Chapter 127 The Round Alien Egg
Zuo Ziliang saw a lonely room. The restaurant outside the porch was deserted, with nothing but a dining table (not even chairs), and a black object resting on the dining table. There is a smell of dusty leaves and orange peels floating in the air. It is not smelly, but when mixed together, it makes people feel that the smell is wonderful and makes them not want to stay longer.
The entire porch was as messy as a murder scene. A few shoes were scattered around, and the floor was covered with intricate black footprints, extending all the way to the dark place in the living room of the house. The walls were very clean, but they were so clean that it made people feel uncomfortable. It took Zuo Ziliang a while to find the source of the discomfort: there were no decorations on the walls, not even a hanging painting to fool people.
It was hard for him to imagine Wang Zixu living in this room.
"Is your home being robbed?"
Wang Zixu said: "Last time I asked a hustler to come to the house to move books, and the floor was dirty, and I never had time to mop it."
He was also a little embarrassed, so he went into the bathroom to get a mop.
Zuo Ziliang opened the shoe cabinet next to the door, and the smell of stale shoe polish hit his face. There were only two slippers in the shoe cabinet that were almost hairless. They were obviously not suitable for this season. After much hesitation, he finally did not change his shoes.
He walked into the house and looked around. The living room also followed the same minimalist style as the dining room. Except for a broken leather sofa and a pile of dusty large and small bags piled in the corner, there was nothing else, not even a TV.
Zuo Ziliang never expected that one day he would use the word "empty" to describe other people's homes, but Wang Zixu's home was indeed very empty. He estimated that he would have echoes when he spoke.
"Is your home really robbed?" Even the furniture had been evacuated. ”
There is really an echo. A cold and hard resonance like metal hovers in the ears.
Wang Zixu came out with a mop and smiled awkwardly: "There was no furniture in the first place. In the past, my family was poor, and some furniture could be saved as much as possible. Since then, it has been like this, and it does not affect my life, so it has always been like this."
This house has not been visited by guests for a long time, and neither Wang Zixu nor the house itself was prepared. He wanted to give Zuo Ziliang a glass of water, but he couldn't even find a disposable teacup.
Zuo Ziliang said: "You used to work in a career, and your salary was not high, but it was considered a middle income among the working class, right? Didn't your family have any savings? Look at your house, it looks like it has been bombed."
"Half of my money was used to buy books." Wang Zixu pointed to the living room and said, "What you see now is not what this home looked like before. The home was really empty before and there were books piled everywhere. Didn't they all go to the base?"
"Then you are willing to dedicate yourself to the company."
"I have already spent the money on buying books. I’ve got enough money back.”
“Where’s the other half?”
“The other half was taken to treat my father’s illness.”
“What’s the disease?”
Wang Zixu didn’t answer and mopped the floor seriously.
Zuo Ziliang said: "Can I go to your bedroom and have a look?"
Wang Zixu said: "Please."
Zuo Ziliang went there for a while , came back again and said: "In your wardrobe, there are only your own clothes."
"She took all the clothes away. I checked and she took away everything of her own." Wang Zixu said.
"Not a single thing left?"
"Not a single thing left."
After saying that, Wang Zixu sighed, turned to the bathroom, picked up a hairpin from the washbasin, and handed it to Zuo Ziliang: "Maybe this is the only one left."
Zuo Ziliang took the hairpin. It was a shiny and exquisite hairpin, but it was nothing more than that. It was not a valuable item.
Zuo Ziliang returned to the restaurant, and Wang Zixu returned the mop to the bathroom: "I just mopped the floor, there is water, be careful of slippery."
"I roughly know the situation is a What’s going on? I have nothing to ask you, except one question: What is this?”
Wang Zixu saw Zuo Ziliang covering his nose and pointing at an oval-shaped black substance on the dining table.
“What?”
“This.” Zuo Ziliang stretched out his fingers vigorously, as if to add an emphasis to his sentence.
The thing on the dining table he pointed at was gray, pitted, oval-shaped, and looked very evil. There is a faint smell in the room, which comes from this thing.
Wang Zixu frowned and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he said:
"This looks like an egg laid by an alien."
Zuo Ziliang said: " An alien came to your house and laid an egg on your dining table, and you didn’t notice it at all? ”
“If that were the case, I would definitely notice it. I just said it looks like an alien egg. It must not be an alien egg.”
Zuo Ziliang stared at the thing for a long time and said, "If you said this was indeed an egg laid by aliens, I would believe it."
Wang Zixu said, "Oh, I remembered, this should be a grapefruit. "
"Grapefruit?"
Zuo Ziliang stared at the thing on the table and was silent for a long time.
If this is really a grapefruit, it will be the saddest grapefruit Zuo Ziliang has ever seen in his life.
“Why would you think of using a cultural relic grapefruit as a table decoration?”
Zuo Ziliang sometimes speaks a bit harshly.
Wang Zixu found a garbage bag and said: "I bought it to observe it, but after leaving it for a long time, I forgot about its existence."
"What does observation mean? Observation?"
The expression on Zuo Ziliang's face seemed to be that of a mad scientist, using his familiar vocabulary to explain concepts that he did not understand at all.
Wang Zixu waved: "Help me come here and hold the bag."
Zuo Ziliang helped him open the garbage bag and watched him pick up the limp black grapefruits and throw them in. A puddle of disgusting liquid was left on the dining table. He turned away and held his breath.
Wang Zixu said: "There is a passage in my novel about the wife asking her husband why he didn't throw away the rotten grapefruit on the table. I wanted to see how long it would take for a grapefruit to rot, so I bought one and took it home to observe."
Zuo Ziliang asked: "Writing a little Do you think there is so much to consider? ”
“Yes, there are many more issues to consider than you think.”
Wang Zixu took the garbage bag in his hand and tied it tightly to prevent the smell of corruption from leaking out. Talking about the novel, Wang Zixu seemed to have forgotten that his wife was missing:
"For example, I wrote about apples at the beginning of that sentence. Because apples are the most common fruit in life. But after I finished writing it, I looked back and felt that it lacked literary authenticity. It felt like it was made up."
"Literary authenticity?" Zuo Ziliang repeated the phrase.
Wang Zixu said: "If I say there is a fruit on the table, what fruit do you think of first?"
"Apple."
"That's right," said Wang Zixu, "so I made it up at first glance."
Zuo Ziliang felt that he probably understood: "So you want to observe the grapefruit and establish an emotional connection with it?"
Wang Zixu said: "It's not about emotional connection. I specifically want to see how long it will take for the grapefruit to rot and whether it will be too smelly during the rotting process. If the smell of rotten grapefruit is as bad as the smell of an exploding sperm whale, then it won't work. If you don't throw it away, the actor would be a bit too much."
Zuo Ziliang nodded slowly: "I probably understand your dedication to the novel. But even for Yuzi, your male protagonist is too much."
Wang Zixu stretched out his hand: "I'm going to wash my hands."
While waiting for him to wash his hands, Zuo Ziliang sat on a chair and thought. He was thinking very seriously, and the forehead under his bald head was tightly knitted, like a wrinkled braised egg.
Wang Zixu also washes his hands very seriously. The juice of grapefruit has a faint smell of gasoline, leaving a texture that has been corroded by acid when left on your hands. It took him a long time to rub the texture off, and after washing his hands, he became gloomy again because he remembered that his wife had left.
When he came out, Zuo Ziliang said to him: "I don't know whether I should tell you something or not." Tell me, let me ask first, what did your wife say in the note? "
Wang Zixu gave him the note. After reading it, Zuo Ziliang said, "Since she said that, I won't tell you anymore."
"What are you listening to?"
"Don't look for her, and don't contact her." Zuo Ziliang said, "She is right."
Wang Zixu was confused: "Then what?"
“There is no more.” Zuo Ziliang said, “So what if I find it?”
“If I find it, then...”
Wang Zixu was also confused. He hadn't thought about it. After his wife left, he felt empty inside, as if he had lost part of his soul.
He just felt that he should look for it and think about what to do after he finds it. But after Zuo Ziliang asked him, he suddenly felt that he might not be able to figure out this problem even after he found it.
Does he want to salute, shake hands, and then ask her, hello, why are you leaving? Is there anything about me that dissatisfies you?
After getting the answer, he saluted again, waved his hand and said, thank you for your feedback, see you next time.
It does not seem appropriate.
Zuo Ziliang said: "The stupidest thing in the world is to try to win back a woman who has changed her heart. The harder you try, the more you expose your weakness and cheapness. A woman will not give herself to a weak and cheap man. Remember what I said? Don't try to catch the flowing water, you have to become the flowing water."
Sa Te stood behind Zuo Ziliang: "What he said makes sense. Freedom is paradise."
Wang Zixu ignored Sartre: "I didn't want to save her, I just didn't want to do nothing."
"Doing nothing is also a choice. Sometimes it is even the most correct choice." Zuo Ziliang said.
Wang Zixu fell into silence.
Zuo Ziliang said again: "Can you show me the marriage certificate of you and your wife?"
Wang Zixu said: "We didn't get the certificate."
Wang Zixu seemed to see an expression on Zuo Ziliang's face that said, "It's just as I expected."
"Isn't it easier?" Zuo Ziliang said, "In the legal sense, you are not even husband and wife. You only need to change the door lock, and everything will be OK."
Wang Zixu was still worried, and Zuo Ziliang put his hand on his shoulder:
"Relax, she can live well without you, and you must live well after leaving her. None of you are parasitic on anyone else, and no one owes anyone anything. You came here alone, and now you are just back to being alone. What is there to be sad about?"
The little prince said: "He is right."
Even the little prince said the same.
Wang Zixu said: "Then today I..."
"You have to participate in the live broadcast today." Zuo Ziliang said with an attitude of not being able to explain, " Come with me. Can you drive?"
"I'm afraid I can't." "Then take my car."
Before getting in the car, Zuo Ziliang suddenly asked: "As a result of your observation, how long will it take for the grapefruit to completely rot?"
"A long time." Wang Zixu said, "And it will rot quietly. It's difficult for you Discovered. ”
…
Wang Zixu stood downstairs at Wenwen Company, as if he was breathing fresh air for the first time, and his brain still felt slightly dizzy.
He shook his head to drive away the unnecessary thoughts.
“Be energetic.” Zuo Ziliang said, “Today is an important day, it’s up to you to perform.”
“Don’t worry.”
As soon as Wang Zixu arrived at the company, Ye Lan jumped up to him and slapped him on the chest.
"You are here, great writer! But why are you here now? How can you be late for such an important day?"
Ye Lan is wearing clothes that Wang Zixu has never seen before. The outside is a pink long-sleeved gauze jacket, and the inside is a short dress with spaghetti straps, and the calves are wrapped in very elegant white socks.
It may be that it is strictly non-working hours, and her dress is not her usual professional attire. Don't pursue showing off your figure to the maximum extent, but expose the dominant parts of your body as much as possible to look healthy and energetic.
Wang Zixu smiled at her and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't. Huang Da walked over with admiration on his face, holding a folder in his arms:
"Little prince, this is our data report in the past few days. Also, the editor from the publishing house wants to contact you."
Wang Zixu cheered up: "What's going on at the publishing house?"
Wang Zixu followed Huang Da away. Ye Lan looked at his back with suspicious eyes and turned to ask Zuo Ziliang:
"What's wrong with him? ”
“What’s wrong?”
“Why does he feel that his mental state is not right?”
"You can see this?"
"As long as you have eyes, you can see it, right?"
Zuo Ziliang's oppressive face under his bald head actually showed a rare look of hesitation. At this time, he was like an agent who wanted to be completely flat, wanting to reveal shocking secrets about celebrities to the media, but in the end he chose to speak in a bureaucratic tone.
“His wife is gone.”
“What? His wife is gone? Where did she go?” Ye Lan stared.
Zuo Ziliang said: "Keep your voice down. His wife has either gone somewhere, or is gone. Her whereabouts are unknown. Farewell."
Ye Lan was stunned, and then asked: "Did they quarrel?"
"I don't know." Zuo Ziliang said, "He said he didn't quarrel. And it seems that it was not just a quarrel."
Ye Lan pulled him into the office, patted the sofa and said, "Sit down and tell me, tell me in detail what happened?"
Zuo Ziliang said: "We have already started live broadcasting, and we have to change the contract in the end. How can we care about such a major matter?"
Ye Lan said: "That's none of your business. Everything has been arranged, just follow it."
Zuo Ziliang said, I have to pay attention to the feedback.
Although he said that, he still told Ye Lan briefly and concisely about it. Finally, she was told not to reveal it.
Ye Lan sighed after hearing this. And then said how could I reveal it? You definitely can't tell anyone this kind of thing. After that, she ran to find Wang Zixu.
Wen Yan is busy with a big thing recently.
Since the establishment of Wenwen Club, the sales of Wenwen App have been rising steadily. This is due to the scripts trained by Wang Zixu, but the scripts have also flowed to the opponent, and Qingyan has also begun to imitate this model.
In response to Qingyan’s despicable tricks, Wang Zixu thought of an even more despicable countermeasure. After half a month of preparation, today is the day to close the net.
If the measures are successful, all the current bottlenecks in cultural communication will be cleared, and the problem of insufficient speech therapists will also be solved.
Wang Zixu was sitting in the office reading the report. Ye Lan ran over and said, "Zixu, what's going on? I heard from Zuo Ziliang that your wife ran away?"
The statement "wife ran away" stung him a bit. Wang Zixu raised his head and hesitated: "I'm very busy now."
Ye Lan said: "I'm not bothering you, I just want to ask one thing: Don't you have a wife now? What will you do in the future?"
She was caring about him, but to Wang Zixu's ears, it seemed like she was gloating about his misfortune. Wang Zixu was too lazy to pay attention to her, turned around in his chair and continued to read the data.
Behind him, Ye Lan sighed loudly and marveled. She sighed for a while, then ran out, took out her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Ning Chunyan:
[Ning Cainiu, have you seen the prince disappear recently? ]
It didn’t take long for Ning Chunyan to reply: [I’ve seen him before, I just saw him today. 】
【Did you find him strange? 】
【Isn't he always weird? 】
Ye Lan thought for a while and laughed. After laughing, she felt that she shouldn't have laughed. Her good friend Wang Zixu was suffering from pain now and she shouldn't have laughed.
She typed on her phone: [It has always been weird indeed. But it seems you don’t know yet. Do you know what happened to him just now? 】
(End of this chapter)