Chapter 212 The only choice is no choice
Wang Zixu was scanning shared bicycles when he realized that An Younan had not paid for speech therapy.
A dialog box popped up on the page, telling him that it would be more cost-effective to recharge as a member (a fart deal). He dismissed it and then inexplicably remembered that An Younan claimed that he would receive a thousand yuan an hour of speech therapy, but in fact he did not pay a penny.
I drank two bottles of wine worth more than 10,000 yuan.
He pushed the car thoughtfully and planned to leave. There was a "Kara" sound near his thigh. When he looked down, he saw a solid iron chain crossing the spokes, announcing to him that the bus had been used for private use.
He was a little unbelievable for a moment, and subconsciously turned around to confirm the "Fuxing Shangpin" community in the night.
The tall building is towering, the sightseeing elevator reflects the moonlight under the neon lights, and the black silhouette of the beautiful buildings dominates the entire field of vision.
He confirmed that Fuxing Shangpin was because he thought such a shameless thing could not happen in a place like this.
Who would have thought that, just across the street from the most luxurious community in the city, and from the feet of a rich woman who spends more than RMB 10,000 on a bottle of foreign wine, there would be someone so embarrassed that they would kidnap a shared bicycle. But this happened.
So he couldn't help but sigh: The huge gap is like a ravine in the world, lying in front of everyone. It is not clear-cut, and even intertwined.
Fortunately, you don’t need to pay if you scan the code for no more than 15 minutes. Wang Zixu returned the car, put on his coat and walked down the street, his anger quickly dissipated.
There is still a little anger about the shared bicycle being locked, but An Younan’s anger about ordering speech therapy but not paying for it has completely disappeared.
To be honest, he himself didn’t care much about An Younan. Instead, he got a wonderful first-person account of the history of Xiao San’s rise to power.
He has already begun to think about turning this experience into novel material. Speaking of which, he should pay An Younan for the materials.
The streets were very quiet at night. Except for the lonely footsteps of the prince, there was only a tall Sartre with little hair following him.
"Your seminar on "Fire in the Stone" will be held tomorrow... No, it should be today, it is already early in the morning." Sartre said, "Do you have a headache?"
Wang Zixu had a headache, but it was not because of the seminar at first. When Sartre mentioned it, he had a headache even more, and he exerted all his strength. Rubbing his forehead, he said: "Stop talking, just let me have a good sleep."
Sartre said: "So I say you are a bit naughty. Driver An Younan is off work, there is no car at this time, and your mobile phone is almost out of battery. She even wore nice stockings. If she keeps you, you can keep her."
Sartre’s words were inconsistent with each other, but in the end he added something that sounded inexplicably reasonable:
“If you can make her happy, even if it’s tomorrow’s stone Tonghe and Shen Qingfeng join hands to make up bad words about you and sing them, so you are not afraid."
Hugging the rich woman's silk stocking thighs is indeed a way out of the current predicament, but Wang Zixu shook his head.
Sartre said: "What are you dissatisfied with her about? Isn't she good-looking enough?"
An Younan is very good-looking. Her legs were long, her breasts were beautifully shaped, and her waist curve was as gorgeous and alluring as her house. Even Wang Zixu, who hated her, had to admit that this guy was really an outstanding sexy creature.
Sartre asked again: "Are you waiting for Chen Qingluo?"
Wang Zixu was still as silent as a star.
Chen Qingluo is still writing in retreat. He was vaguely excited and had strong expectations for her new work.
But even if she writes great works, what does it have to do with him?
They are two people after all. Wang Zixu is Wang Zixu, and Chen Qingluo is Chen Qingluo.
What’s more, what position does he have to wait for her? How could he be so confident that she needed him to wait?
Sartre said: "Then you must have already thought about what to do tomorrow, right?"
Wang Zixu finally opened his thirsty mouth and said: "I understand."
"What are you going to do?"
"What I want to understand is," Wang Zixu said, "my only choice is that I have no choice."
Sartre tilted his head: "What have you thought about?"
“It’s not that you’ve thought about it, but that you’ve understood it. This is different. Once you’ve understood it, you have a clear idea.” The prince smiled faintly, “There is no internal friction.”
"Can we get through this difficult time without internal friction?"
"I don't know." Wang Zixu said, "If there is no internal friction, then there is no internal friction. Let nature take its course."
Sartre put his finger to his lips, noncommittal about the answer.
"It has been half a year since I came to the East China Sea," Wang Zixu said, "Do you still remember what we have experienced?"
Sartre thought thoughtfully: "A great writer who plans for his son Daoliang, a noble woman who is the daughter of a mistress, and a cold female author who knows what is going to happen."
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“That’s not all.” Wang Zixu said with some emotion, “NTU students look down on me, but they are crazy about the little prince;
“The editor of "Ancient City" suppressed my manuscript, and "Yangtze River" also rejected my manuscript;
“Nowadays, literary and artistic people from all walks of life are criticizing my hard-earned works, and they are sharpening their knives, waiting to attack me at today’s seminar.
“This city of Donghai is so realistic. An unknown author like me has no dignity at all. Not only do I have no dignity, my works also have no future. "
Sartre put his hands behind his back and pursed his lips: "I have also discovered that Chinese tradition emphasizes the internalization of social norms. In a society with a differential order, individuals transfer their dignity through face games to maintain relationship capital. People like you will certainly feel tortured. "
"Speak in human terms. ”
"You don't know how to flatter." Sartre said, "They like submissive people. You don't know how to flatter, of course it will be painful."
The prince turned around. Looking ahead: "Yeah, after all, it's still fire in stone. Fame and wealth are vain, and hard work is in vain."
"Do you miss Xihe?"
Wang Zixu shook his head: "How could it be? It's just that when I was in Xihe, I had some illusions about the East China Sea."
"Disappointed?"
"A little, but it doesn't matter, I live more comfortably now. Because I am not good at getting along well with the city."
Sartre pursed his lips and smiled, taking out his pipe from his arms: "Are you talking about finally sweeping out a shared bicycle and finding it kidnapped?"
"Including But not limited to that.” Wang Zixu said, “I am more accustomed to living in a posture of resistance.” Professor Zhong said that the line of the god of literature is a straight line, and you have to approach it.
So what if he approaches it?
Professor Zhong did not answer this question, but just stared at him.
His eyes said: Then you are invincible.
Wang Zixu walked down the deserted street. It was cool after the rain, the water turned into ice, and the buildings were reflected in the sky, leaning towards him.
…
Early morning. NTU.
The weather forecast said that visibility will be 50 meters today. Walking through the campus, a figure occasionally emerged from the white mist, holding steaming steamed buns.
There was also a layer of mist in the study window. The bald branches of the sycamore tree were shaking in the cold wind. He Yang Yuxiao huddled in a cashmere scarf and counted the fallen leaves.
She was not the only one squatting at the door of the study room. The students at NTU who usually looked up to the sky and shouted "Tian Wenjing, I'm going to school early in the morning" were now huddled in their down jackets, squatting like a row of potatoes by the flower bed, obediently waiting for the bookstore to open.
If today is a special day, it is the day when the new issue of "New Rewards" is released.
The news that Little Prince is about to release a new work was revealed through unknown channels, and it has already spread all over the city.
She originally scoffed: How long did it take for the Little Prince's "Missing Kong Zhan" to be written? Inspiration always takes time to brew, right? Even if the little prince is an out-and-out genius, it’s impossible for him to produce such crazy works and still have them all be famous, right?
She originally planned to play it first this time, but as the release of "New Award" is approaching, the discussion atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, and some social media are adding fuel to the fire. A simple title "The theme of Little Prince's new work is actually..." can deceive 300,000 interactions. When you click on it, there is no content. Only readers who don't know the truth are cursing, thinking that Little Prince's new work has been released in advance.
So He Yang Yuxiao felt shamefully moved. Even if it’s not for your own curiosity, even if it’s just to be a social media sensation for a few seconds, it’s worth snapping up the first batch of magazines.
Based on her last experience, she had gotten up early in the morning without saying a word and came to stay. Unexpectedly, there were many people who had the same idea as her.
She even heard that the magazine order quantity in the inner library of Nanda was too low, and some people had already gone to the book store in Qingshan Square, but according to the news there, there were more people staying in Qingshan Square!
He Yang Yuxiao let out a breath of white air and then waited boredly.
When she counted the eighth fallen leaf, the crowd became commotion. She had a premonition of something, parted the fog and followed the crowd forward, her pace gradually speeding up.
She heard the rolling shutter door of the study room slam open, heard the students shouting one after another, and finally heard the store manager’s voice:
“The book hasn’t been delivered yet! Whatever you want to buy, I want to read it too, just wait!”
A girl said: "Didn't you agree that it will be released today?"
The store owner said: "Do you think it is a game? It will be automatically refreshed as soon as time passes. I also have to wait for others to deliver the goods!"
There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one by one!
“Will it be delivered today?”
The boss became impatient: “Yes, yes.”
“Really "Yes?"
"Yes!"
In the mist, a figure with long pink hair appeared. He Yang Yuxiao turned around and met his classmate Ye Zhihan.
Her heart tightened: "Why are you here?"
Ye Zhihan smiled: "Aren't you here too? What are you doing here? Don't you know very well?"
He Yang Yuxiao decided on the third day of coming to this class that she did not like Ye Zhihan.
Everyone thinks Ye Zhihan is a literary girl. On Weibo, she is even a literary blogger. But from He Yang Yuxiao's perspective, Ye Zhihan is just a person who likes to be arty.
She is not artistic, and her favorite genre is always the recent hot topic of Cai Ya. Her reading thoughts are always composed of a few high-profile comments and photos of her beauty life.
Just like the little prince. She read The Little Prince just because The Little Prince was popular. If it were someone else who was popular, she would read something else. She didn't like the little prince from the bottom of her heart.
So He Yang Yuxiao is a little hostile to her.
More importantly, as an arty pseudo-literary blogger, she will compete with her for the "New Award".
"This time, don't buy 20 copies of it like last time, and then use it as a gift on Weibo. Don't you think it's very cheap?"
Ye Zhihan smiled: "I think the point is not the price, but the content. I never care about the price when I look at works."
He Yang Yuxiao pouted: "Then you gave away all the gifts for the last lottery?"
"It's gone in seconds, and it has gained more than 2,000 followers. ”
He Yang Yuxiao was gnashing her teeth when the three-wheeled freight truck not far away made a clear ringing sound. She and Ye Zhihan put aside their grudges and jumped out at the same time.
“Boss, I want two copies of “New Rewards”!”
“Boss! I want 50 copies of “New Rewards”!”
< br>The scene was a bit chaotic for a moment, as if they were crossing the river in white clothes. When they arrived at the city, Lu Meng's troops shouted together. Fortunately, the glass door of the bookstore was strong enough, and it might have been broken through just now.
Thanks to the wise boss’s purchase restriction measures, each person was limited to one copy. Ye Zhihan’s request to buy 50 copies was flatly rejected, and this time she gritted her teeth. He Yang Yuxiao smiled contemptuously, turned back to open the magazine, and couldn't wait to read it on the spot.
There was no place in the bookstore, so she squatted directly in front of the bush at the door of the bookstore. Normally, she would feel a bit ashamed, but firstly, the morning mist gave people a sense of security, which made her even less ashamed. Secondly, she was not the only one who did this.
"Here I go, the little prince is writing about his true experience this time, and he is finally willing to expose himself!"
"Where is it?...What are you talking about? It's shocking to me, do you know what first-person writing is?"
"What's going on with the "New Awards" this time? Not only are there new works by Little Prince, but Xiao Mengyin's new works are also on the list!"
"The small society is also getting better, and they can all invite Xiao Mengyin's manuscripts. Son."
...
There were whispers in her ears, mostly stupid words, but He Yang Yuxiao didn't mind. She was already immersed in the story.
She was so immersed that she fell into isolation. When she read, she seemed to be spiritually close to the little prince through these symbols, wandering in his cerebral cortex.
She reads, eagerly and even greedily. She wanted to lick every line and every word with her eyes. These characters had an inherent wild tension, as if every word was ravaging her.
She wanted to raise her head and take a breath, but the story in her hands was too exciting, like a pair of big hands holding her face, hooking her eyes, and then clamping her waist to prevent her from thinking about anything else, dragging her into the rapid and deep eddy like a water ghost.
After reading the last word, she sighed with satisfaction, closed the book, sat on the flower bed, and looked up at the sky.
She didn’t want to do anything, she didn’t want to think about anything, she just wanted to sit blankly, recalling the emotions just now.
Genius. The little prince is definitely a genius.
She wanted to find someone to talk to about this story, but looking around, no one knew her except Ye Zhihan who was busy posting on Weibo. Then she felt deeply lonely again.
At this moment, a familiar figure walked towards the bookstore.
"Boss, are there any left of "New Reward"?"
"No, it's sold out instantly."
"Oh, let's get a copy of "Get"."
He Yang Yuxiao picked up the book and ran towards the figure.
"Du Kezhu! You are late. If you want to read it, I can lend you my magazine for a class. I just finished reading it."
The innocent poet looked calm. After scanning the QR code to pay, he turned to look at her and said, "Thank you. But I already have the reading book for the next class. You can lend it to me when you go back to the dormitory."
She raised the "Get" in her hand and waved it in the air. Only then did He Yang Yuxiao realize that the new issue of "Get" was also on sale today. As a student of the literature department, she didn't think of it, which was a bit remiss.
“Is there anything exciting in this issue?” She leaned over.
"I bought this book for "Fire in the Stone" by Wang Zixu."
"Zixu? You still read Wang Zixu?" He Yang Yuxiao was a little surprised.
After hearing the conversation between the two, Ye Zhihan, who was not far away, also raised his head and looked over.
(End of this chapter)