Chapter 202 Iron Moon (8600 words)

Chapter 202 Iron Moon (8600 words)

An Younan dragged a chair and moved to sit next to Wang Zixu. His knees almost touched his knees. He opened the contract and spread it on his lap:

"Considering that you might hear about my plan at the Ning Chun Banquet, After a while, I’ll keep it short. The contract format I’ll give you is based on Category A Internet Celebrity...”

When he heard the words “A-Class Internet Celebrity”, Wang Zixu’s face twitched, and An Younan caught the change in his expression and continued:

"...Refer to the standard contract of a type A Internet celebrity. Except for the live broadcast, it is consistent in other aspects. Then in terms of specific numbers, I decided to change it for you -"

She picked up a pen and crossed out the "5 million" in the "signing bonus" line of the contract and changed it to "6.5 million". Then, she changed the "200,000" in the "appearance fee" column to "260,000."

After finishing the correction, she capped the pen, raised her face, and stared into Wang Zixu's eyes: "I'll give you this number."

Sartre was with her again Then they started shouting: "Promise her! Promise her! Promise her!"

Wang Zixu ignored Sartre and said to An Younan: "I have a question."

"Excuse me."

"Why do you take the initiative to add money?"

An Younan smiled: "You have a better image than I thought, which is good for our brand image, so I will give you more money."

"What do you imagine my image to be like?"

"Like Ma Baoguo."

"So, you think my image is 30% better than Ma Baoguo?"

"Yes."

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful to Teacher Ma,” Wang Zixu said, “Although I am not a handsome guy, but 30% is a bit low, right?”

“Really? Do you think so? ”

“I think it must be at least 35%.”

An Younan finally couldn’t hold back and covered his mouth and laughed.

“In that case, let me mention it to you again.”

She opened the pen holder, giggled and changed the “260,000” on the contract to “265,000.”

After making the changes, she raised her face and looked into Wang Zixu’s eyes, and asked provocatively: "Is this reasonable?"

Of course An Younan was joking. After coming back to her senses just now, she could no longer hide the surprise in her eyes. She was actually quite satisfied with Wang Zixu's image.

It’s like when netizens meet and find that not only are the other person’s photos missing, but the person is also prettier than the photo. This is how she feels now.

Wang Zixu said: "It's a little more reasonable. Although I think it's vulgar to use money to measure appearance. But it is indeed a little more reasonable."

An Younan smiled again and narrowed his eyes. She said to him: "I didn't expect that we could still have a very congenial conversation. Since the timing is so good, how about we sign a contract of intent tonight?"

Sartre approached Wang Zixu from behind and whispered in his ear: "Is this the deal? I think she is quite sincere, so I agree. Isn't there an old saying in China? It's called 'Wait for price' Now the price is in place, what are you waiting for? "

Seeing that the prince was unmoved, Sartre was anxious: "Zuo Ziliang has already planned to sell the shares, why are you still hesitating? Why are you still talking about loyalty if you are not thinking about you? Hurry up and change your job! If you jump too late, your value will depreciate!"

Seeing that he was still hesitating, An Younan added: "Teacher Little Prince, the popularity will not last forever. Even the few celebrities who have become popular need to continue to buy hot searches and appear on programs, so that they can maintain themselves in people's memories.

"So far, you have only left a code name and a bunch of words to the audience. These are actually very easy to forget. Hurry up, it's best to sign the contract of intention tonight, maybe I will change my mind tomorrow. "

Finally, Wang Zixu spoke: "I can cooperate with you. But I have a condition. "

An Younan smiled: "Please speak. ”

"I will not sign a contract with you as a little prince." Wang Zixu said, "I will not sign a contract with you as an Internet celebrity."

An Younan's face changed, frowned, and closed On the contract in hand: "I can't understand this condition. What we want is the identity of the little prince. If you don't cooperate as the little prince, then why is there any need for cooperation?"

Wang Zixu said: "If I want to explain, I will cooperate with Qingyan in the same way as I cooperate with Wen Ai. What I do with Wen Ai, I will do with you."

An Younan sighed: "Teacher Little Prince, do you understand what I just said? The popularity needs to be maintained! The advantage of our Xunyi platform is that it is large enough and has enough channels, and it does not need to be limited to text.

"When you come to us, you have countless opportunities to appear in variety shows and popular searches. We also have professionals to help with marketing and promotion. We can turn you into a star and make your popularity even higher. I don't understand why you are unwilling."

Wang Zixu stared at her for a while and said, "Calm down first."

" I'm calm. "

"It's normal to have different opinions. The difference between me and you is that I think heat is cheap, but words themselves are precious."

"It seems that I can't convince you."

An Younan grasped the page of the contract with both hands: "I don't know if you have studied communication. Words are just symbols. The people are not so literary and artistic, and the only ones who can never forget words are energetic college students.

"When times change and the waves wash away, only one face can be remembered. Can you remember the faces of Tony Leung and Chow Yun-fat, and can you remember their lines? From a communication perspective, words are cheap! "

Wang Zixu said: "Chow Yun-fat acted in "Let the Bullets Fly", and I can remember all the lines in the movie. ”

“That’s because you have a good memory. ”

Wang Zixu said: "I'm just going to ask you a question. If you can answer it, I'll follow you."

"You ask."

“After Qingyan was acquired by Xunyi and has such a big platform, why can’t it be done by Wen Ai?”

An Younan was speechless for a moment.

After a while, she spoke and said: "That's because you haven't come yet. We Qingyan lack a core competitive advantage and a publicity point."

"No. What you are talking about is lack of high-quality content." Wang Zixu leaned over and said to her, "Wen Yan doesn't have any bullshit publicity points. The reputation of the little prince was spread by others, and I was just a writer from beginning to end."

An Younan was finally shaken and asked: "How did you do it in Wen Yan?"

"Write scripts. Two articles a day."

"That's it?"

"That's it." Wang Zixu said, "If there is anything else, it is that I have trained a few people to help me write scripts."

"I don't believe it." An Younan said.

“If you don’t believe it, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

The corners of An Younan’s eyebrows twitched twice. What Wang Zixu said was a standard scumbag sentence. Although the content had nothing to do with it, she still felt very angry.

“You are so popular, and you have published a very long article "Getting" on your own body, and you still write the script yourself? And write it every day? How is that possible!"

"It sounds unbelievable, but the fact is that there is nothing I can do about it."

Wang Zixu's expression was a bit gloating, but it didn't look fake, which made An Younan completely confused.

After thinking in silence for a long time, she finally bit her lip and said, "Okay, let's give it a try."

She stood up, went to the bookshelf, rummaged through a large pile of documents, and finally pulled out a stack of paper and placed it in front of Wang Zixu.

“This is the standard contract we provide to content creators, the one that charges based on the number of words. I will cross out all copyrights, and we only charge by the piece. Two scripts a day, right? I’ll give you one..."

She put the pen holder against her lips, thought for a while, and was a little unsure of the specific figure, so she asked: "How much money did you get from Wenwen?"

"I am Wenwen's shareholder."

This is more reasonable, An Younan is not surprised. She scratched her head and finally said: "Okay, then I will give you 10,000 per article, no less than 50 articles per month, no cap, of course, the quality must pass. Okay?"

"Pfft -"

Sartre, who was sitting behind Wang Zixu, spurted out.

10,000 per article. If calculated as two articles per day, it would be 600,000 per month. This is already more than Wang Zixu's salary plus share sharing combined, and there is no need to take risks.

This An Younan really doesn’t regard money as money!

An Younan added: "I will sign with you for one month first. If the effect is good, the contract can be renewed later. If there is no effect, then our cooperation will be over. What do you think?"

For Xunyi, this contract actually costs nothing. Compared to variety shows, hot searches, and marketing, the RMB 10,000 fee for a single article is not worth mentioning, which means it costs nothing.

It is a pure profit for her to poach the core roles of competitors at no cost. The only problem is that the other party is a shareholder, and there is a risk that the work will not be effective. But she feels the risk is manageable.

The prince nodded vaguely: "Okay."

Sartre finally breathed a sigh of relief.

An Younan made a few changes to the contract and said: "Okay, before we all regret it, let's sign a contract of intent first and solidify the opinions of both parties."

Wang Zixu said: "Let me take a look at the contract."

An Younan handed him the contract, and Wang Zixu flipped through it. An Younan also breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back comfortably in his chair.

“I don’t know if my decision is right or not. Strictly speaking, giving you this contract is beyond the scope of my responsibilities, but I have a little bit of power beyond the specifications in Xunyi. So I need you to give me some guarantee, otherwise it will be very troublesome to handle our internal affairs.”

While reading the contract, Wang Zixu asked: "Actually, I find it strange. Aren't you the image spokesperson of Xunyi? Why are you still responsible for such a large amount of money?"

An Younan raised his eyebrows: "Look down on me? Do you think I'm just a vase?"

"I don't mean that. I'm just curious about your identity. "

"No need to be curious."

"I am curious about the mystery of you, not you."< /p>

“That’s even more forbidden.” An Younan said with a smile, “I allow you to be curious about me, but digging into my mysteries is not allowed.”

Wang Zixu smiled softly and did not answer.

After turning the page, he asked: "How did you discuss it with Zuo Ziliang?"

An Younan was stunned: "Zuo Ziliang?"

"To be honest, I saw the agreement of intent signed by Zuo Ziliang and you. "Yes." Wang Zixu said while looking at the contract, "Is he going to sell Wen Ai?"

An Younan frowned slightly: "When will he sell Wen Ai?"

Zizixu raised his head suddenly: "No?"

"I don't know where you got your information, but as far as I know, there is none. If Zuo Ziliang is willing to sell Wen Ai, why should I have to deal with you so hard?"

After a pause, An Younan said: "However, we have met before, A gentleman's agreement has been reached between some leaders in the industry. He is just like you, very hard-tempered and stubborn. "

Wang Zixu felt a cold feeling behind his back and dropped the letter of intent in his hand.

He picked it up and then realized that he had completely misunderstood Zuo Ziliang.

He only thought of talking to An Younan because he thought Zuo Ziliang was going to sell the company. If Zuo Ziliang had not betrayed them, then this premise would not exist.

From the perspective of income, he can indeed earn more after changing jobs and have less risk, but he can't leave without talking to Zuo Ziliang anyway, which goes against his principles as a human being.

Wang Zixu returned the contract to her: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't sign the contract."

An Younan sat up straight and stared: "Why?"

"Zuo Ziliang didn't quit, and I shouldn't look for another job. I can't be so unloyal."

An Younan jumped up, clenched his fists, jumped up and danced like a child whose toys were confiscated: "I'm so angry!"

"I'm sorry." Wang Zixu said.

"Is there something wrong with you! All of them are like this! Waste of my time, waste of my feelings!"

For a giant like Xunyi, An Younan, the image spokesperson responsible for negotiations, is a little out of control at this time. Considering that she is 8 years younger than Wang Zixu, it is understandable.

But it must be said that Wang Zixu’s guilt at this time was sincere, and he said again: “I’m sorry.”

"What's the use of being sorry?" An Younan sat down with a cold face and said in a stiff tone, "Then it seems that you, like Zuo Ziliang, are determined to go against Xunyi?"

"That's right. As for Zuo Ziliang’s job scope, I said that I am just a writer. If he wants to compete with Xunyi, then all I have to consider is writing a script that can defeat Xunyi. ”

An Younan laughed angrily.

“Do you know the consequences of going against Xinyi?”

“Adults are responsible for their own choices.”

“Okay.”

An Younan put away all the contracts and tore them into pieces one by one.

"Then we have nothing to talk about. You can go. Remember to tell your shareholders when you go back to be prepared for a full-scale war with Xunyi." Xunyi Company has no history of leaving a way for competitors to survive. Even if An Younan doesn't say these harsh words, the two companies with completely overlapping tracks will still be in a desperate situation.

He was just a little dumbfounded - Shi Tonghe and An Younan, both sides have mansions, both are big shots who can't afford to offend, and both sides have offered perfect conditions.

But he had to refuse both sides.

No matter how you look at it, Wang Zixu is full of misfortunes.

He apologized to An Younan again, then turned around and prepared to go out.

“Stop.”

Wang Zixu turned around.

"It seems that the matter between us is not over yet?" An Younan's face was still cold, "I haven't settled it with you before when you went to the spa room to peek. For the sake of your little prince's cooperation with us, I am willing not to care. Now that you don't cooperate with me, do you want to run away?"

Wang Zixu turned around, walked towards her, and stretched out his hands.

An Younan asked: "What are you doing?!"

"Then it seems the only option is to arrest me." Wang Zixu said, "Please call the police."

"You think I dare not call the police, right? You think I am reluctant to let the little prince squat in there Right?"

"No, I'm serious." Wang Zixu said, "Looking at the current situation, I can't think of any solution other than going to jail."

An Younan stared at his eyes for a long time, and then laughed angrily.

“It won’t be as simple as letting you go to jail.”

She Da Ma Jin Dao lay down on the chair, raised her legs high, and said:

"Don't you know how to massage? Master Philosopher, come and finish the massage for me that I didn't finish last time."

Wang Zixu spread his hands in confusion.

“Come on?” An Younan patted her leg, “Weren’t you good at talking before? Now you’re pretending again?”

Wang Zixu couldn’t keep up with her out-of-the-box thoughts.

This woman has every thought possible.

"Come on, come on, I want to continue listening to you talk about poetry." An Younan patted the chair again, "The little prince boasted to me and refused my invitation. I can't test it yet? At least let me know what kind of opponent you are?"

An Younan’s reasons sound nice, but no matter how you look at it, the dark side of this little rich woman’s heart is exposed.

Wang Zixu asked: "If we do it, can our affairs be settled?"

"If you can satisfy me, then I will not hold you responsible, okay?"< /p>

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Wang Zixu sighed and walked behind her, but she swatted his hand away.

“Come here, come in front and press your feet.”

She used her feet to pull the low stool next to her, then hooked her fingers, took off the two pairs of socks, and threw them to the ground. They were as light as the sloughs of two small white snakes.

“Be careful, otherwise don’t blame me for kicking you.”

Wang Zixu squatted down.

An Younan has a pair of feet with very high arches. The soles of the feet are white, and the forefoot and heels are red. Because of the dry weather, the soles of the feet have some vertical and horizontal lines like palm prints, with very smooth edges. The toes were very long, and each toe was very distinct. From the gaps between the toes, he could see her eyes flashing coldly.

Facing these feet, Wang Zixu asked sincerely: "Then how should I talk about poetry?"

"Talking about poetry means talking about poetry, just like you did last time."

"Then let me talk about Li Bai."

So this foot was mercilessly refreshed on Wang Zixu's face.

"Of course what I want you to talk about is poetry that I don't know. Don't fool me like a child. Do you understand?"

Wang Zixu did not speak. His left eye was stepped on by her toes. Miss An could dig out his eyeball by gently bending her toes; the heel landed on his mouth; the nose in the middle was ravaged until it lost its shape. He didn't even want to breathe.

Fortunately, her feet were not sweaty, dry, not crusty, and did not hurt her face. If he could smell those sticky, slippery sweaty feet again, he would want to die.

“Nod?” An Younan said domineeringly.

He nodded.

Ms. An withdrew her foot.

Wang Zixu didn’t know how much Miss An read, and he couldn’t protest against this act of “killing without teaching”. He moved his hands up and said:

"Since you want to listen to poetry that you are not familiar with, let's start with foreign poets."

"Yeah." An Younan lay on the back of the chair and hummed.

“In addition to Adonis, I also like the Austrian poet Rilke.” Wang Zixu said, “He is one of the best poets in the West in the 20th century. His poems have a sculptural beauty, gentle, silent, intimate, and lonely. His language has broken through boundaries and touched the sky, like the sacred sound.

“‘Summer is at its peak. Place your shadow on the sundial and let the wind blow across the pasture. Let the last fruits on the branches be full; give them two more days of good weather in the south to urge them to ripen, and squeeze the last sweetness into strong wine. ’

“‘Whoever does not have a house at this time does not need to build it; whoever is lonely at this time will be lonely forever, so he wakes up, reads, writes long letters, and wanders on the tree-lined road without stopping, while the fallen leaves are flying.'"

Wang Zixu placed his thumbs on the soles of the feet, first gently rubbed them, then slowly applied force, feeling the stiffness of the owner of the feet, then relaxed, and then rubbed the Yongquan point with even force.

"Rilke liked roses. He wrote that roses are like eyes, 'the rose that stares, blooms and then withers.'"

"One day in 1929, a friend went to visit Rilke. He went to the garden to pick a white rose and gave it to his friend. His finger was pricked by the thorn of the rose, and the wound became infected until he died. One of the greatest poets of the 20th century died of a white rose. "

An Younan raised his head: "Really? "

"Really. ”

“It’s just like the plot of a novel.” Miss An commented.

"Yes," Wang Zixu said, "Do you know Zweig? Zweig who wrote "When the Human Stars Shine". He is familiar with Rilke. He commented that Rilke is a pure poet."

"What is a pure poet? ? "

"A pure poet lives to write poetry, to write better poems and write better poems.

"He has a pair of famous blue eyes like roses, so Zweig recognized him from the first meeting. Those deep, bright, and pure eyes were closed like blooming roses. His epitaph reads:

"'Rose, ah, pure contradiction, is willing to sleep under so many eyelids like no one has ever done before.'"

"Hmm."

Miss An snorted softly. I don’t know if she is satisfied with this poem and story. In any case, Wang Zixu is going to tell the next paragraph.

"It is a pity that Rilke did not win the Nobel Prize for Literature like Yeats and Eliot. They are both great poets. Because of this, Rilke is not as famous as the other two.

"There is also a South American poet who almost did not win the Nobel Prize for Literature, Neruda. I will talk about him next. ”

"Okay!" Sartre behind Wang Zixu applauded.

An Younan said: "If you get it, you get it. If you don't get it, you don't get it. What do you mean by almost not getting it?"

"Don't worry, I will talk about it next. The eternal meaning of Neruda's poems The constant theme is love and revolution. As Mr. Wen Yiduo said, the poet’s most important talent is love, love for his country and his people.

“His love poems are also very touching. Even though it has been translated and lost many language elements, it can still touch the heart. Watching it makes me want to fall in love.

“I like that you are silent, as if you are far away.

“You listen to me from a distance, my voice cannot touch you.

“It’s like a kiss, sealing your mouth.

“As all things fill my soul,”

“You emerge from all things and fill my soul.

“I like you to be silent, as if you are far away.

“You hear me from a distance, but my voice cannot touch you.

“Let me be silent in your silence. And let me use your silence to speak to you.

“Your silence is as bright as a lamp, as simple as a ring,

“You are like the night, with loneliness and stars.

“Your silence is the silence of the stars, distant and bright. ”

Even though there was heating in the room, An Younan’s feet began to feel slightly cold. The prince thought, in this case, why bother taking off his socks. Fortunately, they don’t stink.

He will Covering it with your palms as much as possible, your hands feel the coldness of your feet, and your feet feel the warmth of your hands.

An Younan let the aftertaste of the poem echo in the air for two bars, and then slowly said: "Do all men like women to shut up? Tired of hearing people talking? ”

“It can also be understood in this way. ”

"You think women are not annoying anymore? My dad is really annoying to my mom, and my mom is also annoying to my dad, and she always complains to me behind my back. My dad doesn't say anything to me. He also writes poetry."

"You have a very happy family."

"Where are you from? Sounds like happiness? ”

“It sounds very happy to me. My parents have been divorced since I was a child, and I don’t see my mother very much.”

“…You haven’t said why Neruda almost didn’t win the Nobel Prize for Literature.”

Wang Zixu said: "Neruda was a genius. He published his famous work "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair" at the age of 19. But he never won the award. In 1964, Sartre won the Nobel Prize for Literature, but he refused to accept it..."

Having said that, Prince Sartre, who was behind the virtual cover, covered his eyes: "Oh! No!"

"One of the reasons why he refused to accept the Nobel Prize was that Neruda did not win the prize. This made Sartre, a left-winger, suspect that the Nobel Prize was going in the wrong direction. This matter caused an uproar, and people are still discussing it to this day.

“Just three years after Sartre refused to accept the award, in 1971, I don’t know whether Sartre’s protest had an effect or because Neruda’s friend Allende came to power and was elected president of Chile in 1970. Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature. ”

An Younan’s expression showed a hint of understanding, and said: “So, he still won the prize, and Sartre was in vain.”

"No." Wang Zixu said, "Later, after the historical documents were lifted, people discovered that Neruda had been nominated for the Nobel Prize many times, but because of his political leanings, he was rejected many times. Because he is the Communist Party of Chile."

"Oh -" An Younan raised his head, "There is something wrong with the Nobel Prize."

Wang Zixu was noncommittal: "The reason I said 'almost didn't win' is because, just two years after he won the award, Pinochet launched a military coup, Allende's government collapsed, and as Allende's friend, Neruda died mysteriously."

An Younan was silent.

“As for Allende, you can watch John Khan Jr.’s video about Chile.”

An Younan yawned.

“Okay, I understand. Next, let’s talk about something domestic.”

Wang Zixu felt like she was a foot rub girl in "One Thousand and One Nights", and An Younan was the king who told her a story every day.

"The top modern poets in China are, of course, Beidao, Gucheng, Haizi, etc., and the newly famous one alive now is Yu Xiuhua. But what I want to tell you is a little-known poet, Xu Lizhi.

"Xu Lizhi is an assembly line worker in Futukang. He only has one collection of poems, "Iron Moon", and his poems are full of despair. ‘I swallowed a moon made of iron, they call it a screw’. This real cruelty leaves people speechless. "

Wang Zixu changed the shape of his hands, touching the soles of his feet with the thicker part of his palm below the tiger's mouth, and reaching out with his thumb to push forward. The instep of his feet was smooth, and the toes changed their formation under the force of his hands, like a series of beating notes.

“‘I talk about blood out of helplessness. I also want to talk about the romance, the history of the previous dynasty, and the poetry in the wine. But the reality is that I can only talk about blood.’

“‘Blood comes from a matchbox-like rental house. This place is narrow, cramped, and never sees the light of day all year round. Squeezing working girls and working girls, lost women and long-distance husbands, and me who was running around for life during the day and writing poems with my eyes open at night. ’

“Perhaps he has not explored the boundaries of language art, but what is shocking is the harsh reality of bloody flesh and blood. When I knew this poet, he was already dead. He died of falling from a building, possibly committing suicide. Now nearly 10 years have passed. The reality may be a little better, or it may not be.”

The sound of even and subtle breathing came from the seat. Wang Zixu slowly stood up. An Younan had fallen asleep, with his head hanging on his chest.

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly. The powers that be are always prone to sleeping when it comes to the bottom. He tiptoed and gently covered her with a blanket. Then slowly go out.

Go out and close the door. As soon as he turned around, he met Duan Xiaosang with twinkling eyes.

“Where is Xiaonan?”

Wang Zixu pointed to the door and said, “She is asleep.”

Duan Xiaosang didn’t believe it. She walked into the room and took a look, then came out, her eyes getting even weirder.

"What on earth did you talk about?"

Wang Zixu glanced at his watch. More than half an hour had passed. A man and a woman alone stayed in a room for more than half an hour. Only one man came out and the woman fell asleep...

No matter how you think about it from any angle, it is very suspicious. Extremely suspicious. It was like a snake swimming slowly with a blood-red apple in its mouth.

But Wang Zixu didn’t want to explain. He only said: "We talked about poetry."

"Poem??"

Wang Zixu said: "It's time for me to say goodbye."

Duan Xiaosang could only let him go.

When Wang Zixu walked to the door, she walked up and said, "Let's exchange contact information."

"Okay."

"You are Xiaonan's friend, and that is also my friend. If you have any questions about copyright management in the future, you can ask me."

“Okay.”

“I think you and Xiaonan are very compatible. You two give me a sense of similarity.”

“Huh?”

Wang Zixu felt that she felt completely unreasonable. In his heart, An Younan is like a big Ye Lan.

Duan Xiaosang blinked at him: "You both have a very similar spirit. I can't tell you exactly what it is, but it's really similar."

After bidding farewell to Duan Xiaosang, Wang Zixu went downstairs and found the driver, who sent him home. Standing at the gate of the community, he felt like he was in another world.

Looking back at the night sky, the moon is like a hook in the sky, dim and light. I wonder if it is made of iron.

Same as the moon, Du Fu didn’t write as many moons as Li Bai was famous for.

How many moons does Du Fu have? "The stars hang down on the plains and the fields are vast, and the moon surges across the river." "The clouds and the sky are far away together, and the moon is alone in the eternal night." There are also "The dew is white from this night, and the moon is bright in my hometown."

Is there any more? Hmm... Does "the war rages for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold"?

Wang Zixu sneered. Laugh at yourself.

Go upstairs. go home.

Li Bai has Li Bai’s moon, and Du Fu has Du Fu’s moon. Fortunately, Xu Lizhi also has his own moon. Even though it's made of iron.

From a literary perspective, Xu Lizhi can stand shoulder to shoulder with any great poet at this time. He will remember him. This is what literature is all about. To care about literature is to care about human beings.

When he entered the living room, he found that the TV was still shining dimly and there was no sound. When he approached the sofa, he saw that Ye Lan was already asleep.

Possibly because of the cold, she curled up on the sofa, her slender legs in black leggings folded in front of her chest, and her feet were bare.

Although Wang Zixu just thought harshly that An Younan was a luxurious version of Ye Lan, Ye Lan was not a beggar version of An Younan. No matter how you look at it, she is cuter.

Except for the feet. Ye Lan is too tall and has big feet. An Younan's feet are smaller. He doesn't like small feet. From a purely aesthetic point of view, An Younan's little feet with elegant arches are beautiful. Like a delicate porcelain dove.

Wang Zixu struggled to pick her up, put her back on the bed in her own bedroom, and covered her with a quilt. I turned off the TV in the living room again. Ye Lan was not woken up the whole time.

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