Chapter 125 As long as there is a home to return to, everything will be saved
After Zhong Junmin finished speaking, everyone began to laugh awkwardly. It is too difficult to ask people to eliminate distracting thoughts and pay attention to their own careers.
Zhong Junmin himself felt that what he said was too pedantic and too arrogant. He probably didn’t want young people to hear it, so he sighed to make amends for himself:
“Actually, these days, I talk to Huang Xing every day. Huo Nao is also a little shaken. Now our students are full of quotations from the Little Prince. At first, I despised him, but after listening to him more, I feel that this person is indeed quite good. But no matter how good his writing style is, he will never be able to get on the stage. I just don’t want you to end up like this. ”
Wang Zixu never expected that the topic suddenly changed and suddenly flew to the little prince who was out of reach. Although the little prince was still himself, he did not expect that for a moment he thought his identity was exposed.
Wang Zixu said: “Professor, you don’t have to worry about this.”
Because it has already been reduced to this.
Zhong Junmin nodded: "That's good, that's good. 'Literary and historical chronology is almost between divination and fortune-telling. It is the teasing of the emperor, the promotion of excellent animals, and the despising of popular customs.' Even Ma Qian of the Taishi Company fell into a deep self-crisis at that time, but in the end history gave him his due status, with eternal glory. Don't give up on your own way just because of the gains and losses of one moment and one place. Lu, you must have chosen literature because of certain beliefs. You have to stick to yourself and believe in the power of words."
Wang Zixu nodded solemnly and said sadly, "Okay, I will."
Wang Zixu was not the only one who was sensitive when he heard the name Little Prince. Ning Chunyan interrupted and asked: "Professor Zhong, do you still think that the little prince is not popular?"
Zhong Junmin shook his head: "If you don't join the stream, you won't be in the stream. He can't be in the stream. No matter how good he writes, it's just a secret, and he can't become a real master."
Wang Zixu was very shocked when he heard this, but Ning Chunyan's eyes lit up: "So, you also think that the little prince can write well Not bad?"
Zhong Junmin looked livid: "Who said that?"
"You just said that he can't be a good writer no matter how good he is, does that mean he can at least be a good one now?"
Zhong Junmin was so angry that he slapped the armrest of the chair: "I'm not saying that he writes well, I am saying that there is a dividing line between good literature and bad literature. Part of him is at the upper end of that dividing line, but that part is the least important part of literature. Apart from that part, the rest cannot even be called literature, so we cannot say that he is good."
Ning Chunyan shut up knowingly. She didn't agree with Professor Zhong's point of view, but there was no need to anger the professor on this matter.
She likes the little prince, but this kind of love is more suitable to be hidden in the bottom of her heart. She only needs to know it in her heart, and it is not suitable to declare it verbally.
After Professor Zhong finished speaking, he was still unhappy. He turned to look at Wang Zixu with a livid face: "Your writing style is also good. I feel it is no worse than the so-called little prince. Some parts may be lacking, but don't be discouraged, let alone be jealous of his achievements. His popularity is just a moment of noise, and becoming an immortal is what every author should pursue."< /p>
Facing the professor’s expectant gaze, the prince had nothing to say and could only nod slowly: "...Okay."
"No worse than the little prince" is a certainty, "some parts are lacking" should be impossible, and "jealous of his achievements" is even more out of the question.
Because he is the little prince. Of course, it is enough for you to know this in your heart, and it is not appropriate to declare it verbally.
He was very glad that he decided not to disclose the identity of his little prince. Otherwise, would there be so many people helping him now? He cherishes these fates very much and must always keep them secret in the future and never reveal the identity of the little prince.
Speaking of the little prince, Professor Zhong’s chatterbox opened up and he spoke to everyone.
Wang Zixu doesn’t care what happens to the little prince, he cares more about Chen Qingluo. Now, he seems to have gradually become accustomed to being in the same space as Chen Qingluo. Being less than a few meters away from Chen Qingluo, he was able to avoid acting awkwardly and making unreasonable references. This was a great improvement.
To his regret, Chen Qingluo didn’t even look at him from beginning to end. He glanced at her secretly many times, but she never looked at him once.
Wang Zixu was a little frustrated. Not because she didn't look at him, but because he couldn't help but confirm over and over again even though he knew she wouldn't look at him. He knew there was no result, he just couldn't help it.
It is clear that Chen Qingluo has not forgotten him, and the two of them may still try to talk to each other as before. Even if they can no longer get closer, it is still good to be friends. But Chen Qingluo had no such intention.
Why does she pretend not to know herself in front of others? She must have her own reasons. Maybe she doesn't want others to see that she had such a relationship with him in her youth. Maybe she feels that Wang Zixu failed too much and would lose her status if she had a good relationship with him. Chen Qingluo's thoughts are unfathomable, who can guess?
Maybe it’s a good thing she doesn’t look at him. He could stop thinking about her and stop staring at her who couldn't get close to her, which only increased his worries. Just like poets sighing at the moon, they cannot get close to it and can only imagine it.
While the professor was criticizing the little prince and Wang Zixu lowered his head in thought, Chen Qingluo suddenly spoke, which shocked Wang Zixu.
“Why should the little prince be called little prince?”
“What?”
Chen Qingluo said: “I mean , who would give himself the pen name "Little Prince"? It feels a bit...if I'm honest, he feels like a very hypocritical person."
Chen Qingluo's focus is always strange
Wang Zixu felt deeply shocked.
Professor Zhong’s ten minutes of output just now did not hit him as hard as Chen Qingluo’s words.
Ning Chunyan said quickly: "No, Little Prince is just the abbreviation. The full name of his account nickname is Little Prince Pulling Up the Baobab Tree."
"What is it called?" Chen Qingluo raised her eyebrows.
“The little prince uprooted the baobab tree.”
Chen Qingluo swayed, covered her mouth, turned around and faced everyone with her back, her shoulders trembling.
“…Pfft, whoosh, whoosh…”
Wang Zixu hasn’t seen such an emotional Chen Qingluo in more than ten years.
She was fighting with herself intensely, trying hard not to laugh, but her crescent-shaped eyes betrayed her, and her cheeks turned pink.
Ning Chunyan stared at her: "Why are you laughing? Could it be that the little prince pulled up the baobab tree upside down and made you laugh?"
Chen Qingluo's shoulders shook even more fiercely.
"Huh? Is there really anyone who would be amused by this nickname? Your smile is really weird."
Chen Qingluo couldn't stop laughing and couldn't refute her. Ning Chunyan ran over to look at her face and started to play tricks:
"Isn't it just the little prince who pulled up the baobab tree upside down? Isn't it funny that the little prince pulled up the baobab tree upside down? Can't the little prince pull up the baobab tree upside down?"
Chen Qingluo squatted down with a "squeak", buried her face in her hands, and made a sound like a cat.
Wang Zixu felt in a good mood again.
How did the little prince come up with the name "The Little Prince Uprooted the Baobab Tree"? marvelous. At least I am very talented in naming!
It was almost time, and they sent Professor Zhong to the station. Along the way, Professor Zhong talked about the literary persistence that writers should have.
At first, Wang Zixu was worried that he would not get along well with Professor Zhong because of his status and qualifications. But after the exchange, apart from disagreements about literature, he had no airs.
Maybe after reading more, people become broad-minded and tolerant. Professor Zhong does not claim to be authoritative. He is like a cute little old man who can get along well with each other even if he has different opinions.
When he arrived at the high-speed rail station, Zhao Peilin told him a lot of useful things before leaving.
For example, registration for graduate students is usually at the end of September, and the initial exam follows shortly thereafter. After all the calculations have been made, he only has more than three months of review time left.
When you reach the age of thirty, your physical and mental strength have declined. If you compete with a group of young people on the same stage, you may not be able to pass the exam. If you don't pass the exam, what I'm talking about now is just opening the champagne in advance, and it's all for nothing.
Zhao Peilin said that he would provide him with review materials and notes. The materials, notes, and various teaching materials and teaching aids he prepared for the postgraduate entrance examination were all given to him, whether he picked them up or sent them to him, it was up to him.
The prince thanked him profusely.
After seeing off Professor Zhong, Ning Chunyan asked: "Then, what are your plans next?"
Wang Zixu said: "I made an appointment with a friend, and then I plan to go home and take my wife to have a good meal."
"I didn't ask you, I asked Qingluo."
Chen Qingluo felt bright for a while after laughing about the little prince and the baobab tree, but now she became gloomy again for some reason, and said in a low voice:
"I want to go home and lie down."
Ning Chunyan's tone was particularly gentle: "Qingluo, that's not an arrangement, it can only be considered a helplessness."
"Then I have no other arrangements except helplessness."
Ning Chunyan gave her a loving hug: "It's so pitiful, come home with me, I'll ask my mother to make delicious food for you."
"I don't want it." After Chen Qingluo finished speaking, she added, "Call me after dinner."
"You're a bit too much!"
Wang Zixu listened silently, thinking of Chen Qingluo lying alone in his own home, and suddenly felt very sad for no reason.
Can a genius be lonely?
After feeling sad, I then thought about it, what qualifications do I have to feel sad for Chen Qingluo? Take care of yourself first, fool.
Wang Zixu had no chance to talk to Chen Qingluo again, so he called Lin Feng and drove over to pick him up. As soon as they met, Lin Feng said:
"It's so hard for you to hide it from me!"
Lin Feng said that, but he didn’t look angry, instead he smiled. People who are truly happy for their friends will not be really angry because of such things. Wang Zixu felt moved in his heart.
Wang Zixu said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you. The enemy is too insidious. If one more person knows about it, there will be more risks."
"The enemy is indeed very insidious."
Since Lin Feng overheard Shen Qingfeng and Lin Luo's plans, he gave up all illusions about them. He could understand Wang Zixu's approach.
They found a place, and Wang Zixu told him what happened after he was brushed off by Zhang Qian, which made Lin Feng sigh. He was especially envious that Wang Zixu could be recommended by two talented women, Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo. Being so appreciated by others would be enough to comfort him even if he didn't win the first prize in the end.
After hearing that Wang Zixu planned to resign, he also expressed his concerns. It can be said that it is quite dangerous to resign at this age. Except for jobs within the system, most companies will give up when they see him at this age. Once he resigns, it will be difficult to find a better job.
However, the prince had made up his mind, so he did not try to persuade him. He just asked: "Have you discussed this matter with your wife?"
"Not yet. I plan to have a good talk with her tonight."
Lin Feng frowned.
“We really need to talk about it better. Resignation is impossible without the support of family members.”
After saying that, he sighed: “I actually want to be like you. , running towards freedom, sometimes my wife puts a lot of pressure on me, and I think, why should I get married? But when I calm down and see my wife and children living happily, all the worries I had before disappear in an instant.
"For me, home is a haven of happiness. I have been wandering outside, how many sins, how much suffering I have suffered, and how many faces I have seen. When you come home, you see the warmth of your wife and children, which makes everything unimportant. No matter what difficulties you encounter, as long as you have a home to return to, you will be saved."
Wang Zixu said, yes.
Lin Feng is a person who lives a very authentic life. There should be more normal people like him in the world. However, he was unable to feel the emotion Lin Feng was talking about.
From the time he could remember, there were no warm scenes in his family. Before his parents divorced, his life was already in ruins. After the divorce, there was no healing scene, only Comrade Wang Jianguo walked around cursing.
He knew this was not normal life. Not just because the classmates in school often laughed around him: We all have mothers, you don’t have a mother, hahahaha... He wasn’t angry at that time, he just thought it wasn’t my fault that I didn’t have a mother, and he didn’t complain to Comrade Wang Jianguo—at that time, he was already troubled enough and had no time to care about a child’s psychological problems.
It may be that the root of the disease was established at that time, which caused him to have doubts about married life. This suspicion gradually spread, making him very resistant to all kinds of intimacy, which made him appear somewhat erratic.
Often whenever the relationship with someone becomes close, he will reject the person thousands of miles away, which makes people very hurt. During his student career, many people fell into his trap and were very angry with him. The only exception is Chen Qingluo. Chen Qingluo is special to him.
At that time, he was very cold, so cold that he had no human emotions. He could not empathize with other people's sadness and joy. His cold attitude coupled with his tall figure made him cool in a sense. He was also chased by many girls, but in the end they all fell through. It wasn't until a fellow student in college pointed out his character problems to his face that he realized that his behavior was abnormal.
After living with his wife for more than three years, his symptoms eased a little, and he gradually developed emotions that normal humans should have, and he became a lot gentler. This was the fundamental reason why he was able to sit here and chat with Lin Feng over wine.
“I will have a good talk with my wife, and I will try my best to gain her support. If she is not willing, then I will give up my current idea,” Wang Zixu smiled, “After all, family is the most important thing.”
Lin Feng patted him on the shoulder: "You haven't gotten the certificate with your wife yet? Get the certificate as soon as possible and try to have a child as soon as possible. After you have a family of three, your life has entered a new stage, and everything will become very different."
Wang Zixu is not looking forward to a new stage in life, but if he lives to this age, he will no longer be afraid of it. He nodded firmly.
Lin Feng later told him about Lin Luo and Shen Qingfeng. The two had been very unlucky recently due to their failure at the cultural meeting, and they had become much more low-key in their work. Lin Luo was even more depressed every day. Lin Feng was a little gloating about this, but he was also a little worried that Shen Qingfeng would hold back something bad again.
They made an appointment to register with the Literary and Art Association in a few days, and invited Wang Zixu to officially become a member of the Literary and Art Association. Lin Feng hinted to him that if he publishes another blockbuster novel, he is likely to become the vice president of the Literary and Art Association.
After bidding farewell to Lin Feng, Wang Zixu returned home. To his surprise, his wife was not at home, her shoes were not at the door, and there were no lights on at home.
He walked to the dining table and picked up a piece of paper on the table. It was written in small and cold handwriting:
"I'm leaving. Don't come to me. No. Contact me.
”
(End of chapter)