王子虚眼睛微眯，意识开始神游，突然被点名，浑身一机灵，立刻不困了。
The leader said: "Our Comrade Wang Zixu, ah, he drank with us last time, ah, and his performance was very wonderful. Although it may be difficult to be recognized by the real literary circle, ah, but among lovers, ah, he is still very good. We all should encourage and learn from him, ah, read more."
After the leader finished speaking, his colleagues began to applaud, and he himself applauded. Everyone looked towards Wang Zixu and expressed their condolences to him with applause. Regardless of whether they were willing or unwilling, following the leader's rhythm, the applause continued, like waves of sea water hitting the rocks one after another, rushing towards Wang Zixu in the center.
"Congratulations, Comrade Xiao Wang." Gou Ju said.
What are you congratulating on? Congratulations on being officially certified as a "literary lover"?
Wang Zixu hung his hands in the air, not knowing whether to accept the applause calmly to show confidence, or to applaud with them to show humility. The former will appear conceited, the latter will appear cowardly. So he felt very uncomfortable.
The applause lasted for a minute, and Wang Zixu suffered for a minute. He felt that there was a huge absurdity at the bottom of this scene.
Just like the end of "EVA", everyone is applauding Shinji Ikari. What are you applauding for? This was a question he had wanted to ask since he was watching cartoons when he was a child. Now he still wants to ask this question.
A thick-lipped middle-aged white man quietly touched his back, put his hand on his shoulder, and said softly to him:
"You have to know that you are not what they call a literary lover. You entered literature with free will and free choice. This is the road of no return. You are not a literary lover, you are a literary martyr. Today you will be a lunatic, a hooligan, a fool, and tomorrow you will be you. Otherwise, there is no need to give in to others’ eyes, which is your hell.”
Wang Zixu looked back at him: "I know who you are, you are Sartre."
The man smiled: "Yes, I am Jean-Paul Sartre."
Wang Zixu said: "You are really ugly."
"It doesn't matter, but you have to become the freest person on this earth."
The man's figure disappeared. Guo Ranran's furious face was revealed behind him.
Oh.
Many years later, when Wang Zixu won a certain literary award and stood on the stage, facing the mighty applause of hundreds of people in the audience, he suddenly thought of today's scene.
It was then that he realized that the collective applause was a ceremony held by his colleagues in the work unit. Through this ceremony, they forcibly transferred the hat of "literary lover" to his head. This is not a congratulation, this is a coronation, a coronation ceremony for "literary lovers".
And all he tried to do later was to snatch the hat from the Pope and put it on himself like Napoleon. You have no right to crown me. I am the only one with this qualification.
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晚上，王子虚接到左子良的电话，他的声音十分慌张，还气喘吁吁的，告诉他在平常去的那家咖啡厅见面。
He casually thought of a way to fool his wife, sneaked out of the house, arrived at the location, and soon saw Zuo Ziliang's iconic bald head. When he saw his appearance clearly, he was completely shocked.
Zuo Ziliang described himself as haggard, like a homeless man who hadn’t slept for three days. Even the oil spots on his bald head were telling of exhaustion.
“What’s wrong with you?” Wang Zixu sat down opposite him.
“Calm down first.” Zuo Ziliang said.
Wang Zixu said: "I'm very calm."
Zuo Ziliang said: "You won't be calm after a while."
"What's wrong?"
"Make sure you are calm first."
"I have to know what happened first?"
"Damn, you are not calm at all!"
"You are the one who is not calm, okay!"
Zuo Ziliang sighed, finally accepted the reality, and said: "Your script has been leaked."
Wang Zixu said: "What does it mean that it has been leaked?"
"Literal meaning."
Wang Zixu was a little confused. Even if it means literally, I don’t know what it means.
His scripts are sent to Zuo Ziliang regularly and quantitatively, and then Zuo Ziliang distributes them to Wen Ming speech therapists. Speaking of leaks, I never thought of keeping it secret from the beginning. It's only a matter of time before others see you. He didn't understand what Zuo Ziliang was worried about.
Zuo Ziliang explained to him: "Not only was it leaked, but it was also leaked by the establishment. All of your scripts last month were leaked out. They were posted online. They were pretty damn popular."
"It was posted online by the establishment?" Wang Zixu straightened his body.
Zuo Ziliang pushed the phone to him: "Look."
What Zuo Ziliang showed him was the Red Pepper Forum. The prince fiddled with his phone for a while, reading and listening to Zuo Ziliang's explanation. After he understood the meaning of every data and every piece of feedback on the page, he finally started to get anxious.
Because of his script, it was titled "The Little Prince's 40 Love Letters to the World" and was posted online and became popular.
At present, the number of people who have read his script alone has reached more than 200,000, the number of forwards exceeds 10,000, and thousands of people have sent flowers.
Flowers are virtual gifts that need to be purchased in this forum. Wang Zixu calculated that the cost of flowers alone was about twelve thousand yuan.
He was dumbfounded.
"Doesn't that mean that this person made more than 10,000 yuan by using my manuscript?"
Zuo Ziliang took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped the sweat on his head and face, and said:
"No, money is still a small matter..."
"More than 10,000 yuan! This is a small thing!" Wang Zixu was a little excited, "I worked hard for more than a month, and it's only 20,000 yuan!"
Zuo Ziliang stretched out his hand to try to comfort, and whispered: "Keep your voice down...Okay, it is indeed a lot of money for you, but there are worse things."
"How do I get the money back? Can I sue him?"
The sweat on Zuo Ziliang's head became more and more: "Okay, okay, these are all secondary, this Money is not important, the important thing is..."
"Shut up! This money is very important!"
Zuo Ziliang was shocked.
"Ten thousand yuan is equivalent to three thousand boxes of harvest, seven hundred boxes of duck leg rice, one hundred and sixty boxes of calcium carbonate, fifty cans of milk powder, and an original Porsche headlamp. Do you care? You don't care at all, you only care about yourself!"
It took Zuo Zihao a long time to say: "Why did you buy a Porsche headlamp?"
"Who said I want to buy it?"
Zuo Ziliang calmed down his mood and said: "Don't worry about the money. If you want it, you can definitely get it back. I'm afraid you don't want it, but don't worry. There is a more difficult problem at hand. "
"Say."
"We have a user who wants to see you," Zuo Ziliang raised his head and said.