Chapter 102 The disease is called love

Chapter 102 The disease is called love

Ye Lan discovered something was wrong with Wang Zixu in his car.

He has had brain CT, MRI, and chest X-rays while lying on the X-ray machine in the past few days. There is nothing wrong. So Ye Lan drove to pick him up from the hospital.

It should have been a joyous event, but Wang Zixu was extremely silent.

Ye Lan was not surprised at first. Wang Zixu has always been a silent person. But today his silence was different.

In the past, his silence was because he always had other things on his mind. Today, his silence is like a giant snake Jörmungandr rolling in the air inside his body. His face looked even more haggard than the day he entered the hospital.

“What’s wrong with you? Are you still feeling a little uncomfortable?”

Wang Zixu shook his head.

“If you are still not feeling well, you can stay for another day. There is no rush at Wenwen Club. Our data is still rising these days. How much do you think it has increased?”

Wang Zixu said: "Don't mention Wenwen Club."

"Okay, don't mention it. What's wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me."

"You obviously look like there's something wrong with you."

"There's really nothing wrong with me."

Ye Lan rarely cares about people. She finally cared about him once, but was hurt by Wang Zixu's attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away. She wanted to ask Wang Zixu, "Has anyone ever mentioned that you are difficult to get along with?" but she held back. Because it is very likely that many people have said it, but he has not changed it.

If someone else spoke to her like this, she would definitely stop the car and lose her temper and have a bad mouth. She didn't even know why she was so gentle today. Maybe it's because Wang Zixu has just been discharged from the hospital.

Children’s words are unbridled, children’s words are unbridled, she warned herself.

Suddenly a flash of light flashed through her mind like a shooting star, and Ye Lan asked: "How was your essay competition?"

Wang Zixu sighed: "I was not shortlisted."

Ye Lan said: "Well, that's why I dare to love you."

She turned to look at him. Wang Zixu neither admitted nor denied, but looked out the window alone. Ye Lan secretly laughed in his heart.

She understands now. Wang Zixu is like a safe. He doesn't mean to keep it secret. When he doesn't speak, he simply doesn't want to speak. But if you enter the correct password, he can tell you everything.

“Why wasn’t it shortlisted? Is it so difficult for an essay competition like this?”

Wang Zixu said: "Perhaps the blood urination that day had an impact. The last part of my novel was written in the hospital, which was a bit hasty, and the environment was not particularly good, which affected my judgment. Now that I think about it, the ending part could have been better..."

He began to talk endlessly about his creative experience. Ye Lan was confused when he heard this, and finally said: "I think it may not be because of these reasons."

"Then what do you think it is because of?"

As Ye Lan drove, he said: "Think about it, there must be hundreds or even thousands of manuscripts submitted to the essay competition, right?"

Wang Zixu said: "A total of 351 manuscripts were submitted this time. They selected 100 for shortlisting."

Ye Lan said: "Yes, choosing 100 manuscripts will definitely not exclude you because of the 'profound' reason you just mentioned. You Are there any flaws in what you wrote? "

Wang Zixu shook his head: "No. I have paid close attention to the requirements of this call for papers. It is impossible..."

Before he finished speaking, it was like a half-length of exposed wire hanging in the air. No doubt he himself was not entirely sure.

Ye Lan added: "Relax, there may be many reasons why your manuscript was not shortlisted. For example, you may have offended someone or been tricked by someone; it is also possible that the person reviewing your manuscript just doesn't like a certain sentence of yours; or even It’s possible that your manuscript was misplaced.”

Everything is possible. This sentence can explain many things, but it is not enough to explain Wang Zixu’s decade of decline.

From being a poor boy to being a late bloomer, Wang Zixu has always had expectations for himself in his heart, and even encouraged himself with fifty opportunities to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. Authors who have the chance to win the Nobel Prize for Literature will not be shortlisted even for the Xihe Essay Competition.

Wang Zixu suddenly felt tired, like an old donkey carrying twice its weight suddenly aging, and found that he could not support the responsibilities he shouldered.

“Maybe there are not that many possibilities. Maybe, I really don’t have any talent in novel creation.”

After saying this, he seemed to have relieved the burden of many years. He laughed nervously, and then laughed again.

“In fact, if life is really hopeless, who would want to keep writing novels? Writing novels is very tiring, your life is a mess, and what you write will be rejected by others with just one sentence, and your efforts are all in vain.

"Actually, it's just that I refuse to let go. I just don't want to admit it. Thank you for comforting me, I'm fine. I feel much better after admitting that I have no talent. I always think that I have no talent, which is a disease. It needs treatment. My disease has been cured. I am very relaxed now.

"It's a good thing that I was not shortlisted for the essay. Give me a stick to wake up, what is the Nobel Prize for Literature, what is a talent and beauty. I don't have that level. I am at this level, so I should be responsible and live a down-to-earth life. "

Ye Lan stopped the car with a "squeak" and turned to stare at his face:

"Zizixu, what level are you at? You can achieve a retention rate of 6% to a level of 16%. Do you know how people reacted when I told my sisters about your deeds? It's just a Xihe essay essay. As for Are you so sad for spring and autumn?"

She suddenly became angry when she saw the prince's weak expression, and wanted to grab his shoulders and shake him hard to shake the water out of his head. You are the one who completed this industry legend. Do you understand it or not?

Wang Zixu looked into her eyes and smiled: "The idiom of sad spring and sad autumn is very clever."

Ye Lan blushed: "You are enough, stop looking down on me, and is this the point?"

Wang Zixu smiled and said: "I understand, thank you. Let's go to the base, and I can concentrate on the script. I have one less thing to worry about, and I feel really comfortable."

Ye Lan looked at him suspiciously. Did her comfort work? It seemed to work, but she always felt that something was wrong with Wang Zixu. Rather than saying that he is relieved, it is better to say that he has given up on himself.

The drive is very fast. The Audi stopped in front of the base, the two got out of the car, and the scripters came out to greet them. For the little prince's discharge, they carefully prepared a reception banquet.

But this reception banquet was extremely dull. Wang Zixu always had a relaxed and comfortable smile on his face, he was gentle to everyone, and he was kind to others. He no longer stayed in a daze, and his emotional intelligence improved a lot overnight.

The poet quietly pulled Ye Lan aside and asked in a low voice: "What happened? The little prince looks a little weird."

Ye Lan stared: "Yeah! You think he is weird too."

Cheng Xing, with his sharp ears, heard the discussion between the two and joined in the conversation. He whispered with his mouth covered: "Mr. Ye, what happened between you and Mr. Little Prince? He looks broken."

"What is the feeling of brokenness? It's so strange, but it feels so appropriate."

Ye Lan thought for a while and said, "I'm just going to tell you two, don't tell anyone: he participated in an essay competition, but was not shortlisted."

This time, Cheng Xing and the poet stared at each other. After the two looked at each other, they both said:

"What essay competition? What level of essay competition can even the little prince teacher pass?"

Ye Lan briefly talked about the essay competition at Xihe Literary Society, excluding information from beginning to end. The two nodded after listening.

100 of the more than 300 articles could have wiped him out. This is so outrageous that no one would be able to accept it.

After Cheng Xing thought for a while, he asserted: "This is absolutely impossible. There must be a mistake somewhere."

The poet also said: "If nothing else, even if you directly take the script to participate in the essay competition, it is impossible to be shortlisted."

Ye Lan looked back at Wang Zixu who was drinking in the distance, and whispered: "Yes, so It was a big blow to him. On the way back, he told me that he was sick before, but now he has let it go. "

Cheng Xing shook his head a little sadly: "It's not his problem, it's the problem of the essay competition. It's like some writers didn't win the Nobel Prize for Literature. It's the problem with that prize."

Ye Lan glanced at Wang Zixu with some worry. From the way back, she had always felt that he was a bit strange, and now she finally found the source of the strangeness: Wang Zixu said that he was cured of his illness, but she felt that the sick Wang Zixu was the real Wang Zixu.

She doesn’t like this healthy Wang Zixu at all.

Wang Zixu’s cell phone rang. He lowered his head and saw that it was Lin Feng.

In Wenwen Base, his cell phone was always muted to prevent his true identity from being exposed. But now he had a settled mentality, and without any thought of hiding his identity, he answered the phone in front of everyone:

"Hey, Brother Lin, that's right, the nomination notice has been sent out, are you shortlisted?... Congratulations, I knew you would definitely be shortlisted. Congratulations, you will definitely be able to defeat Shen Qingfeng."

"Me? I was not shortlisted. Yes. That's what the notice said. I looked at it and said, 'Thank you for your participation, your manuscript was not shortlisted, please keep up the good work', yes, It's very clear. I'm not shortlisted, so I'll keep trying." "No, it's not that I'm not doing well. I'm actually very satisfied with my writing... No. I'm not as good as you said. I'm just an ordinary literature lover."

"Don't worry. You really don't have to worry. I'm fine. I'm fine now... Well, let's make an appointment next time. I've been busy recently. Let's have supper together next time. Celebrate your winning the essay."

After hanging up the phone, everyone looked at him quietly. He stretched out his hand and said, "Eat? Why are you looking at me? I don't have anything to eat, haha."

Wang Zixu was a little drunk, with a blush on his face. Cheng Xing walked up to him and said sincerely: "Teacher Little Prince, you don't have to doubt yourself. It's not your problem. It's them who have no right to crown you."

Wang Zixu waved his hands broadly: "Forget it, it's a bit flattering if you praise it like that. What kind of crown is it? It's enough for me to make a living. It's pretty good."

Cheng Xing said anxiously: "Don't give up on yourself. Sooner or later, your talent will be recognized by the world!"

Wang Zixu shook his head: "I'm not giving up on myself. Give up. There are 8 billion people on the planet, at least 7.9 billion of whom are living a poor life. What’s wrong with me living a poor life? I’m the same as everyone else. I think it’s quite honorable.”

Cheng Xing pursed his lips, held out his wine glass and said, "Teacher Little Prince, you have an idea in mind. I don't know how to persuade you. It's all in the wine. I did it."

Wang Zixu Patting him on the shoulder, he said, "No need to persuade us. We should do whatever we need to do in the future. I heard from Mr. Ye that the data has been pretty good even if I'm not around these days. Everyone is doing a good job. Let's make good money and not be shabby."

He and Cheng Xing did it together, and both of them were a little dizzy. Others opened the wine one after another and hugged each other to drink.

Ye Lan’s phone rang. She glanced at it and saw that it was Ning Chunyan whom she had just met not long ago. She walked to a place where no one was around and answered the phone.

As soon as the call was connected, Ning Chunyan asked anxiously: "I heard from Lin Feng that Wang Zixu's manuscript was not shortlisted this time? What happened? I called him, but he didn't answer. How is he now?"

Ye Lan glanced at the blushing Wang Zixu and said, "He's fine, but something is completely wrong with him."

"Isn't there something wrong with him all the time?"

"What's even more wrong." Ye Lan changed his hand to hold the mobile phone, "Anyway, he was not shortlisted, saying that he is at this level."

Ning Chunyan said: "He can't How could he not be shortlisted? At his level, I showed it to my parents and some other writers, and they all said it was good. It would be unreasonable if his article was not shortlisted! ”

Ye Lanyao Head: "I don't know why this is happening. In fact, I also feel strange why he was not shortlisted."

"Where are you?"

“Huh?”

“Where are you and Wang Zixu now?”

…

Shen Qingfeng was playing golf in the mountains behind Xihe. His cell phone rang suddenly. He answered the call. On the other end of the phone was Gou Yingbiao who sounded excited:

"Mr. Shen , Absolutely! Didn’t the results of the preliminary examination come out yesterday? Guess what? Wang Zixu was not shortlisted!" Shen Qingfeng raised his eyes and said, "Didn’t I get the results of the preliminary examination yesterday? Pay attention to this matter. Isn’t it possible to be shortlisted as long as you write it? "Zixu, he is not shortlisted."