Chapter 106 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land
The streamlined body of the dark Steinway piano is like a gorgeous large crystal chandelier reflected on the water. The warm yellow light shines on the dark champagne bottle, stirring in the clear liquid inside the bottle. A landscape painting by a Russian oil painter hangs on the wall. The green rural landscape bursts out with infinite vitality, breaking through the constraints of the frame and spreading onto the green wall cloth with complicated patterns.
Zhang Qian was lying on the toffee chair. Many white paper balls were thrown on the mirror-smooth marble floor in front of her, and her dried tears were wrapped in them. Behind her was a huge aquarium, in which several lacquered flame shrimps were swinging their tail limbs and legs leisurely. These shrimp are very authentic and don’t turn into a talking Dr. Lobster. And she was lying between the lobster and the toilet paper, like a dividing line.
Looking at it from the perspective of her best friend, this composition is very interesting.
Zhang Qian has been yawning for half an hour, talking over and over again about her ex's bad things, and more often than not, she is accusing Ning Chunyan. Even her best friend has yawned five times at this time, averaging once every six minutes.
"Why is he so disgusting? I don't know why my confidence exploded after being complimented by a talented woman. I really felt sick when I saw his appearance!"
My best friend secretly yawned again, and finally couldn't help but said: "You know it will be disgusting, why don't you just not go? Going there will not only make you feel bad, but also leave an excuse for others."
Zhang Qian said: "But I'm really curious if he really hooked up with Ning Chunyan."
"Isn't that the case? You are the one who brought the disgust on yourself."
Zhang Qian was indignant: "I don't understand. How did he hook up with Ning Chunyan? And he could still find someone to support him."
The best friend stood up and said: "These two are having an affair."
Zhang Qian took out another piece of toilet paper and blew her nose: "Besides the adultery, I can't think of any other reason."
"Yes. This kind of bullshit about talented literary women is all about complimenting each other. But being able to hook up with Ning Chunyan, your ex-boyfriend, is quite impressive."
"Isn't it that Ning Chunyan is despicable?" Zhang Qian turned around and asked.
The best friend said rationally: "If there is really adultery, it can only be regarded as falling in love, not despicable."
Zhang Qian glared at her: "Whose best friend are you?"
Her best friend quickly coaxed her: "I am on your side."
Zhang Qian lowered her head: "Anyone who falls in love with Wang Zixu is despicable."
My best friend didn’t want to be mean but couldn’t help but asked: “Didn’t you also talk to him?”
Zhang Qian said: “I don’t think it was a talk, it can only be considered a blind date. After a while. If I were really emotionally involved, how could I still meet him so peacefully?" My best friend said sincerely. "That's right."
After saying that, my best friend asked: "But, is that person's writing skills really good? He even stood up for the Ning Chun Banquet, can he at least advance to the second round?"
Zhang Qian shook her head: "How high can he be? I don't know what level he is? He was immediately kicked down after entering the second round. Not to mention that Ning Chun Yan's level is not good."
Her best friend was stunned: "Isn't Ning Chun Yan's level not good enough?"
“I heard who said that she is not good at it and is not as good as Chen Qingluo,” Zhang Qian said, “I will say a few words at the next essay meeting, and we can no longer let her be a judge.”
“Change Chen Qingluo.” Her best friend shouted.
“Yeah. Change to Chen Qingluo.”
…
Chen Qingluo was sitting in the co-pilot of Ning Chunyan, looking at Ning Chunyan in the driver's seat like a child shaking because of going to kindergarten for the first time. Her eyes were a little confused, a little curious, and a little happy.
“Your driving skills are a bit inadequate. Your hands are shaking.” Chen Qingluo said.
Ning Chunyan lost the steering wheel: "Here you go."
Chen Qingluo said: "I haven't got my driver's license yet."
"Then you have the nerve to accuse me!"
"I failed the third grade three times."
"The third grade? Wouldn't it be easier to pass with more practice?"
"I'm discouraged. I don't want to practice anymore."
"You're hopeless."
Ning Chunyan parked the car at the gate of the campus. The garden was full of green, and the vitality stretched out from the iron fence of the campus yard. The streets were busy with traffic, and it was still the old scenery.
Of course, it’s not that old for Ning Chun Yan, she has only been away from school for less than a week.
“How long has it been since you returned to your alma mater?” Ning Chunyan asked.
Chen Qingluo thought for a while and said: "It's been a long time, I don't count that kind of time."
Ning Chunyan said: "Why are you so not nervous?"
Chen Qingluo said: "You don't need a reason not to be nervous, but you need a reason to be nervous. So, why are you so nervous?"
"What if you are rejected!?" After waiting for a while at the school gate, an unknown student soon ran over, wearing a clean white shirt and smiling brightly:
"Is it Senior Ning?"
"Ah, uh..."
"I am your fan! Can you sign your autograph for me?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't bring a pen...'
Chen Qingluo watched the Ningchun Banquet in an embarrassing situation, gloating. When she finally finished signing the boy's clothes, Chen Qingluo said quietly:
"Tell me, can I get rich by reselling your signature? Ning is a talented woman. "
Ning Chunyan glared at her resentfully. Before she could speak, a voice suddenly sounded from behind:
"Is this Senior Chen Qingluo? I'm your fan, can you sign it for me? "
Chen Qingluo turned around like a puppet on strings and stammered: "I, I didn't, I didn't bring a pen. ”
“I have it.”
Ning Chunyan approached Chen Qingluo’s ear and said, “You should resell your own first.”
The two of them Today they are all wearing cool clothes. Ning Chunyan is wearing a sleeveless jacket and denim shorts, while Chen Qingluo is wearing a college-style short-sleeved shirt and an over-the-knee skirt. Because of their figures, they are very eye-catching when they stand together, so it is no wonder that they are looked at twice.
Ning Chunyan said: "I suddenly remembered that we haven't told Wang Zixu about this yet."
Chen Qingluo said: "He didn't It’s necessary to know. It would be a bit strange if he knew that we were helping him.”
“But we have to be mentally prepared, right?”
Chen Qingluo agreed that she should call Wang Zixu. After the call was connected, Wang Zixu just listened to Ning Chunyan in silence without making any comments.
In the end, Wang Zixu said: "Thank you very much for doing so much for me."
Ning Chunyan said carelessly: "I can't say thank you for my kindness. Just keep it in your heart. I don't expect you to repay it. Just maintain this purity of literature in the future."
Wang Zixu said: "If you don't succeed in the end, then get out as soon as possible, don't worry about it anymore, and pretend that nothing happened, so as not to affect yourself."
Ning Chunyan said: "Thank you, but you should consider your own situation at that time."
“It’s just a change of environment to write in.”
After hanging up the phone, Chen Qingluo curled her lips: “Why are you pretending to be cool.”
"I said him."
… …
Wang Zixu hung up the phone, and Ye Lan asked from the passenger seat: "Ning Talent has arrived at Nanjing University? In other words, she is in the East China Sea at the moment?"
Ye Lan said: "Then why didn't you tell her that we are also in the East China Sea? Maybe we can run into each other!"
Wang Zixu turned the steering wheel: "Even if we are in the same city, we are at least ten kilometers away from her. The East China Sea is so huge that it is so big that it is no longer a foreign land, and old friends are lost in it."
< br>Ye Lan was confused when he heard this: “Although I don’t know what you are talking about, but later we will take the poet back to Nanda to pick up things. Maybe we will meet on the road and we might as well make an appointment for dinner. "
Wang Zixu said: "No, although people I know happen to be from Nanjing University, I don't like the intersection of my two circles."
The poet was chewing gum in the back of the car: "Have you ever asked your opinion? Maybe they want to merge?"
"No, you don't want to."
The four people in the car, Wang Zixu, Ye Lan, Cheng Xing, and the Innocence Poet, were on their way to the East China Sea. They are going to do something that has been postponed for a long time-discussing the publication of the physical book of "The Little Prince's Love Letters".
Wang Zixu drove Ye Lan’s car. Originally, Wang Zixu did not want to be present in person, as that would increase the probability of the little prince's identity being exposed, but he was not present in person and asked Cheng Xing to pass the message on his behalf. Many things were not easy to discuss, so he came in person this time.
Ye Lan and Cheng woke up to prove for him that he was indeed the little prince himself - after all, there are very few people on this planet who can prove who the little prince himself is.
And the poet is just a helper. She is still in her freshman year this year, and it is not technically time for vacation yet. She plans to go back to school to say hello and deal with some things.
Cheng Xing said: "Nanda does have some literary genes. Ning Cainnv was also born in Nanda, and the poet and I, we all embarked on the path of literature."
The poet asked: "Which university did the little prince graduate from?"
The prince drove the car and pretended not to hear.
In fact, when he heard Cheng Xing’s words just now, his thoughts flew to a certain person. That person was also from Nanjing University, and he also embarked on the path of literature, and he went further than anyone else. He was glad that Cheng Xing didn't mention that person's name directly.
The ruts criss-cross the road, leaving traces of grass and gray lines that are faint and undetectable, just like the threads of fate that are secretly involved. Those who are not extremely wise cannot detect their faint path.
…
Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo were sitting in the faculty and staff office in the blink of an eye. If it is said to be a faculty and staff office, it is better to remove the word "teaching" from it. The professors are busy all day long. They go to class and leave after class. They rarely stay here. They are not busy preparing lessons and correcting homework like high school teachers. At most, they come here to enjoy the air conditioning between classes.
For the sake of the "Twin Jewels of Xihe", Professor Zhong Junmin made an appointment easily. He sat opposite the two women, drinking a full cup of buckwheat tea. Behind him stood a young man who looked like his student, holding his hands behind his back and staring at them with his eyes.
(End of this chapter)