Chapter 254 The most sincere way of loving yourself (5k)
"What is your relationship with the little prince?"
This problem is like worrying about leaving the induction cooker at home every day when you go out, and finally coming home one day to find that the house has really been burned to the ground - what is supposed to come finally comes.
Prince Xu’s mind was spinning a thousand times. He forced himself to stay calm and kicked the ball back very calmly: "Why do you think so suddenly?"
Ning Chunyan exchanged the order of the long legs and said with his hands behind his back: "I saw the college's exclusive interview with the little prince. Lu Qingxuan told me that you gave them the little prince's contact information."
She paused, and her eyes became sharper: "I can't even contact the little prince, and I don't usually ask you to make an appointment with him. How did you get the little prince's contact information? Do you have a relationship with him privately?"
It felt like investigating the cause of the fire after the house was burned down, and found that it was the induction cooker next door that was not turned off - Wang Zixu breathed a sigh of relief and took another breath at the same time.
“So it’s that one,” he pretended to smile relaxedly, “No, do you really believe that it was an exclusive interview with the little prince?”
Even Wang Zixu himself was surprised that he could say this so calmly, and Ning Chunyan was even more surprised: “Huh?”
"Don't you remember? We wanted to borrow the auditorium at that time, and Zhang Xixi took the opportunity to ask for a price," Wang Zixu said in such a natural tone that he almost believed it, "It's an online interview anyway, does it matter whether he is the little prince or not?"
Ning Chun Banquet His expression changed from blank to stunned, and then he showed a sly look with understanding. He pointed at him and said: "You kid! You are not accepting the interview on your behalf, are you?"
"See through but don't tell." Wang Zixu mastered the ultimate trick of lying - pretending to be sophisticated.
Ning Chunyan sat down on a chair beside him, shook his head and sighed: "You are so brave! I thought you really had any friendship with the little prince."
Wang Zixu also took advantage of the situation and sat down next to her, sighing in his heart that my cultivation level has collapsed and the earth has fallen into the Purple Gold Hammer. Just now, he used his wits to create a miracle, and his acting skills soared to the level of an Oscar winner. He even admired himself.
Ning Chunyan added: "Fortunately, the interview did not spread widely. If the little prince himself caught someone pretending to be him behind his back, he would definitely be angry."
Wang Zixu said: "No. He doesn't want to. Even if I find out, I won’t deny it. And my interview is very close to his style, so it’s not a fabrication.” Ning Chunyan rolled her eyes at him: “What does it mean to be very close to his style? Do you know him well?”
Before Wang Zixu could answer, she continued: "You are not allowed to do this kind of thing again. Fortunately, this time it is the little prince. He has a good character and will not care about it. If it were another writer, I don't know what kind of trouble it would be. It would be enough for you to drink a pot."
Wang Zixu explained that this was forced by the situation, and he had to obey the authority urgently. Under the coercion of Ningchun Banquet, he repeatedly promised that he would never do such a thing again in the future.
Ning Chunyan found that his toenail was suspected to be split, and he leaned over to check it worriedly. Just when Wang Zixu thought the topic was over, she suddenly said softly:
“I like the little prince.”
She said this very affectionately, staring at her toenails. For a moment, Wang Zixu even suspected that she was hinting that he should come and claim this confession. It's a pity that he will never fall for this trick.
“I didn’t tell you why I like him, right?” Ning Chunyan said, her voice softening, “Actually, before I met him, I was in the most decadent period of my life.”
Wang Zixu didn’t speak, and listened quietly.
“Before that, I had just published a novel in a top literary journal. I don’t want to say which journal it was. It was not the first novel I published, but I was very excited, more excited than ever.
“When I was in junior high school, I started publishing articles in some tabloids, but those tabloids were so cheap that you could even pay for them. I never thought it was nothing.
“But that journal was like a literary palace that I had always longed for since I was a child. I think publishing my novel on it means that I have been fully recognized by the mainstream literary world, and I am ambitiously planning a new stage in my literary life.
"Then I discovered that I was actually able to publish my work there because of my father. Then I collapsed."
Wang Zixu listened quietly, Ning Chunyan took a deep breath, and continued:
"I just said that I started publishing works in junior high school, earlier than Chen Qingluo. It seems that I am a destined genius female writer.
"But I know in my heart that I can publish works in my teens, and it has nothing to do with talent. My father is a professor at the School of Liberal Arts at NTU. There is no reason why his daughter should not become a talented woman, and there is no reason why her daughter should be rejected by those little-known magazines.
“It is precisely because of this that I made up my mind to submit articles to the literary palace that I have admired for a long time. I thought that no matter how famous my father was, he would not be able to affect this journal, right? I have to rely on Prove yourself with your own strength."
The more Wang Zixu heard, the more something was wrong. When Ning Chunyan stopped, he asked: "What's the result?"
Ning Chunyan smiled bitterly.
“It turned out that the editor-in-chief of that magazine was very good friends with my dad, but I didn’t know it at all. After my manuscript was submitted, he called my dad immediately, and then he submitted the manuscript to me without saying a word.”
Wang Zixu remained silent.
Ning Chunyan said: "At the beginning, my dad was full of praise for my manuscript and did not mention the inside story at all. I thought that I had proven myself with my strength and that I started writing because of myself. I started writing, not because I was someone’s daughter.”
Wang Zixu said: “So after learning the truth, your self-perception was imbalanced.”
"Yes," Ning Chunyan nodded, "I not only began to doubt myself, I also began to doubt my dad, the entire literary world, and the whole world."
After a pause, she continued: "I have always felt that my dad's literary level is so good Gao must have the same sense of justice in literature, but from this incident, it seems that he has long been numb to this kind of thing, and even thinks that relying on connections to publish manuscripts is a new norm.
“And then I began to doubt who in the entire literary world has no connections. Even the literary journals I admire can be stuffed with a random version of me. Does this mean that most of the other works are the product of inbreeding?
"Furthermore, we have always regarded the literary aesthetics of these magazines as the norm. Are we fundamentally wrong? Is it possible that there are much better works hidden among the people, but we have blocked the access to them, making them unable to be discovered?"
Wang Zixu said: "So your belief has collapsed."
"You can say that."
"Then what does this have to do with the little prince?"
"He saved my ideals and beliefs," Ning Chunyan turned to look at Wang Zixu, "The little prince showed me a brand-new literature: reckless, vigorous, lustful, flesh and blood, and lawless."
She added: "He proved that literature does not need to be condescending. It can be vulgar and vulgar, but it is extremely powerful and charming.
"When the little prince was regarded as a writer, do you know how I felt? I felt pleasure, the pleasure of revenge. "
Wang Zixu asked: "Who should I take revenge from? Your father? "
"It is revenge against the entire mainstream literary world," Ning Chunyan said, "because I know that they will never be able to award any honor to the little prince, but the more famous the little prince is, the more it proves the closed-mindedness and hypocrisy of the literary circle.
"When the so-called 'famous people' are all trying to catch up with the little prince, the more the irony reaches its peak, the more... I feel so happy."
Ning Chunyan's way of obtaining pleasure is a bit twisted. From this perspective, she is definitely not what she calls a "literary bastard". She does have the talent and sensitivity of a great writer.
Sadly, although Wang Zixu can understand her, he cannot empathize with her at all.
For her, the success of the little prince confirmed her knowledge and allowed her ideals and beliefs to be rebuilt; but for him, on the contrary, the more successful the identity of the "little prince" became, the more meaningless his persistence seemed.
Ning Chunyan patted him on the shoulder and said: "To a certain extent, you are another hero of my revenge against the hypocritical literary world."
"Me?"
"Yes, that's you," Ning Chunyan said, "You have been fighting against Shi Shuqiu, the second-generation literary generation, and you are already very powerful for being able to persist for so long. So, please, We must win against him!"
Wang Zixu asked quietly: "From a standpoint, shouldn't you support Shi Shuqiu?"
Ning Chunyan sneered: "He is a second-generation Wen, so I naturally have to agree with him? How is this different from that kind of low-IQ identity politics?"
“What did you say?” Ning Chunyan looked up at him.
"I say the little prince is so happy," he said, "'The greatest happiness in life is to be sure that you are loved by others, to love yourself in the most sincere and undeceiving way, or to love us completely without even asking about our true selves... Loving someone is like seeing the glory of God.'"
Ning Chunyan blinked: "Let me guess whose writing this is...Hugo?"
"You are so awesome, it's "Les Misérables.""
"You are also very powerful."
Just when the air became quiet, a rapid ringing of the phone interrupted the silence between the two. Wang Zixu answered the phone, and An Younan's voice came from the other end.
“Hello? Where are you?”
As soon as he picked up the phone, the other party asked in an anxious tone.
Wang Zixu said: "Ning Chunyan and I are here in the billiards room."
"Come to the lounge," An Younan said, "You have to move quickly. You can also come to the Ningchun Banquet."
"What is going on?"
"There is no time to explain, come here You'll know after you do it."
...
When Wang Zixu and Ning Chunyan hurried to the main lounge, they saw An Younan holding the TV remote control tightly and staring at the screen with a solemn expression. As soon as Wang Zixu opened his mouth, she immediately interrupted:
"Don't talk yet, you watch this first."
After saying that, she pressed the play button.
On the TV screen, the host of a certain news investigation column was broadcasting in an alarmist tone:
"Recently, a service called 'speech therapy' has quietly emerged on some online platforms, under the guise of 'mental health' and 'emotional comfort'. In fact, it wanders in the gray area of law and morality, and even evolved into a This is a gray industry with hidden mysteries. After thorough investigation, our reporter revealed the chaotic status quo and potential risks of this industry." The screen turned and the voice chat interface of the mobile app appeared. Although the company logo was mosaic, the familiar interface made the three people present recognize it at a glance - it was the "Wenwen" App.
“The survey found that the core of so-called ‘speech therapy’ services often has nothing to do with healthy and scientific psychological counseling. Some organizations and individuals form so-called ‘literary and ambiguous companies’, in fact, they plan and write a large number of so-called ‘speech scripts’ containing vulgar and ambiguous content, hire a large number of ‘speech therapists’, and communicate with customers through online platforms. ‘One-on-one emotional communication’ is essentially the dissemination and trading of soft pornographic content in order to earn high commissions.
“This kind of behavior of selling dog meat over others’ heads not only seriously misleads consumers, but also has a very bad impact on the online ecology and social atmosphere, especially the physical and mental health of young people. ”
The host cuts into the scene with a serious expression:
"It is worth noting that in this gray industry chain, in order to increase the attractiveness of "services" and customer unit price, some institutions pay special attention to the quality and literary nature of speech.
"For example, a script writer with the pseudonym "Little Prince" was praised by some circles as "beautiful writing" and "emotionally delicate" because of the so-called speech therapy scripts he wrote. Customers and practitioners who indulge in this are regarded as 'literary men'..."
An Younan pressed the pause button and looked back at the stunned Ning Chunyan and Wang Zixu.
After a long period of dead silence, Ning Chunyan seemed to have finally digested the explosive news, and the complicated emotions finally turned into a horrified cry:
"Oh my God... Little Prince! The Little Prince was named?!"
She subconsciously held her head and shook her body slightly, as if it was difficult to accept this reality.
An Younan looked directly at Wang Zixu, his tone was calm but stressful: "What do you think?"
Wang Zixu opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could not make any sound.
His first reaction was not fear or anger, but an extremely realistic and cold thought: it was broken.
I am afraid that the script work for "Wen Huan" has come to an end.
Even, he himself is standing on the edge of great danger.
An Younan seemed to see through his shock and said: "Calm down first, the important point is still behind."
She pressed the play button again.
The frozen host in the screen began to move again:
“In response to this type of so-called ‘high literary’ script, we interviewed Professor Gao, a scholar who has long been concerned about Internet subculture and wishes to remain anonymous. Professor Gao, hello.
Professor Gao with a mosaic in the screen said: “Hello! ”
Moderator: "We have noticed that scripts written by writers like 'The Little Prince' are considered 'beautiful writing' and 'delicate emotions' by some audiences and even peers. What do you think of this evaluation?"
Professor Gao: "From the perspective of text analysis alone, The Little Prince The so-called script pays great attention to the narrative structure, the creation of emotional tension, and the rhetorical charm of the language itself. Some of the writing is not only beautiful, it can be said to be poetic. "
Moderator: "You mean, he does have literary skills"
Professor Gao: "Yes. At the same time, he can accurately capture some of the psychological states of loneliness, anxiety and desire to be understood by modern people in emotional communication, and provide instant virtual satisfaction in a highly literary way. This is on the spiritual level."
Moderator: "You mean, precisely because it is covered with this layer of 'literariness' and 'empathy', it is more tolerable. Is it easy for people to relax their vigilance and even have the illusion that this is a 'high-end emotional product'?" Professor Gao: "Uh... you can understand it this way. What I mean is that this kind of writing can blur the boundaries between pure sensory stimulation and aesthetically charged emotional consumption to a certain extent. This kind of precision and beauty is the reason why it can be regarded as "high-end"..."
Moderator: "Thank you Professor Gao for your analysis. As experts said, literary techniques are used to package the vulgar core. This kind of 'exquisite filth' is more deceptive than straightforward vulgarity. It makes the danger wear a gorgeous coat..."
After this news ended, Ning Chunyan was angry and funny: "Will this host listen to people? This professor obviously didn't mean it. The point is It was an analysis of the phenomenon, but why did it turn into a pure conviction? "
She thought about it for a moment, but with a bit of strange pride, she added: "But... I am curious about which university this Professor Gao is from. His evaluation of the Little Prince's works is actually quite high. You see, even if he is criticizing the program, he has to admit that his strength is extraordinary. "
Unlike Ning Chunyan who still had a literary discussion mentality, An Younan's expression did not soften at all.
Compared with the real money she invested, the focus of the Ning Chun Banquet seemed too "literary".
An Younan took the lead in investing a lot of money in the "Light Talk" project, but has yet to see any returns. The entire industry has been named by such a blockbuster news.
This kind of characterization from the authoritative media is tantamount to the king of hell for industries that wander in the gray area, and their living space is squeezed out in an instant.
Compared to the huge business empire of Xunyi Galaxy, it is an exaggeration to say that this project is just leftovers. Whether to abandon the pawn to save the car or to take risks is already a question that does not need to be thought about.
An Younan was silent for a moment, and the air around him seemed to freeze. Finally, she turned her head and looked directly at Wang Zixu, her tone was calm but with an unquestionable determination:
"I have decided."
She paused and cleared her mind. She said clearly:
“I plan to terminate the ‘Light Chat’ project indefinitely and completely withdraw from the chat industry.”
After saying that, she looked deeply at Wang Zixu.
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