Actually, so what if we see it?
There was a time when Wang Zixu was crazy about seeing Chen Qingluo again. That was before he got married. Whenever he heard the news that Chen Qingluo had returned to Xihe, he would take a walk all over the city, looking for fireworks in the world in the alleys of Xihe.
He didn’t meet anyone. What I gained was an average of 30,000 steps per day on WeChat Sports and more than 50 likes. No one knew he just wanted to have a "chance encounter" with someone.
Fortunately, I didn’t “encounter” Chen Qingluo by chance. he thought later.
She does not belong to Xihe, just like the East China Sea does not belong to him. Even if he chants "What can I do to keep you" to Chen Qingluo like Borges, pressing down on all the thin streets of Xihe and the desperate moon in the sunset and wilderness, he will only lose completely.
There was no reason to see her before, and even less face to see her after getting married. He couldn't look at Chen Qingluo longingly, and then burst into tears because of the sad scene, crying like Lin Daiyu - he couldn't do such a strange behavior.
He could never reach out and say: "Hello, I am the married Wang Zixu. I am very happy to see you again. You have made a huge mark in my life."
He couldn't be so ashamed that he burst out in extreme aggression and said to her: "I am not famous yet married, so I may not be as good as others."
The most likely scenario is that people don’t remember him at all.
When Chen Qingluo looked at him, there was no difference from the way she looked at countless other ardent fans, and she said to him cautiously:
"I'm sorry, you look familiar. What's your name? Oh, Wang Zixu, I do have an impression, very impressed...ah, have we sat at the same table?"
Perhaps the moment the two of them set their factory settings, their lives were already destined. He didn't have Chen Qingluo's talent and couldn't keep up with her pace. He could only pant and watch her disappear at the end of the crowd. He paused to light a big harvest and beat his leg vigorously. It’s not about giving up, it’s about accepting reality.
It’s better not to see you.
Wang Zixu and Lin Feng walked out of the barbecue restaurant, each holding a bottle of beer and squatting on the roadside like two dogs.
“If I had known it would be like this, we wouldn’t have sat on their table.” Lin Feng said angrily, “I thought your classmate had a good relationship with you. I didn’t expect that he was trying to bully you everywhere. This is a big deal.”
Wang Zixu said in surprise: "Huh? Is there any?"
He has always had a strong sense of insensitivity, and he had a vague sense of Xie Cong's malice, but he felt that he would not make others so indignant.
“Yes, he just said, ‘Why are you still so poor?’. Aren’t they always comparing themselves to you? This kid can tell right away that his grades were not good when he was in school.”
Wang Zixu said: "Actually, I think it's okay. If we meet old classmates, if we didn't have a very good relationship before, we will definitely compare each other's salary and income, or we will break our shoes."
Lin Feng sneered: "That's right. Damn it, when you go to school, you compare your grades, and after you graduate, you compare your income. People always have to use a number as a footnote for themselves."
Wang Zixu said: "The world of adults is so boring. You have to tell them that this is a 100,000-ton building. They will think this house is beautiful. ”
“This is human nature.”
“Drink slowly, as you like.”
The beer bottles collided in the cold street.
"Now," Lin Feng pointed at him and said, "Do you know what Gong Xi Fa Cai means? Gong Xi Fa Cai means, get rich quickly. When I meet Xie Cong next time, I will ridicule this boy. What kind of gentleman is poor? Hurry up and congratulate Fa Cai. This is simply the most wonderful blessing for us Chinese people. "
"Then I also wish you good luck and good fortune."
He planned to go to his father tomorrow and ask him to sign Wen Ao's contract, and then make a profit of more than 100,000 yuan a month. At that time, he will be temporarily out of the sea of suffering.
He no longer had time to look at Lone Moon sadly for a long time. He made up words and sentences, he traded with dreams, and he worked tirelessly for the 50 opportunities to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. But before that, he must immediately make a fortune to prove that he is not a wimp.
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When Ning Chunyan saw Chen Qingluo, she was wearing a sunhat, sunglasses and a mask each covering half of her face. She was tightly wrapped in a thin windbreaker, and she was wearing sneakers. Only the exposed white ankles could reveal the condition of her skin.
But Ning Chunyan herself was not much better. Apart from not wearing a windbreaker, other parts of her body were also covered tightly.
"Aren't you hot in this?" Ning Chunyan asked in a sullen voice.
Chen Qingluo’s tone was a little excited: “The two of us seem to be the kind of exhibitionists, the kind who stop someone on the street late at night and just take off their clothes without wearing anything underneath.”
“That’s what you look like, but I don’t.”
The two of them hid in a room. In the 24-hour convenience store where the lights were still on, Ning Chunyan took out Wang Zixu's manuscript and slapped it on the table, saying: "That's it. Please help me palm it."
Chen Qingluo picked it up and glanced at it, and said in less than ten seconds: "This won't work."
"What's not working?"
"I can't get into "Get"." Chen Qingluo said, "The subject matter was not chosen well. This kind of family has long been out of favor."
Ning Chunyan was speechless: "I didn't ask you this."
Chen Qingluo analyzed: "The author must have considered this topic when he chose it. It’s true that there are fewer people writing about it, but there were so many of them in the past! It didn’t involve cheating or cheating, so who would read it? But from another perspective, it’s quite impressive that this author can capture attention just by writing about character changes. ”
Ning Chunyan said: “Then do you think he and the little prince are the same person?”
Chen Qingluo looked at it again and said: "It's hard to say, the writing style is indeed similar, but not particularly similar. And this novel does not have the interest of the little prince."
Ning Chunyan's eyes lit up: "You also think the little prince is very interesting, right?"
"No, no, I haven't had speech therapy, I'm not talking about you. "How do you know what kind of taste I want?"
Chen Qingluo turned to the first page of the manuscript: "Who wrote this? ...Zixu?"
She was stunned for a long time, and Ning Chunyan asked: "Do you know him?"
"Is this Wang Zixu the stupid one with thick eyebrows and big eyes?"
Ning Chunyan couldn't help but smile: "The description of thick eyebrows and big eyes is too abstract, but it is really stupid."
"Is he the one who has always been dumb and doesn't understand anything about emotional intelligence? Is that Wang Zixu who is as stubborn as a wild boar and just accepts death?" Ning Chunyan asked in surprise: "Do you really know him?"
She stood up and walked out the door. Ning Chunyan put the manuscript away and followed behind: "Are you leaving now? You haven't told me if he is a little prince yet?"
"I don't know. I can't tell."
Ning Chunyan felt a little better. If you can't tell, it means he isn't. Followed her and said: "So, the married Wang Zixu is indeed the same age as you, you don't really know him, right?"
Chen Qingluo looked at her: "Why do you emphasize being married? Are you mocking me for being single? ?”
Ning Chunyan was sweating, thinking, “Sister, you are a bit sensitive:” I wanted to add him on WeChat when I first met him, but he refused and said that he was married. This is my nickname for him. ”
Chen Qingluo laughed sarcastically, and after she finished laughing, she said: "I don't care, I don't care. People from two worlds."
She walked forward quickly. She was wearing sneakers, while Ning Chunyan was wearing sandals, so she couldn't keep up.
"Then where are you going now?"
"Running."
"Running so late?" Ning Chunyan asked in surprise, "Are you heartbroken? "?"
She said a line from "Chungking Express", and Chen Qingluo just glanced at her: "Nervous."
She then remembered that Chen Qingluo didn't like watching movies.
In the middle of the night, Ning Chunyan was woken up by a phone call. It was Chen Qingluo's mother. She asked them what they were doing and why Chen Qingluo hadn't come home yet.
When she opened Chen Qingluo’s WeChat account, she was shocked to find that her number of steps on the WeChat exercise list was as high as 30,000. Her latest circle of friends was full of people praising her athletic ability, with a flood of flattery.