Chapter 166 Xue Baochai’s Cat

Chapter 166 Xue Baochai’s Cat

“What?!” Chen Qingluo jumped up from her seat.

“Why are you reacting so loudly?” Ning Chunyan asked.

"Did I react too much? Where did I react too much? What reaction did I have?"

Chen Qingluo looked as fierce as her Dharma appearance, and asked Ning Chunyan so much that she didn't dare to speak.

She turned to Lu Qingxuan and asked: "Is she reacting badly?"

Lu Qingxuan hesitated: "Yes...a little."

Chen Qingluo said: "How can you allow your employees to illegally cohabit with members of the opposite sex? And also have an affair within marriage? How come you don't play the supervisory role that a private business owner should have?"

Ning Chunyan's tone became somewhat vain: "Do I have this function?"

"You have it, very much. The construction of family tradition is a part of the construction of work style. How can self-revolution be carried out in the context of the four modernizations if the family tradition is not correct? How can an enterprise become a basic unit that actively participates in building a harmonious society by allowing employees to degenerate? If you don't care about the opposite sex living together in the future, will you turn a blind eye if he becomes a traitor?..."

"Stop, stop, stop, the more you talk, the more you talk." Ning Chunyan finally couldn't listen anymore, "It's not that they live together, they bought a house together, so they live together temporarily."

Chen Qingluo's eyes widened: "Oh my God, the nature is even worse than living together! Death penalty! Shooting! Execution immediately!"

"It doesn't have to be so serious, right?"

Ning Chunyan explained it to her in detail - basically copying the explanation given to her by Wang Zixu. After listening to it, Chen Qingluo became emotionally stable and sat there without saying a word, not knowing what she was thinking.

“Do you feel more accepting after hearing this?” Ning Chunyan asked.

After a long time, Chen Qingluo nodded.

Ning Chun Yan smiled: "I heard the same reaction as you at first."

Chen Qingluo said: "What's wrong, I didn't react at all?"

"Okay, it's up to you. How to say it."

Lu Qingxuan witnessed all this and said in surprise: "No, you are too coaxing, right?"

The two of them turned their eyes to her at the same time, and the situation that had finally calmed down became anxious again.

Lu Qingxuan said: "Let me use an analogy. This explanation is like a boss who wanted to change his wife after getting rich, but the beauty hidden in the golden house was accidentally discovered, so he made up a set of excuses on the spot that even he did not believe, and he almost swore to Luoshui."

"Why are you giving such a specific example?"

Lu Qingxuan banged the table and said sadly: "Sister Qingluo and Sister Xiaochun, I find that you two are too naive and dare to believe what others say. Think about it, if we are all living together, can we live in peace?" Diao Yiwen also joined in: "Yes, if you fall in love like this in the future, you will be deceived."

Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo looked at each other. They never expected that they would be lectured by a girl younger than them so that they could not open their mouths.

“I don’t think we are that simple, are we?”

“No, simple, very simple,” Lu Qingxuan said, “This is all because you are too honest to be pregnant. If you are suspicious of others, you will definitely suffer a lot if you encounter someone who is dishonest. I think we should call the woman he lives with to find out the situation. "

As soon as this idea was proposed, it was extremely tempting.

Although Ning Chunyan immediately waved his hand very freely and said no, no, although our magazine attaches great importance to the construction of family tradition in the context of the four modernizations, Wang Zixu is also an adult, and he has the ability to arrange his own life. We must not only give enough care to our comrades, but also give them enough space.

After saying that, she and Chen Qingluo sat in silence for a while. Chen Qingluo turned around and said, what if he really died? Who will review the manuscript?

Ning Chunyan thought it made sense, and finally went round and round, dialing Ye Lan's phone number under Lu Qingxuan's slightly disdainful eyes, and asked Wang Zixu's current situation in a very polite and distant manner.

Unexpectedly, Ye Lan said, you have confused me. Although I live with him, I have hardly seen him in the past three weeks. The only thing that is certain is that he is still alive.

Ning Chunyan glanced at Chen Qingluo and asked: "You live together, how could it be possible that we haven't seen each other?"

Ye Lan said: "Do you think it's impossible? I think it's impossible too, but the reality is like this, and I don't believe it even if I say it." There was a small bed inside, so I guessed he slept in it at night, but there was no toilet inside, but I had never seen him come out to use the toilet or take a shower. Once I was really worried and asked him what was going on through the door. The next day, he posted a note on the door, gently reminding me not to disturb him. Do you think it is irritating? ”

"Is something really going to happen?" Ning Chunyan became nervous.

"Probably not. He also sends scripts to the company on time every day, and the takeaway packaging he eats every day is thrown outside the door, and I help take it away and throw it away. He should not be dead."

"Script? What script?" Ning Chunyan asked.

Ye Lan realized that he had made a mistake, and immediately changed the topic: "Anyway, others are alive, but in what form they are alive, you will never find out unless you open the door, just like what is it? That Xue Baochai's cat."

"It's Schrödinger's cat." Ning Chunyan corrected politely.

"Yes, that's it. Why don't you come over for a visit?"

After hanging up the phone, they found Ye Lan's suggestion equally tempting. Everyone is curious about what happened to the cat.

Lu Qingxuan asked: "Isn't he autistic?"

Ning Chunyan turned to look at her: "Why is he autistic?"

Lu Qingxuan did not answer. She had heard some rumors recently - Wang Zixu had a certain reputation in the school because of the manuscript specially invited by Nanjing University (although it was very low, his popularity was between Abdul Razak Gulner and Svetlana Alexandrovna Alexeevich in the School of Liberal Arts). It was because of such a fingernail-sized reputation, coupled with the conflict with Shi Shuqiu, that there was a bad reputation against him in the school.

This leads to the fact that more people know that his manuscript has been rejected twice than people who know who he is.

So after thinking about it, Lu Qingxuan felt that he really had a reason to be autistic.

But she didn’t say this, she just said: “If you weren’t autistic, why would you lock yourself in the room?”

"Yes, why?"

Chen Qingluo felt that this was not even a problem because she often locked herself in the house. Not only did she lock herself in the house, she even locked herself in the toilet for a week. Because there was an exhaust fan at home, she didn't even feel the smell.

In the end, they decided to visit in case the backbone of the magazine really died at home. Diao Yiwen stayed behind in the editorial department. Ning, Chen, and Lu set off for Wang Zixu's house, and bought some fruits and snacks on the way. When they arrived at Wang Zixu's house, they received a warm reception from Ye Lan.

Chen Qingluo has been possessed by Sherlock Holmes since she entered the house. She searched everywhere for traces of life with sharp eyes, trying to find out the origin of even a hair that fell on the floor. Unfortunately, there was no hair on the floor, and Ning Chunyan was not Watson. She did not keep a distance from the suspect, but she was still chatting enthusiastically.

Ye Lan brought them to the door of Wang Zixu's workshop, pointed at the door and said: "He has not moved at all in the past few days, but he orders takeout every day. I help throw it at the door of his room every time, and I don't know when he took it in. Anyway, no one can be seen, so it is very mysterious."

The door is a Buyang anti-theft door. Although it is a basic model, it is also large and heavy. It isolates this room from the home and is full of indifference to draw a clear line. Indeed, as Ye Lan said, under the isolation of this door, no one would know if Wang Zixu died inside.

Ning Chunyan went straight to knock on the door: "Zizixu! Are you in there? Open the door, it's me!"

After knocking for a while and there was no response, Ning Chunyan turned around and asked, "Has he always been like this?"

Ye Lan frowned: "This is rare. He usually answers the door when knocking on the door."

Lu Qingxuan put the fruit basket on the ground worriedly: "You are not really autistic, are you?"

"Do you have a spare key?"

"I have to look for it."

When everyone gathered outside the door, behind the door, in the dark room, the prince was half-naked, lying on the cot, his eyes wide open, and the light from the gap in the curtains hit his face, forming a white streak.

The blanket was twisted into a twist and half placed on his stomach. The computer screen stayed on the document page. The densely packed text on the page formed a neat queue, row after row, and burst out of the screen, holding a grand military parade in the room. It was like a tight curse that gave people a splitting headache.

It doesn’t work anymore, I can’t change it, I can’t do it.

Can you really not do it?

Someone lowered his head in the dark, blocking the light from his face. Whispering softly, but the voice is deafening:

You believe that you still have 49 chances to win the Nobel Prize for Literature, but don’t believe that you can’t change the sentence in front of you? You are so hypocritical.

The highest state of hypocrisy is to be hypocritical to yourself - not being kind but thinking that you are a righteous person, not being firm but thinking that you are a strong person. When your actions cannot convince your will, you begin to distort the world, distort facts, and live like a maggot. This is a fake person.

Remember that young and passionate patriotic youth? He criticized people on the Internet for being unwilling to work overtime for free, lacking the spirit of dedication and struggle, and being unwilling to give up the individual to achieve the greater self at the expense of his own interests to contribute to the company. After he graduated, he was exploited by his boss in multiple ways. Because of the salary issue, he criticized the country as a rotten country on the Internet. He said that the moon in foreign countries is round and wanted to escape abroad.

This is a fake person. This world is neither good nor bad, it is you who is rotten. The appearance of a lot of things depends on what you tell yourself: you tell yourself that you can win the Nobel Prize for Literature. If you don't work hard and don't get it in the end, what will you do? Complain about the world?

Wang Zixu’s eyes began to focus again, and the vague voice in front of him disappeared into the air like morning mist. He said to the empty room, I can. It's hard, but I can.

The next second, his perspective rose into the sky and he was able to overlook the earth. He saw that the East China Sea and the West River were covered with continuous and sad rain. The girl in the milk tea shop wore a brown apron with a smile on her face and looked numb. The old man in Tai Chi suit moved slowly in front of the adult products store. The young man in a plaid shirt got into a fight with a passerby because of a shared bicycle.

He floated over, floating over the Xihe River, and seemed to see many familiar figures, including Gou Yingbiao, Lin Feng, and Shen Qingfeng. He did not stop for these acquaintances, and went all the way west, to Naypyitaw, to Kuala Lumpur, to Bandar Seri Begawan, then to Kathmandu, Delhi, Colombo, Maldives, Tashkent, Dushanbe, Kabul, Tehran, Damascus...

He found that he had acquaintances all over the world. In Takia, he saw Adonis, aging like a living fossil, sitting in his wicker chair; in Cape Town, John Maxwell Coetzee raised his clear eyes; in Paris, it was lively, Perec, Modiano and Clézio greeted him. After the prince returned the greeting in vain, he remembered that Perec was dead...

The door creaked, more light rushed into the room, and the dust suspended in the air flew up. The prince squinted his eyes and wanted to get up, but he had no strength.

“What does it smell like?” someone said. After finishing speaking, several noses twitched together.

“Ah! He has no clothes on!” someone screamed.

“Calm down, I feel like I’m really dead.” Someone said.

“Well, it’s the smell of diapers.”

Chen Holmes Qingluo squatted down, inspected the scene, and announced the truth. Lu Qingxuan rushed out of the room, and Ye Lan handed everyone the masks in time.

“No wonder I didn’t see him going to the toilet, he seems really crazy.”

People always sympathize with the person involved when they can’t see him, but after witnessing the scene, they will inevitably feel disgusted, not to mention that Wang Zixu’s current miserable condition is disgusting, with frizzy hair and pale skin, and he looks malnourished and dehydrated.

Ning Chunyan knelt down and patted his face: "Hey, are you okay?"

Wang Zixu's soul was currently circling the Cape of Good Hope. He quickly crossed Buenos Aires and Lima, greeted Borges and Llosa, and then returned to his body in the East China Sea.

“Well, I want to drink water.”

Ning Chunyan took out an orange from the plastic bag and waved it in front of his eyes: "There is no water, but there are oranges. Do you want it?"

Wang Zixu nodded.

So Ning Chunyan broke open the orange for him and stuffed it into his mouth one by one. She was very happy and raised her head and said in surprise: "I feel the joy of feeding cats!"

Chen Qingluo ignored her. It was none of her business whether Ning Chunyan wanted to raise Xue Baochai's cat or become a Pokémon training master. She was currently sitting in front of Wang Zixu's computer, reviewing his revised novel.

She dragged the mouse to read a few pages and said: "The changes are almost finished, the progress is going very smoothly, the retreat is really useful."

Ning Chunyan stuffed the remaining half of the oranges into Wang Zixu’s mouth (Zixu was stuck on the spot), turned to read the manuscript, and then commented: "How much has been changed? Didn’t you change Lingyun?"

Chen Qingluo whispered: "The change is very good."

Ning Chunyan asked in a low voice: "Do you think you are qualified to be on "Get"?"

Chen Qingluo said nothing.

Lu Qingxuan mustered up the courage to re-enter the room and reminded in a low voice: "Why don't you cover him with a quilt before we chat? I really can't see this, this, this man naked."

Ye Lan came in with several bottles of mineral water, put them on Wang Zixu's table, and shouted: "What the hell, you're actually wearing diapers. If you use this house like this, you have to pay me depreciation fees."

As she said that she wanted to trick the prince, Chen Qingluo sternly said: "Leave him alone!"

Ye Lan was startled and turned to look at her.

"Leave him alone," Chen Qingluo said, "That's it, don't bother, he is going through the tribulation now, just change it."

Ye Lan said awkwardly: "But..."

"No, let's go."

After saying that, Chen Qingluo took the lead and walked out of the door. Everyone in the room looked at each other. Ning Chunyan hesitated and moved a few more bottles of water into the room before closing the door with Ye Lan.

Ning Chunyan didn’t know that her mouthful of oranges and bottles of water saved Wang Zixu’s life. Wang Zixu came to his senses, ate all the oranges, wiped off the juice flowing on his chin, returned to the computer, and started writing furiously.

There is still one week left before the graduate examination.

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(End of this chapter)