Chapter 139 Synchronicity (10,000 words)
What Zhao Peilin calls “half the country” is the library of Nanda.
To go to the library, you can take a shortcut, climb up Lijia Mountain through the grove, and go straight across the ridge to reach the Nanda Library. If Zhao Peilin, a native, hadn't led the way, it would have been impossible for Wang Zixu to know this trail.
Lijia Mountain is also a historical and cultural resort. Along the way, Zhao Peilin pointed out to the prince that this is Guo Moruo's former residence, this is Yu Dafu's old garden, and this is Wen Yiduo's small building.
The two of them reached the top of the mountain and stopped involuntarily at the same time. They were surrounded by old trees and dead vines, and the pine breeze in the forest. Looking up, they could see that the sky was cut open by layers of coniferous forests, like a square well. The sky at the mouth of the well was as blue as the sea and as clear as a mirror. Nestled among the trees, the school building with glazed tile roofs at the foot of the mountain appears and disappears.
Wang Zixu couldn’t help but sigh: “The land is full of outstanding people.”
Zhao Peilin’s eyes were proud: “The land is full of outstanding people.”
< br>Wang Zixu said: "It is a romantic place in the world."
Zhao Peilin said: "I am willing to let my generation be frivolous."
The two looked at each other and smiled. Then, Wang Zixu lowered his head and saw a used condom lying between the cracks of a large stone.
For a while, the atmosphere became a little quiet, and both of them were sweating.
“The school spirit of your school is quite...free. It’s very...well, very pre-Qin period.”
“Ahem...there are a lot of tourists in our school, and the quality of the people who come to enjoy the flowers varies...”
Zhao Peilin cleared his throat in embarrassment and threw the pot neatly to the tourist. He then looked around and said to him:
"Come, look here, this is the inscription of Wen Yiduo, the first dean of our School of Liberal Arts..."
The hearts of teenagers are as big as those in public toilets. They can do whatever they want. Both of them felt unlucky. For a moment, they felt that all the fallen leaves were not clean, so they left quickly.
At this point, Wang Zixu’s past memories also awakened: in every university, there is always a small forest that serves as a tryst sanctuary, absorbing idle hormones on campus day after day, and hosting pairs of wild mandarin ducks. And Lijiashan obviously takes on this important task.
… Even though there are Guo Moruo, Yu Dafu’s old gardens and Wen Yiduo’s small buildings here, they can’t stop the wild mandarin ducks from sitting on the rocks in the wild and playing tricks.
Wang Zixu regretted a little. He shouldn't have walked so fast. He should have picked up the thing and returned it to the purity of the mountain top where the sages once lived.
Zhao Peilin also said that this was Bald Jiang’s previous headquarters, and that Wen Yiduo lived here after he resigned and went to Peking.
Wang Zixu said, Oh.
Thinking of this, Wang Zixu finally felt a little better. Leaving that thing in front of Bald Jiang's house would make people feel better than leaving it in front of Wen Yiyi's house.
Zhao Peilin also said that after the East China Sea fell, the Japanese drove Bald Jiang away and used this place as their headquarters.
Wang Zixu said, Oh.
Wang Zixu looked back at the mountain. Bald Jiang and the Japanese had become the ashes of history and could not resist the surging libido here.
The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. That little condom may be a footnote to the historical changes of human reproduction.
However, he still hopes that these people will pay attention, even if they go out and open a room?
The two walked down the mountain and crossed Xiangji Road. A yellow building stood silently in a sunny place.
At first glance, this building is unremarkable. Like most other buildings of the last century, it has a square shape and is a bit narrow compared to the buildings of the new era. But if you look closely, there is something special: the window lattice is well-proportioned, like countless searching eyes, the outer wall has been gently caressed by the years, and the stone bricks are soaked with vicissitudes of life.
Wang Zixu said: "Is this half of the country you are talking about?"
Zhao Peilin said: "Yes."
"Every university has a library."
"It is not a university without a library."
"There are many universities in China."
"Countless."
Wang Zixu asked: "What's so special about Nanda Library?"
Zhao Peilin said: "Every year, Nanda Library releases two lists."
Wang Zixu said: "Oh, I know, one is the borrowing list of the library's books, and the other is the praise list of the library's books."
I don't know who stipulated it. Every year before the winter solstice, the media The library book lists of Nanjing University and Peking University will be released, with the titles accompanied by some shocking words, turned into rounded square links, and circulated in various groups. Even in groups that have nothing to do with literature, such as Wang Zixu's work group, there will be good people who forward it.
People refer to these two lists as the "North and South Lists".
Wang Zixu was curious whether people knew what this word meant in history, but people just called it that way, and he couldn't think about it. People have a lot of fascination with schools like Peking University and Nanjing University. Everyone is very concerned about what students from these two universities are watching.
The word "enchantment" is mentioned here. He also mentioned "disenchantment" to the poet before. "Charm" and "disenchant" are words with opposite meanings.
Enchantment can be roughly understood as people applying a sublime filter to something, and this filter comes from not understanding. Once you understand it and deconstruct it in a systematic way, you will be "disenchanted".
Wang Zixu also had a strong fascination with the "North and South List" at first, but when he saw Shen Qingfeng's name on the borrowing list, he was naturally disenchanted.
Most of the students from the two major universities in the north and the south did not have much time to read leisure books and miscellaneous books in high school. When they go to college, they are crazy about making up for the lost piece of culture. The top of the borrowing list is usually "Thoughts" and "Utopia", and the top novels are famous books like Mo Yan, Marquez, and Liu Cixin.
Wang Zixu had already read these books when he was in high school. Not to mention, Shen Qingfeng's majestic appearance in them, juxtaposed with those great names, made him very sad. Later I stopped looking at the "North and South List".
Wang Zixu spread his hands and asked: "Aren't these two lists hyped by the media?"
Zhao Peilin said: "There is an element of media hype, but if not It’s so evil, why would the media come here to hype it? ”
“What’s so evil?”
Zhao Peilin said: “You know? Do all major booksellers have sales lists? Seniors have found by calculating sales that as long as a book appears on the borrowing list, it will definitely appear on the best-selling list within two weeks, and there will be no exceptions. Within a month, it will definitely disappear from the list of best-selling books."
After Zhao Peilin finished speaking, he stared at him with an intriguing expression: "Is it evil?"
Wang Zixu was silent, and then said: "You mean, this borrowing list is like a weather vane of best-selling books?"
"That's right." Zhao Peilin said , "Later, whenever there was a new book on sale, there would always be a bunch of people coming over to check out what we had borrowed from the library. All the major booksellers, from small to large, had informants at NTU on everything from history to knowledge. Over time, this matter became known to the media. The body discovered it, and then these two lists were created."
Wang Zixu said: "This is just for the insiders to watch, and for the outsiders to see the excitement."
“Yes.”
After thinking for a while, Wang Zixu asked unwillingly: “Is it really so accurate, without exception?”
Zhao Peilin said: "If there are exceptions, it means the sales ranking is wrong."
In Wang Zixu's strange eyes, Zhao Peilin explained:
“There was a certain book that was not found in the borrowing list, but it was very popular in the market. The students followed the clues to check, and after checking, they found evidence that the book was being sold. After the exposure, there was a big fuss. "Trouble."
"Then the sales list is really wrong."
"Could I be lying to you?"
The prince asked with some expectation: "I want to ask, are Shen Qingfeng's best-selling results real? Is he ranked high on the borrowing list?"
Zhao Peilin looked embarrassed: "Why did you suddenly mention that pretender?"
"Purely curious."
Zhao Peilin said: "Although I dislike him very much, and he does have marketing elements, but he is a real firebrand. Like you, I used to question those things in my heart. A best-selling author, so I checked his record. Before he became popular, he was already ranked on the borrowing list, and his growth curve was relatively normal." In Wang Zixu's disappointed eyes, he concluded: "I can't say that Shen Qingfeng's bestsellers are 100% clean, but his strength is definitely the majority."
Wang Zixu was only depressed for a moment, and then he cheered up again. He thought that Shen Qingfeng was really popular, which was a good thing. If this guy could become a figure like Guanxi in Xihe just by relying on marketing, and he had pushed himself into such a mess, that would be really disappointing.
His position as Shen Qingfeng may not be irreplaceable.
“You pay so much attention to Shen Qingfeng and have a personal relationship with him?” Zhao Peilin asked.
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "To a certain extent, it can be said that we are personal friends, a negative kind. He and I are from the same hometown. We opened Qingfengju in the local area, and he is like a local snake."
Zhao Peilin said: "It's obvious. Then you are out of luck. Although this guy has a bad reputation and has never been on the recommendation list of Nanjing University Library, he is very rich. He has a total of 12 books, all of which are best-sellers. We have calculated his income, and the royalties alone are at least more than 800."
At this point, Zhao Peilin said with a bit of gritted teeth: " On the surface, we students in the Chinese Department are calm and calm, but in fact, we want to be on the borrowing list more than anyone else, and we can give anything in exchange for it. People like Shen Qingfeng can be on the list, why can't I? God, I have never dreamed of being on the borrowing list in my life, even if I can only reach Shen Qingfeng's position..."
Wang Zixu silently.
Outsiders would probably laugh at Zhao Peilin’s mentality. But why doesn't he have the same mentality?
He remembered how much he longed for success in the secular sense. Later, he won the first place in the Xihe Literary Society, which allowed him to float a little bit in the quagmire of life. When he looked around, he was surrounded by an even bigger quagmire.
For Zhao Peilin, the borrowing list is success in the secular sense.
“Is Shen Qingfeng still on the borrowing list now?”
Zhao Peilin smiled and said: "He's gone a long time ago. He hasn't published a new book for two years, right? The competition on the borrowing list is very fierce. Unless you are a true god, if you don't publish a book for a year, there will be no one like you in the world. His focus has probably shifted to the B&B business. But he has made enough."
Wang Zixu said: "I have hearsay, he may appear again in the near future. However, he seemed to be unable to write anymore. "
Zhao Peilin was a little surprised at first, and then said calmly: "It's time to reach the age when a writer can't write anymore. Once he relaxes, it will be difficult to pick up the pen again! "
"Who are the people on the list now?
Zhao Peilin thought for a while and said: "The dominant position will always be those few, but there is no one who completely replaces Shen Qingfeng's ecological niche. In recent years, apart from a dragon who writes youth literature, there are also golden boys who write suspense. The other one is Prince Xiangrui, who writes about imagination. There is no other new face among the female writers. "
Wang Zixu took notes in his mind and heard a familiar name. , raised his eyebrows: "Xiao Mengyin?"
"What's wrong?"
"This is at least the third time I heard her name today. "
"After all, he is a popular figure," Zhao Peilin said, "He is good-looking and good at marketing, and he writes damn well."
When it came to the last half of the sentence, Zhao Peilin finally couldn't hold it in any longer, and almost spit out his saliva. In the end, he shook his head in half abandonment and half self-mockery: "It's so irritating to compare people to others!"
"It's so irritating to compare people to others." Wang Zixu smiled bitterly.
The two walked and talked all the way, and unknowingly they arrived at the entrance of the library.
Wang Zixu said: "You haven't mentioned another list yet. What is the library recommendation list?"
"That is a list based on the opinions of our liberal arts college, voted and recommended by several professors, and combined with the opinions of readers. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a guide for the literary world."
Wang Zixu was in awe.
Zhao Peilin said: "The recommendation judges include not only the dean of our School of Liberal Arts, but also several senior professors. In addition to Professor Zhong, there are also Huang Xinghuo, Ning Bingru, Qin Su..."
These names made Wang Zixu respect him more and more: "Ning Bingru, Ning Chunyan's father?"
"That's right."
Wang Zixu Said: "Then this recommendation list is very valuable!"
Zhao Peilin smiled sweetly: "I knew you would say that."
said After that, he looked at the library door eagerly: "As a writer, the borrowing list represents the pinnacle of profit, and the recommendation list is the pinnacle of fame. Junior brother, do you write for profit or fame?"
Wang Zixu opened his mouth and began to ask himself this question, am I seeking profit or fame?
Zhao Peilin smiled: "No need to answer. I know this question is difficult to answer. Just have your own answer in your heart. But I will tell you, if you can choose, I hope to gain both fame and fortune, don't give me any lies No writer would like this."
Zhao Peilin opened the door of the library: "Come, let me worship you and draw some spiritual strength from the list."
Wang Zixu was very moved by Zhao Peilin's honesty and frankness. He followed Zhao Peilin solemnly into the library. Suddenly, the sounds of breathing, coughing, turning pages, pinching knuckles, pens falling to the ground, and the "click" sound of the steel legs of the chair came from all directions. It's very quiet here. These voices surge in the silence.
There are many people taking postgraduate entrance examinations in the library, and every space in front of the table is filled. It seems that even NTU students are all running on their own paths in life. I don’t know if it’s for fame or profit.
Zhao Peilin took him to an electronic display screen. A mysterious white light emitted from the blank screen.
“This is the source of data for the South Ranking among the North and South Rankings.” Zhao Peilin said solemnly.
“But there is nothing on it.” Wang Zixu raised his head and looked at the screen, feeling that the screen was towering.
"Because it has been broken in the past few days. When it is not broken, the borrowing data will be displayed in real time." Zhao Peilin put his hand on it, "Come, touch it with me."
Wang Zixu put his hand on it.
He thought the screen would feel cold to the touch, but unexpectedly found that the screen was very warm. The white light emitted by the display generates heat. The place where the palm of the hand touches feels rough. If there is dust, it will float on the surface lightly and cannot be seen clearly by the eyes.
Zhao Peilin asked: “Have you felt its surging call?”
Wang Zixu said: "I seem to feel it."
Zhao Peilin said: "Feel it harder!"
Wang Zixu nodded: "Yes, I feel it!"
Zhao Peilin said: "Me too I feel it. This is a sign that we are the chosen ones, and we will be safe on this road full of thorns." "Is it possible that there is a leakage of electricity?"
The two of them were frightened and startled. When they turned around, it turned out that it was the library security guard who saw the two of them sneaking around. He walked over here with his hands behind his back, cleared his throat to remind them, and at the same time glanced at them with sharp eyes.
Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin left in solemn silence.
After leaving the library, the two of them exhaled a breath of fresh air at the same time. It was a wonderful feeling. They seemed to feel the call of the great heroic spirits in this hot land.
Zhao Peilin smiled: "Has the same fire ignited in your heart like mine?"
"Yes."
"Then we will be our opponents from now on."
"There is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, no difference between life and death, I just want to see how good I am."
"When a person has a goal, life is meaningful."
"Encourage each other."
"Encourage each other."
Wang Zixu looked at the blue sky in the distance for a long time, and then his vision gradually returned to normal, and asked: "Who is ranked highest on the borrowing list now?"
After Zhao Peilin finished speaking, he added: "Then there is no need to talk about it? It must be the little prince."
"Huh?"
"The little prince has occupied the borrowing list for several months, not only surpassing "The Three-Body Problem", but also surpassing "Thoughts". I think he will be ranked first on this year's North-South list."
Wang Zixu: "..."
What is the meaning of life?
Zhao Peilin patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder and said affectionately: "Keep working hard. As long as you can reach his level, you can realize your dream."
Wang Zixu was praised so much Feeling comfortable, but still raising his voice unnaturally: "The level of the little prince is not necessarily very high, right?"
Zhao Peilin had a strange look on his face: "When did junior brother become so loud?"
"Didn't Professor Zhong say that? The foundation is too shallow and the connotation is insufficient..."
"Ahem..."
Zhao Peilin coughed twice, looked embarrassed, and whispered: "Junior brother, Professor Zhong's praise or criticism of the little prince is his personal preference. We don't need to use it as the only criterion..."
Wang Zixu said: "I think Professor Zhong is right. In my opinion, they are all just games. Many places still need some work and need to be polished."
Zhao Peilin looked around with a nervous expression: "Junior brother, we can talk about these things in private. We can talk about it, but don't talk about it outside, especially not on the campus of Nanjing University..."
Wang Zixu said: "Nanda is so big, it can't tolerate a little praise or criticism? Even the little prince himself can't listen to criticism..."
When Zhao Peilin was sweating profusely, suddenly a voice came from behind:
p>"Hey, who wants to criticize the little prince?"
The two turned their heads, only to see a smiling face. A fat girl wearing a suspender skirt and holding a coat in her arms was standing behind them.
Zhao Peilin smiled at her: "Xu Rongrong, why are you here?"
Xu Rongrong smiled and said: "Why can't I be here? Just now I was sitting inside reviewing, and I saw you two sneaking around. Why, are you bringing your juniors on a pilgrimage again?"
Zhao Peilin smiled and said: "You still need to review? Aren't you already a postgraduate student?"
Xu Rongrong said: "But I still feel in my heart I am still restless, I am still thinking about going to Peking University and changing my major to a more suitable major for employment..."
Zhao Peilin said: "I admire it"
Xu Rongrong looked at Wang Zixu and said with a smile, "Would you like to introduce this junior to me?"
Zhao Peilin quickly introduced both parties.
Xu Rongrong is a senior student in the Chinese Department. According to Zhao Peilin, she is the most enthusiastic certificate enthusiast he has ever seen in his life (Xu Rongrong laughed and called you the poorest I have ever seen). 365 days a year, she is either taking the exam or on the way to review for the exam.
After Zhao Peilin introduced Wang Zixu, Xu Rongrong opened her eyes and said: "Zixu? Are you the straight man who rejected the invitation of our student union chairman Lu Qingxuan and almost made her cry?"
Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin looked at each other, and Zhao Peilin said: "Damn it, how did you know about what just happened?"
"Did this just happen? The group is already talking about it."
Zhao Peilin turned to look at Wang Zixu: "This is the reason why I don't suggest you talk about the little prince anymore. You haven't come here yet, and you have already offended 85% of the boys in the department through Lu Qingxuan. You can't publicly make two sentences to look down on the little prince. You have offended 85% of the girls in the department before you come to school."
Wang Zixu was shocked: "Is it so serious?"
“What do you think? Lu Qingxuan is still very popular in our department. I wanted to remind you before, but I never dared to say it.”
“I I’m not talking about Lu Qingxuan, I’m talking about the little prince.”
“Of course.” Xu Rongrong curled her lips and said, “Which girl from NTU doesn’t like the little prince?”
Xu Rongrong added: "We in the Chinese Department of NTU have never been short of arrogant and talented people. When everyone first entered the campus, they all had eyes on their foreheads. As a result, everyone was hit harder than the other. This is because there are so many geniuses in our courtyard. No matter how talented you are, you will find that you are nothing when you come in.
“Zixu, you are the most high-profile person in our academy this year, but I would like to remind you, don’t be discouraged and slump! There is precedent for this. ”
Wang Zixu couldn’t laugh or cry, pointing at his nose: “Am I high-profile? ”
“Aren’t you still high-profile? I have never seen a student who is more talented than you. ”
Wang Zixu felt quite dazed.
In the past, in his unit, everyone said that Wang Zixu was so dull that he couldn't do anything, and sometimes he would forget his existence, like a transparent person. At that time, he also felt quite innocent - he didn't want to become transparent, it was just that everyone wanted to think so.
When he arrived at Nanjing University, people said that he was the most talented in this class and that he was too high-profile. This was not his intention. He felt that he was not high-profile.
This world is too big, big enough for one person to live with several faces. Wang Zixu felt like an actor rushing to the scene. He had just finished filming with the Xihe crew, and now he had received a new film from Donghai - the film required him to play a high-profile person.
Xu Rongrong pulled her hair over her temples: "Why don't you look down on the little prince? Are you jealous that he is popular with women?"
Wang Zixu shook his head quickly: "It's not that I look down on him, I just think... uh, how should I put it? It's an exaggeration. Purely from a literary point of view."
Xu Rongrong said anxiously: "How can I exaggerate? I know that you, the Xihe Literary Society, won the first place on behalf of Nanda, but you can't be so arrogant!"
Wang Zixu was stunned.
Xu Rongrong said: "I have also read your novels. Although they are not in the same field as The Little Prince, I have to say that The Little Prince's works are much more interesting. You want to move closer to the serious literary world, but with all due respect, at your level, it is difficult to expect to have a full meal..."
Zhao Peilin turned to look at Wang Zixu with a helpless look in his eyes, as if to say: "What do you think I am talking about?"
Wang Zixu didn't want to argue with her for his reputation, so he nodded and said, yes, you are right.
Xu Rongrong added: "Although you don't need to know how to refrigerate to evaluate a refrigerator, you are also a writer. You can't reach the corresponding level yourself, and your evaluation is not trustworthy enough? So I am very unhappy that you said that the little prince exaggerated. Because your strength failed to convince me in the first place, I naturally will not believe your evaluation of the little prince's strength."
Wang Zixu nodded again, yes, you are right.
Zhao Peilin covered his forehead and sighed. This was the reason why he stopped Wang Zixu just now. As the saying goes, disaster comes from the mouth, this is the consequence. He knew that Xu Rongrong would not let it go until she was satisfied. I can only suffer for Junior Brother Wang Zixu first. Who makes him so sharp?
But what he didn’t know was that Wang Zixu didn’t suffer, but felt happy listening to him. There was a weird expression on his face all the time, and he didn't know whether he should be happy or unhappy.
Xu Rongrong’s tone slowed down a bit, and she added: “And it’s also from the Xihe Literary Society. Xiao Mengyin’s output is much higher. Well, before he won the award at the Xihe Literary Society, he had already published a collection of short stories. Less than half a year after winning the award, another novella was published, which was serialized in "Yangtze River". This year it was even more popular. After writing a novel, he directly won the Feishi Literary Award..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." Wang Zixu reached out to stop her from talking again. When the topic turned to someone else, he couldn't calm down, "Xiao Mengyin also participated in the Xihe Literary Society? She is also from Xihe?"
At this time, even Zhao Peilin looked at him in surprise: "No, Xiao Mengyin, like you, also participated in the Xihe Literary Society as a specially invited manuscript."
The prince was falsely alarmed: "She is Nan Daren?"
Xu Rongrong said in surprise: "You don't know?"
"I really don't know. In fact, I only heard about her recently. I don't know her very well."
Wang Zixu thought about it for a moment. The first time he heard this name was when she met the little prince on Weibo, right?
Xu Rongrong looked like a summer insect and said: "Look, Xiao Mengyin also provoked the little prince, but no one said anything, and the little prince didn't say anything. Because he has strength. You are not younger than Xiao Mengyin, right? If you have such achievements, I will definitely not say anything when commenting on the little prince. You still have to be humble as a person. Humility makes people progress..."
Zhao Peilin hurriedly came over to smooth things over: "Okay, okay, let's not mention this. Wen Wu is the first, it is easy to quarrel, and Junior Brother Wang is already very humble, not what you think."
Xu Rongrong reserved her opinion on this point, folded her arms and said nothing, Zhao Peilin said: "You have nothing to do this afternoon, how about we go and crack eggs together?"
Hearing this, she immediately changed her attitude: "Okay, I feel that my nerves are a little tense, and I need to relax. Who do you want to call?"
"Catch anyone when you get there. Even the dogs on the roadside here will crack eggs."
"It's better to go to the restaurant at the end of the universe. Restaurant? ”
“Well, let’s go to the restaurant at the end of the universe.”
Wang Zixu was confused. He didn’t understand what egg-cracking was or where the end of the universe was, but Zhao Peilin patted him on the shoulder and said, since you have passed the postgraduate entrance examination, sooner or later you have to learn how to crack eggs. You can do it with us today. There is no end to learning.
Zhao Peilin seems to have some feelings for Xu Rongrong. When talking to her, she looks much more dog-like and boring. Wang Zixu listened to the conversation between them, followed him and took out his mobile phone, and saw a familiar avatar jumping. The chat history said:
“Dududu.”
“Dududu” is their code, which means they want to talk to you. Wang Zixu took out his trumpet and sent a message to the girl with the cat avatar:
"Here you are."
Qiu Ge: "What are you doing?"
The little prince: "With friends."
In the past few months, apart from writing, the most important thing the prince did was chatting with Ning Chunyan as the little prince.
They added WeChat ID two months ago. By that time, they had already exchanged tens of thousands of words of text messages on Wen Ai. Considering that Wen Ai's speech therapy would generate records in the background, and that insisting on not having a personal relationship at this time was an extremely tough act, he privately added Miss Qiu Ge as a friend, and they have been chatting on the software ever since.
"Are you a male friend or a female friend?"
Wang Zixu raised his head and looked in front of him: "There are male friends and female friends, what's the matter?"
The other side was noncommittal, and said one word: "Humph."
Wang Zixu cut out the words: "I find that you are becoming more and more possessive. Maybe adding friends is a mistake."
Qiu Ge: "No, it's not possessive. I'm just expressing my dissatisfaction with being left out in the cold for a day. It doesn't matter whether you fuck with a male friend or have sex with a female friend."
Wang Zixu was stunned: "How did you know? I was about to go."
After a long time, a message came over: "I don't want to talk."
The little prince: "I'm talking about whisking eggs, not rolling sheets. What kind of sheets are rolling? I'm just a light bulb. How do you know how to whisk eggs? Can you whisk eggs?"
Hearing that he was not planning to have sex, Ning Chunyan was happy again and sent a message:
"Hehe. My dad taught me. I play with my relatives at home during the holidays."
The little prince: "Sounds very happy."< /p>
Qiu Ge: "I am indeed very happy. But my hands are too small and I can't hold the cards and they always fall off."
After she finished speaking, she sent Wang Zixu a photo of her own hands. Wang Zixu noticed that she had a new manicure.
Wang Zixu suspected that she brought up the topic of egg-breaking just to send him this photo and let him praise her manicure.
After complimenting her manicure as she wished, Wang Zixu sent a message: "Have you heard of 'synchronicity'?"
Qiu Ge: "Yes. Jung proposed it, right?"
Little Prince: "Recently, when I hear a certain concept for the first time, I hear it repeatedly in unrelated situations in a very short period of time.这个概念。可能是某个人的名字，也可能是掼蛋。你有过类似的经历吗？”
秋歌：“有有有！非常有！而且经常有！这就是共时性吗？”
小王子：“不知道。但我觉得有点像，可以用共时性来形容吧？”
Qiu Ge: "It can be described as the big data of fate. What you have experienced in life, these things begin to appear repeatedly, because fate guesses you like it."
Little Prince: "This is good. Fate monitors everyone. But you are the one who suddenly mentioned the egg-breaking. According to the principle of Occam's razor, there will be no surveillance. It's you, right?"
Qiu Ge: "Yes, yes, be careful. Big Brother is watching you." Across the screen, Wang Zixu seemed to be able to see Ning Chunyan's angry face, blinking at him while poking his white jade fingers, showing a sly expression.
He put the phone in his arms with some anxiety.
Since joining her in private, he has become less and less professional, and chatting with Qiu Ge has long been out of the category of "literary". Most of them are chatting about family affairs, and boring trivial matters that only friends and above can talk about.
Maybe we can remove the word "文" from "文ambiguity" and it will be pure "ambiguity", ambiguous ambiguity.
He doesn’t know how to determine his relationship with her now. She may have never mentioned this topic for some reason. The distance between the two online is carefully maintained.
Wang Zixu imagined for a moment, if one day his little prince’s identity was exposed, he didn’t know how the Ningchun Banquet would react.
Every time he thought of this, he felt trembling all over. When the autumn tiger was in full swing, his hands and feet felt cold.
The girl was walking in front of her, swaying left and right, like an out-of-control vehicle driven by a drunk driver, walking in a zigzag pattern, playing with her mobile phone while walking, and laughing "huhu". Under the pleated skirt, two long white legs were exposed.
Ning’s mother frowned at her daughter, and whispered to Ning Bingru next to her: “I feel like Xiaochun has been a little restless recently.”
Ning Bingru sighed: “ After all, she has reached this age..."
"When will she bring her partner back to see, let us check it. She is always like this, I am not very relieved."
Ning Bingru sighed and said nothing. He was not at ease, but his style was more open-minded, and he did not want to take the initiative to mention it before his daughter mentioned it. After all, this is the daughter's own business.
Suddenly a figure in a small dress blocked the way. Ning Chunyan looked up from her phone and saw the girl holding a gorgeous umbrella looking at her with a smile.
“Sister Xiaochun, long time no see, what a coincidence.”
Ning Chunyan didn’t really want to say hello to this person, but he bumped into him with a face. , it was impossible not to say hello. After struggling in her heart, she finally compromised and said:
“Xiao Mengyin, why are you here?”
The girl in a black skirt turned the umbrella in her hand, and the lace on the edge of the umbrella fluttered.
“I came here to meet someone I wanted to meet a long time ago but didn’t, but I ended up meeting you who I haven’t seen again for a long time. I don’t know what this wonderful fate should be called. Are you happy or sad? ”
Ning Chunyan grinned at the artificial tone and wanted to use her parents as an excuse to escape, but Ning Bingru didn’t understand her daughter’s heart. Thinking, he stepped forward and said:
"Mengyin, congratulations on winning the prize."
Xiao Mengyin bowed and gave a noble gift: "Thank you, Teacher Ning. Have you seen my new work?"
Ning Bingru smiled and said: "I haven't had time to see it yet."
“Where do I have the signed copy? If it’s convenient for you, I’ll mail it to you later.”
“No, I’ve already bought it, but I haven’t read it yet.”
Ning Bingru turned to Ning Chunyan and said, "Xiaochun, please communicate more with your friends. We are leaving first."
Ning Chunyan weakly stretched out his hand, but could not keep their backs.
Xiao Mengyin was still smiling: "Speaking of which, do you plan to participate in the next Feishi Literary Award?"
Ning Chunyan turned to look at her helplessly.
She and Xiao Mengyin grew up in the same yard when they were young, and they can be regarded as childhood sweethearts.
The reason why she was unwilling to talk to this childhood sweetheart was that, on the one hand, he was too focused on winning and losing, and on the other hand, it was because she had previously used the traffic of the little prince on Weibo.
Ning Chun Banquet holds grudges.
"I prefer appreciation to creation. I will not participate in any literary awards. What about you? Do you plan to participate in the next one?" Ning Chunyan said.
"Hehehehe..."
Xiao Mengyin smiled exaggeratedly and said: "I'm the same as you. In fact, I also like to appreciate it more. However, I don't go to Feishi not because I can't write. The next time I show up at Feishi, I will be as a judge. Because I have already passed it, let others give the opportunity."
"Uh..."
Ning Chunyan felt that he was being squeezed, but he couldn't find anything to say. The experience was disgusting.
Xiao Mengyin added: "I do have a very promising candidate. He will participate in the next Feishi Literary Award. No, I came here today just to take a look at him."
Ning Chunyan flashed the figure of Wang Zixu in his mind and said: "Isn't this a coincidence? I There is also a very promising candidate who will also participate in the next Feishi Literary Award. "
"Who is it?"
"You don't know him." Ning Chunyan waved his hand, "Who are you talking about?"
Xiao Mengyin smiled "haha" again: "You don't know me either."
After saying that, she seemed to be unable to bear it, and said again: "He is a very talented junior. It is said that he is quite handsome."
Ning Chunyan showed a disgusted expression: "You are so greasy. "
"Tch, don't say you don't like the junior. It's hypocritical."
And the principle of synchronicity is working with its powerful force: At this moment, the boy Xiao Mengyin mentioned was walking into the temporary registration point formed by the basketball court and walking towards Lu Qingxuan, who was sitting upright.
(End of this chapter)