Chapter 245 Lover
"Wang Zixu?"
A voice cut through the noisy crowd sounded from behind. Wang Zixu turned around, his eyes fixed on one person among the crowds of people.
“Xie Cong?” Wang Zixu recognized him quickly.
Xie Cong, Wang Zixu’s classmate in high school.
In high school, his infatuation with Chen Qingluo was well known. At the same time, his jealousy of Wang Zixu was also a tacit fact among his classmates.
It just so happens that after graduation, Wang Zixu lost contact with most of his classmates. In the past ten years, it was Xie Cong who he met the most - the last time they met was at the Xihe Cultural Conference a year ago. It can be said that enemies never get together.
“Is he really Wang Zixu?” Xie Cong saw that it was him, and a smile spread across his face. There was an indescribable sense of superiority in that smile, as if he was one step ahead in some aspect of life. "It's Chinese New Year, why are you coming to the train station when you're not at home?"
This question is a bit complicated for Wang Zixu. He instinctively wanted to explain An Younan's existence. He turned his body slightly and looked back to look for the traveler.
However, all he could see were bulging backpacks and a group of unfamiliar heads. That young lady had already slipped away without anyone noticing, like a drop of water disappearing into the water.
An Younan has been tested by paparazzi cameras for a long time, and her radar for strangers is fully activated when she is outside. The moment Xie Cong called Wang Zixu's name, she had already blended into the crowd of passers-by, and in the blink of an eye she was eighteen meters away.
Wang Zixu was a little surprised, and then felt a little funny. He greeted Xie Cong and replied:
"It's a long story. What about you? Didn't you also arrive at this train station on New Year's Day? And you were dressed so... extraordinary."
Wang Zixu’s eyes stayed on Xie Cong for a long time. Xie Cong today wore a slightly tight-cut velvet suit jacket. His hair was fixed with hair wax into a standard oil head, and an artistic stubble was carefully preserved on his chin.
In the background of a group of dusty and bloated down jackets, this outfit looks a little too hard, like a peacock trying to open its tail.
However, Peacock himself has no self-consciousness, and his description of Wang Zixu is quite useful. He smiled and said: "After all, this is the first time that I have brought my fiancée back to my hometown to meet my parents, so I still have to hold on to my face." "Fiancée? Are you getting married?" Wang Zixu was a little surprised.
"The boss is old, why aren't you getting married?" Xie Cong dusted off the non-existent dust on his body, "I have been established for many years, it's time to start a family, it will happen naturally."
Xie Cong said it so naturally that Wang Zixu felt that he seemed to have refreshed his character image without any warning.
"But I remember you said... you arranged for two female college students to arrange 'odd and even numbers'. They were very happy and there was no need to get married..."
The smile on Xie Cong's face disappeared in an instant, and he stopped him nervously to continue.
“Hey, hey, stop it, that’s all in the past, I’m done with it now.”
“That’s it.”
Xie Cong rubbed his hands and lowered his voice:
"Old Wang, if you see my fiancée later, don't mention the female college student."
Wang Zixu looked at him like he was facing a formidable enemy and thought, do I still have to see his fiancée?
To be honest, he lacked interest in understanding Xie Cong’s personal life, relationship experiences and even his fiancée.
He went out today purely to help An Younan pick up her luggage. He was not prepared for social situations at all, and he didn't even wash his hair.
"Did you hear that? I am dating her as a prodigal son who has turned back. I will not open or lift any pot." Xie Cong continued to warn her.
"...Okay." Wang Zixu nodded reluctantly.
Xie Cong did not catch his subtle resistance, and quickly adjusted his mood, as if the panic just now had never happened, and returned to the posture of a literary man, with a probing and scrutinizing tone:
"I heard that you resigned from your job, and now you are engaged in creation full-time?"
< br>Wang Zixu shook his head: "It's not a full-time creative work. I also have a job as an editor at a magazine."
"Magazine editor??"
Being as kind as Wang Zixu, he naturally did not want the cause that the passionate Xiao Ning devoted his efforts to be easily slandered, so he defended it generously:
"Actually... our efficiency is quite good. Our... magazine has been quite popular recently, if you pay attention to the trends in the literary world..."
In the middle of his words, he suddenly stopped talking. He suddenly realized: If Xie Cong pays attention to the trends in the literary world, he must have heard about the earth-shattering actions he has made.
After all, he had just become popular physically and had not yet established the consciousness of being responsible for traffic, so he almost killed himself.
Xie Cong was not aware of this and asked casually: "Oh, what is the name of your magazine?"
""New Award"."
"Never heard of it."
"..."
Wang Zixu felt slightly humiliated, but could not say anything - compared to the current entertainment, the "explosion" in the literary world is more like enclosure and self-admiration.
Xie Cong said: "I mean you lost your job by resigning! I heard you resigned before, and I thought your novel became a hit and you earned enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life. But... you went to work in the sunset industry, Isn’t this worse than serving the iron rice bowl before?”
Listening to this rhetoric, Wang Zixu felt a familiar feeling of exhaustion in his heart - Lao Wang also relied on this logic at home to wear out his ears.
Lao Wang is a conservative who puts his iron rice bowl first, and Xie Cong is a hedonistic young man who pursues fame and wealth. The two people with very different views have reached a high degree of agreement on the issue of Wang Zixu, forming a pincer attack on him.
Wang Zixu did not expect Xie Cong to understand his stubbornness about "self" and "love". Telling him about it was tantamount to playing the piano to an ox. He carefully considered the words and explained:
"It's not 'not as good', on the contrary. We are all working for a living, so instead of wasting time in a field that we are not good at, it is better to choose a lifestyle that we like." Xie Cong was stunned for a moment: "The lifestyle you like is...to write novels without any worries and then suffer from poverty?"
Wang Zixu did not feel dissatisfied. He looked slightly farther away and penetrated the crowds at the station. At this moment, he suddenly had a clear idea and no longer pursued other people's understanding:
"Of course I am not only pursuing this. I also want to live in a sunny place and call out, little kitten. The little dog burst out with a loud 'swish' sound... I am writing a novel surrounded by these fresh air, well, that's probably it."
The expression on Xie Cong's face froze, and then a layer of pity mysteriously emerged, and he sighed deeply.
"I thought you were a person before... To put it nicely, I don't care about personal honor and disgrace..." He stretched out his hand, picked up the clothes on Wang Zixu's body indiscriminately, and gently pulled it, "To put it lightly, I am wearing this long gown and can't take it off."
Wang Zixu was not happy He liked this feeling of intrusion and subconsciously took a step back. At this moment, a soft touch with a cold fragrance gently hit his left arm -
He looked sideways and saw that An Younan had clung to him like an elf at some point. Her slender arm passed through his arm very naturally and held him firmly.
"Hello, hello, hello, hello!" An Younan raised her little face that was slightly reddened by the cold wind, her voice was as delicate as if it were wrapped in honey, and she smiled brightly at Xie Cong.
Half of her face is hidden in the fluffy scarf, and just the pair of shining eyes exposed are enough to move people's hearts.
Xie Cong was completely stunned by the sudden intimate scene and the astonishing beauty in front of him. His mouth opened slightly and he didn't make a sound for a while. His eyes glanced back and forth between Wang Zixu and An Younan, full of disbelief.
“You...she...who is this?”
Wang Zixu said: “My relative.”
"I'm his girlfriend." An Younan answered quickly, holding Wang Zixu's arm tightly.
Xie Cong’s eyes wandered between the two people for a while, and he asked in confusion: “Are you, are you a relative or a girlfriend?”
An Younan tilted his head and blinked his big innocent eyes: "Relatives can also be girlfriends. This is called keeping the money from outsiders."
Xie Cong was convinced by this theory. He looked at Wang Zixu again, and his eyes instantly became extremely complicated, flashing with a kind of shock "I didn't expect that Wang Zixu like you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, could have such a good time" and... faint envy.
An Younan playfully stretched out the tip of her pink tongue and said with a sharp change of tone:
"I'm kidding you! He just doesn't want to confess our relationship in front of outsiders. After all, I'm just his lover."
"Love, lover?" Because I’m the one who kept him.”
An Younan spoke softly with a gentle and attached look that is quite challenging even for the acting school. Wang Zixu said:
“You said earlier that your ideal life is to buy a house with a small courtyard, and I will give you a car for free...”
Before she finished speaking, under Xie Cong’s astonished eyes, she magically slapped a heavy car key with a double R logo on Wang Zixu’s chest with a crisp “snap” sound.
Wang Zixu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, and said to Xie Cong, who was already in a complete mess:
“Don’t listen to her, she is just a kid from a relative of mine, just messing around with you.”
Xie Cong’s face There were five clear characters written on it: "Do you think I believe it?"
Wang Zixu didn't care whether he believed it or not, and quickly grabbed An Younan's wrist: "We still have something to do here. It's urgent, so we won't talk more. Sorry, let's get together next time!"
Having said that, he pulled An Younan away quickly, almost half dragging and half dragging him. Xie Cong was left standing in front of the platform for a long time, like a lonely tear on his eternal cheek.
After walking out far enough to make sure that Xie Cong couldn't hear, he slapped the heavy Cullinan car key back into An Younan's hand and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?"
An Younan rolled his eyes: "I'm helping you fight back against the pretentious man, why are you being mean to me? You're really being kind and treating me like a donkey. "
Wang Zixu was angry and funny: "Xie Cong is a pretentious man?"
An Younan said: "Of course, his sense of superiority is almost coming out, can't you see it? I am almost bored to death while listening to you talking, thank you for being calm."
Wang Zixu said: "He just has a bit of a venomous mouth and likes to brag. His nature is not bad at all... Well, when he said he had a female college student, he was probably bragging."
An Younan’s beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously, like a cat locked on prey:
“I don’t care what his nature is, anyway, what I hate most in my life is this kind of aggressive and pretentious man, who only If you bump into me, you'll be slapped in the face!"
After saying that, her face switched to a sinister and cunning villain look, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:
"Where did you come from as a devil? You feed on the negative emotions of human beings."
"I am an elf, the kind who is set to be invincible and beautiful."
The two of them just bickered over and over again, and walked to the designated place at the train station amidst the cool air of the winter afternoon and the unique noisy background sound of the city. Wang Zixu quickly contacted the train conductor in charge and successfully retrieved An Younan's lost items.
Soon, Wang Zixu was carrying several heavy gift bags (which were indeed filled with beautifully packaged tobacco, wine and refreshments) and were walking back side by side with An Younan.
"Wow!" An Younan's eyes sparkled with little stars, and her tone was filled with sincere surprise, "I thought you were comforting your dad, but I didn't expect you to really get the luggage back!"
Wang Zixu weighed the substantial gifts in his hand and said, "I also thought you were coaxing my dad, but I didn't expect you really brought so many gifts."
“Of course,” An Younan waved her arms proudly, walking briskly like a pony, “Isn’t it strange that there are so many gifts? Your first visit is the best time to establish a good first impression and build a closer relationship. How can you not prepare generous gifts?”
She said it matter-of-factly, as if this was an unbreakable golden rule in the social world.
Wang Zixu never expected that after working for so many years, he would have to be taught how to give gifts by a sister who is much younger than him. If she had guided me and made more trips, I would not have been unable to be rated as outstanding in nine years.
"Hey," An Younan called him softly, "You were told that by that person just now. Didn't you really feel any emotion at all? Have you really never thought about lifting your veil and living as a little prince?"
Wang Zixu didn’t stop, looking calmly at the gray skyline in the distance, shaking his head:
“His standard reaction to people like me under mainstream values is as normal as holding an umbrella when it rains.”
After saying that, he looked at her sideways and asked: "Isn't it strange for you that I refuse to confess my identity?"
"Strange." An Younan nodded without any hesitation, but immediately changed the topic, his eyes became clear and sharp, "But it's not the kind of weirdness that doesn't conform to mainstream values, that kind of weirdness is too low-level."
She stopped, turned around and faced Wang Zixu, the winter wind blew the broken hair on her forehead, and said in a proverb-like tone:
"Mainstream values are just a huge machine of society, used to guide those 'primitives' who cannot integrate into the complexity of modern times. But strong people like you and me don't need it."
Wang Zixu smiled softly: "I actually became a strong person..."
"Of course you are a strong person," An Younan said very seriously, "You can choose clearly and have the courage to insist on living in your own way and take responsibility.选择带来的一切——无论好坏。这本身就是绝对的强者。”
……
将礼品带回家后，老王对安幼南的重视程度更上了一个档次。 He cordially invited An Younan to stay, and at the same time urged Wang Zixu to quickly pack up his bedding and roll onto the sofa.
Wang Zixu had no objection to this.
The sofa, this forgotten corner of the living room, that small and soft space, gave him a strange, wrapped sense of security, like a small refuge.
What's more, from a secular perspective, sleeping on a sofa always carries a bit of "sacrifice and dedication". Others (especially Lao Wang) will unconsciously lower their tone of voice when treating the person curled up on the sofa.
In the end, even the bedding was laid for him by An Younan. All in all, he has nothing to complain about.
What really gives him a headache is tomorrow.
Tomorrow there will be a New Year group visit from the Cultural Association. All members of the Cultural Association will go to Teacher Li Tingfang’s home to pay New Year greetings. The event may last for a morning or even a whole day.
It was definitely impossible to take An Younan with him, leaving her alone at home, staring at Lao Wang, and he was worried.
After much thought, he felt that the only way was to find a job for Lao Wang and send him out for a day. It may be safest to let An Younan look after the house alone. But what reason could he give... His mind was spinning rapidly.
Thinking about it, he fell asleep in the gentle embrace of the sofa.
I don’t know how long it took, but while half asleep and half awake, Wang Zixu suddenly felt a heavy pressure, pressing firmly on his lower abdomen! It was like being hit by a warm boulder, suffocating my breath.
He woke up with a start, his heart beating wildly.
The room was dark, with only the dim light from the street lights outside the window, passing through the gaps in the curtains that were not tightly drawn, casting a few flickering light spots on the floor.
In this blur of light and shadow, he suddenly saw: a figure in pajamas, straddling him majestically like a horse!
It’s An Younan.
She leaned over, her long hair hanging down, and she outlined a vague outline in the weak light. In the darkness, her eyes were astonishingly bright, like two cold stars, with an aura of interrogation.
"Are you going to a group reunion tomorrow?" She asked in a low voice, but the fierceness she deliberately created was instantly broken in the next sentence, turning into a pure curiosity, "...what is the group reunion?"
"How did you know I was going to a group reunion?" Wang Zixu broke out in cold sweat and was horrified. He really suspected that An Younan was a demon who could spy on people's hearts.
“I peeked at your phone.” An Younan replied without any guilt. His tone was even more natural than “I poured you a glass of water.”
“Did you look at my phone?!” Wang Zixu was frightened and angry, and subconsciously wanted to struggle to get up, but the woman pressed on his lower abdomen and pinned him to the sofa, unable to move.
"Isn't it normal for a sister to look at her brother's cell phone?" An Younan tilted her head. In the darkness, she seemed to be able to see the innocent and natural look on her face, "I see a lot of these jokes on the Internet."
"How do you learn how to make jokes online? Aren't mainstream values a tool used to guide primitive people??" Prince Xukuai laughed at her gangster logic.
"Shhh! Don't make any noise!" An Younan lowered his head and approached, declaring decisively, "I don't want to argue with you now, don't wake up your dad. In short, I will go with you tomorrow."