Chapter 224 Silver Age
Faced with this merciless humiliation, Wang Zixu opened his mouth slightly, was stunned for a moment, and then said:
"It's a bit late that things have only started to be staged now."
An Younan's tone was cold: "Who staged the stage with you? This is my private car, and it has never been carried. If your net worth is lower than a small goal, it’s enough to work around for you."
Wang Zixu said: "Are you wearing pajamas when talking to the small goal?"
An Younan was so angry that she started to punch Wang Zixu's arm, trying harder to declare that this was not flirting.
Wang Zixuzhen was hurt by the beating and grabbed her wrist: "Hit people when you are angry. Are you a little girl?"
An Younan said: "I am a little girl. I go to school. When I was young, I would hit people and make boys roll on the ground. Are you afraid?"
"When I was in school, a little girl cornered me and wanted to kiss me."
p>An Younan pulled out his arm and continued to punch him:
"You are still fantasizing! You are not qualified to go to the same school as me ! "
"I have no illusions, I'm just saying it. Drive seriously, don't make trouble, I haven't won the Nobel Prize in Literature, and I don't want to die."
An Younan laughed angrily: "Are you fantasizing about winning the Nobel Prize again? Do you think that after winning the Nobel Prize, your butt will no longer be cheap?"
Wang Zixu said: "I have always wanted to win the Nobel Prize. I didn't just want to win the Nobel Prize because my butt is not cheap."
An Younan stopped talking because she found that his attitude was more serious than she thought.
After a while, she calmed down a little and said:
"Do you think your performance in the seminar today is enough to pass?"
“No.”
Wang Zixu was unexpectedly very confident, but An Younan didn’t care and continued to say at his own pace:
"You won miserably today tactically, but failed strategically."
"How do you say that?"
"You said you won the battle of words with those old climbers. It was wonderful and beautiful. I enjoyed watching it.
"But if you do this, what will happen in the future? If you want to take the mainstream route, how can you offend the Cultural Association? Don’t want to mix in the future? "
Wang Zixu fell into silence, and An Younan continued:
"From your perspective, you are a knight of literature, using a gun called truth to poke out the gray behind the laws of nature. But what about in the eyes of the masses? You are all in the same boat, dog eats dog. ”
Wang Zixu said: "One of the important spirits of the humanistic spirit is to believe in human beings. I believe that the masses are not so ignorant."
"The masses are not that smart either," An Younan said, "Now is the era of information explosion, and they have been led away by various Internet celebrities under the banner of justice. How many times have you known that, do you think they will support you?
"The masses are very busy. They have to be busy with daily necessities and have no time to be your cyber judge. They don't care about you or your "Fire in the Stone". They will curse for a while and then forget about it. ”
Wang Zixu didn’t speak, and An Younan continued:
"Those people are both players and referees. If you lift their underwear, it will have no effect other than irritating them and provoking unprecedented retaliation. No one will seek justice for you.
"Or at most, they will make a fuss for a while, and they will hide for two days. When the storm is over, the sound of the waves will still be the same, cockroaches will appear, and the house will still be full, and nothing will change. "
Finally, she turned to Wang Zixu and said: "Whatever you fight, don't fight against human nature. Because you will always lose. ”
“Entropy increases. "
"What? "
"The law of entropy increase. "Wang Zixu said, "After heat death, the world will turn into silver. ”
An Younan sighed: "He started saying weird things again."
"I want to be a person who fights against entropy." Wang Zixu said, "Adults consider whether it is beneficial, and novelists consider whether it should be done. I want to be a pure novelist and do what I think should be done."
An Younan was speechless: "But you are at a disadvantage if you do this."
Wang Zixu said: "If I don't do this, readers will suffer, other authors will suffer, and Chinese literature will suffer as a whole. Someone will always suffer, why can't it be me?"
"You are noble, you are great." An Younan said angrily. She made a very small distance between her index finger and thumb, "But you can probably only change this little bit of the status quo, Mr. Don Quixote."
"Isn't a little change enough?"
"Not enough. Your butt will be devalued even more. It hurts my car."
"Well, actually I'm not that great." "I did this mainly because I was unhappy."
An Younan asked: "What's wrong with you?"
From her point of view, she felt that there was no reason to be unhappy.
Shi Tonghe bowed his head to him in private, so what else? Does Shi Tonghe have to kneel down to him in the middle of the river?
He is also a big shot, so be realistic. Even if Wang Zixu is a little prince, he still doesn't have a deep foundation, so he doesn't have the right to have such a bad temper, right?
But Wang Zixu was really unhappy.
The reason for the dissatisfaction was so obvious, but no one could notice it, which made Wang Zixu even more dissatisfied.
“What I’m unhappy about is that they never admitted that “Fire in the Stone” was well written.”
After saying that, Wang Zixu finally understood a lot of ideas, and a smile appeared on his face.
文坛这帮高高在上的家伙，文人相轻已经刻到骨子里了，夸别人的作品一句，跟要了他们命似的。
Why are you unwilling to admit that "Fire in the Stone" is the top literature of this era? Why are you unwilling to agree that it is a Nobel Prize-level work?
Except for Gu Zao, no one stood up and admitted that Wang Zixu was very strong.
These are worthless guys.
Looking at his expression, An Younan was deeply shocked and speechless. Then he sighed and said:
"Unexpectedly, the little prince turned out to be such a... stupid young man."
"I am not the little prince now, I am Wang Zixu."
"You should switch to the little prince, it will be more pleasing to the eye."
"I show you my true colors, but you expect me to be hypocritical?"
An Younan said: "Everyone has to wear a mask when going out. This is not considered hypocritical. , this is the same social etiquette as putting on makeup."
Wang Zixu said: "You came to pick me up in pajamas. If I am not sincere, I don't want to wear a mask. "
An Younan turned to look at him, and for a moment he was quite moved: "This sentence makes me feel very comfortable. It would be better if I didn't mention the pajamas."
Wang Zixu’s next sentence made her successful: "This is the little prince mode, do you like it?"
"Get out of here."
An Younan parked the car in a rather remote place and got out of the car. Wang Zixu followed, and he saw the Yangtze River in front of him. The river was broad and the clouds were low, and the building was far away and the wind was gentle, which made his mind feel relaxed.
This is a development zone, a large piece of wasteland with owners, and it is planned to build buildings. The building hasn't been built yet, and there is only a dark road extending over it.
An Younan squatted on a big stone by the road, her long hair lifted by the wind, her arms folded in front of her chest, so Wang Zixu took off his coat and gave it to her.
“Thank you.”
"You're welcome, you probably have never worn such cheap clothes."
"I have. I have worn clothes that cost 80 yuan for my whole body." An Younan wrapped his body tightly in his clothes, "When I was a child, they were so cheap that you can't imagine."
"That's you. The clothes are cheap, not that you are cheap. Don’t use items to represent your personality.”
An Younan looked up at him: “I can’t be so detached. The things I own will affect my own valuation.”
Wang Zixu is not a psychological counselor and has no time to enlighten her. He reached into his coat, looked for a cigarette in his pocket, took out a Big Harvest, and looked for a fire in the other pocket.
An Younan was petted like a cat and asked: "Can I smoke one?"
The prince puffed up smoke: "I don't like women who smoke."< /p>
When An Younan spoke, half of the harvest he held between his fingers was taken out. He was stunned after hearing his words: "It's none of my business whether you like it or not?"
“It’s none of my business if you smoke my cigarettes.”
“You are so domineering.”
Wang Zixu said: “ Of course, if you insist on smoking it, I won’t be so stingy that I won’t give it to you. It’s just that I don’t like it, and it will lower your favor. I’m not implying anything by saying this. I just mentioned it to you, so don’t mind.”
An Younan couldn't bear it and said: "You are really narcissistic to a certain extent!"
Although she said this, she put the cigarette back.
An Younan said: "You feel good about scolding me today. I have shouldered some of the responsibilities for you. You have done your utmost to be benevolent and righteous. You have to be responsible for what happens next."
"That's natural."
"The most important thing is that your "Fire in the Stone" should win an award," An Younan said to the point. "Everyone will push against the wall and beat the lost dog. Whether it is the literary world or the people, everyone likes the strong. The question is, who is the lost dog.
"If you don't win the Feishi Literary Award next, but Shi Shuqiu does, then you will be a lost dog. Waiting to be retaliated in turn."
Wang Zixu nodded silently, and the smoke he exhaled was quickly blown away by the river wind.
An Younan just clicked on him, without going into details, and changed the topic:
"Did that little girl who forced you to kiss you in middle school succeed?"
Wang Zixu threw away the cigarette butt, He crushed it with his feet on the fine gravel ground, put his hands in his pockets, and said:
"No."
An Younan showed a wicked smile on his face: "Are you cowardly, or are you too straight, or are you bragging?"
Wang Zixu said: "I was 1.8 meters tall when I was in middle school. It is difficult for a man with a height of 1.8 meters to be kissed forcefully."
"Hey, come here, let me tell you something." An Younan raised her fingers at him on the big rock with a mysterious tone.
As soon as Wang Zixu took two steps forward, An Younan's white arms stretched out and hooked the back of his neck, and two lips that were cold by the river wind came together.
Immediately, a burning sensation came from his mouth, and his lips instantly became numb. An Younan jumped down from the big rock and ran away quickly.
She didn’t stop until she was 30 meters away from Wang Zixu, turned to him and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha...is it difficult? I don't think it is difficult, right?"
Wang Zixu touched his lips, looked down and saw a few wisps of bright red on his fingers.
“Are you crazy?” he raised his head and shouted.
An Younan put her hands over her mouth and shouted to him: "I'm fine! I understand what you mean. It's great not to do things according to pros and cons! I'm so happy now!"
After saying that, she climbed up the hill and got into her car. Wang Zixu followed her, and the car had already been started.
“I haven’t gotten in the car yet!”
"Run back by yourself!" An Younan's head stuck out of the car window, "Little prince, see you after the heat death!"
An Younan's luxury car spewed out exhaust gas and drove away. Zixu stood dumbly for a long time and said: "You didn't even return my coat!"
...
Of course Zixu would not run back, so he called a ride. It was more than ten kilometers away from the city, and he ran back because he went crazy.
He couldn’t get angry even after being tricked by An Younan inexplicably, bitten, and robbed of his coat.
Before he told An Younan about the law of entropy increase, An Younan couldn't understand it, but when she said goodbye, she said goodbye after heat death, which shows that she actually listened to everything.
If such an exquisite and translucent girl is used as a beauty trap, most people will be captured. Fortunately, Wang Zixu is not an ordinary person, and she doesn't use the beauty trap.
When he returned home, there were no reporters stationed in the rental house. There was internet and electricity. It was very comfortable. As long as he wanted to, he could never go out for the rest of his life.
But early the next morning, Lin Feng called, and he knew that his weak spot had been pinched by those guys.
“Brother...”
Before Lin Feng could speak, Wang Zixu took the lead and said: "Needless to say, I know, it's about what happened yesterday, right?"
"Yes..."
"Is the higher ups putting pressure on you?"
Lin Feng said: "I am now at the Donghai Literary and Art Association building, waiting for you to come over."
Wang Zixu said: "Okay."
The Literary and Art Association is a top-down organization, and Wang Zixu's official status is that he is also the vice president of Xihe Literary and Art Association.
Of course, he doesn’t care about this identity. If necessary, he can abandon it at any time. If the other party threatens him with this, he can completely ignore it if he is more naughty.
But the other party is obviously well versed in administrative matters. Instead of attacking him directly, he seeks out his leadership to put pressure on him and implements responsibility-sharing arrangements. The pressure is transmitted layer by layer.
Wang Zixu is not afraid of any leader, but Lin Feng is a different matter. Lin Feng is his brother, and he doesn't want him to be in trouble.
He quickly drove to the Cultural Association, asked the person at the door, and was quickly taken to the reception room.
When he opened the door, Lin Feng was pacing in the room.
Seeing him, Lin Feng hurriedly came up to him, closed the door, and whispered:
"Old Wang, you have broken the truth this time."
Wang Zixu said: "Yes, I was careless."
He was still in the mood to joke, but Lin Feng was not relaxed at all, worry was written on his face.
“Someone videotaped the meeting yesterday, and your high-definition video clip was leaked to the Internet, and public opinion is currently fermenting. Because of this matter, the Literary and Art Association held a public opinion control meeting yesterday night, and the higher-ups "We take this matter very seriously."
Lin Feng quickly briefed Wang Zixu on the situation, and Wang Zixu asked, "Has the superiors made any decision on how to deal with me?"
"No. This is very strange, and it doesn't involve anything at all," Lin Feng said. "You are in a rather sensitive situation now. If we really deal with you in a big way, and it spreads to the Internet, it will be a new public opinion. At least for this period of time, he We won't touch you."
Wang Zixu nodded: "Understood, Qiu Houwenzhan."