Chapter 201 I use my damaged palm

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Mengyin said: "It's me, Teacher Shi. Wang Zixu has already visited you, right?"

"Oh, he has been here."

"Well... what is his purpose in looking for you?"

Shi Tonghe said with a bitter smile: "His manuscript was rejected by "The Ancient City", and he came to me to accuse me! "

"Huh? Why is he like this? He didn't say he wanted to cause trouble when he came to me! I really don't know... He didn't make it unpleasant?"

Xiao Mengyin’s tone was full of regret and remorse. Just listening to her tone, one could imagine how heartbroken she felt at this time.

“It’s okay, I don’t blame him.” Shi Tonghe said.

"I apologize to you on his behalf." Xiao Mengyin said solemnly, "He is a bit stunned, and his mind is very simple. To put it nicely, he only thinks about literature and not care about anything else. To put it worst, he is just a little crazy. But he really doesn't have any bad intentions. He didn't say anything particularly excessive to you. Right?"

"It's nothing special. He just wants me to apologize to him." "Uh..." Xiao Mengyin slapped her face, "How dare he!"

"It's okay, Xiao Xiao, I don't blame him," Shi Tonghe repeated again, changing the topic, "Thank you for helping me brush up "Yesterday's Star". I read it again today. Some parts are really well written. When I asked him, you helped me change it."

"It should be right, he has a high understanding..."

"That's right. Recently, he suddenly had a whim and felt that "Yesterday Star" was not enough to express all his thoughts, so he wanted to write a sequel to this book. "Really?"

Xiao Mengyin was surprised: "You mean, although "Yesterday's Star" has been shortlisted for Feishi, he will write a sequel, and together with the sequel, as a whole, submit to Feishi?"

"Well, that's what I mean, you have a high understanding ability." Shi Tonghe said, "He wants to write a trilogy."

Xiao Mengyin thought for a while and said: "This is really... unprecedented, and I don't know much about it. I think if you take action and talk to them, you won't disagree... However, you must pay attention to their deadline for submission."

"How long until the deadline for submission?"

"There are less than two weeks left. If the deadline is exceeded, this matter may be a little difficult."

Shi Tonghe said: "That's okay, just let him write it before the deadline, isn't it? He has actually completed part of it."

“Then, if I polish it again, I don’t have enough time, maybe...”

“I won’t bother you this time, why can’t I bother you every time. Okay, I just want to know about this, since you said it, then I know it.”

After hanging up the phone, Shi Tonghe turned his face pleasantly: "Xiao Liang, we may be a little pressed for time, so please stay a little longer. I have to stay up a few nights, so I have to work harder on you."

Xiao Liang said again: "It's okay, Teacher Shi, you usually take good care of me, and I want to find an opportunity to help you. I am also honored to be able to help the teacher with his creation."

Shi Tonghe picked up the pen and started correcting the manuscript. He smiled and said: "I haven't written anything in many years. If my son didn't insist on helping me to correct it... Having said that, my current level may not be better than him."

Shi Tonghe glanced at her: "I won't go out, so I can help my son correct his composition."

After saying that, his expression became serious, and without saying a word, he wrote a few lines of words on the manuscript paper.

Xiao Liang secretly took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen, turned the volume to the lowest level, and started to reply to his boyfriend's message.

The room was so quiet that the only sound was the rustle of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Half an hour later, Shi Tonghe finally put down his pen, rubbed his sore fingers, and called: "Xiao Liang."

Xiao Liang stood up and came over to take the manuscript paper. Shi Tonghe said: "You type a paragraph first, and I will continue to modify it later."

Xiao Liang nodded, took the manuscript and went to the computer, rubbed his hands and started typing on the keyboard.

There was a sporadic "click" sound in the room. Xiao Liang typed a few lines and said sincerely: "Teacher Shi, you wrote so well!" Xiaoliang was very excited, "Just reading the beginning, I felt that this must be a good work. The writing is so high-quality."

"Then I would like to thank you for Shuqiu."

Shi Tonghe picked up the manuscript paper and read the previous text from the beginning. As he read, his eyes began to blur.

He took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes.

As I get older, this broken body is not as easy to use as it used to be.

These turbid eyeballs are always filled with flying mosquitoes like gray willow cotton. The slightest movement will sway in front of his eyes, allowing him to string together words. He had to write the handwriting in a very large size so that he could read it clearly.

Not only the eyes, but also the brain are not working well. Writing consumes another kind of mental energy. It has become dull after not using it for many years. Now it is like a rusty machine. It feels very frustrating when running. The bells make random noises and black smoke is emitted. I feel sleepy before I can write more than two lines of words.

Even the calluses on my fingers have softened. He once wrote millions of words with his hand, which created thick and hard calluses. He trained his fingers to the point where they seemed to be born to hold a pen. Now that they are delicate, their hands no longer feel like his own.

Shi Tonghe looked up at the ceiling, and his eyes were blurry again. This time it's not the eyeballs that are useless, it's the tears that are causing trouble.

No matter how old you are, you still stay up late writing. When I was young, I had a pot of tea late at night by myself, and how many times did I swear that I would never write again after becoming famous?

I didn’t expect that at such an old age, I have to meet the deadline to submit the manuscript and relive the old years. I can’t say that I wrote it for myself.

My son was also unworthy and couldn’t bear to sit with him, otherwise he would ask Shi Shuqiu to help him copy the manuscript. Now I have to ask the young people from the literary association to help. Fortunately, he is his own student, he is reliable and has a strict mouth, but he still has to keep it a secret.

…A few minutes later, Shi Tonghe returned to the table and continued writing.

He has no right to complain, he made his own choice.

It was my choice to pick up the pen, and it was my choice to expand it into a trilogy. At this age, I suddenly turned around and wanted to write another Chinese version of "One Hundred Years of Solitude", which was also my choice.

I already have a reputation and money, but I end up fighting against a young man, which makes me lose face.

But he had to do this.

The reason why he makes connections, entertains guests, and makes friends with people from all walks of life is because he is the chairman of the Literary Association, a leading figure in the literary world, and because he is a father.

But there is no other reason for picking up the pen again, just because he is a writer. A person who writes.

Thinking of what Xiao Mengyin said just now - "He is... to put it harshly, he is a bit crazy." Shi Tonghe sneered.

When Xiao Mengyin called, it seemed as if he had distanced himself from the relationship. In fact, his intention to protect Wang Zixu was quite obvious, so he could not fail to hear it.

She said she didn’t know in advance that Wang Zixu was looking for trouble, but Shi Tonghe didn’t believe it at all. Xiao Mengyin is such a smooth person, and he will definitely not help lead easily without asking clearly about his intentions. Her handling of interpersonal matters is as superb as her creative abilities.

But such a person would actually speak to excuse Wang Zixu, which surprised Shi Tonghe.

Wang Zixu must have some magic power to attract people like Chen Qingluo, Ning Chunyan, and Xiao Mengyin to help him.

But what Xiao Mengyin said was meaningless to Shi Tonghe.

Which person who writes is not a little crazy?

Back then, I competed with Shi Tonghe, each writing short and long stories, fighting for headlines and seats. Genius writers, famous people, and talented people were as vast as a crucian carp crossing a river.

How are you now?

He was the only one left, the literary world was lonely, and it felt cold at high places.

Many years have passed, hormone levels have subsided, metabolism has decreased, and desires have gradually been exhausted over the years...

But his name is still Shi Tonghe.

Perhaps no one will know that the writer who dominated the literary world decades ago is back.

But the obstacles that stand in front of you will make you feel the regret of those who were defeated decades ago.

…

“Because I am the little prince.”

After Wang Zixu said these words, he sat on the windowsill, as if he had finally removed the shackles he had carried for many years.

No one in the room spoke, even the noisiest Sartre was silent, leaving only the ticking of the clock hand.

After a long time, An Younan spoke: "You are the little prince."

She repeated his words.

Wang Zi nodded: "Yes."

"Then I am Qin Shihuang." An Younan said in a hurried tone, "There must be a limit to nonsense. Don't you still treat me as a fool?"

Wang Zixu said: "It doesn't matter whether you are Qin Shi Huang or Emperor Wu of Han. I am a little prince and it doesn't matter. Shaking. Just like the Leilei Highlands of Bailuyuan, it is a fait accompli that has been footnoteed by the years. Neither you nor I can change it. All we can do is accept it."

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“…”

An Younan discovered something.

She found that the temperament of the man in front of her had changed.

He was originally—or should have been—a slippery middle-aged man. Now he has a confidence that he shouldn't have.

Judging from his clothing, this person’s deposit does not exceed 200,000. He walks on thin ice when facing himself, just like his car running parallel to hers on the road. Turning the steering wheel 30 degrees may be the price of changing the level of his life.

But he openly called himself a technician and talked about philosophy in front of her, who was completely naked. She admitted that she was deceived by him for a moment. She lay in the spa room and thought about the conversation for a while, and it was only an hour later that she shouted that she had been deceived.

The moment she figured out the identity of the suspect, she was as shocked as she is now. Maybe it was more shocking at the time. When the veil was lifted from the seemingly honest man in front of him, he turned out to be a man who read Hegel and Adonis and rubbed his shoulders in the same way as kneading dough. It overlapped with the impression of the little prince, and it was not so sudden.

"But how can you be the little prince?" An Younan said, "If you are the little prince, then why are you pursuing a Fei Shi Literature Award? You can easily make double the money."

"This has nothing to do with money," Wang Zixu clasped his hands, "I care about things other than money."

"Haha, only rich people are qualified to say this." An Younan looked at him coldly, "People wearing cheap casual suits will only laugh when they say such things."

After saying that, An Younan overturned his feeling for a moment, nodded, and said to himself: "Yes, you can't be the little prince."

“What kind of person is the little prince in your mind?”

“At least he is a person who is not short of money.”

“Do you think I am short of money?”

“Are you sure you want to hear my thoughts?”

Wang Zixu jumped off the window sill, walked to An Younan, walked around her twice with his hands behind his back, and finally stood in front of her.

An Younan looked at him without blinking, as if he was competing to see who would give in first.

“Do you know how much this cheap suit of mine costs?” Wang Zixu asked.

An Younan rolled his eyes: "How do I know? I am not sensitive to the price of consumer goods below 10,000 yuan."

Wang Zixu stretched out his hand and pinched her woolen collar. An Younan blinked twice in fright.

Normally, this behavior would be considered a serious intrusion into her private domain, but An Younan just took a step back and turned her head slightly.

“What brand is your dress?”

“Brunello Cucinelli," An Younan blurted out in standard Italian, "Don't ask me the price, I never look at the price when buying clothes." "Very well, you see, we don't know how much the clothes on the other person cost, in the sense of consumerism, the two clothes arrive at the same end, just like in this room. If you and I forget all our identities, we are just a man and a woman. No matter how expensive it is, it means nothing to me. It only means something to me when you take it off."

An Younan's face turned slightly red: "But it means something to me."

“What’s the point?”

“It will make me more confident.”

“Are you not confident about your body?”

“How could it be?”

"Then why do you need a piece of clothing to increase your confidence?"

"You are sophistry."

Wang Zixu threw away her collar, returned to the chair and sat down, folded her hands, and crossed her legs:

"This is not sophistry, because I don't need expensive clothes to give me confidence. In my eyes, there is no functional difference between an expensive clothes and a cheap clothes, so I don't need so much money."

An Younan raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "But there is a difference in the eyes of others, and the difference Very big. ”

“Why should I care about other people’s eyes?”

“Everyone must live in other people’s eyes.”

“Because I am a little prince.

Because he is a little prince, he doesn’t need to care about other people’s eyes. On the contrary, it was An Younan who needed to pay attention to the little prince's eyes. Who made her want to find the little prince?

An Younan felt a little frustrated. She rarely lost to others verbally, so she felt a little unhappy. She thought for a moment, then smiled, spread her hands and said:

"Because you don't care about money, you are a little prince, and because you are a little prince, you don't care about money. You are making a circular argument. I will say you are sophistry."

The little prince said: "She is too arrogant, her self-confidence must be destroyed."

Sartre said: "Hey, she is just a little girl, why are you so mean?"

"Only by defeating her self-confidence can we control the flow of the conversation."

Wang Zixu closed his eyes, then opened them again: "What are you pursuing?"