Chapter 128 The Great Library of Alexandria
When he first received the news from Ye Lan, Ning Chunyan was not very concerned about it.
Because she was receiving another shocking news at that time: the little prince was going to broadcast live.
Earlier, Ning Chunyan said goodbye to Wang Zixu, played with Chen Qingluo all afternoon, and followed her to her house in the evening.
For obvious reasons, she claimed that Chen Qingluo had been harassing her at her home a few days ago and she was very annoyed, and she wanted to come back to take revenge. In fact, the underlying reason is that she also wants to spend more time with Chen Qingluo and doesn't want to leave so early.
This time I returned to Xihe, too many things happened. Some of them made her so angry that she fumed, and some of them made her happy. She has made friends she never thought she would have, made decisions she never would have made, and is moving on to the next stage of her life.
However, the literary meeting is over, Chen Qingluo’s novel has been written, and all the stories in Xihe have been completed. They will say goodbye to this place and return to the East China Sea soon.
Actually, I still feel a little lonely inside.
So she followed Chen Qingluo back home. But she immediately regretted it.
Chen Qingluo’s family is extremely boring.
Since Chen Qingluo earned her first 4 million, she moved her family to Donghai. The old house has been empty here for many years. It has not been sold yet because she wants to wait for demolition. When they left, they took away everything that needed to be taken away, leaving only a house with its internal organs hollowed out.
As far as the eye can see, there are snow-white walls. There is a sofa and a coffee table in the middle of the living room. Chen Qingluo's bra and underwear are placed on the back of the sofa, and there are socks on the coffee table. There is a squat refrigerator in the corner.
Apart from that, there is nothing. There isn't even a TV.
Ning Chunyan was silent for a long time after entering the room, and then shouted to the living room: "Ah!"
Chen Qingluo turned to look at her while taking off her clothes: "What are you doing?"
Ning Chunyan said: "Let me see if there is any echo in your house, if there is any echo."
Chen Qingluo has already taken off her clothes and turned on the big fan: "Don't make noise. If you want to sleep at my house tonight, I suggest you take off your clothes with me and wash them quickly, because there is no change of clothes."
" God, your life is unbelievable. No wonder you have to stay in my house."
Chen Qingluo faced the wind caused by the electric fan with her hands on her hips and turned to look at her: "Why do you repeat it?"
"I didn't repeat it, it was an echo."
Chen Qingluo didn’t want to talk to her, so Ning Chunyan said: “Since you are going to live here temporarily, how about making your home more presentable? Won’t you become depressed after living in this Syrian-style house for a long time?”
Chen Qingluo said: “Who said my home is Syrian-style? Let me tell you. , our house used to be filled with books here, here, and here, where you stand, in the style of the Great Library of Alexandria..."
Chen Qingluo looked very proud. Ning Chunyan repeated it speechlessly, deliberately using a more funny sentence fragmentation method.
It’s a pity that Chen Qingluo went to take a bath without a sense of humor. After taking a bath, she went back to the bedroom and lay down, breathing evenly after a while.
She has been writing with high intensity these days, writing 10,000 words every day, followed by high-intensity revision. After the novel ended, she slept 12 hours a day, saying she wanted to make up for the sleep she had lost before.
She also said that excessive sleep is to clear brain memory. When she was writing novels, she created too many characters, and those characters and stories were still imprinted in her mind. If she ignored them, they would become real.
“Clearing the memory is very important.” Chen Qingluo said to her seriously.
Ning Chunyan went to her bedroom to take a look and saw Chen Qingluo lying on the bed, her head tilted to the side, her eyes trembling under her eyelids.
She was naked, with a plump figure and skin as white as snow. I am 30 years old and I still seem to be able to squeeze water out of my hands. Ning Chunyan was a little discouraged. She didn't know if she would be able to take care of herself so well when she was 30 years old.
Ning Chunyan covered her flat belly with a small quilt, returned to the sofa and squatted down, turning her head to blow the electric fan on herself, when suddenly there was a shout in her private group:
< br>“Sisters, the little prince is going to broadcast live today!”
Ning Chunyan was frightened and quickly climbed up the stairs. At this moment, the news about Ye Lan came.
She chatted with Ye Lan at first, until Ye Lan said:
[Do you know what happened to him just now? 】
Ning Chunyan frowned slightly. Maybe it was an illusion, but she felt that this moment gave her a sense of superiority, so she replied without saltiness:
What's wrong? 】
After returning from the Ning Chun Banquet, he continued to climb the stairs. Just when he was about to see the key information, Ye Lan called directly, speaking very fast:
"I just typed and deleted it. It was too hard to type. I called you directly to tell you, did you know? Wang Zixu's wife is gone!"
"Gone? Where did he go?" Ning Chunyan was as confused as Ye Lan when he heard the news.
“Just left! Abandoned him!” Ye Lan said.
“Ah?” Ning Chunyan covered her mouth, “Why?”
She forgot about the little prince for a moment.
Ye Lan said: "I don't know why. I also think logically it shouldn't be. Anyway, I ran away from home and didn't come back. They broke up."
Ning Chunyan bit her lips and thought to herself: Isn't it because of me?
She put her hand into her purse and pinched the bank card containing 800,000 in cash. There were layers of guilt in my heart.
“Then, that, that, that, how did his wife leave? Did his wife say anything when she left?”
Ye Lan sneakily hid in the stairwell holding her cell phone: “His wife only left a note when she left.”
“A note.”
“It says, don’t look for her.”
“Don’t look for her.” Ning Chunyan was made nervous by her, “Then?”
“No more.”
“That’s it?”
Ye Lan said: "That's why it's weird. His wife is really weird. It's weird enough to be with Wang Zixu, but she also ran away from home and left in a weird way."
Ning Chunyan breathed a sigh of relief and said: "In other words, no Is it because of me?"
Ye Lan was stunned after hearing this: "Because of you? How could it be? You and him..." She had some misunderstandings, which made her feel like eating flies.
Ning Chunyan quickly waved his hands in the air: "I misunderstood, misunderstood. Didn't I fight for him during the previous literary meeting? Later, I discussed the issue with him alone several times. I was wondering if his wife might have misunderstood him, causing them to have family conflicts."
After saying that, she suddenly felt that what she said sounded a bit teasing, and she did avoid the important matter and concealed the small issue of 800,000 yuan. In fact, she felt that she was so glamorous that she accepted the 800,000 yuan, but there was nothing to be secretive about in her business activities. As a result, she was made to feel a little guilty by Wang Zixu. Now that my wife has run away, I am really smearing yellow mud inside my crotch.
Wang Zixu, you really deserve to die.
Ye Lan was relieved after hearing this, and his face turned slightly red: "Oh, I'm sorry, I just, hehe... Well, it shouldn't be because of this, Wang Zixu said that he had a quarrel with his wife, and she left quietly."
Ye Lan wanted to slap himself twice. Her misunderstanding just now was too rude. How could talented girl Ning have an affair with Wang Zixu? How virtuous and capable is that boy?
"I'm sorry, I just had a twitch in my head and listened to what I said. Don't mind, just pretend I didn't say anything." Ye Lan apologized again.
Ning Chunyan waved his hand magnanimously: "It's okay, it's okay, I don't mind. I saw him fine in the morning, and when I heard about it in the evening, I felt a bit shocked. By the way, have they divorced? "
Ye Lan said: "Don't say there is no divorce, they are not even married."
"What?"
She got up from the sofa and knelt on the sofa cushions.
“What’s going on?”
Ye Lan whispered: “Don’t tell others!”
“Yeah.”
In fact, less than three minutes ago, Ye Lan promised Zuo Ziliang not to tell anyone about this, but he turned around and told Ning Chunyan.
It’s not because she forgot. She didn't forget it, but her promise at that time naturally did not include the Ning Chun Banquet. She said she wouldn't tell anyone, but in her heart she automatically excluded Ning Chunyan.
Please, that’s our good friend Wang Zixu. His wife, whom no one has ever seen, is gone! How could only Zuo Ziliang know about such a big matter?
According to the characters of those two grown men, I am afraid that this matter will have to wait until 70 years to be revealed to the world - 70 years later, when the prince was lying in bed, the hospice care person came over, he suddenly thought about it, gently put down his stubbornness, and whispered in someone else's ear: Do you know, in fact, my wife ran away.
Based on Ye Lan’s understanding of him, he is just like this. If you don't ask, he won't tell, and he can hold it in until he dies.
As friends, after knowing this, we can still help him. If you can care for him when you are young, don't wait until you are dying.
She poured beans through a bamboo tube and told Ning Chunyan what she had just heard from Zuo Ziliang. After hearing this, Ning Chunyan felt compassion:
"Then he is now How are you doing? ”
Ye Lan walked slowly to the front of the office holding her cell phone, looking at Wang Zixu’s working status through the glass:
Ning Chunyan said: "Still working now? Are you being too cruel to him?"
"No way, he has to work himself."
Ning Chunyan now believes that the prince’s false earnings far exceed 800,000. What's the spirit of being able to work overtime that night after my wife ran away? However, what kind of company is Ye Lan and the others? Can they work so hard on part-time jobs?
Ye Lan looked into the office through the glass and saw Wang Zixu looking down at the report form with a very serious expression. Serious and lonely, like a slender lion, lying in the tall grass, seemingly quiet, but in fact he is recharging his energy at all times.
Deep down in his heart, Ye Lan felt that this man was still a bit handsome sometimes. Men who are focused are actually very attractive, not to mention that a major change has occurred in Wang Zixu? Even if the mountain collapses in front of him, he will not change his color, and his emotional stability is also very attractive. But she didn't want to admit it.
She told Ning Chunyan: "He is numbing himself with work."
Ning Chunyan shook his head: "I will go back to Donghai in a few days. Let's treat him to a meal tomorrow to comfort An. Comfort him."
Ye Lan said, "Okay, I'll treat you."
After hanging up the phone, Ning Chunyan was still a little worried. She still felt that Wang Zixu's family situation was caused by the 800,000 yuan. She decided to call Wang Zixu afterwards to express her condolences. If she couldn't return the 800,000 yuan to him, she would find a way to raise money herself.
At this moment, a white figure came out of the bedroom, startling her.
“Who are you calling?”
Chen Qingluo asked her while rubbing her eyes and yawning.
Ning Chunyan blurted out: "Do you know..."
She opened her mouth mid-sentence and hesitated. She wanted to tell Chen Qingluo about Wang Zixu, but then she thought, she might be the culprit of this matter. She was going too far by telling others so brazenly.
Chen Qingluo showed a puzzled expression: "What do you know?"
"Why did you wake up?" Ning Chunyan changed her words, "You don't fall asleep as soon as you fall asleep Until daybreak?"
Chen Qingluo turned and left: "Pee."
"Hey, just like a child."
After saying that, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten something. She quickly opened the group chat just now, only to find that there were already thousands of buildings in the group. She had never found this group of friends to be so chatty before.
Everyone is discussing the live broadcast of the Little Prince.
After looking through the records for a long time, she couldn’t find the live broadcast link. She could only make a weak voice in the group, and humble Xiaoning asked for help online:
“Sisters, do you have an address? Can you share one, please? . ”
…
“The equipment has been adjusted,” Huang Da turned to Wang Zixu and said, “Click this button later, and what you say will be heard in the live broadcast room.”
Wang Zixu said: "The camera..."
"The camera will not turn on, so you can rest assured." Huang Da said, "I really don't worry about it so I pulled it out. Well, let's pull it out."
Huang Da is very attentive in his work and pulls it out as soon as he is told. This is the first live broadcast of the little prince himself. Although he does not show his face, he is the little prince! It must be treated with extreme caution.
Wang Zixu pointed to a black screen in front of the table and said: "That screen is..."
"Oh, that is a barrage screen," Huang Da said, "Synchronize the audience's barrage in real time, and you can adjust the scrolling speed."
"Oh."
Wang Zixu stared at the screen. The barrage scrolled so fast that his eyes could not catch up.
Huang Da explained: "The scrolling speed has been adjusted to the slowest, but because they knew that you were going to participate in the live broadcast, the speech therapists were very excited, and there were... a lot of people in the live broadcast room."
Wang Zixu asked: "Are there so many speech therapists now?"
Huang Da was a little embarrassed: "They are not all speech therapists. There are always some users who bypass the verification of our live broadcast room through various methods and come in."
Wang Zixu nodded: "I understand, I understand, no need to explain."
Because before Huang Da told him, he had seen some fierce and embarrassing barrages. One look and you can tell it's an avid fan speaking.
Wang Zixu didn’t know if Huang Da had seen it. He pretended to be calm. What would Huang Da think if he saw those embarrassing barrages?
But then he thought about it. As an operator, Huang Da must have seen all kinds of comments. There is no way to cover up this matter. It is not the time to be ashamed.
Before Huang Da left, he said to Wang Zixu sincerely: "Little prince, our operators and all the speech therapists actually admire you."
"Adore me?" Wang Zixu raised his head.
"Yes, idol-level worship." Huang Da stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, "Come on. Your decision will definitely succeed."
After he left, the prince opened his mouth and stared at the doorframe blankly.
Idol-level worship?
Real or fake?
In the live broadcast room screen, the loser believer is delivering the final conclusion:
“Then today’s open class ends here. Please don’t, speech therapists. Leave. Next, the Little Prince himself will announce an important decision. Believe me, it is really important. Please, all speech therapists, please don’t leave. Oh, those Little Prince fans can leave, you barrages are too..."
Halfway through his words, the live stream was cut off. Huang Da waved to Wang Zixu outside the door, gesturing for him to connect to the live broadcast.
(End of this chapter)