Chapter 88 "My Inheritance"

Chapter 88 "My Inheritance"

When Ning returned home from the Chunyan Banquet, Ning's mother hid in the kitchen and poked her head around, while Ning's father huddled in his bedroom and closed the door. Only Chen Qingluo looked a little lonely standing in the living room like a graceful white magnolia.

Ning Chunyan glanced at her mother, who was picking up the edge of the door, and then at Chen Qingluo in the living room. She tugged on her mother's sleeve: "What's going on?"

“That child Qingluo seems to be a little crazy.”

“When will she not be crazy?”

Ning Chunyan looked into the living room and noticed that the expressions on Chen Qingluo’s autumn moon-like face were changing. Sometimes she looked like an innocent girl with her eyes reflecting the starry sky, sometimes she looked like a arrogant leader with stern eyes, and sometimes she gritted her teeth and wished she could kill each one and then crush them to ashes.

She was still mumbling some unintelligible lines, such as "I can no longer happily sit on your tuk-tuk", or "Porcupine, hedgehog, gorilla, today I am a greedy cat", or "Your face is very eggy, and my arches are very arched, or..."

In short, the scene is very scary. But it can be seen that she must have a very majestic, complex and profound spiritual world in her mind.

Ning Chunyan's mother asked worriedly: "Is Qingluo okay? Do you want to send her to the hospital for a checkup?"

Ning Chunyan smiled and said, "Mom, it's okay, she is just a normal writer."

Ning's mother frowned and said: "But I think her symptoms are a bit serious? Your dad morning I was so shocked when I read the book that I didn't dare to say anything. " Ning Chunyan said: "No, Mom, don't worry, Qingluo is an experiential writer. She will imagine the characters in the novel in her mind, and she will play the protagonist herself, and then talk to the characters in the book to deduce how the story will develop next.

"Even though you see her alone in the living room now, in fact, in her world, the living room is full of people, there is a tutor sitting on the table, a ballerina lying on the sofa, and a Jingba squatting on the floor. This is all normal."

The more Ning Ma listened, the more she felt that something was abnormal. She felt chilly and goosebumps on a hot day. They all came out: "Then isn't this schizophrenia?"

Ning Chunyan laughed: "How could it be schizophrenia? She got better on her own after she finished writing the book."

Ning's mother was lost in thought for a long time, and asked after a long time: "What if she can't act after finishing writing the book?"

Ning Chunyan was stopped by her question and said, "It shouldn't be possible, right? By the way, Mom, do you have a vase at home? I want to find a home for this bouquet of baby's breath in my hand."

Ning's mother was overjoyed after hearing this: "Who gave you this?"

Ning Chunyan said: "No one gave it to me, I bought it for myself."

Ning's mother's face fell instantly: "As my daughter, how can you be so embarrassed? When I was young, the flowers at home were never cut off. Do you think I ever bought flowers by myself?"

Ning Chunyan felt insulted, but could not refute, so she could only ask: "Then let me ask you, did your father send them all? Who else sent them?"

Ning's mother looked around and said to him: "You take Qingluo to your own room to perform the deduction. I have to clear the dining table in the living room for dinner later."

Ning Chunyan felt a headache for this task. Although Chen Qingluo is beautiful and has a good figure, even if she is a woman and she hugs and rubs her every day, she will not get tired of it, but when she wrote the novel, she was really disastrous and unbearable. She didn't want to be near her at all at this time.

But if you don’t want to get close, you must take her away, otherwise she will keep going crazy and the whole family will have no food to eat. Just as she was walking three meters away from her, Chen Qingluo suddenly looked back at her: "Is there any water?"

"Ah? Are you talking to me?"

"Who else is here besides you?" Chen Qingluo asked seriously.

Hearing what she said, Ning Chunyan knew that she had quit her creative state. He gave her his sports water bottle. Chen Qingluo took it and said "ton ton ton". It was obvious that she was very thirsty.

Chen Qingluo finished drinking and said, "By the way, where are the disposable water cups at home? That guy seems a little thirsty too, so let's pour him a drink too."

Watching her finger pointing at nothing Ning Chunyan shuddered and grabbed her hand:

"Qingluo, please wake up, don't be like this, I'm scared. There is no one at the table! Come, follow me into the house."

Chen Qingluo obediently allowed her to drag her to the bedroom. After Ning Chunyan closed the door, she regained some sense.

“Look at the fat on your belly. Your bed is too soft and you can’t drink Coke. You got a lump of salt from the vermicelli you ate in the morning, but your dining table is also very strong...so I didn’t come out just now. I’m sorry, didn’t I scare you?”

Ning Chunyan took out his mobile phone and said : "I'm fine, just come out. Just come out. By the way, give me a clap first. I just impulsively edited a long message and wanted to send it to the little prince. Do you think what I said is a bit too boring?"

Chen Qingluo glanced at it: "No problem, um, quite affectionate."

"Is it not very literary? I didn't think about practicing the calligraphy when I was writing. I just wrote it down as soon as my mind got hot."

Chen Qingluo continued to drink water and said: "No writing is needed. It's enough to have feelings. As long as the feelings are strong enough, everyone can be a poet." After drinking the water, she wiped away a drop of crystal water on her white chin and said. : "The only thing that is a bit annoying is that you are called, 'Little Prince'. When did you get this habit? Do you do something different?"

Ning Chun Banquet Blushed: "It's just a title, don't think too much about it! Look, calling 'Mr. Little Prince' is too harsh, calling 'Brother Little Prince' is too green, isn't calling 'Mr. Little Prince' a middle-of-the-road choice?"

"There is something wrong with your understanding of Zhongyong." Chen Qingluo pointed out pointedly, "And when it comes to tea, you have to express your love directly. You also asked, 'Do you think this is love?' I was so drunk that I almost vomited."

"Tap, vomit, vomit! Who fed you the water? Vomit it!"

...

After receiving Qiu Ge's affectionate letter, the little prince silently put his cell phone back in his pocket. There was neither a "yes" nor a "no" to her question.

Qiu Ge’s question is too simple. Even the dullest fool in the world will know the answer to this question - from the difficulty of this question, it can be seen that she must love the little prince very much.

Because when a woman falls in love with a man, she is reluctant to ask him difficult questions.

But Wang Zixu suddenly became even duller than the dullest idiot in the world. He carefully read the words twice and kept the passage in his cell phone, and then kept the phone in his trouser pocket. I felt very warm secretly in my heart.

If he knew that just a few minutes ago, the woman was crying because of Zhang Qian's incident, he would definitely feel warmer in his heart.

He would smile and pat her back: Okay, okay, don’t cry, isn’t everything over? Zhang Qian married her ideal life, and I also have a wife who does not despise her career. We both have a bright and beautiful future.

It’s a pity that he never knew that Ning Chunyan had cried because of this matter.

Whenever he saw Qiu Ge’s ID, the photo of her feet that she sent would appear in his mind - the upper surface of the aqua blue high-heeled shoes glowed like porcelain, making the mutton-fat white jade instep and the delicate and small toes like pearls become even whiter. At the same time, he would also think of the leg that Ning Chunyan saw at the Literary Association that day. It was slender and graceful, as white and proud as a song to the sky.

What a beautiful foot, what a dazzling leg. It would be unforgivable that this foot should not grow on this leg.

Qiu Ge’s true identity has already been revealed, and he cannot pretend that he has not discovered it.

Autumn songs are Ningchun banquets, and Ningchun banquets are autumn songs.

Before he knew Qiu Ge’s true identity, he could hold up her book with a smile, caressing the cover, picking up each page with his fingertips, making the paper tremble slightly in the air; but after knowing that she was Ning Chunyan, he could no longer read her calmly like a book. That would put a huge amount of moral pressure on him.

And he has more important things to do now.

“Before get out of class, I want to tell you one last thing.”

In the base, the would-be scripters were scattered on the sofa in different postures. Wang Zixu sat on the dining table and looked at them condescendingly.

At this time, all the would-be scripters' faces were glowing red and they were excited. Because they just listened to countless useful information for two hours, and now they all feel that they have grown up and are very strong.

They can’t wait to start writing the script.

“Last question, have you ever thought about why humans read stories? Who will answer it first?”

Sakura-chan said: “Because life is boring?”

The poet said: "Because life is boring."

The believer said: "Because I want to see and be curious."

Xiaoba said: "Because I want to gain knowledge?"

Cheng Xing said: "Because people should not only live in this life, but also have a poetic world."

Wang Zixu looked at Cheng Xing: "Like Wang Xiaobo?"< /p>

Cheng Xing nodded: "I admire Wang Xiaobo."

Wang Zixu said: "Let me test you, where does this sentence come from?"

Cheng Xing hesitated and said: "It's definitely not "The Silent Majority" anyway. Let me guess... uh, "The Golden Age"?"

"Guess Wrong. The correct answer is "Wanshou Temple". "

Cheng Xing opened his mouth: "How do you remember it so clearly?"

Wang Zixu did not answer this question.

Hachi opened his mouth blankly: "What were you talking about just now? Why can't I understand?"

The believer said: "Hey, I thought I was the only one who was hopelessly illiterate!"

Sakura-chan gave a wry smile: ""Manshouji Temple" "I haven't read it. I have read a lot of Wang Xiaobo's essays."

The poet chewed gum: "What is the correct answer?"

Wang Zixu jumped from the table: "There is no correct answer."

He said to everyone: "There are many times when there is no standard answer to creation. Sometimes it is good to write this way, and it is good to write that way.

"You can create according to your own style and your own principles, and you must always pay attention to preserving your own soul. I ask you this question to let you see your own characteristics clearly.

"I don't want to teach you to be the second, third, or fourth little prince, I want you to be yourself. Write boldly and let go."

This sentence made everyone's hearts surge, and they went upstairs to code.

After watching everyone leave, Wang Zixu felt dizzy. In the past two hours of high-intensity output, he had actually overused his brain power, relying solely on a mouthful of adrenaline. Now that the adrenaline was too strong, he was tired. He walked out of the apartment and sat down on the porch to rest.

The sun has passed its hottest moment and is gradually setting in the west. The vast plains are filled with yellow sand - shaken out by large cranes on construction sites. It is hot and windless in the afternoon and permeates the ground. It is like the miasma in western Hunan described by Wang Xiaobo in "Wanshou Temple", and like a dormant earth dragon.

The lonely road that traversed the entire suburb stretched straight ahead. The prince squinted his eyes and looked towards the end of the road. He suddenly realized that if he turned into a twenty-eight-foot-tall golden giant and leaned down to look at the ground, he would see this long road, like a tail extending from the city. The undulating red slopes on both sides of the road were like the bone spurs on the back of a stegosaurus. And he was sitting on a thorn on the stegosaurus' tail.

Thinking of this, this strange place suddenly became familiar. He took out the Great Harvest box from his arms, picked out a Xuanhemen from it, lit it faintly and put it to his mouth. The crane rumbled, and he smoked while admiring the extraordinary scenery.

An Audi passed across the yellow sand and broke into the smoke ring exhaled by Wang Zixu. Then it stopped in front of him with a crunch, and Ye Lan got out of the car.

She changed her clothes and did not wear the same outfit from the morning. Her legs were also wrapped in very square thick black stockings, and she returned to the standard appearance of a professional woman. She was holding large and small bags in her hands. It seemed that the residents here had new material needs.

“You’re not going to work?” Wang Zixu asked.

Ye Lan walked to the porch and looked very happy: "My work is over anyway, why don't I come to bet with you, so I came over in advance. There is also a box of beer in my car, you can move it later."

The little prince never asked for beer. They didn't have time to drink. But Ye Lan didn't care about this. She said how could the night's gambling game be exciting without ordering wine? If you lose, you have to show off a bottle on the spot.

When Wang Zixu's face was about to collapse, the woman nonchalantly took out a box of Baxi from the bag and put it on his face. The ice made him tremble all over: "Here, eat the ice cream."

The ice cream is still delicious. This makes me embarrassed to lose my temper.

Wang Zixu said: "Bring me a pack of cigarettes next time you come. The brand is Big Harvest."

"It's annoying, I'm just doing it by the way. Do you really think I'm free?"

Wang Zixu put a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth: "Okay, I won't bother you. I quit smoking."

Ye Lan took out his phone and opened the note: "Tell me, what brand is it?"

Wang Zixu held the empty cup in his hand. The box was handed to her: "Great harvest, three yuan a pack."

Ye Lan stared at him: "You are now Mr. Wang, and you only smoke three yuan a pack?"

"This is still exciting."

The wind finally picked up, the air was cool, and the porch suddenly became very comfortable. Ye Lan didn't want to go in right away. She put a piece of paper under her buttocks and sat next to Wang Zixu. Her slender legs were placed diagonally beside his legs, forcing Wang Zixu to move half a step away.

She stretched out her long nails, struggled to open a can of beer, and tore open a pack of spicy strips, eating them until her fingers were covered in red oil.

Wang Zixu glanced at her, thinking that you are also Mr. Ye, you are eating spicy noodles here, not even Wei Long, and you had the nerve to talk to me just now. But he was too bored and didn't say a word, just sitting there thinking. However, Ye Lan couldn't hold it in any longer and chatted while eating and drinking.

"How is it? Can you conquer these script writers? I read the information and they are all from Nanjing University and University of Finance and Economics. Can they convince you?"

In Ye Lan's eyes, Wang Zixu does not have the charm of the little prince. In her heart, he is always "Zuo Ziliang's random relative".

Wang Zixu said depressedly: "My university is not bad to be honest..."

Ye Lan said while biting the spicy strips: "Yes, but you majored in science. Zuo Ziliang told me that you majored in science. You Are you majoring in science? "

"This has nothing to do with liberal arts. Wang Xiaobo is also majoring in science, because literature requires observation and imagination, and these abilities are not related to liberal arts."

"Who is Wang Xiaobo? Your brother?"

"No..."

"Then why does he have the same surname as you?"

“…This is a coincidence, forget it, you don’t know, forget it.”

Ye Lan said: “I haven’t seen the information about our speech therapists before. , I was shocked when I saw this. This one is a master of Chinese literature, and that one is a master of Internet literature. I used to think that we speech therapists were all second-rate, but it turns out that we are all masters..."

She came up and whispered to Wang Zixu: "You must never tell them your true identity. If they know that your identity is not strong, they may not accept you."

The prince was speechless: "What I teach is practical information. No matter whether I have published works or not, they can always feel the usefulness of the practical information."

Ye Lan sneered: "Haha, your idea is too naive. Sometimes the world is not so simple. You can obey whoever is more capable. This is just your wishful thinking."

Years of experience and lessons made Wang Zixu know that she was right, but he did not want to admit it verbally. He just lowered his head and said: "Even if I am not convinced, I can't reveal my identity."

"Are you afraid that your wife will know?"

"Yeah."

Ye Lan raised her little finger and pointed in the air: "I'm really curious about what your wife looks like. Really."

Wang Zixu said nothing. He suddenly felt sleepy.

After Ye Lan finished eating the spicy strips, he took out toilet paper to wipe his hands, and suddenly smiled mischievously: "Do you want me to tell you how much the data has increased so far today?"

When Wang Zixu saw her triumphant expression, he knew the result. The result must not be good, so he said: "It didn't go up much, right?"

Ye Lan smiled and said: "You are self-aware."

Wang Zixu said: "You are also a shareholder of the company, how are you so happy when there is no increase?"

Ye Lan said: "The proportion has not increased, but the absolute value has increased. You have done a good job in bringing about this wave of enthusiasm. Mr. Wang, I did the math. I have fewer shares, but I can earn tens of thousands more this month."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "Only tens of thousands..."

"Tens of thousands is not bad, but with just such a small amount of money, do you still expect to be rich?"