Chapter 90: Purple Wisteria Waterfall
Wang Zixu is actually very bad at writing essays. The story he wants to write is often like a wisteria that grows wantonly, spreading towards any sunny place until it finally covers your balcony.
The themes of novels are often complex, diverse, and sometimes even ambiguous and hazy. Take Cervantes' "Don Quixote" for example. This great work can be said to be a satirical chivalric novel, or to exalt the last spirit of chivalry. You can also say that it expresses the contradiction between ideals and reality.
In short, whatever you read is what it expresses. In a sense, you are not reading this book, you are reading your own life. You are reinterpreting your life through Cervantes' perspective.
This is the reason why great works can last forever - there are no knights in the world, but there are still many Don Quixotes, who bravely rush towards the windmill of fate - four hundred years later, this book still shines with the brilliance of romanticism.
But proposition composition is different. The proposition will hold you tightly like an invisible giant hand. It is equivalent to giving you a stick, and you can only climb up along the stick.
If Wisteria has only one vine, it is not Wisteria. It is some kind of landscape plant.
For this topic, Wang Zixu wanted to write such a ridiculous story: a little boy from a single-parent family, because he was always beaten by his father, developed long-distance running skills, and finally won the championship in a certain competition.
Of course, he doesn’t have to write about long-distance running. This story can also be: a little boy from a single-parent family, because he was always beaten by his father, so he developed fighting skills and finally won the championship in the boxing ring.
Of course, the little boy can also ride a bicycle, run out of home and ride all the way to the end of the city, and finally he becomes a bicycle champion;
The little boy can also practice stealth, and his father can't find him anywhere even though he is at home, and finally he becomes the god of ninja.
All in all, how the final story will turn out depends entirely on Wang Zixu’s mood.
These stories are all the same in Wang Zixu’s eyes, there is no difference. Because they are contrary to the logic of reality. The logic of what will happen in reality can only be -
The little boy did nothing, and finally became inferior and autistic, becoming the current Wang Zixu. For more than ten years, I have been trying tirelessly to prove that I am not a mediocre person.
No matter how Wang Zixu writes, there will always be Chen Qingluo in the novel, becoming the protagonist's biggest motivation and obstacle - she always appears in his writing, and he suddenly wakes up, and then deletes her. She won't be in the final draft.
The first draft often needs to be revised more than 26 times to form the final draft. In the end, the words on the first draft will become unrecognizable. Chen Qingluo will never exist in it, and will only turn into a faint shadow, staring at the reader between the words.
“What’s wrong with Mr. Little Prince?”
“I don’t know, let’s keep an eye on him. If it’s really not possible, send him to the hospital.”
Ye Lan and others gathered around the dining table. Wang Zixu was sitting at the main seat, holding chopsticks in his hand, staring at a plate of tomatoes in a daze.
The poet smiled sarcastically: "Are you really engaged in literature? Obviously, he is still thinking about his novel."
The believer said: "You who are engaged in literature, are you really so... strange when you are engaged in literature?"
The poet said: "No. For example, when I am in trance, I will not look strange, I will only look cute."
She shook her head, her pink hair swaying.
Cheng Xing said: "I do get immersed, but usually I only get immersed when I'm writing. Teacher Xiao Wangzi's reaction shows that he has a strong concentration, which I really admire."
Cheng Xing said this very sincerely, and looked at Wang Zixu with admiration. He felt that the closer he got to this fire, the more he could understand the reason why he wrote that kind of text.
Ye Lan sat next to Wang Zixu, with his hands on his chin and his legs tightly together. First he waved his hand in front of his face, and then used the chopsticks to get close to his face, but did not poke it.
She was as excited as a child who had picked up a shell: "He was really motionless. If he had been a wildebeest on the African savannah, he would have been eaten long ago."
The poet said: "It's a pity that he is not a wildebeest, and we are not lions."
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Sakura-chan patted her chest: "As long as we protect the little prince teacher, he will be fine."
Ye Lan sighed: "It's a pity that he is not a wildebeest - ah no, I mean, fortunately he is not a wildebeest."
After saying that, she looked at everyone: "Eat? Why are you standing there? Why don't you eat?"
"Teacher Little Prince didn't even move his chopsticks."
Ye Lan waved his hand: "It's okay, you can eat. Help bring a plate and I'll give him some of each dish."
This woman Ye Lan usually has an aura of keeping strangers away. No one in the company dares to make a mistake in front of her. Everyone in the Wenwen Club knew that she was not easy to mess with when they first met her, and they did not dare to joke with her easily. But she acted very caring at this time. When everyone looked at her, they felt that Ye Lan, who was holding her hair and helping the little prince pick up the vegetables, exuded the brilliance of motherhood. Some people also had a little misunderstanding.
After finishing the dishes, Ye Lan waved: "Come on, you guys have something to do tonight, we won't drink wine at dinner, and we will celebrate after midnight snack."
Xiaoba asked weakly: "What are you celebrating?"
Ye Lan smiled: "I made a bet with the little prince, if I Our data is extraordinary today, so let’s celebrate his victory. If the data is the same as yesterday, then I will win.” Everyone looked at each other: “Isn’t that dependent on our script today?”
Ye Lan nodded: “Yes.”
Sakura-chan pointed at herself, and then at the others: "Then, if we have several head therapists sitting here and doing nothing, wouldn't the data be ruined a lot?"
The believer patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, we are very happy to hear that you value us so much, but you still have to say, we are not that important. "
Xiaoba suddenly became angry: "It doesn't matter, it's all about the data! How embarrassing would it be to lose?"
Everyone was afraid that he would transform into a fire-breathing Mechagodzilla, so they hurriedly said, "Yeah, yeah, let's eat quickly and sign up. We'll take 10 orders at the same time today until we can't chat anymore."
Wang Zixu suddenly woke up from the immersion state, lowered his head and looked for chopsticks everywhere. Ye Lan stretched out his hand and pointed: "The chopsticks are in your hands."
Wang Zixu lowered his head to look for food again. Ye Lan pushed a plate over and said, "Eat what's in here."
Wang Zixu buried his head and ate.
Ye Lan put one hand on his cheek and smiled fondly. She has never had a dog, but she feels she has found a joy in raising one.
The speech therapists hurriedly went to their seats after eating, while Wang Zixu was still sitting in front of the computer in a daze. Ye Lan turned on her phone and sent a message to Huang Da:
"It's hard for you to work overtime today. As soon as the data comes out, let me know immediately."
Huang Da immediately replied: "Mr. Ye, this is amazing."
Ye Lan asked: "What's wrong? Is the data good?"
Huang Da said: "The data is not clear yet, after all, the peak period has not yet arrived, but did you know that today's retention is particularly high! And the number of orders placed by users in a single day has almost doubled!"
Ye Lan felt bad but also very good at the same time, and asked: "What's the reason?"
Huang Da said: "Maybe it's because there are more scripts. In the past, users placed an order and left, but today there are so many new orders. The amount of scripts has increased, making it easier for speech therapists to perform!"
Ye Lan took a breath, and then went to Zuo Ziliang: "Have you paid attention to the data? Is it rising high?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "I only know, if Stabilizing today’s performance, doubling the income this month is a trivial matter.”
“Are you still so arrogant?”
Zuo Ziliang said: "I can only say that it is conservative. Let me give you a number, 3.35 million, at least, okay?"
Ye Lan quickly calculated the income in his mind, and then Then she bit her lip hard, her body felt a little hot, and her face was flushed. She stretched out her hand and pulled the stockings, and the stockings bounced back to her legs with a "pop" sound. The soles of her feet were itchy. She quietly took her feet out of the shoes and started rubbing against each other through the socks.
"So confident?" Ye Lan replied.
“It’s not self-confidence,” Zuo Ziliang said, “it’s trust in the little prince.”
Ye Lan looked back at Wang Zixu, who was stunned in front of the bright light of the laptop, and still felt unsure.
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Diao Yiwen leaned on the seat on the terrace, holding a cup of milk tea in her hand, and her cold mobile phone resting on the cold tea seat.
She opened her phone and closed it again. The moment the phone lit up, the name "even Yu" was revealed. That's her nickname in "Wenyan App".
She had only heard of the little prince’s name not long ago, but she had never seen it. Later, I heard about the "Wenyan app" and found it very interesting, so I secretly downloaded one.
In the past, her phone was never locked. Now she not only has a power-on password, but also a hidden folder specifically used to hide this software. In any case, a girl like her with a good upbringing, a clean financial background, and an outstanding background must never be discovered using such an app.
So she never dared to open it. I had nothing to do today, so I secretly used it once. The other person was very enthusiastic as soon as he came on, so enthusiastic that she got goosebumps all over her body. She was so frightened that she immediately turned it off.
At this time she was hesitating whether to delete it.
The phone lights up, you have a new message notification:
"Xiao Diao, you are going out to drink at night."
It is from Song Yinglian.
She picked up her phone and lazily opened the chat software. She first typed a polite rejection, then deleted it all and changed it to a cat-shaking expression.
She knew what Song Yinglian was thinking, but she really didn’t want to have more contact with him. She will definitely leave this unit. She is afraid that the other party will be entangled when they break up, so she has been keeping away from him.
But let her completely ignore the other person, sometimes she feels very empty. If she didn't associate with colleagues of the same age in her workplace, she would have no circle of friends. She is not a person who likes to be lonely.
At this time, she began to regret that she did not study abroad. None of her familiar friends returned to her hometown, and she couldn't even find anyone to chat with.
By some strange coincidence, she opened Wenwen again...
...An hour later, she looked up from the phone screen.
It is completely dark.
She swore that she was not obsessed, she just wanted to take a casual look.
As a result, she not only spent money on it, but also renewed her phone.
It’s a bit scary. She was a little scared of herself.
She decided to delete the app.
After thinking about it, she clicked on the avatar of the speech therapist "Guilty Poet" just now, tipped her remaining balance in the reward area next to it, and left a message:
"Thank you for sharing this extraordinary time."
This is what the other person said just now. She felt very literary and liked it very much.
(End of this chapter)