Chapter 124 Going on a long trip at the age of eighteen
The eldest girl was wearing a light green sleeveless shirt today and a pair of denim shorts on her lower body. She did not wear makeup or any jewelry. Her hair is long and straight, and her eyes are very bright and serious. She is not looking at the world seriously, but looking inward at her own spiritual world. She is thinking about something. As she gradually approached, Wang Zixu felt a dull pain in his chest.
Ning Chunyan admired the bewildered Wang Zixu and thought it was great not to tell him in advance. Ants on a hot pot are not something you see every day.
Only when Chen Qingluo walked to the car did she notice someone in the passenger seat. She looked inwards and her eyes finally began to cast their eyes towards the world outside her body. Then she found Wang Zixu sitting in the car. She stood there numbly and rubbed her eyes with her hands.
Ning Chunyan lowered the car window on Wang Zixu’s side: “Why are you standing there? Get in the car?”
She did not tell Wang Zixu that a Chen Qingluo was about to arrive in the car, nor did she tell Chen Qingluo that a Zizixu would appear on the car, so Wang Zixu was not the only ant on the hot pot.
Chen Qingluo lowered her head, walked quickly to the back seat, opened the car door, stood and thought for a few seconds, then closed the door again, came to the passenger door, and opened the passenger door like opening a chicken coop before killing a chicken.
"Come out."
Wang Zixu huddled in his seat, staring at Chen Qingluo's white neck in a daze.
Ning Chunyan asked: "What do you want to do?"
"I want to sit in the passenger seat."
Wang Zixu got out of the car without saying a word, watched Chen Qingluo get into the car, closed the door for her, and then sat in the back seat of her own accord.
Ning Chunyan watched the two people act silently and seemed to have some tacit understanding, and said: "Why do you want to drive him out? Can't you just sit in the back seat?"
Chen Qingluo looked forward: "I want to sit in the passenger seat."
Ning Chunyan said: "You don't want to chat with me, I still want to chat with him to relieve my boredom."
Chen Qingluo reiterated her position: "I want to sit in the passenger seat."
Ning Chunyan said: "By the way, let me introduce to you, this person is the author of "A Safe Road Ahead". Don't you like this work very much? You also argued hard for this work. You just rushed to the back seat. That person is the author who won the award yesterday. You two must have been friends for a long time, right? We finally met officially today."
Chen Qingluo closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said:
“I want to sit in the passenger seat.”
“No one is talking about this topic anymore, thank you.”
Ning Chunyan was greatly surprised by Chen Qingluo’s lack of food and salt. She had stood up for Wang Zixu many times before, offering suggestions and efforts. According to her character, it would be reasonable for her to blackmail him for a meal when they met today, but she turned out to be indifferent.
Ning Chunyan looked back at Wang Zixu: "Let me also introduce to you, this willful and willful lady-like figure who only thinks about herself and not others is Chen Qingluo. The reason why your manuscript was shortlisted is because of her idea. She also gave you an award yesterday. "How did you feel when you saw her today?"
"Let her sit in the passenger seat."
"Okay, let her sit in the passenger seat."
Ning Chunyan started the car. After driving for a while, there were three people in the car, but it was strangely silent. Only the sound of the engine could be heard.
Just when Ning Chunyan felt that the atmosphere was getting weirder and weirder, Chen Qingluo said:
"Although the manuscript of "A Safe Road Ahead" is okay, it is a bit conservative in terms of structure and the techniques are very traditional. , it’s just that the other parts are polished well, so it’s just okay.”
Ning Chunyan looked embarrassed: “Qing Luo, the author is sitting in the back, is it a bit strange for you to discuss it with me like this?”
Chen Qingluo was unmoved, as if he had not heard her words, and continued: "So I am very confused, has the author not dabbled in any modern novelists? Hasn't he read Kafka and Faulkner?"
Ning Chunyan was speechless and said: "Zixu, did you hear that? Teacher Chen Qingluo said that you have not read Kafka and Faulkner. Have you read them?"
p>Wang Zixu said: "I have read it. Of course I have. In fact, I initially considered writing a more modern version of this issue. I tried to write a version and showed it to a friend of mine to read, but she said she couldn't understand it. Considering the nature of the competition and the taste of readers, I was afraid that the manuscript would not pass, so I changed it to what it is now, with a more traditional narrative method. But the length has also become longer."
Ning Chunyan turned to Chen Qingluo and said: "Yes. The author himself said so."
Chen Qingluo let out a cool "hum" and said: "If that is the author's consideration, it can't be wrong. When Yu Hua wrote "Going Away at the Age of Eighteen", he was also regarded as a pioneer writer, but he later wrote None of them are avant-garde, but each one is more famous than "Going Away at Eighteen Years Old." But the author should be careful not to overdo it. Too many distractions will affect his creation. " Ning Chunyan said to Wang Zixu: "Did you hear the teachings of Teacher Chen Qingluo? "
Wang Zixu said: "I think I may be too low on self-esteem. I have been trying without results, so I have more and more distracting thoughts and become more and more depressed. Of course, this is not self-pity. Please help me, thank you Mr. Chen Qingluo Master, I will remember this.”
Ning Chunyan said to him: “Why don’t you just thank her?”
Chen Qingluo said to Ning Chunyan again: "I think everything is difficult at the beginning. He won some honors for his short story this time, and I heard that he was featured in "Yangtze River". Next, he can actually try full-length writing. Only long-form writing can establish an author's status."
The two of them were obviously sitting in the same car, but they were both talking to her. If it weren't for the blocking function in reality, she would have thought that the two of them couldn't see each other.
She originally thought that Wang Zixu was the only one with autism, but she didn’t expect that Chen Qingluo was also autistic.
She almost doubted whether these two people were both 30 years old. Their childish behavior of sending messages through the air was as youthful as if they had just turned eighteen.
Wang Zixu said: "I plan to write a long article next."
He neither answered Ning Chun Yan, nor did he seem to be talking to Chen Qingluo, but seemed to be talking to himself. Chen Qingluo didn't express an opinion, and the air in the car fell into strange silence again.
After a long time, Chen Qingluo cleared her throat, looked forward, and her tone of voice became high and low: "At least, publishing a work of more than 150,000 words can be considered as officially stepping into the threshold of creation."
She was like a patient who was finally able to walk slowly on his own after a series of rehabilitation exercises, and she was carefully moving forward while holding on to the wall. She is trying to establish a direct dialogue with Wang Zixu.
Why is Wang Zixu not nervous? He simply can’t believe that he can still have a direct conversation with Chen Qingluo after 12 years. Because there was such a long time in between, he couldn't figure out the positions of both parties, and he couldn't figure out the appropriateness of the dialogue. He also didn't do his rehabilitation well.
Ning Chunyan was the only person in the car who was not scheming. She gave up sending messages to the two of them. They wanted to chat and started a new topic: "By the way, Wang Zixu, you won the first place in the Xihe Literary Society yesterday. Did your wife go to see it? Why didn't you see your wife?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Ning Chunyan felt the temperature on his right side drop sharply. Wang Zixu said: "She didn't go."
"Your wife didn't even see the scene of you receiving the award? Oh my, that was showing your face in front of the people of the city. Wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't see it?"
Wang Zixu said: "It's okay. I told her on the phone that she is not familiar with the literary world and is far away from literature. It is enough for her to know that this is the case and she doesn't care much about it."
Ning Chunyan said: "Why don't you care? You must not have explained to your wife the value of the first prize."
Wang Zixunran said: "I really didn't explain much. But after I told her that there was a bonus of 100,000 yuan, she was very excited."
After hearing this, Ning Chunyan felt a chill in her heart. She thought about Wang Zixu lending her the money. She expected that Wang Zixu's wife valued the bonus so much, so her family life must not be luxurious, so she asked: "Hey, have you discussed with your wife about lending me 800,000 yuan? How about I return the 800,000 yuan to you?"
Wang Zixu said: "Don't worry, my family still has enough savings. Nowadays, bank interest rates are not good, and there is no way to invest. I have so much money in my hand, I don't know what to do with it. Even if I don't lend it to you, I will buy some messy financial products. Don't worry."
After this period of operation, Wang Zixu made a lot of money from the royalties of literature and novels.
In addition to the 800,000 that he lent to Ning Chunyan, he now has nearly 300,000 in savings. This is enough. If I call my wife on time in the name of royalties, I can call her for a long, long time.
If he didn’t lend it to Ning Chunyan, such money would be lying on his account. If his wife found out, he wouldn’t know how to explain it.
Ning Chun Yan is still a little worried: "But I have no confidence in the profitability of my magazine."
Wang Zixu said: "You have to give it a try before you know. If you lose too much, just quit in time and stop doing it. With your income, you should not be able to pay back the money."
Ning Chun Yan said: "That's for sure. I will pay back your money no matter what."
"Don't worry. I'll be happy if I can help you."
Ning Chunyan said sincerely: "You are a good person."
"Thank you. You are also a good person."
Chen Qingluo coughed several times and said in a dry voice: "Then who... lent you money?"
"Why did you change to 'that who'? That's Wang Zixu, my good brother."
Chen Qingluo rolled her eyes at the roof of the car: "A guy with money is a good brother."
"If you come to be the editor-in-chief of our magazine, you will also be my good sister."
"It's not uncommon."
Ning Chunyan turned to Wang Zixu and said, "But fortunately, Xihe TV should have a rebroadcast of yesterday's awards. You were also on the local news, and your wife will definitely be able to see it."
Chen Qingluo said: "Well, I can see a lot of people criticizing him."
"What?"
Chen Qingluo took out her mobile phone: "Didn't you read the news comments? The public account posted Yes. There are a lot of weird people down there. "
"Really?"
Wang Zixu silently took out his phone and opened Xihe's official account, and he saw the news about the awards ceremony yesterday.
I clicked to take a look at the comments, but found that it was okay. It was not as exaggerated as Chen Qingluo said. Most of the comments were "good", "like" and "support" without nutrition.
In addition, there are others who discuss the lively scene yesterday, wish Xihe the future development, and study who is more beautiful, Chen Qingluo or Ning Chunyan.
As for the comments about Yin Yang strangely winning the award and claiming that the award was predetermined, they do exist, but there are not many of them. It can be seen at a glance that they are other people who submitted but were not selected.
Wang Zixu raised his head and glanced at Chen Qingluo. Under the cover of the chair back, he could only see a very limited profile of her face. Her hair was hanging down at the temples. Her hair was as straight as measured with a ruler. Her ears were slightly red and very small and exquisite.
Can’t see her expression clearly.
She would actually go out of her way to read such news and care about such comments. Chen Qingluo's originally distant figure suddenly became grounded in his heart.
Soon the car arrived at the Plaza Hotel, and the three of them got out of the car and went upstairs. Along the way, they met many people from all walks of life in Xihe, and they all looked at the trio.
Just after the cultural conference, the three of them gained a lot of exposure. Not to mention the two talented women in the "Twin Jewels of Xihe", Wang Zixu has now taken advantage of this popularity to become a celebrity, and many people are beginning to be familiar with him.
It is a rare sight for the three of them to walk together in the Plaza Hotel. Especially Wang Zixu, many people looked at him with envy.
He was originally penniless, but just because he won the first prize, he was surrounded by two beauties, which was really enviable.
Entering Professor Zhong Junmin’s room, Professor Zhong and Zhao Peilin had packed their luggage. The three of them greeted each other respectfully, and Zhao Peilin pulled Wang Zixu aside in surprise:
"Junior brother, I asked you to bring a beautiful woman over, and you brought the Xihe Twins. Do you overestimate me, senior brother?"
Wang Zixu said: "I didn't bring them here, they brought me here."
"Awesome. If only I were you, I could have such an affair."
"Is this an affair? I just happened to be on the same road as them. Do you overestimate me a little?"
"I have been with Xihe Shuangbi all day long, and I am still afraid of not having an affair?"
Before Wang Zixu could figure out the logical relationship, he was called over by Professor Zhong.
“Last night, I discussed your novel with many other people, as well as other works in the competition,” Zhong Junmin said. “Among these people are judges, senior members of the Literary and Art Association, and some celebrities from other walks of life.”
After a pause, he added: "I found that everyone has different opinions, and there are all kinds of opinions, but everyone's unified opinion is that your work is at a higher level than all other works except for the second prize piece."
After finishing speaking, he concluded: "It is indeed a rare and excellent work."
Wang Zixu bowed his head and said a few words of humility.
Zhong Junmin added: "However, don't be arrogant and complacent. I have seen many young people who succeeded in their ambitions, but then declined because of being too complacent and lost track of everyone. I hope you will not follow in their footsteps."
Ning Chunyan said: "Professor Zhong, you don't understand him, how could Wang Zixu be complacent? He is very autistic. When we drove here today, he did a lot of self-examination along the way. As long as others criticize him for being wrong, he will believe it regardless of whether it is right or not."
Chen Qingluo crossed her arms and looked at the wall. She was the one scolding the prince, and she pretended that it had nothing to do with her.
Zhong Junmin said: "Of course, don't be autistic. Nanda is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, with talents emerging in large numbers. Your current results can be considered as a 'talent' among them. What I want to remind you is to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, otherwise it is easy to have problems with your mentality."
Zhao Peilin added with a serious expression: "What Professor Zhong means is that because you have just emerged, there will be a period of progress. You need to polish your works and quickly write more weighty works to consolidate your position in the literary world. So the mentality is very important. Is that so Professor Zhong?"
Professor Zhong waved away He: "Don't misinterpret my meaning. If you write for status, fame and fortune, you will fall into the inferior category. You must always remember that writing is the way. Of course, what Zhao Peilin said makes sense in a secular sense, and you can listen to it and believe it."
(End of this chapter)