I feel uncomfortable all over. To be honest, I think he is..."
She gestured with her mouth to use a vulgar word, and Wang Zixu was shocked. He didn't expect that a lady like her could say such a word.
Ning Chunyan continued: "But you have to talk to them. Although everyone is nominally a literati with an immortal style, they are very particular about the scene. Each one will retaliate against the other. Xiao There are so many ways to do it. If you accidentally offend one of them, they will disgust you to death behind your back." Wang Zixu said, "It sounds quite boring."
Ning Chunyan sighed: "Yeah. It's quite boring. So, after knowing the truth about the literary world, are you still willing to squeeze in?"
Wang Zixu said: "Yes. It is like this in other places in the world."
Ning Chunyan smiled: "You are a wonderful person."
< br>The two walked for a while, and Wang Zixu said: "I will turn around here and go home."
Ning Chunyan cleared his throat again and stretched out his mobile phone: "Then, add WeChat?"
Wang Zixu said: "I am already married."
Ning Chunyan showed a deeply offended expression, and her mood was a bit unstable: "Do you know you are very rude!"
Wang Zixu was surprised: "What's wrong?"
Ning Chunyan looked hurt: "I asked you for WeChat...it's not because I want you. There is no one else on your phone except you. Wife, there is no other member of the opposite sex? "
Wang Zixu paused: "Yes, my mother, my grandma..." Ning Chunyan was speechless: "Then let me tell you today, not all the people of the opposite sex who ask you for WeChat want to have sex with you! It's really rude of you to do this!"
Wang Zixu took out his phone guiltily: "Oh, then... do you scan me or should I scan you?"
"No more, no more! You're married! I don't deserve it!"
"You deserve it. You deserve it."
"I understand. What you just said is true. You really can't speak." Ning Chunyan looked in disbelief, "A person like you actually has a wife."
Despite saying this, the two of them exchanged contact information in the end. When Ning Chunyan returned home, her father, a retired university professor, was sitting on a recliner in the living room reading a book, with reading glasses on his face.
“Dad. I’m back.”
The old father put down his reading glasses, glanced at his daughter who rushed into his room with the upper edge of his eyes, and asked leisurely:
"How was the meeting with Mei Rucheng today? Did you gain anything?"
He did not get an answer from his daughter. After a long time, the daughter came out of the room and handed over a note. The old father raised the note and read out the words on it:
"Lying and watching the plum blossoms in winter, the moon is white, and I wonder if the snow is all over the village in front of me at dusk. Is this written by Mei Rucheng?"
Ning Chunyan did not answer his question, but just asked: "Mr. Ning, based on your many years of cultivation of ancient poetry, what do you think of this poem?"
Ning Bingru held up the note, recited it repeatedly, and then said: "There is only one line of poetry, which cannot be analyzed from the perspective of thought and overall style. It was written by a modern person, and there is nothing to talk about about the meter. It only talks about the intention, which still has an ancient flavor, but it is too focused on describing the scene, without much depth, and the writing is not It's very concise. But the artistic conception is quite good." Ning Chunyan asked with a smile: "What if I told you that this poem was written in half a minute?"