Chapter 151 Over-interpretation
When Lu Qingxuan heard this, he immediately frowned and straightened up, and kept gesticulating at Wang Zixu, but Wang Zixu turned a deaf ear.
Zhang Xixi was so happy that she said, "Well, we made our promise! We can't go back on our word. If you don't admit it later, I will go to the school confession wall to publish the evidence that you broke your promise!"
Wang Zixu asked: "What is a confession wall?"
"It is a place where you can say anything except confession."
Wang Zixu still didn't know why. The science and engineering school where he attended for his undergraduate degree had very few girls, which was very pitiful and they had never seen anything like that. Maybe there was one in his school but he didn't pay attention.
"I declare in advance that this is not a face-to-face interview, nor will I accept video, so I can only do a text interview."
After Wang Zixu finished speaking, Zhang Xixi's enthusiasm was greatly reduced, and he said in frustration: "If you can't meet anyone, the topicality of the interview will be greatly reduced!"
Wang Zixu said: "The little prince has no intention of revealing his identity. If I let you meet, it will not just be an interview."
Zhang Xixi did not feel depressed for long. She came to make the request with the attitude that she could make a deal, and now she has made money. So he patted Wang Zixu on the arm:
“Then it’s settled, please help convey the message as quickly as possible!”
As soon as Zhang Xixi left, Lu Qingxuan came over again, with an angry expression: "You know that the little prince will never accept an interview, how can you agree to her like this?"
Lu Qingxuan was speechless for a moment and said: "Well, you don't know the little prince very well."
"Pfft."
She turned around and glanced at Ye Lan who made the sound in confusion, and then said to Wang Zixu:
"Then I can only ask Editor Ning to communicate with the little prince. The other party may not agree, so you have to be mentally prepared to be hung on the wall."
Wang Zixu suppressed a smile and said, "It's okay. I'll beg the little prince for mercy, and he won't be so unreasonable."
Lu Qingxuan was quite puzzled by his confidence. Wang Zixu looked so relaxed, as if he was having fun. This attitude made her a little stunned. She stared at his face, rolled her eyes, and then backed away:
"You are not planning to pretend to be the little prince to interview her, are you? You can't do such a thing!"
"Hahaha..." Ye Lan finally couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, "How did you know? That's what he must have planned."
Wang Zixu pressed his forehead and said, "Your idea is very good, but don't think about it next time."
……
Wang Zixu helped until seven o’clock in the evening. Fortunately, Ye Lan got bored and left by himself. He had rich work experience and was extremely efficient. For this reason, Lu Qingxuan softened her attitude towards him, but she still disagreed with him for easily agreeing to let the little prince be interviewed.
Ning Chunyan called Ning Chunyan until she got off work. It was said that she had to go out to socialize, but she didn’t see anyone all day long. Wang Zixu promised her on the phone that he would go to the auditorium the next day to help with the PPT presentation, and then he opened the door and walked out of the magazine.
In the night glowed by the golden spotlights, the towering Lijia Mountain and CBD high-rise buildings opposite emerged.
Diao Yiwen came up, stood side by side with him, let out a breath and said: "The wind is blowing."
Wang Zixu said: "Yes, the weather is going to be cool. It's getting colder."
Diao Yiwen said: "Last time I told Ning Chunyan, oh, yes, it was also about Shi Shuqiu."
She paused, and then said: "Shi Shuqiu is also participating in this Feishi Literary Award. It is said that he is determined to win."
Wang Zixu unexpectedly heard the news that this woman said that he had a premonition but was unwilling to touch it. When he suddenly learned about it, his body trembled, but he still said as if he had accepted his fate: "Okay."
Diao Yiwen said: "So I told her, if I were you, I would suppress the manuscript first and wait until next year's competition before publishing it."
Wang Zixu didn't speak, and she turned to look at him: "What are your plans? Do you have to publish it this year?"
He pondered for a moment and nodded.
"Why do you have to publish it this year? I heard from Ning Chunyan that your book is very good. If you have a chance to win the first prize, why rush forward this year when you know you are going to crash?"
Prince Xu smiled bitterly: "The arrow is on the string."
Diao Yiwen sighed and said: "That's a pity. You have to know that there are two different treatments for authors who have won the first prize and those who have not.
"An author who has won the first prize will have a guarantee when publishing a new book. The first printing will not be less than 50,000 yuan in any case. When he goes out for a book signing, he will be printed as a first prize author.
"But if you only get a nomination, no matter how close you are to the first prize, you will not get very fair treatment. There will not be much preferential treatment for publishing a new book compared to ordinary authors. In terms of publicity, it will only be printed as a 'young writer'. "
Wang Zixu was surprised: "You actually understand it so well? "
Diao Yiwen said seriously: "A publishing friend of mine told me about it. In addition, just track the information about the awards over the years and you will know. Moreover, I really wanted to pursue this path of writing, so I put in all the effort into research. ”
Wang Zixu turned to look at her: "You have done a good job in research. I will never be able to find out so much information, but I ask you."
"Huh?"
"What if next year there is Shi Shuchun, Shi Shuxia, and Shi Shudong, who are also the second generation of Wen, and they also want to participate in Feishi?"
Diao Yiwen was speechless for a moment. Wang Zixu stared into her eyes and asked: "Do you want to continue? Leave the work to be published the year after next?"
After a long time, Diao Yiwen said: "Okay, I understand. You really do It has always been this way. Last time you had a conflict with Gou Yingbiao, you chose to take it hard. However, this time the opponent is different from the small pond in Xihe, so you may not be able to win this time. ”
Wang Zixu shrugged and said, "You know? In the past, I couldn't even publish a manuscript. I almost thought I was not good at writing. Not only did people in my workplace laugh at me and my manuscript was rejected, but my family also complained that I was not motivated. They think advancement means building relationships, going through the back door, and seeking promotions."
Diao Yiwen didn't understand why he said this.
The prince said with a fake smile: "So, at that time, I dreamed of being printed with the title of 'Young Writer' on my business card. For me, as long as I am recognized as a writer, I will be satisfied."
He added: "I think writing is sometimes not done well if there are too many distracting thoughts, and a little purity is still needed."
He told Sartre that there are no pure writers, and told Diao Yiwen that writers should still be a little pure. After saying this, he even laughed. He felt that he was too contradictory. Fortunately, Diao Yiwen had never seen Sartre, so she didn't know what he was laughing at, so she looked at him with her eyes without knowing why, a little embarrassed. She thought he was mocking her for not being much of a writer.
…
The next day, Wang Zixu drove to Nanjing University early in the morning and saw Ning Chunyan at the door of the auditorium. She had been dressed up, with rosy cheeks, a slim and straight nose, and plump, small lips. An unknown brand of lipstick made them look moist and shiny. The eyebrows were carefully traced, and the eyelashes were like dark fans, slender and curved.
She was wearing a strapless dress, with all the whiteness on her chest exposed from her neck down. Against the backdrop of her black hair, she looked even more dazzling, like moonlight shining on the snow-covered ground.
"Hey, stop looking, your eyes are straight," Ning Chunyan said with a smile, "Hurry up and lift the computer for me."
Wang Zixu said, "Who saw it?"
After saying that, he reached out to take the computer bag in her hand. Quite heavy.
Ning Chunyan held the skirt with both hands and whispered: "It's strange. When I ordered it, I felt that the skirt was not so long. Now it is almost dragging to the ground."
Wang Zixu said: "Is it because of your shoes?"
Ning Chunyan was stunned: "Yes! What should I do? It's about to start, and there's no time to change my shoes now. Is it possible that I have to walk around with my skirt all day today?"
"That's great, like a medieval lady."
"Lady, noble lady!" Ning Chunyan said a few words, then poked him twice with her fingers, "I am a girl."
She glared at him sharply, turned her back and walked to the front.
Wang Zixu followed behind, staring at the bright red skirt behind her, but felt that look still shining in his eyes.
Entering the auditorium, Ning Chunyan explained what he wanted to help with. Fortunately, he didn't need to deal with people, it was mainly background work.
People from behind came to the auditorium one after another. He saw Huang Xinghuo, and then people from the school's live broadcast channel came in carrying cameras, but he did not see other school leaders. Students came in one after another.
Wang Zixu sat in front of the projector, fiddling with the machine from time to time, perfectly blending into the background. No one noticed him, as if he didn't exist.
Only Zhao Peilin glanced at the venue after coming to the auditorium. When he saw Wang Zixu, he walked over with a smile and punched him.
“You are indeed here, you are so hardworking, do you want to put on lights and sound?”
Wang Zixu said: "I'm not that professional, I can only help put the ppt."
Zhao Peilin said: "Then you have to hide it, don't let Professor Zhong know that you are doing this ”
“ Maybe you will come? ”
Wang Zixu was a little curious: “Have you seen Professor Zhong? What’s the review?”
“Have you seen it? He threw it away after a while, saying that young people couldn’t understand it. Xu Rongrong came over and slapped him: “Why don’t you hurry up and get a good seat?”
Zhao Peilin said: "It's still early."
After saying that, he turned back to Wang Zixu and said: "It seems that the junior students in our school are not experienced yet. For such a popular class, they didn't come early to get a seat."
Wang Zixu wondered: "Are there so many people coming to listen?"
"You just wait and see."
After saying that, he and Xu Rongrong went to occupy seats early. Sure enough, at nine o'clock, like the starting gun, groups of students walked in, more and more, far beyond his expectation. Finally, the pit was full, and the whole auditorium was filled with steam.
Shi Tonghe’s seat was arranged in the first row together with several other school leaders. They had not arrived yet, so the students who came later saw the empty seats and stepped forward to occupy them. A tutor must stay in front of the seats and tell students not to occupy seats in the first row. Students crowded into the aisles, again blocking the camera's angle.
In short, it is blocked.
Ning Chunyan chatted with the professor for a long time, and took the time to run to Wang Zixu again, clasping his hands and whispering:
"That old guy Shi Tonghe hasn't come yet. If he doesn't come, we will start."
Wang Zixu said: "After all, the big shot is busy."
Ning Chunyan said: "I have said everything out loud, just because I am afraid that he will let me go."
Wang Zixu didn't say anything. He wanted to say that it would not be a big deal, but then he thought about it. If they really let them go, there is nothing they can do.
Ning Chunyan held hands and walked away gracefully. Zhang Xixi ran over immediately:
"You seem to have a special relationship with Ning Chunyan, are you familiar with her?"
"What if I don't?"
Zhang Xixi reminded her in a low voice again: "Remember the scheduled interview and arrange it early!"
Wang Zixu gave her an OK sign. Zhang Xixi left, and no one talked to him again.
Time is up, let’s start the class.
In the center of the first row, the seats belonging to Shi Tonghe and several school leaders are still empty.
Huang Xinghuo’s class was very good. When Wang Zixu got his ppt yesterday, he felt that the outline of the items was very clear. Today he gave a live lecture with great passion and endless jokes. The original author, Wang Zixu, was impressed by him and felt that he spoke from the bottom of his heart.
There are often jokes about the original author being stumped in the reading comprehension of his own article, in order to criticize over-interpretation. Over-interpretation does exist. Although good-quality interpretation sometimes exceeds the author's expectations, the author himself will feel good after hearing it. This is not an over-interpretation, but a moderate interpretation. Huang Xinghuo's is a moderate interpretation.
Especially at the end, the hero and heroine finally reconciled with their obsessions and gave birth to a child. It turned out that the child also had superpowers. His superpower was the ability to perceive the distortion of time and space, and to spy on what had happened in the distorted time and space.
Therefore, this child bridges the abilities of the male and female protagonists. As long as the family protects each other, they will not lose each other.
When Wang Zixu thought of this ending, he had thought whether such a happy ending would make people feel sick? But when he wrote the ending in his own hand, he burst into tears. He is not a dark and cold character. He likes happy endings. Even if he brings happiness to others, he feels sincerely happy.
Huang Xinghuo’s interpretation of this ending is that the little prince finally embraced his shortcomings, reluctance and dreams, and bravely moved towards a new chapter in life.
This interpretation exceeded Wang Zixu’s own expectations, but it made him sincerely happy. Maybe deep down in my subconscious, I also have the kind of courage he mentioned.
When Huang Xinghuo’s class was about to finish, Shi Tonghe and several school leaders arrived belatedly. The live broadcast camera suddenly focused on Shi Tonghe’s face and took a photo of his face. Wang Zixu saw a group of 666 floating on the live broadcast platform barrage.
But it’s a pity that most of the wonderful speech was lost. Shi Tonghe, who interrupted Huang Xinghuo’s train of thought at the last moment, no longer had Wang Zixu’s respect.
He only felt noisy, and even resented the barrage: Huang Xinghuo was giving a lecture just now, and you didn’t brush it. Shi Tonghe came over and showed his face, but you brushed it instead. Only respecting clothes and disrespecting people has permeated this place?
However, Huang Xinghuo was very restrained and ended his speech very gracefully. In the later interactive session, Shi Shuqiu, who was smiling all the time, came on stage as he wished and made his great statement: the little prince is a woman.
A bunch of "666" floated past the barrage.
The reason why Shi Tonghe came so late was not only because he was busy, but also because he didn’t want to give Huang Xinghuo credit. According to the coffee position, he didn't need Huang Xinghuo to teach him. If he hadn't put on airs and come to the class earlier, people would have said that Huang Xinghuo had also taught Shi Tonghe, and things would have been messed up.
While the prince was lost in thought, Ning Chunyan touched his side and whispered:
"Do you have time in the evening? I have dinner with Shi Tonghe and the others, so you should accompany me. "
After a pause, he said: "Help me stop the wine."
(End of this chapter)