Chapter 194 Oh Captain! My Captain!
The wind blew through Qingshan Square and quietly touched the orange cake shop at the corner of the road.
“I still don’t quite understand,” the believer said, “Why doesn’t the little prince let everyone reveal his identity outside?”
“Do you want people to know that you are a verbal therapist, loser believer?”
Because of the Internet celebrity store, the queue is like a huge crowd. The three of them didn't come here for any limited-time collaboration, they just came here to go shopping. After getting tired of shopping, they each brought a dessert and rested under the umbrella outside.
The huge sun did not disinfect the poet's mouth, and the lost believer turned into a useless believer in her mouth. Even if he was not from 985 University, he felt the injustice.
"I definitely don't want to, but who am I, who is the little prince? If I were the little prince, I would like to print 'I am the little prince' on my shirt. I change eight girlfriends a day, and I will be happy until old age."
"What a loser." Du Kezhu rolled his eyes at him, thinking that he was extremely worthless.
The believer said: "That's right. Look at what's going on online now. A bunch of women are screaming that they want to give birth to monkeys for the little prince. I really want to pull out their baobab trees.
"You said that the little prince himself is not a crooked person. He has neither baldness nor body odor, and is quite good-looking. If he announces his identity, those women will not jump up and pounce on him?"
The poet wanted to mock him, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was right. This is certainly the case in the world now.
Just like the Internet celebrity store in front of you, the queue has now gone around 8 times, and the end of the queue is on the opposite side of the sidewalk, as if people from the entire East China Sea want to come and see the excitement.
The little prince is unique. After he revealed his identity, the madness he provoked only intensified.
Cheng Xing said: "It can only be said that everyone's pursuit is different. The little prince pursues higher-level things, and the identity of the little prince cannot bring him what he wants."
The believer said: "Maybe my level is too low, and I don't know the pursuit of higher levels. "What is it?"
Cheng Xing said, "That's not what I meant. Probably, he wants to take the serious creation route."
"What is serious creation?"
"Serious creation means paying more attention to the ideological and aesthetic value of the work than the entertainment value, and pursuing originality and advancement. Of course, serious literature and popular literature are not so clearly distinguished now, but those literary scripts I posted online are definitely not serious in the eyes of the literary world."
After finishing speaking, Cheng Xing drank. Taking a sip of milk tea, he continued: "So, after I posted "The Little Prince's Love Letter" online, I was severely criticized by seniors in the literary world. They said things like self-destruction and sensationalism, which made people frightened."
The poet held a straw in his mouth: "You are also working hard. You do these thankless things without asking for anything in return."
"Who told me that I was destined to be his noble man?" Cheng Xing smiled brightly, "I still think it's quite glorious."
The believer asked: "Did you do serious creation before?"
"That's right."
"Just because you made an online post that went viral, you were criticized?"
"Yeah."
"No," the believer was a little angry, "People are not allowed to create freely? What's wrong with writing something entertaining when you are serious and tired? I think they are just jealous."
Cheng Xing said: "I don't rule out that some of those who criticize me are jealous. I don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. I know the character of two or three of them.
"But there are also Professor Zhong Junmin. They are simply disgusted with this frivolous creative attitude. Their attitude towards studying and creating is very rigorous, and I respect them very much.
"It is normal to have different voices in the literary world. What I want to say is that they even criticize me as useless. If it is the little prince himself, he will definitely be even more unacceptable. If he confesses his identity, it is very likely that he will never have the opportunity to enter the field of serious literature in the future."
The believer opened his mouth: "Their evaluation is so important? Why don't you just write your own, why should you care what others say?"
Cheng Xing smiled bitterly: "After all, you are pointing at others to give out prizes, so of course other people's evaluations are important."
"What award?"
"The Fei Shi Literary Award, the Outstanding Novel Award, the Chinese Writers Award...even the Mao Dun Literary Award."
"The little prince may want to win the Mao Dun Literary Award." Du Kezhu said suddenly.
“There is no writer who doesn’t want to take it.”
"There are many writers who were famous for their time, but there are very few writers who can leave a name in history. What he wants is to leave a name in history."
"So I say, he is pursuing something of a higher level." Cheng Xing said.
After hearing this, the believer sat in a daze and suddenly began to feel scared.
He finally realized that he really almost made a big mistake.
If you meet the little prince another day, you still have to wear a helmet.
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即便是最认同小王子的文暧小圈子，也无法想象王子虚惊人且狂妄的宏伟目标。
The most ambitious goal they can think of is the Mao Dun Literature Prize. If they were allowed to have a glimpse of Wang Zixu's true thoughts, they would be surprised by his audacity.
This is why he never tells others what he thinks. He has been criticized as "whimsical" too many times, and he is not short of ridicule.
His father was the one who teased him the most since childhood. When he mentioned that he wanted to major in literature, his father said, no one in your family has been engaged in literature for three generations, from top to bottom, so you still want to engage in literature? Do you have this gene?
Later, when he was admitted to the establishment, he had an identity with his father, and the ridicule was much less, replaced by Zhang Qian's ridicule. When he said he wanted to earn royalties, Zhang Qian also laughed at his delusion: Are you the only one who still wants to earn royalties? From kindergarten to university, what educational experience did you have related to literature?
The woman’s contempt is certainly depressing, but Wang Zixu’s own lack of expectations is even more frustrating - Wang Zixu received his first royalties many years after breaking up with Zhang Qian. If it hadn't been for the Xihe Literary Society incident, Zhang Qian might not have felt that she was wrong until her death.
Wang Zixu actually doesn’t care about ridicule. After 30 years of training, he has become thick-skinned and has a precious armor on his back. What he cares about is Chen Qingluo.
Among everyone’s ridicule, only Chen Qingluo’s ridicule was particularly gentle, touching, and unforgettable.
"You haven't heard of Joyce? You don't know one of the four founders of stream of consciousness?"
"You haven't even read "The Outsider"? It's really hilarious that you have never heard of such a well-known work."
"What? You don't even know that Bailuyuan is in Xi'an? Even if you haven't read Chen Zhongshi's "Bailuyuan", you should know this common sense, right?"
She always uses her onion-like fingers to push back the hair on her ears and temples, her face is expressionless but her eyes are filled with a mixture of pride and teasing.
王子虚总是在这样清澈干净的目光中败下阵来，被说得体无完肤。 But he didn't feel his self-esteem was frustrated. Instead, he became more courageous and looked forward to taking on her next challenge.
"'The overlord of Pei Gong's army has not yet met Xiang Yu'. This 'overlord' is Bailuyuan, do you know?" Chen Qingluo whispered.
Wang Zixu lowered his head and stared at the "Hongmen Banquet" in the text, and then looked at the "White Deer Plain" in Chen Qingluo's table. He felt a wonderful connection - the inside and outside of class were magically connected in this way.
“It turns out that Bashang is Bailuyuan? Doesn’t that mean that Liu Bang has also been to Bailuyuan?”
Chen Qingluo didn’t speak, and by the time Wang Zixu discovered the reason, it was already too late. The Chinese teacher’s eyes were fixed on his face, making him stand on end.
“We classmates, please don’t talk nonsense below. Can you understand without listening to the lecture? Wang Zixu, get up and translate this sentence.”
“Pei Gong is stationed in Bailuyuan, and he has not met Xiang Yu yet...”
"What Bailuyuan? (Knock on the podium)"
"Teacher, Bashang is the current Bailuyuan..."
"What are you talking about? Where did you read it? Take out the books from your desk!"
The students laughed. Chen Qingluo turned her face away and looked at the wall, shrugging her shoulders. Wang Zixu shouted that she had been fooled.
One day many years later, while sorting out local chronicle data, Wang Zixu discovered that Bashang was really Bailuyuan.
At that time, he was already in the boring office of the public institution, sitting on the boring desk, with only endless reports in the table. Suddenly recalling what happened that day, she realized that Chen Qingluo was not deliberately trying to trick her.
Whether there is no literary person within the third generation or a major in literature, these are things that the prince is powerless to change.
But just knowing the knowledge that "Bashang is Bailuyuan" makes me happy. If Chen Qingluo hadn't mentioned it to him when he was 17, he wouldn't have discovered this piece of trivia among his old papers until 10 years later.
Chen Qingluo always told him some unknown things, and these unknown knowledge polished him and changed him.
Ba Shang is beside the Ba River. There is a Ba Bridge on the Ba River, and there are willows next to the Ba Bridge. The ancients liked to break willows to say goodbye. It's a pity that when I said goodbye to Chen Qingluo, it was not like what the poem said. She held hands and looked at each other with tears in her eyes, and she was speechless and choked.
If given the chance, he would like to visit Bailuyuan.
He was holding the phone, and the screen on the phone stayed on Chen Qingluo’s phone page, and his knuckles were pinched until they turned white.
About thirty-three minutes and nine seconds later, he finally prepared himself mentally and dialed Chen Qingluo's number.
“Hello.”
“There will be something to do at the Ningchun Banquet tomorrow, so just the two of us will go... Do you have time tomorrow?”
The original text is in Liu#9@书/吧!
“Yes.”
“Then, let’s meet tomorrow morning?”
“Okay.”
The other party simply hung up the phone, and Wang Zixu was a little confused.
Chen Qingluo was so cheerful that he doubted his life. When he said something, Chen Qingluo jumped out of his mouth. Before he finished speaking, Chen Qingluo agreed completely.
As a result, he even forgot to make an appointment with her for a specific meeting time.
He heard the door ring. Ye Lan is back.
When Wang Zixu walked out of the door, Ye Lan was sitting on the sofa cutting her toenails.
The socks were stuffed into the slippers, the heels were on the toilet paper, and the toilet paper was placed on the coffee table. There is a pot of popcorn on the coffee table. When Wang Zixu passed by, he saw that her heels were red like underripe tomatoes.
“Aren’t you afraid of your toenails flying into your popcorn?”
"Oh! I'm scared, I'm scared! Thank you for reminding me!"
Ye Lan struggled to reach out, but because her legs were too long and her chest was big, she failed in the end. When she reached the popcorn, she turned to him and said, "Can you help me?"
Wang Zixu helped her take the popcorn away and said, "Why did you buy this?"
“Because today is Fast & Furious Day.”
“What is Vegetarian Chicken Day?”
"It's a day dedicated to watching "Fast and Furious". Don't you know that "Fast 10" is on streaming media? Haven't you watched "The Big Bang Theory"? Oh, you are so boring."
The bored man shook his head, his expression showing that he still didn’t understand what Ye Lan was talking about, which disappointed her greatly. However, she magnanimously expressed that she was willing to share half of the popcorn with him and allow him to spend a "speed day" together.
Wang Zixu politely declined. He said he did not want to risk eating Ye Lan's toenails by going to this festival. However, he still sat down next to her and asked insinuatingly whether anything had happened in Wen Wen's company recently.
Ye Lan looked at him strangely: "What happened? A lot of things happened. I am so busy every day. What did you say?"
"It's the unusual kind."
"It's unusual." Ye Lan raised his head and thought, "Didn't we recruit people a few days ago? I went for an interview, and there was a literature lover who came to our company because he admired the little prince, but his performance was very poor. In the end, he jumped on the table to read poetry, and we kicked him off."
Wang Zixu said: ""Dead Poets Society"?"
p>“What?”
“Nothing. Then did you recruit that person?”
“Of course not. But we persuaded the person for a long time, saying that even if he came to work, he would not see you, so he was willing to leave.”
Wang Zixu scratched his head: "I didn't mean that. Has Zuo Ziliang said recently that he wants to sell the company?"
"Huh?" Ye Lan stared, "He wants to Run away? How dare he do that without the approval of the board of directors? Did he tell you? "No, I'm just giving an example." Wang Zixu waved his hand quickly.
Ye Lan’s expression did not seem to be fake (based on his understanding of her, she was not the kind of person who could hide things). Because of this, Zuo Ziliang's intentions became even more erratic and unpredictable.
Why should he exclude them and communicate with Xunyi privately? Oh Captain! My Captain! what's on your mind?
Wang Zixu wanted to find an opportunity to talk to him.
Sitting aside, Ye Lan kicked him in the thigh with an underripe tomato: "Don't you consider disclosing your identity?"
It's amazing, and I don't know why, everyone is asking him to reveal his identity today.
Wang Zixu didn’t want to answer this question. But the serious answer will make "Fast and Furious" lose its luster.
Suddenly, the little prince possessed him, turned his head and looked deeply into her eyes and said:
"You don't have sweaty feet, do you?"
"Ah?" Ye Lan's face turned red for a moment, "Who has sweaty feet? You are the one with sweaty feet! You are an invincible stinky foot!"
After saying that, she quickly moved her nose and asked worriedly: "Is there a smell?"
"No, I heard that beautiful women generally have sweaty feet."< /p>
"Who did you listen to?"
Wang Zixu said: "Don't you think sweaty feet are a good attribute? I think sweaty feet are healthy and energetic, and very cute."
"Huh?" Ye Lan looked at him with a perverted look, and quietly hid his feet behind his buttocks.
"Really, Quentin is foot-controlling, and Jiang Wen is also foot-controlling, and they especially like to pat their feet. From the perspective of libidinal economics, perhaps foot-controlling triggers a certain mechanism that allows them to use this power to reproduce creativity.
"Think about it, a pair of beautiful feet, wearing white socks, lively and bouncing around. There is nothing visible on the outside, but they are actually sweaty on the inside. When you take off your socks, they become wet; when you step on the smooth floor, they leave a trail of footprints; they are slippery, soft, waxy, and fragrant. Don't you think it's very cute? "
"I think you are a pervert. ”
Ye Lanyan made a concise summary, jumped off the sofa barefoot, went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer, and came back with a red face.
"Do you want it?"
"No, I have to write a script later." Wang Zixu said, "By the way, why is the script called a 'script'? Does this mean there is some mysterious connection between creative inspiration and foot fetish?"
"Ah! Stop talking!" Ye Lan covered her ears, she felt like she was almost being brainwashed.
“Next time if there is a ‘Quentin Day’ or ‘Jiang Wen Day’, invite me to watch it together. Sooner or later you will agree with me.” Wang Zixu suggested.
Ye Lan picked up his legs and moved his toes flexibly in front of his eyes: "Why do you want to watch a foot control movie? This is not enough?"
"You can't do this. I think Uma Thurman and Zhou Yun's feet look cool."
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(End of chapter)