Chapter 240 Walking in the Rain (9000 words)
"You'd better restrain yourself recently."
While eating, my mother suddenly said this.
An Younan pretended to be calm, put down the Coke chicken wings he was eating, and shook his hair: "What's wrong with me?"
"I've heard bad rumors recently," her mother said, "Your teacher said, you guys My friend, you seem to be bullying a classmate? ”
“Huh? Me? You’re not kidding?”
An Younan opened his mouth and shook his head, then said with a look of surprise:
"Are you talking about Zhao Ci? She didn't get along with my friend, but I swear I didn't participate. At most, I didn't stop them..."
Ms. An said: " For your dad, if your circle of friends is involved, it means you are involved."
Before An Younan could complain, she said, "Don't feel wronged. If it reaches your dad's ears, you will lose a lot of impression points, so you can either control your friends or draw a clear line." An Younan curled his lips and put a spoon in his bowl. Poking back and forth, he muttered: "You want me to integrate into the group and draw clear boundaries. You are really difficult to serve..."
"What did you say?"
“Nothing.”
During this time, the strategy of establishing a common enemy was successful. An Younan successfully broke into a small group of celebrities in Hangzhou and gained a certain status.
The price is that Zhao Ci’s life has become a little difficult. She applied to the teachers several times to change her seat, but to no avail, but the teachers sensed discord among the students.
When it comes to bullying, it’s not bullying at all. After An Younan was discovered to be the illegitimate daughter of a mistress at her previous school, what she suffered could only be called bullying.
Zhao Ci’s experience is not as good as that one percent.
It’s just that this is Hangzhou High School, and all the students are treasures. The teacher pays close attention to it, so it is so exaggerated.
Seeing that her face was gloomy and her mood was low, Ms. An changed the topic:
"Do you know why your dad's fourth, fifth, and sixth graders are all gorgeous, young and beautiful, but the one he values most is me?"
An Younan responded to this statement She was very interested in the question and raised her head: "Why?"
Ms. An's mouth turned downward: "Because they don't understand your father's psychological needs at all. What he wants is not pleasure, but a sense of security, self-realization, and recognition of his ideas. They don't understand at all, they only know about makeup and medical beauty."
Ms. An added: "Your dad has divorced. The next period of time will be a critical period to decide whether we can move into a big house. I don't ask you to help me, but at least you don't hold me back."
An Younan nodded obediently.
The apartment where the mother and daughter live is located in the Second Ring Road of the East China Sea. It covers an area of 120 square meters. The total price is an astronomical figure. Ordinary people cannot afford it after struggling for a lifetime.
An Younan hates this place.
Because this house does not belong to them. They are just staying temporarily.
This made her feel like a mouse hiding in hiding.
She doesn’t want to be a mouse anymore.
She must live in a big house.
…
When Zhao Ci returned to the classroom, he saw An Younan’s group of friends crowding his seat, and his face suddenly darkened.
“I’m sorry, Zhao Ci, they are leaving right after class,” An Younan said with a smile on his face, “You can go outside to do some activities first.”
Although it was his own seat, Zhao Ci was used to this kind of bullying and was unable to resist. He bowed his head and walked over, muttering "I'll get the book" and reaching into the table to tinker.
After Zhao Ci went out, Jiang Yao, who was sitting in her seat, raised her hand and a notebook appeared in her hand.
"Look what I found? Zhao Ci's diary!"
An Younan frowned: "Why did you touch her things?"
"I didn't move. She dropped it on the ground when she was getting something by herself. I just picked it up." Jiang Yao cried out.
"Put it back." An Younan ordered, "It is very immodest to touch other people's personal belongings."
"Don't be so serious, Jiang Yao didn't mean it. And this is not her diary, it seems to be a poem written by her."
An Younan took the notebook and opened it. He had neat handwriting and every page was filled with poems, some long and some short.
Zhou Qingqing came over, stared at the words on the notebook and read:
"The crowded desks, the deserted corridor, my silent shadow outside the window grilles, condensed into a lonely period... Wow, she wrote this herself?"< /p>
“I searched on my mobile phone to see if it was plagiarized.”
After discovering Zhao Ci’s talent, these dandies with high eyesight were a little flustered and frustrated, trying to prove that these poems were not original to Zhao Ci.
This shows that even celebrities will feel oppressed when faced with talent.
An Younan flipped through two pages, and an idea rushed into her mind like a train.
“What are you doing?”
I thought of Zhao Ci’s voice at the door.
An Younan raised her head, and Zhao Ci came over angrily and snatched her notebook away: "Who told you to touch my notebook?"
An Younan said: "It doesn't matter if you take a look, right?"
"Who agreed that you saw it? Do you understand?" Zhao Ci's face turned red.
Jiang Yao next to her said in a sharp tone: "They are all Chinese characters, what can't be understood? Zhao Ci, are you some kind of writer? You have such a big air."
Zhao Ci’s face turned red: “That’s not what I meant.”
“What do you mean if you didn’t mean that?”
Zhao Ci’s mouth was stupid and he couldn’t make up for the wrong sentence. When she came back, she became anxious and said loudly:
"My poems are written for myself, not for you!"
She was so excited that her voice was quite loud, and many students in the class looked over.
Zhao Ci added: "An Younan, I know you look down on me, think I am poor, and think I am rustic, but free imagination and spirit are not the privileges of the rich! In my opinion, you are just cowering in a mediocre body and laughing at other people's dreams!"
After saying that, she ran out with her diary in her arms.
After Zhao Ci left, Jiang Yao looked confused: "What is she talking about?"
"I don't know."
They did laugh behind their backs that Zhao Ci was poor and rustic, but this time they were really wronged. They really didn't laugh at the poem she wrote.
The girls gradually woke up and found that they had become the villains in the romance drama for no reason, and they were all very angry.
An Younan suppressed the indignation of the girls and said: "Hey, don't make any noise, come here, listen to me, I suddenly thought of a good idea."
"What idea?"
As everyone gathered around, An Younan glanced around with mysterious eyes and whispered:
"I want to start a poetry club."
After she finished speaking, everyone was silent for a long time.
“What’s wrong? Are you shocked?” An Younan asked.
Zhou Qingqing said: "No. I feel that you said something that is very out of character for you."
Jiang Yao nodded: "Well, how should I put it? I feel that the word poetry club will never be associated with you in your life, but you just said it."
An Younan was slightly annoyed: "What's going on? Just now Zhao Ci despised me for being uneducated, but you despise me too??"
The girls all said don't misunderstand, we didn't mean it.
An Younan calmed down and asked: "Let me ask you, are you willing to be mediocre?"
"Mediocre? Us?" Jiang Yao pointed to her own with an expression of disbelief.
This group of socialites earns half a year’s salary with their monthly pocket money. The price of any inconspicuous jewelry on their body would make ordinary workers stunned. Born with a golden teaspoon in their mouth, they have to be very careful to hide their sense of superiority. An Younan actually asked them if they were willing to be mediocre.
"Aren't you mediocre?" An Younan said, "Anyway, I feel that I am quite mediocre, living an arranged life, and life has never exceeded my imagination.
"After high school, I will go abroad, go to university, and then go to the UK or Australia, study for a year or two for a master's degree, find a foreigner to marry, or go back to China and find a stable but boring class. I don't want this kind of life. "
Zhou Qingqing and others were all silent. An Younan's words were as sharp as a scalpel, cutting open all their worries for them to see.
After a pause, An Younan said: "I am not willing to live such a life, I want to be different from them. So I want to start a poetry club and quietly surprise everyone. Which of you is with me? ”
Zhou Qingqing asked softly: "What are you going to do?"
"Write poems, publish them in newspapers, and publish them in magazines. Then publish a collection of poems, do marketing, publicity, autograph signings, appear on the news, appear on TV, and join the literary association. In short, treat this as a career." An Younan said.
“Ask me again, who of you wants to come with me?”
Just now, the girls thought An Younan was just joking on a whim, but after hearing what she said, they suddenly realized that she was serious.
And, they were actually moved.
Zhou Qingqing asked: "How do you plan to realize what you said?"
"Simple, I have money." An Younan said, "Publishing a book is not expensive now, it seems like it can be done for tens of thousands of dollars. I published a few thousand copies and donated them to school libraries, city libraries, various units, and rural primary schools.
"Nowadays, the world is full of half-dead newspapers and magazines. As long as you have money and connections, isn't it easy to publish a poem? It just so happens that there should be no shortage of money and connections in our circle, right? ”
Everyone was shocked by her pragmatic spirit.
The most important thing is that what she said is very practical.
The women looked at each other in confusion, ready to make a move.
An Younan said: "Let me state in advance that I am not just playing for fun. If you join, you can't just name it and do nothing. If you have money, pay, and have connections. If you have nothing, you must at least help with chores and show your face."
Zhou Qingqing said: "I asked my dad, he should have connections in the newspaper, if you want to I can ask how to publish it in the newspaper."
Jiang Yao also said: "I have several uncles and uncles from the TV station. If our poetry club becomes famous, we can let them help promote it."
Someone took the lead in making suggestions, and everyone's enthusiasm was immediately aroused.
An Younan showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand and said: "Very good, let's talk about it like this. We will discuss the specific matters after school in the afternoon.
"Our goal is to make this poetry club famous. The poetry club only accepts people from the upper class. We want every member to become that kind of..."
After thinking for a while, An Younan finally choked out one word with her limited education: "Cai Yuan. "
Zhou Qingqing raised his hand.
An Younan said solemnly: "You say it. ”
“There’s only one problem,” Zhou Qingqing said, “None of us can write poetry. ”
Everyone was silent.
This is indeed a problem. And it's a very critical question.
“It doesn’t matter, I have a solution for this.” An Younan said.
…
Zhao Ci found that his life had suddenly become easier recently.
Overnight, An Younan’s gang of bad friends no longer bothered him, and he kept to himself like a lady.
Not to mention compared to before, even compared to before An Younan became her roommate, her life was much better.
It had been a long time since she saw her classmates showing contempt for her shabby dress in the corner of her eye.
She heard the news that a few people were busy setting up a poetry club.
Zhao Ci naturally sneered at this. She didn't think these dandies really wanted to start a poetry club. Even if you want to do it, you can't do it well.
In short, this period of time was the happiest time for her to come to this school. The only drawback was that An Younan stopped talking to her after the last incident.
This made her a little uncomfortable.
It’s not that she suffered from Stockholm Syndrome. The main reason was that she vented her feelings last time, and afterwards she heard from her classmates that she had misunderstood An Younan.
An Younan did not show her poems to the public as she thought, but instead criticized others for not tampering with her personal belongings.
She scolded people all over their faces, but An Younan not only didn't show any haste, but also didn't say a harsh word afterward, which made her very unhappy.
She wanted to apologize several times, but she really couldn't.
During a certain evening self-study, An Younan seemed to feel her inner conflict and struggle, and took the initiative to turn his head and talk to her with a smile:
"By the way, Zhao Ci, do you know that we are running a poetry club recently?"
"Uh, ah? I know, I know, what's wrong?" Zhao Ci hid his inner disdain very well.
An Younan asked with a smile: "Do you want your poems to be published?"
Zhao Ci thought she was inviting him to join, and subconsciously shook his head: "I, I won't join, you guys are playing."
"I'm not asking you if you want to join," An Younan said, "I'm asking you, do you want your poems to be published in newspapers or magazines?"
Zhao Ci was dumbfounded for a moment, and then said: "I want to, of course I want to."
"You can do whatever you want." An Younan smiled slightly and ignored her.
…
Another half month has passed, and the grand plans promised by An Younan are being realized step by step.
Just after reporters came to her door, not to inquire about ethical scandals, but to interview her about why she became a "well-known talented woman", Ma Yongrong finally took a new look at her daughter, and she was a little proud when she introduced her to others.
Ms. An is also becoming more and more confident. When she is at home, her face is red, her voice is loud, and she no longer wears makeup and skin care like an anxiety attack.
The overall situation is settled, An Younan’s plan only has one last insignificant step left.
After the last class in the afternoon and before evening self-study, An Younan asked Zhao Ci to meet alone in the lecture theater. No intention was stated.
Zhao Ci went there tremblingly.
Zhao Ci stayed in the empty lecture theater for a long time, imagining several scenarios for An Younan to deal with her, but he was still surprised when he saw An Younan.
She was wearing a sports jacket that she had never seen before, carrying a huge handbag behind her back, and holding a stack of books in her arms.
“I will never do manual labor again in my life, I’m exhausted!” As soon as An Younan entered the door, he panted and put the things in his arms on the desk.
Zhao Ci slipped down from his seat and stood firm on the desk: "What do you want to do?"
"Wait a moment, wait until I am out of breath." An Younan lay on the table and breathed for a while, then looked up at her, "Zhao Ci, do you remember last time? Did I tell you?"
Zhao Ci immediately stuttered and said: "It was me, no, last time..."
She wanted to apologize, but with her stupid mouth, she couldn't say the word "I'm sorry".
“Nothing?” An Younan said, “Come, come and take a look at this.”
She threw a newspaper on the table.
Zhao Ci took a closer look and saw that the newspaper was Mingguang Daily. On the front page it read:
"Thirty pieces of youthful writing bloomed, and the fragrance of poetry filled the hearts of young people - Hangchuan High School Girls Poetry Club's excellent works were frequently published in magazines, and the first collection of poems attracted the attention of the literary world."
Zhao Ci's heart trembled when he saw the bold headline.
An Younan explained to himself:
“You know that we have recently set up a poetry club, right? In fact, there have been several reports about us. It has been reported in the news, but this is the front page of "Mingguang Daily", which is of great significance, so I brought it to you specially. "
Zhao Ci pushed up her glasses, and she suddenly found that her hands were shaking.
"Why are you telling me this?"
An Younan said: "Our poetry collection is for sale, and I got a sample book in my hand. You can take a look."
She handed over the sample book, but Zhao Ci did not accept it.
"I asked you why you told me this?" Zhao Ci felt a lemon stuck in his chest, "Are you laughing at me?"
"No," An Younan looked surprised, "Do you remember? I asked you before if you wanted to publish it, and you said yes."
Zhao Ci stared at her with confusion.
"If you still want it, then I have helped you realize this wish." An Younan handed over the sample book again, "Are you really not going to take a look?"
Zhao Ci took the book in a panic, opened it awkwardly with dry fingers, and read page by page.
That’s right.
Her wish did come true.
The poems in the poetry collection are all her poems - the poems written in the diary.
Her hand holding the book trembled even more, she turned the pages crazily, and finally collapsed: "Why is the signature of the poem not mine? Why is the author's name?!"
An Younan said with black humor: "Well, the signature is indeed our name, but your poem is indeed published."
Zhao Ci knelt down on the ground weakly, holding the sample book in his arms, wanting to cry without tears.
"Don't worry about those details," An Younan threw the handbag in front of Zhao Ci, "Open it and take a look."
Zhao Ci kept shaking his head, tears falling like broken beads.
She didn’t want to see An Younan’s face now, let alone do as she asked.
An Younan was a little frightened. She didn't expect Zhao Ci to react so fiercely. She quickly opened the zipper of her handbag with a bang, revealing a bright red pile inside.
They are all hundred dollar bills.
Stack after stack, stacked like bricks, scattered inside.
Zhao Ci has only seen so much money in bank robbery movies.
"What is this?"
"This is 500,000 RMB." An Younan said with an exaggerated mouth, "To be precise, it is 525,546 yuan, a fraction of which is the recommendation fee from various magazines."
After saying that, she paused and then said: "These are your royalties."
Zhao Ci was so shocked that he stopped crying.
An Younan rolled up her hair and chattered:
"Did you know? It took me half an hour just to withdraw money today, but I can actually transfer it to you. But it’s just to give you some pleasure, so I took the cash. Come on, look here, do you feel good about it? ”
An Younan is a very ritual girl. If you become her boyfriend, you will be very happy. But Zhao Ci only felt humiliated at the moment.
“You, you are...” Zhao Ci’s voice trembled, “You are plagiarizing!”
An Younan looked confused: "Plagiarism?"
"You took away my work without my permission, signed it with your own name, and got it published. What is this if not plagiarism?!"
Zhao Ci Standing up, his face was as cold as ice: "I have already changed my mind about you, but I didn't expect you to do such a thing. It seems that we are not the same person after all. There is nothing to say. I will use the law to defend my own copyright."
Zhao Ci walked to the door, and An Younan stopped her.
“Copyright? Are you kidding? Do you know how much I spent to get these poems published?”
Zhao Ci froze.
"The literary edition of "Donghai Daily" costs one thousand and five dollars per article, and the campus edition of "Poetry Heart" costs one thousand per article... Thirty-six poems, a total of more than 40,000!"
After An Younan finished speaking, he clenched his fist and looked at her: "How can you Why are others paying us royalties? Wrong, we are paying publishing fees! If you don’t pay for it, you can’t publish these poems, why are you talking about copyright?”
Zhao Ci felt like something was broken in his heart.
“I didn’t ask you to vote! I didn’t ask you to vote. I wrote it for myself. Why did you use it to vote? Why...”
"I don't understand why you are unhappy," An Younan said, "Isn't this a very simple business behavior? I provide funds, you provide content, after the investment is successful, I gain connections and reputation, and you take the money, isn't that great?"
"In your eyes, this is just a transaction ," Zhao Ci said, "But these poems are my experience, my flesh and blood, and my life. You are trading with my self!"
"No matter what the transaction is, the total operating fee is only more than 100,000, and the buyout fee for you is 500,000. Isn't that enough?" An Younan said.
Zhao Ci said: "It's not that I don't think it's enough, it's that I think these can't be traded..."
“If I hadn’t known that you had a younger brother at home, it would be difficult for you to go to college, so I wouldn’t have used your manuscript.”
Zhao Ci hesitated.
An Younan continued: "I went outside to find a ghostwriter. I only need to pay them 200 yuan for a song, and it can be done for a few thousand yuan in total. Why did I give you 500,000? Do you think I am some kind of devil? I think I am quite gentle."
Zhao Ci's spirit was visibly weakened.
"Take your money and go, don't worry about it. I don't understand the spirit of a scholar, this is 500,000! 500,000! It's enough for 10 people in your family to go to college, and you also need bicycles!"
In the end, Zhao Ci shook his head as if mocking himself, walked over, and took a look into the handbag.
“I don’t want this money,” Zhao Ci said, “This money does not belong to me.”
An Younan glared at her: “Are you stupid?”
“You have successfully crushed my dreams and trampled on my dignity,” Zhao Ci said, “This is my last defense. Maybe one day I will be corrupted by reality and become a philistine. "
"So, I only need my royalties. The rest is a return on your 'investment'," Zhao Ci said, "I only need the part paid to me by the magazine."
An Younan paused as he watched her take out the money. When she had almost counted, he finally couldn't help it and said:
"The magazine paid a fraction of 20,000, but a fraction of more than 500."
…
Xunyi’s women’s toilet has lost its function as a Reuters news agency. Everyone who comes here to use the toilet is very professional and polite, and maintains a proper and cool social distance between each other.
An Younan felt that he had come to another Hanggao group, and it was still a group that he could not fit in. He was secretly cold-eyed and very uncomfortable.
And compared to Hanggao, the people here are more realistic. They won’t get together just because of two or three little tricks. They show their loyalty on the surface but don’t know what they think behind the scenes.
Therefore, she missed her classmates especially Zhao Ci.
Although the girl was very naughty and not very bright, she wished that there was such a pure person here.
After her mother married Ma Yongrong, she moved into a big house as she wished. After graduating from high school, her parents really wanted her to study abroad and get a master's degree in the UK or Australia somewhere.
Thinking of that kind of life, she felt chills in her hair. Zhao Ci's words, "This is my last way to protect my 'self'" still rang in her ears, so she decisively rejected the arrangement.
She asked to go to Xunyi to work, and it was a serious class that could hone her skills.
She used the favor she had accumulated over the years and used some tricks to get her father to agree to this request.
Her father nominally asked her to be an executive and be responsible for the development of the cultural field. At that time, she was talking about how to empower the company's goodwill and heritage...
After arriving at the job, she discovered that this field was actually the legendary Qingshui Yamen. She could not achieve results and the employees were here for retirement. Coming here was like exile.
An Younan, who is unwilling to be mediocre, naturally cannot endure this situation for a long time. After taking half a year to gain a foothold, she finally made her first move: entering the speech therapy industry.
After her research, she found that although this is a micro market, it is extremely blue ocean with almost no competitors, so it is very suitable for practicing.
What she needs is not profit, but winning, simply winning.
She wants to use winning to prove her ability, run into her team, establish her status, and lay the foundation for a smooth succession in the future.
Unexpectedly, this plan hit a soft wall as soon as it took the first step.
Although the opponent is a small company, it is extremely tenacious. Like the strong wind and strong grass, it still survives despite the ups and downs.
At the internal meeting, she lost her temper and asked why such a large investment had no results. The aggrieved employees said:
"Mr. An, there is no way, the other party has a little prince."
This was the first time An Younan heard the name of the little prince.
“Little prince? What the hell is the little prince?”
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw an expression on the employee’s face.
An expression of "you don't even know the little prince".
She immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing.
"Xunyi people never regard the opponent's strength as a reason. The opponent is a little prince, and we must be the emperor. When have we been afraid of being too strong? You, go home and copy the corporate spirit three times."
The employees shut up in disgrace.
After the meeting, she inquired everywhere about who the little prince was. The answers I got were more outrageous than the last.
Some people say that this person is actually a hermit writer who was dismissed by the Cultural Association for style issues, so he used this method to retaliate against the mainstream literary world and is an anti-system figure;
Others say that this person is the wealthy writer who was famous for writing notes on men and women ten years ago. After being banned, he devoted himself to studying literature and finally came out for revenge;
Others simply listed several prominent names in the literary world and said that the little prince was among them.
For a while, An Younan was obsessed with the name "Little Prince". He was everywhere.
Buying traffic, inviting celebrities, generating data... I have used all kinds of methods, but ended up running into obstacles everywhere.
When asked about the reason, it was the same, it was the little prince who took action again.
She also worshiped Gu Zao as her teacher, recruited several PhDs in literature from 985 universities to enrich the talent pool, organized employees to attend lectures by writers, and installed an indoor library in the employee rest area...
All to no avail.
Users still reported that your speech therapy script has an arty flavor and is not unique enough from the Little Prince.
In order to study this opponent, she read almost all the scripts of The Little Prince and assigned a team of literary consultants to dismantle and analyze the copywriting.
Those useless PhDs in literature used a bunch of strange terms to describe his writing, but none of them were even one percent of what she felt when she read them.
So she finally understood that on this track, she could not defeat this person no matter what.
He is not a "little" prince, but a real king.
Until that day, the down-and-out scholar with ambition written all over his body stood in front of her and told her that he was the little prince.
An Younan hid his turbulent waves in the depths and did not reveal any of them on his face.
The strange thing is that this is not an encounter between old enemies, but more like a reunion of old friends. In the past, the conclusions drawn by taking each other apart and crushing them seemed a bit ridiculous after encountering real people, but they can be compared from another direction.
When she saw Wang Zixu, she recalled Zhao Ci countless times. She even mentioned Zhao Ci to him, the girl she bullied.
If Zhao Ci continues to implement himself and lives somewhere in this world, he must be like Wang Zixu, right?
Sitting in the car, An Younan refused to get out of the car for a long time, with tears already drying on his face.
She took out her mobile phone, and by accident, she entered the two words "Zhao Ci" on the contact page, and soon, a series of numbers popped up.
She didn’t know if she was still using the number she had saved after so many years. Maybe it has been replaced a long time ago.
Maybe the unscrupulous operator gave this number to another unrelated person. After she dialed the number, she said in a strong local accent, "Wai, who are you calling? You dialed the wrong number!" Then she hung up the phone with a curse.
But it doesn’t matter, she just wants to dial it now. There is no reason.
After a few busy signals, the call was connected.
Unexpectedly, an enthusiastic voice sounded from the other end.
"An Younan? Is it you? I didn't expect that you would actually call me!"
An Younan was at a loss for words for a while, and then he said, "I just suddenly thought of you."
“Wow, I’m so honored!”
An Younan twisted his body. The enthusiasm there made her a little uncomfortable.
“Do you still remember that when I was in high school, I plagiarized your work...”
Zhao Ci said: “Well, how many years ago was that? No need to mention it. , I was not sensible at that time, I wrote it just for fun, how could there be any plagiarism? "
"Then you said, in order to protect your ego, you can't take money from me, otherwise it would be humiliating you."
Zhao Ci’s voice sounded a little embarrassed: “Didn’t I say that I was ignorant at that time? Thinking about it now, I really want to slap myself in the mouth at that time. Now I wish others would use money to humiliate me.”
An Younan said seriously: "Actually, what I want to ask is, what is the self you are talking about?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time, so long that An Younan thought the other party was about to hang up.
Zhao Ci finally spoke: "I don't know either. I didn't understand anything at that time. Don't take it to heart."
After hanging up the phone, An Younan looked out the window through the coated window. This phone call, like the sunny world outside the window, only left a series of questions and never provided answers.
……
Walking on the mountain road, Wang Zixu walked slowly side by side with Dr. Lobster.
The conversation between the two has just entered a period of collision of opinions, and it has the potential to turn into an argument. However, fortunately, both of them (one person and one shrimp) have gentle and peaceful personalities and have not developed in a fierce direction.
Dr. Lobster put his hands behind his back and said: "Actually, fate is not unfair to you, it just played some jokes on you."
"With your current situation, you can become a successful person in the worldly sense even if you just use your hands, and you can also easily make others unfortunate.
"What I'm more curious about is, what made you make such a decision: Would you rather suffer yourself than harm others?"
The prince clasped his hands behind his back, thought for a long time, and then said:
" You are right, fate has indeed been kind to me. It took away my happy childhood, but gave me a mother and a sister when I was approaching middle age.
“Compared to those who truly have an ‘unfair fate’, I am lucky enough and cannot blame others. As for what you said, why am I unwilling to hurt others..."
He turned to look at Dr. Lobster: "I was exposed to the rain when I was eight years old until I was 30 years old. In this case, why let others get wet again. ”