Although Xie Cong didn’t like Wang Zixu, he remembered one thing correctly: Wang Zixu’s ideal in high school was to become a different person and live a different life.
After he expressed this ideal at that time, Xie Cong was immediately itchy with hatred. When I thought about it later, I still felt itchy with hatred. Because he could never think of such pretentious words. Even if he could figure it out, he would be too embarrassed to say it in public.
But what he didn’t know was that for Wang Zixu, this sentence was not actually pretentious. On the contrary, it contains great pain.
For Wang Zixu, his life can be one of shining brightly and standing above others, or it can be being stuck in the mud and falling apart - that is to say, good or bad is not important, what is important is that he must be different.
In order to obtain that kind of life, Wang Zixu was ready to pay the price. Even at a huge cost.
There is only one reason why he pursues being different - Chen Qingluo is different.
He knew that he did not have the talent of Chen Qingluo. Chen Qingluo is different effortlessly, and if he wants to be different, he must make huge sacrifices. He must work very hard to catch up with Chen Qingluo's past pace.
However, what he didn’t expect was that when he reached the age of 20, he would never live a day for himself again.
Father, girlfriend, bank, boss... Tangible and invisible responsibilities, heavy pressure, being pushed to follow the flow of life, it is difficult to live out your own face.
Only then did he realize how heavy the oath he made in high school was. In this world, not many people are qualified to be themselves.
The first cigarette that Wang Zixu smoked was Xuanhemen. He smoked it while squatting in the toilet with his father when his career was in crisis. At that time, he was just coughing up phlegm. When he smoked this cigarette again at the age of 30, he found that the taste was too bland and did not have the sharp and painful throat hit of the harvest. It was like his wild mind and the hollow body of his dull life. Xuanhemen is packed in a big harvest box, and even the cigarette is not itself.
He realized that the reason why people want to be themselves is because they are not themselves at the moment. Any attempt he makes to follow the rules in his current identity will return to his original appearance under the influence of inertia.
If he wants to be himself, he doesn’t have to be himself first, he can become the little prince first. Because there is no little prince in the world, and it is easier to become a little prince than to be yourself.
So, he went to Watsons and bought a pair of face-covering black cotton masks, covering half of his face.
Walking out of the store, he saw his own figure in front of the glass display window. He wore a plaid shirt with whitened cuffs on his upper body and gray overalls on his lower body. This was his usual dress for many years. It was almost bound to his image, and it was almost pickled by him.
He realized that if he walked into Wenwen Company like this, there would still be a possibility of being discovered, so he strode into the store, gesticulating to the clerk and said:
"Are there any subversive clothes that are completely different from the one I am wearing?"
The clerk thought for a while, then nodded solemnly: "Yes."
She walked to the clothes rack, then returned to Wang Zixu, holding a skirt in her hand.
Wang Zixu said: "Well, that's not what I meant. I just want to break through my inherent image, not my inherent gender. What I mean is, can you at least get men's clothing?"
The clerk thought for a while and clapped his hands: "Yes."
After a while, she brought back a gray windbreaker.
Wang Zixu touched the material of the windbreaker and found it to be ordinary, so he asked: "What's so special about it?"
The clerk said: "It's very expensive."
"..."
The clerk then said: "Aren't you trying to subvert your image? If you buy something expensive from a street vendor, you can subvert it more than anything else!"
Wang Zixu felt that her words were too hurtful, but she made a lot of sense.
Twenty minutes later, Wang Zixu, wearing a long gray trench coat and Nike sneakers, walked out of the store. He wore a pair of coated sunglasses on the upper half of his face, and the lower half of his face was covered by a black mask. He no longer looked as poor as before.
In fact, this outfit is not very expensive, it only costs two thousand in total, not to mention the value of the holiday gift to my father’s house. But this was the first time in so many years that he had bought himself such a complete outfit in one go. In the past, it was either a plaid shirt or a plaid shirt.
Looking at himself in the window, Wang Zixu put his hands in his pockets and thought to himself: You have not been defeated by consumerism. Even under the layers of labels, your core has not changed.
He called Zuo Ziliang and said that he was still 1 kilometer away from the company and would be there soon.
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Wenwen Company, a storm is coming.
In Wenwen Company, the streamers on the central air conditioner were swinging, and there were only coughs, whispers, and the sound of boiling water from the water dispenser from time to time in the office.
The colleague leaned over and asked in a low voice: "Do you think the little prince will come?"
Huang Da glanced at the conference room: "I will come. Mr. Zuo With Manager Ye, we have been waiting for so long. Besides the little prince, who else is so famous? ”
It is noon. Usually, employees take time to take a nap at this time, but today is different.
Maybe it’s because Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan haven’t left, maybe it’s because they heard that someone is coming, and taking a nap is not an urgent matter in comparison.
After hearing Huang Da’s judgment, his colleague nodded and shrank back. After two minutes, he slowly leaned over again: "Tell me, what does the little prince look like?"
Huang Da said: "How do I know? To be honest, I won't be surprised if the person who appears at the door later is a university professor or a Mao Dun Literature Prize winner."
< br>A colleague said: "The little prince can't be very old, right?"
Huang Da said: "Who knows? The older you get, the more handsome you become. His writing style is so sophisticated that you can't learn it after more than ten or twenty years."
Another colleague next to him joined the discussion: "Yeah, who said that old people can't pick up girls? For example, Xiao Lizi, how many girlfriends have he had in one term? Not all are young ladies. Age is not important, the main thing is Temperament."
"Temperament? If I had Xiao Lizi's money, I would look for someone who is twenty years old. No, I will look for someone who is eighteen years old!"
"You beast, you are looking for an eighteen-year-old, and you are still in high school at eighteen!"
"It's time for you to go to college at eighteen, right?"
"Senior year of high school. You are dating girls who are in your senior year of high school. You are a real beast."
Huang Da frowned and said: "Off-topic and off-topic! Is this the point?"
Colleagues stopped whispering, and the operator next to him shrank his neck: "Are you coming or not? I'm anxious."
Outside Wenwen's company is a corridor, facing the corridor is a floor-to-ceiling window. In order to preserve privacy, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows are usually lowered, exposing only the lower half.
Huang Da and others saw the hem of a windbreaker floating in the corridor, a pair of new shoes squeaking, and someone walking quickly.
"The little prince is here." Huang Da hit his colleagues with his hands, "The little prince is here!"
The employees in the office raised their heads and poked their heads out from above the computer, like a group of Timons in "The Lion King".
I saw a thin man with his face covered tightly by sunglasses and a mask appearing at the door, his hands in his pockets.
He stood at the door with his legs spread apart, looking left and right, as if he wanted to ask something, but ultimately decided not to say a word. At this time, the door of the conference room opened, and Zuo Ziliang appeared in front of the door. He was about to extend his hand to say hello, but when he took a closer look, he looked suspicious again.
But when the man saw Zuo Ziliang, he walked over, sprained his foot halfway, and finally limped into the conference room as if he was escaping from something.
The employees watched the man enter the conference room. Huang Da frowned and said, "Who spilled water at the door today? The little prince almost fell!"
Colleagues said: "Is that really the little prince? Why do you feel so much younger than you imagined?"
"You were laughing at me before I wore Nike, doesn't the little prince also wear Nike?" A colleague said, stretching out his foot.
…
Wang Zixu rushed into the conference room, took off his sunglasses and gasped.
Originally, the first half of the stretch was quite good, but when I got nervous in the back, my left foot tripped over my right foot, and the whole section collapsed.
Ye Lan sat on the sofa and stared at him with a smile: "Why are you dressed like this today? Who are you showing to when you look so handsome?"
Wang Zixu sat down calmly, feeling a little satisfied in his heart. He circled his hands in the air: "Just pretending, not dressing up specially."
Ye Lan He leaned over and touched his sleeves: "The long windbreaker suits you very well, but the color is a mess. It would be great if you buy a black one."
Zuo Ziliang used Yuan The pen tapped the table and said: "You can discuss clothes later. Now is the first meeting after the establishment of our new board of directors. We have to talk about some serious issues."