Chapter 170 Jueming Writer
“Yesterday, Yao Duanyang, the old man, also said that "Xin Shang" is a popular magazine that young people like. He praises and criticizes openly and secretly, thinking that I can’t hear it. He wants to say that we have no depth and only young people like it. After the trend has passed, it is nothing."
"Well, you're smart."
"Isn't it the number one magazine in South China? Wait, wait, sooner or later, one day, our "New Award" will beat "Ancient City", step on "Yangtze River", and even surpass "Modern Times"."
"It's passed."
"Qingluo, you, you are a little too modest. We can't surpass "Modern Times" now. I know this very well."
"I also know it very well, because what I mean is...forget it, you drank too much, no I’m arguing with you.”
“I didn’t drink too much, you see, I can still spin around.”
Wang Zixu’s advice is right, the Ning Chun Banquet is indeed only three cups long, and you can get drunk even if you drink beer.
Lu Qingxuan watched Ning Chunyan perform a circular motion and then lay down on the ground. She worriedly asked Chen Qingluo if she wanted to help, but Chen Qingluo said no.
She carried Ning Chunyan skillfully and stuffed her into the car without touching her head.
If you just look at the appearance, you would never expect that Chen Qingluo’s small body can actually do physical work so neatly.
She took Ning Chunyan’s mobile phone to pay the bill, which announced that the banquet was over and everyone was going their separate ways.
Lu Qingxuan asked outside the car window: "Do you really not want my help?"
"No," Chen Qingluo started the car, "If you go back late, you will miss the school's access control time, so you can only sleep on her sofa."
"Okay."
After watching the car leave, Lu Qingxuan said to Du Kezhu: "We are the only two left."
"Let's go back to school."
“Hey, are the dormitory doors closed now? Are you sure you can persuade the dormitory manager to open the door for us later?”
“No.”
“Hey, you must be very experienced, right?”
“…What makes you have the illusion that I often come home late?”
“Your hair.”
Green hair flutters under the street lamp, and its color and texture are somewhat similar to phosphophyllite.
Du Kezhu said: "I thought you were the president of the student union and had the privilege of asking the dormitory manager to open the door at any time."
"No."
"No."
"I'm sorry, the students will disappoint you."
The two walked for a while, and Lu Qingxuan finally plucked up the courage: "You just said that you were working part-time?"
"Did I say that?"
"Well, when Sister Xiaochun invited you to the magazine just now, you said," Lu Qingxuan took a deep breath, "Actually, I know what you are doing."
Du Kezhu still looked as if nothing had happened: "What."
"I also discovered it by accident. Either I went to inquire about it because I cared about you, or I happened to know..." Lu Qingxuan stared at her, "Innocent poet, right?"
Du Kezhu stopped.
Lu Qingxuan was a little nervous: "I didn't mean to blackmail you with what you did, I was just chatting, you know, I just wanted to chat."
"Where did you learn about it?"
Lu Qingxuan's breathing stopped. Because Du Kezhu's voice suddenly became as cold as ice, she was as silent as a grasshopper feeling the first gust of autumn wind.
Du Kezhu turned to look at her, his dark eyes shining like stars. It was a dark street after 11 o'clock, the charcoal fire in the oven was getting colder, the sewage slowly flowed along the roadside ditch, and the vendors closed their doors with the sound of gold and iron.
"Who did you hear that from?"
Lu Qingxuan was taken a step closer and felt a drop of cold liquid on her back. She took a half step back and her eyes flickered:
"It doesn't matter who you heard it from! I won't tell others, but what I'm curious about is, why did you do that? It's not like you are short of money."
Du Kezhu blinked, as if she said something stupid.
"What gave you the illusion that I am not short of money?"
Lu Qingxuan glanced at her hair, and her tone rose involuntarily:
"I mean, of course money is not too much, but the value of some things cannot be measured by money. Especially for NTU students, what I mean is that your "part-time job" must give up some things, such as self-esteem, integrity, and so on. I don't think you are short of money and need to give up those things, because in my eyes, you have always been..."
"That's enough."
The words were like an ice knife that interrupted Lu Qingxuan's passionate statement. The innocent poet put his hands on her shoulders. Then, she felt an irresistible force coming from her. She was pushed staggeringly into the alley on the street, with her back leaning against the wall.
“Let’s be honest, who told you?”
Lu Qingxuan stammered: “I heard it from hearsay...”
“Who told you?”
“I promised others...”
“I don’t care who you promised, I just want the name.”
Under her aggressive eyes, Lu Qingxuan finally compromised in frustration:
“Duan Xiaosang.”
Du Kezhu frowned.
"Duan Xiaosang is a well-known book marketer..."
"I know." Du Kezhu said, "Why does she know my ID? And, what do you and her want to do?"
Lu Qingxuan swallowed and spoke very quickly: "She came to me a few days ago and said that she knew about your vest online and that you were a big V in Wen Yan, so she speculated that you must know about the little prince. She asked me to help her get information about the little prince from you with a very tempting condition. To be honest, I was not interested in that condition at all. I was very curious about the real identity of the little prince, but I was even more curious. , why would someone like you do something like that?"
Du Kezhu blinked for a long time and asked: "What did you say she wanted to do?"
"She wanted to know the true identity of the little prince through you."
A gust of wind blew, and Lu Qingxuan pressed her skirt subconsciously.
Du Kezhu frowned and relaxed, and finally asked in a skeptical tone: "Are you kidding?"
"No, what's so funny about this kind of thing?"
Du Kezhu stared at her for a long time, as if he was looking at a rare item.
The identity of the little prince is unremarkable. He is sitting in their office, and his distance from Lu Qingxuan is usually no more than 3 meters.
And she actually left the near in search of the far, and went in such a big circle, turning back and running towards her with all her strength to get an answer.
From her perspective, this matter is quite funny no matter what. Too funny.
But it was such a funny reason that caused her to be unboxed, and she was still offline. It’s really dumbfounding to think about it.
Du Kezhu said as if giving up: "You are such a stupid girl."
"What?!"
Lu Qingxuan's face gradually turned red, and in the blink of an eye, Du Kezhu was already four or five meters away.
“Du Kezhu, you have to give me a reason!”
Lu Qingxuan chased out of the alley, but could only see the back of his opponent walking away resolutely.
“You haven’t answered my question yet!”
Lu Qingxuan shouted in vain at Du Kezhu’s back again, and many passers-by on the street drew their eyes here. She couldn't understand why the famous "non-emperor" wanted to become a "guiltless poet". Maybe she was really writing poetry, but was she really "guilty"?
At least in the eyes of the public, she is not innocent.
The poet did not answer and disappeared into the night.
……
诗人回到宿舍，某位室友咕哝着抱怨了一声，翻个身继续睡了。 The poet gently closed the door and sat down in front of the computer under the white moonlight.
She gently lowered the bed curtain and turned on the desk lamp to the lowest brightness. Their dormitory is a four-person room with a bed and a table. In order to prevent the lights from working at night from affecting her roommates’ sleep, she purchased blackout bed curtains, but inevitably she still heard complaints from her roommates.
Before this time, renting a house off campus became a very attractive option, but every time she calculated her income and expenses, she gave up the idea.
Taking out her phone, she noticed the red dots on two unread messages, which were from her mother. After a while of mental preparation, she clicked on it.
What immediately came into view was a hospital diagnosis sheet. She clicked it and saw that it read:
"The texture of both lungs is clear, and a small nodule-like dense shadow can be seen at the apex of the right lung: patchy and flaky dense shadows can be seen in the middle lobe of the right lung and the upper lobe of the left lung..."
Du Kezhu pursed his lips, tried hard to suppress the impatience in his heart, and typed on his mobile phone:
"What's wrong?"
The other side responded quickly:
"I went to the hospital for a check-up. The situation is quite serious. I don’t want to delay your study. I will send it to you for a look."
Du Kezhu said: "The diagnostic opinion here is that there may be inflammation. If it is just inflammation, then it is okay."
Mother: "What's better? I don't dare tell you for fear of affecting your studies. I feel out of breath these days."
After a while, another message came from over there:
"I live alone in the hospital with no one to care about me. I spend more and more money. It's meaningless to live. I might as well go home and wait to die." "
Du Kezhu held his breath: "Where is your husband?"
"He is busy with work and has to make money. He is already poor and he is not making money. Are we all drinking the northwest wind?"
A year after Du Kezhu's biological father died, his mother found a boyfriend. His dressing style was very unconventional, and he claimed to work in a freight company. Later, the mother and daughter discovered that he was actually unemployed.
After living together for a year, the two received the certificate secretly because Du Kezhu had always opposed it. Later, Du Kezhu found the marriage certificate of the two at home, and her mother officially acknowledged it to her.
My stepfather said that girls don’t need to be highly educated, as it would be difficult to get married if they were too highly educated. Du Kezhu is so beautiful, she should get to know more people while she is young and get married early. After she finishes her studies, she will be old.
Mother said, your father is right, how much money can you make after studying, and how many years will it take to make up for the family expenses? You should stop reading after you finish high school.
Du Kezhu didn’t think so. She felt that ever since her mother got married, her mind had been filled with shit. She spent all the family money on having sex with that man, but she thought she couldn’t afford her studies.
So she wrote, read, made money, and got admitted to Nanjing University.
At the beginning, her family had a negative attitude towards her writing, thinking that it was impossible to make money from writing and that she was wasting her work. Until that day, she put the royalties into a duffel bag and threw it on the dining table at home.
It was indeed great at the time, but it became the thing she regretted the most. After that, her family came to her asking for money every day. For this reason, she had to change her vest again and again.
If she hadn’t been in a hurry to leave her family, she wouldn’t have been in a hurry to buy a house. If she hadn’t been in a hurry to buy a house, she wouldn’t have bought an unfinished building because she didn’t do enough homework.
If it hadn’t been for the purchase of an unfinished building, she wouldn’t have had to become a writer.
Du Kezhu replied: "Just tell me, what do you want?"
"If I want to be hospitalized, I will have to hire a nurse, as well as nutrition, medicine, oxygen..."
“How much is it?”
“It should be 50,000 anyway.”
After the transfer, the other party suddenly became silent, and the good night fell into silence.
Lu Qingxuan's words echoed in my ears again, "This 'part-time job' of yours will definitely require you to give up some things, such as self-esteem, integrity, etc. I don't think you are so short of money that you need to give up those things..."
Du Kezhu smiled bitterly.
Sorry, she doesn’t think that making money requires abandoning self-esteem.
If she really needs to abandon her self-esteem to make money, then she has no self-esteem in the first place.
If she can’t make money, she will lose her self-esteem.
… … … … "Hello, I am Wang Zixu, I am the one who wrote "Fire in the Stone"... Weird."
"...Hello, I am Wang Zixu, the one who wrote "Fire in the Stone"...well..."
In front of the mirror, Wang Zixu practiced several times, but the results were not satisfactory and he always felt strange.
He glanced at his watch. It was 8:08 in the morning. It was still two hours before the agreed meeting. He looked into the mirror and said:
"Hello, I am Wang Zixu, and I am the star of "Fire in the Stone". Written... No, thanks to my work "Fire in Stone" for giving us the opportunity to meet... vomit..."
He retched into the washbasin, unable to vomit anything, and his stomach seemed to be filled with a bag of stones, making a "clack-clack" sound as they collided with each other.
Turning on the faucet and washing his face, he shivered.
The experiences during this period have left him feeling disappointed. Although he received an unexpected and beautiful promise on the phone yesterday, he always felt as if he was facing an abyss, as if the next step was going to be empty.
In a blink of an eye, the appointed time came. Wang Zixu waited outside the train station for a long time. While waiting anxiously, he received a call. The editor said that she had already left the station and got into a taxi, and asked him to meet at a certain coffee shop.
Wang Zixu hurried over. As soon as he entered the store, he saw a woman standing up and waving to him with her hands raised high.
The woman has medium to short hair, wears light makeup, and has some baby fat on her face. She looks cute. After seeing Wang Zixu, a smile appeared on her lips:
"It is indeed you. When I saw your name, I wondered if it was you, but it turned out to be you."
Wang Zixu stared at her, stammered, and opened his mouth for a long time. Her name was on his lips, but he just couldn't say it out.
"Pu Yuyang, do you remember? Old classmate."
The woman stretched out her hand and shook it with him, and Wang Zixu finally said: "I didn't expect it. I can see you here. ”
The woman was his high school classmate. They had some interactions in high school, but they had no contact since college. Neither of them expected to meet here, and in this form.
Wang Zixu sat down opposite her. Behind him sat a well-dressed old man drinking coffee. He kept leaning towards him, but he didn't pay much attention. The two of them felt very sad when they talked about the past.
"Do you remember Xiao Fei? The one who always got the first place in the exam. I heard that he passed the Nancai exam and is now his own boss. There is also Ye Ting, who went to the United States after graduating from China Economics I studied abroad and worked in foreign trade after I came back... Also, Xie Cong, aren’t you familiar with him? ”
When Pu Yuyang talked about things from his previous school days, Wang Zixu was a little hesitant. He had been cut off from communication with his classmates for a long time. When he talked about those things, he felt as if he had lived in another world. The more he listened, the more he felt that he had accomplished nothing in his 30 years of life. Fortunately, Pu Yuyang soon returned to the topic.
"When I called you yesterday, I was thinking that your name looked familiar. Is it you? But the style of writing didn't look like the impression you gave me before. I was afraid that it was the same name and I didn't dare to recognize you. I didn't expect that you would actually go down the path of literature and write so well. It's incredible. I remember that you were admitted to a science and engineering school at that time, right?"
Wang Zixu nodded: "I studied at Beijing Institute of Technology. By the way, do you remember which university all your classmates went to?"
Pu Yuyang smiled: "Some of the more impressive students remember it."
Wang Zixu sighed to himself, this is really a talent.
"How did you become an editor at "Get"?" Wang Zixu asked.
"What, can't you take it?" Pu Yuyang smiled and said, "I like literature, and I also studied Chinese in college. If I don't take the public exam, I will have to be an editor."
Wang Zixu was very envious of her experience and nodded: "That's great."
"Back to the topic," Pu Yuyang took out his "Fire in the Stone" manuscript from his bag, "Many editors in our editorial department have read your work, and they are all amazed, but we have a question."
Wang Zixu became nervous: "You ask."
"I noticed that your manuscript was not voted for our "Get" at the beginning, but for "The Ancient City". Can I take the liberty to ask why?" Pu Yuyang came over cautiously and asked.
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