Wang Zixu felt that Ning Chunyan’s brain circuit was unusual. But he is a mature married man. Mature married men are not as knowledgeable as unmarried girls.
“What do you want from me?”
“I just want to tell you that you are too light-hearted and should be light-weighted.”
Ning Chunyan leaned against the car window, wearing sunglasses on her head. The engine was very loud, and she had to raise her voice to cover up the noise.
Wang Zixu asked: "What do you mean?"
"I just thought about the reason why you have never published a manuscript. You regard the literary world as a bit too sacred, and you are under a lot of psychological pressure. In fact, submitting a manuscript is very easy. You have to just play with it and get on. This is how I got published in "September"."
Prince Xu smiled bitterly and whispered: "But everything in my life has never been easy..."
"What did you say?"
"It's nothing."
In fact, Ning Chunyan heard it. She just couldn't understand the concept of Wang Zixu's uneasiness. Finally, she said:
“Then I can only hope that in the days to come, you can be treated gently by the world.”
"Farewell. That's quite disgusting."
Maybe it's because he comes from a single-parent family, and the world has been ferocious in his eyes since he was a child. Of course it's disgusting to suddenly say that I want to be gentle with him after he has reached the age of 30 with such stumbling.
It might as well keep being ferocious, baring its fangs at him, salivating, ugly and greedy, so that he can flatten its nose with one punch without any psychological burden. Although only in his imagination.
Wang Zixu turned to look at her: "Do you really want to start a magazine?"
Ning Chunyan nodded: "Yes. I have been thinking about it for many days."
"Why do you suddenly want to start a magazine?"
"Probably, I suddenly found my life goal." Ning Chunyan said, "'Xiao Ning, Xiao Ning, you can't go on doing nothing anymore'. Similar thoughts."
Wang Zixu said: "Xiao Ning, you'd better go on doing nothing. If you do something, it's easy to torment yourself to bankruptcy."
"Ha!"
< br>Ning Chunyan smiled contemptuously, raised her head and showed her arrogant and smooth neck to him, with an expression like a swan: "Is it because sister is joking with you every day, and you don't know what sister is capable of? Sister is here The literary world still has some appeal! ”
“Who is the sister?”
“It’s me!”
“I believe in your appeal, but not your management ability.”
“As long as I can find someone with management ability.”
Wang Zixu said: "I just heard you talking about the little prince, who is the little prince?"
Ning Chunyan turned his head proudly: "You don't understand even after I told you."
“You said it, I will definitely understand.”
Maybe it was an illusion, Ning Chunyan’s face turned a little red: “He is my idol! Okay!”
Wang Zixu asked: "Do you want to start a magazine for your idol?"
Ning Chunyan said: "Chasing stars is not okay?"
Wang Zixu said: "Your idol will think your behavior is quite silly."
"It's not all about chasing stars. It's just that my ideals have been touched." Ning Chunyan said in a low voice. Wang Zixu didn't hear clearly.
She raised her head: "By the way, did you really delete the manuscript of your article "Wild Weeds"?"
"Deleted."
"What," Ning Chunyan scratched his face, "I accidentally took your manuscript with me and forgot to return it to their editorial office."
Wang Zixu suddenly turned his head: "You're just saying it now?"
Ning Chunyan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm too lazy to go back now. I'll go home and help you copy it to the computer and send it to them electronically. It's better that you keep a manuscript in the future, even if it's an electronic version."
Wang Zixu's eyes softened, and he felt that he was really being treated gently by the world.
Ning Chunyan asked again: “Are you considering submitting to other magazines?”
“Didn’t you say that you won’t allow multiple submissions for the same manuscript?”
"It's okay. If you vote for a small magazine like "Xihe Literature and Art" with a circulation of less than a thousand, it won't have any impact," Ning Chunyan said, "I suggest you vote for "Mountain City". If you can get published in "Mountain City", you can walk sideways in Xihe."
Wang Zixu said: "Okay, I will consider giving it a try. However, it is more comfortable to walk upright."
Ning Chunyan added a lot of fuel, and when he drove five meters in front of Wang Zixu, he stretched out his head and said to him: "There is an essay competition in Xihe recently, please pay attention."
Wang Zixu has heard of it. It is based on "dream". When he was asked to organize a competition led by the Propaganda Department and the Cultural Association, he felt that he was too negative and not suitable to participate.
“Are you participating?” Wang Zixu asked her.
“Participate,” Ning Chunyan said, “I am the judge.”
After saying that, the engine buzzed and the Porsche drove away. Wang Zixu thought again of the first day he met her, the same street, the same weather, just like that moment.
He actually didn’t have any bad thoughts about the Ningchun Banquet. Just like "The Dancing Girl of Izu" and "An Evening with a Drunken Spring Breeze", the male and female protagonists in the story meet by chance and have a wonderful encounter, but it doesn't end there.
In this world, you know, some short-lived people will never have a bigger intersection with you in this life, they will just be together for a while, and then forget about each other. Years later, you may think back on this person, with a hint of orchid-like melancholy in your heart, and greedily wonder why you didn't spend more time with him at that time.
Wang Zixu found a branch that was bent just right on the ground. It might have fallen from the camphor tree on the roadside. He picked it up, pulled out the excess branches, made a straight branch, and held it in his hand like a Bizen Nagafune tachi.
“The four seas are churning with anger, and the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder. If you want to wipe out all harmful insects, you will be invincible!”
The mature married man said while waving his long knife and cutting off the stem of a weed beside the road. His posture was cool and neat. Before being noticed by passers-by, he threw the knife on the ground and ran away.
…
In the evening, Ning Chunyan put on anti-blue light glasses. She used her orchid fingers to gently push the glasses to the bridge of her nose. Extremely elegant. The person in the mirror was intellectual and beautiful, and she was extremely satisfied.
She put the cold brew coffee and Wang Zixu’s manuscript on her desk. The manuscript was a thick stack, and 30,000 words still had some weight. It may take several hours to record everything onto the computer verbatim.
Being willing to spend a few precious hours of his life for a person he has only met twice, Ning Chunyan feels that he is really great. She secretly thought, that married prince, you should be moved to tears by your sister's kindness.
Ning Bingru walked in and frowned: "What kind of coffee should I drink at night?"
Ning Chunyan covered her mouth and yawned slightly: "Work in a small class."
"Write a paper?"
"...Well, we'll discuss the paper later."
Ning Bingru picked up the manuscript next to her, read a paragraph, and her eyes lit up: "Did you write this?"
"No, someone else wrote it. I find it interesting and want to help vote for "Mountain City"."
She looked back at her father: "What do you think?"
Ning Bingru nodded and said, "I read the first few paragraphs. Is this friend of yours from a major?"
Ning Chunyan shook his head: "Ye Luzi. He has a great memory and amazing talent. He is just a bit old."
Ning Bingru put the manuscript back: "You go first Transcript, I'll come back and take a look tomorrow."
After her father left, the room returned to silence. Ning Chunyan flexed her fingers, and while waiting for the computer to open the text software, she checked her phone for a while. After 3 minutes, she turned around to get the manuscript.
The moment her hand touched the manuscript, she felt as if her whole body was electrified, and she stayed there, her heart rate soaring to a very high level in an instant.
After my father put down the manuscript, the papers were folded together, and the word "Prince" was hidden on the line where the author signed it.
After a full minute, Ning Chunyan felt that her soul returned to her body. She picked up the manuscript, and the covered part was exposed, showing the complete name of "Zixu".
Ning Chunyan smiled with relief: "What!"
But then she thought about it, and frowned again, running her fingers across the black and white words on the manuscript, the worry in her heart not only did not decrease, but increased.