After Wang Zixu left. Only Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan were left in the private room.
Ye Lan turned to look at Zuo Ziliang: "Do you think he can do it?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "He is a little prince. How can he not do it?"
Ye Lan said: "You know, in fact, the most critical part of your plan is not that the other party believes that he is the little prince. It is that while the other party believes that he is the little prince, he is not disillusioned yet."
She blinked. She is a woman, so she knows that women are easily disappointed.
For example, she was disappointed when she learned that Wang Zixu was a useless clerk who always cared about his wife's thoughts. The little prince she imagined was cooler than this.
Zuo Ziliang said: "He is a little prince."
Ye Lan said: "But he doesn't even dare to meet the opposite sex."
Zuo Ziliang said: "He is a little prince."
Zuo Ziliang looked at her: "He is the little prince."
……
Wang Zixu knew that in fact, the difficulties in front of him were not difficulties at all. The only one who was really sad was himself. It is easy to break the thief in the mountain, but it is difficult to break the thief in the heart.
In the evening, when he came home, his wife was lying on the bed applying a facial mask. He crept over and wanted to lie down on the bed, but his wife kicked him away with her feet.
“Don’t come up, you haven’t even taken a shower, you’re so dirty.”
“I’ll just go to bed and have a word with you.”
“Can’t you wash it first and then say no?”
“I want to say it now, but I won’t say it after I wash it.”
"Isn't that just right?"
Wang Zixu stood against the wall and said, "Then I'll stand here and say it."
His wife didn't look at him: "Whatever."
Wang Zixu opened his mouth, and suddenly his brain short-circuited. He felt like he was standing in front of a big white wall, like those people in period dramas who had committed gangster crimes confessing their crimes, and the emotions that had been brewing for a long time were interrupted.
In the end, he could only ask in a very ungrateful manner: "If I have a project that can make a lot of money, and I can make a lot of money just by writing it, do you think I should do it?"
When the wife heard "a lot of money", she immediately got up from the bed and said, "Do it? Why not do it?"
"What if that thing is not very decent?"
"Is it decent to have no money?"
The wife said something very heart-wrenching, and she seemed not to be relieved after saying it. She grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at Wang Zixu. The pillow hit the white wall and fell to the floor.
“Zixu, let me ask you, your wife works in a flower shop every day to earn money. She has been married for more than five years and is so poor that she doesn’t even dare to have children. Others have begun to doubt whether you have no sexual function. Do you just How old are you? Are you still thinking about being decent? ”
Wang Zixu’s eyes were evasive: “Not only is it unseemly, but it’s also a bit immoral.”
The wife lost her temper a little and asked: "Are you opening a casino? Are you pimping? Or are you cheating and robbing a bank?"
Wang Zixu said: "That's not the case."
“Did you harm or deceive others?”
“No, it’s all voluntary and it’s not illegal.”
< br>“Isn’t that enough?” The wife lay back, “Who is that downstairs? He had an affair during marriage, the mistress gave birth to a son for him, and immediately drove his wife and daughter to live in the basement. Everyone knows, you Who said anything about him? Ever since he paid to help repair the elevator, everyone praised him as a good man. Don’t always think about making money. Only having money in this era is moral. ”
The prince was thoughtful.
At night, he sat on the sofa in the living room. There was no light in the living room, only the TV gave off a faint light. Outside the window, the road illuminated by street lights formed a golden river, and the tires of passing vehicles made a fine white noise. The TV was muted and "Animal World" was playing.
The wolves were running on the grassland, taking light steps, and their gray-black hair trembled in the wind. A wolf turned its head, its dark green eyes shining, staring into Wang Zixu's eyes.
I am fluid. Zuo Ziliang said.
A gentleman suddenly changes. The Book of Changes says so.
Those who want to stay clean among the world must know that they can wash themselves with dirty water. So said Zarathustra.
All instincts of animals are directed towards survival, and this instinct has nothing to do with morality. It should be noted that humans are also a type of animal. Zhao Zhongxiang said so.
Wang Zixu felt that he should completely open himself up and accept the baptism of the real world. He needs to accept the animal side of himself.
Kindness is the advantage of human beings. Fierceness is the advantage of animals.
The cell phone on the sofa next to me kept ringing, and messages from Zuo Ziliang came one after another:
[Your speech therapist account has been created. 】
【The name is called Little Prince. This name is great. 】
【Remember, forget that you are married, forget everything, drop the burden and become fluid. 】
【From now on, for this day only, you are the man who belongs to all the women in the world. 】
【Pluck out all the baobab trees in your heart. 】
Wang Zixu picked up the phone.
…
Ning Chunyan put down her phone.
She fell on the bed as if she had lost all her strength, her hair spread out, as if she was sleeping among blooming flowers.
She agreed to Boss Wen Ai’s request. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing.
She only knew that after reading the script of The Little Prince, the idea in her mind became clearer and clearer: this matter needs to be settled.
Meeting the little prince may be the end of the relationship, or it may become the starting point. But she can't control it. All she knew was that she urgently needed to meet.
Just like in "Kafka on the Shore", Satoshi Nakata suddenly felt that he needed to find the "Entrance Stone". There is no particularly clear reason. You can only understand it as destiny.
She has no emotions. Even when threatening to report, she showed no emotion. She just rationally analyzed that this could increase her bargaining chip, so she threatened. She didn't actually want to report it.
But she needs to talk to the little prince. It was a place that led to the "entrance" to her life.
So she is looking forward to tomorrow.
…
Tomorrow is here.
Wang Zixu got off work and held his cell phone in his arms, just like Fanka secretly holding a letter to his grandfather.
Both Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan sent him a lot of messages. One told him not to be too nervous, and the other asked him if he wanted to see the chat records of other speech therapists.
He ignored them. He returned to the yard, first walked around the pieces of dog poop, sat down in the old place in the fitness equipment area, lit a Big Harvest, took two strong puffs, covering his lungs, and gently placed the cigarette butt on the top of the long Stegosaurus tail, and inhaled it smoothly.
The time has come.
He turned on his phone and opened the Wenwen app. An order application appeared on the screen, and he clicked OK.
Almost at the same time, the message over there was sent.
Qiu Ge: [Hello, I am Qiu Ge. 】
He stretched out his hand to pick out the words.
【I am the little prince. 】
【How do you prove that you are the little prince? 】
【I cannot prove it myself. Because it is easy for everyone to pretend to be someone else, but it is difficult to be yourself. 】
【I believe you are the little prince. 】
Wang Zixu leaned on the squatting machine and breathed a sigh of relief.
After getting married, he had no contact with anyone of the opposite sex for many, many years, let alone such a heart-to-heart conversation. He never even showed his male side in front of other members of the opposite sex, lest he get into trouble.
Qiu Ge: [I’m a little sorry for talking to you in this way. But I want to know you. I want to know what you do, what you like to eat, what hairstyle you wear, what clothes you wear, and what books you read. I want to be close to your world. 】
The little prince: [Sorry. This is not within the scope of our agreement. I can't tell you who I am. ]
Qiu Ge: [Then what’s the point of us chatting like this? Speak, then leave, forget, never see again. 】
The little prince: [You can understand me from now on, from every word I say. ]
After saying that, he remembered Zuo Ziliang’s words and added:
[I will also understand you. From your every word. ]
Qiu Ge: [Okay, I take it seriously. I'm very happy. real. ]
Qiu Ge: [I am a literary bastard. I write some very pretentious and sour words. It is easy to get high marks, receive praise, be used as a model essay, and then be published in newspapers. People expect me to write more wonderful words. ]
Wang Zixu’s hands were shaking a little: [You are not a bastard. That means you are excellent. 】
Qiu Ge: [I am not excellent. Only I know that I am a bastard. I only have one or two drops of juice every year. When I squeeze it out, it looks wonderful at first, but there are only one or two drops. 】
Wang Zixu: [Then let one or two drops come out every year. ]
Qiu Ge: [Don’t you despise it? You always have so much juice, no, you are not the juice, you are the river. gushing. 】
Wang Zixu: [What do I have to despise? Even a drop or two is something precious to you. ]
Qiu Ge: [You are very gentle. My juices are flowing just talking to you. But it's very comfortable and warm. 】
Wang Zixu said: [That’s good. I like it when you're wet. 】