On the streamlined body of the jet-black Steinway piano, a gorgeous large crystal chandelier is reflected on the water, and the warm yellow light shines on the dark champagne bottle, stirring in the clear liquid inside the bottle. Hanging on the wall is a Russian

In the landscape paintings of oil painters, the green rural mountains and rivers burst out with infinite vitality, breaking through the constraints of the picture frame and spreading onto the green wall cloth with complicated patterns.

Zhang Qian was lying on the toffee chair. Many white paper balls were thrown on the mirror-smooth marble floor in front of her, and her dried tears were wrapped in them. Behind her was a huge aquarium with several painted animals in it.

The flame shrimp swings its tail limbs and legs leisurely. These shrimps are very authentic and will not turn into Dr. Lobster that can talk. And she lies across the middle of the lobster and toilet paper, like a dividing line.

Looking at it from the perspective of her best friend, the composition is very interesting.

Zhang Qian has been yawning for half an hour, talking over and over again about her ex's bad things, mostly accusing Ning Chunyan. Even her best friend has yawned 5 times at this time, with an average of 6

Once every minute.

"Why is he so disgusting? For some reason, being praised by a talented woman makes my confidence explode. I really feel sick when I see his appearance!"

My best friend secretly yawned again, and finally couldn't help but said: "You know it will make you sick, so why don't you just not go? If you go, it will not only make you feel bad, but it will also give others a clue."

Zhang Qian said: "But I'm really curious if he really hooked up with Ning Chunyan."

"Isn't that the case? It's you who brought it on yourself."

Zhang Qian was indignant: "I don't understand. How did he hook up with Ning Chunyan? And he could still find someone to support him."

My best friend stood up and said, "These two are having an affair."

Zhang Qian took out another piece of toilet paper and blew her nose: "Besides adultery, I can't think of any other reason."

"Yes. This kind of bullshit about talented literary girls, they are all praising each other. But being able to hook up with Ning Chunyan, your ex-boyfriend, is quite impressive."

"Isn't the Ningchun Banquet despicable?" Zhang Qian turned around and asked.

My best friend said rationally: "If there is really adultery, it can only be regarded as love, not despicable."

Zhang Qian glared at her: "Whose best friend are you?"

Her best friend quickly coaxed her: "I'm on your side."

Zhang Qian lowered her head: "Anyone who falls in love with Wang Zixu is despicable."

My best friend didn’t want to be mean but couldn’t help but said, “Didn’t you also talk to him?”

Zhang Qian said: "I don't think it's a conversation, it can only be considered a blind date for a period of time. If I were really emotionally involved, how could I meet him so peacefully?"

My best friend said sincerely: "That's right."

After saying that, my best friend asked again: "But, is that person's writing skills really good? He's even willing to stand up for the Ning Chun Banquet. Can he at least advance to the second round?"

Zhang Qian shook her head: "How high can his level be? I don't know what level he is yet? He was immediately kicked down after entering the second round. Not to mention Ning Chunyan's level is not good either."

My best friend was speechless: "Isn't Ning Chun Banquet good enough?"

"I heard who said that she is not good enough and is not as good as Chen Qingluo," Zhang Qian said. "I will say a few words at the next essay meeting. We can no longer let her be a judge."

"Change to Chen Qingluo." My best friend shouted.

"Yeah. Change it to Chen Qingluo."

…

Chen Qingluo was sitting in the passenger seat of Ning Chunyan. She looked at Ning Chunyan in the driver's seat like she was a child shaking because she went to kindergarten for the first time. Her eyes were a little confused and a little curious.

There is also some joy.

"Your driving skills are a bit inadequate. Your hands are shaking," Chen Qingluo said.

Ning Chunyan lost the steering wheel: "Here you go."

Chen Qingluo said: "I haven't gotten my driver's license yet."

"Then you have the nerve to tell me!"

"I failed my third class three times."

"Section 3? Wouldn't it be easier to pass if you practice more?"

"I'm frustrated. I don't want to practice anymore."

"You are hopeless."

Ning Chunyan parked the car at the gate of the campus. The garden was full of greenery, and the vitality stretched out from the iron fence of the campus yard. The streets were busy with traffic, and it was still the scenery of the old days.

Of course, it wasn't that old for Ning Chunyan, she had only left school for less than a week.

"How long has it been since you returned to your alma mater?" Ning Chunyan asked.

Chen Qingluo thought for a while and said, "It's been a long time, I don't count that kind of time."

Ning Chunyan said: "Why are you so not nervous?"

Chen Qingluo said: "You don't need a reason not to be nervous, but you need a reason to be nervous. So, why are you so nervous?"

"What if I get rejected!?"

Chen Qingluo shrugged: "That would be even more embarrassing for Wang Zixu."

The two got out of the car and lingered at the school gate for a while. Soon an unknown student ran over, wearing a clean white shirt and smiling brightly:

"Is it Senior Sister Ning?"

"Ah, uh..."

"I'm your fan! Can you sign your autograph for me?"

"Sorry, I didn't bring a pen...'

Ning Chunyan was in an embarrassing situation, and Chen Qingluo was watching with gloating. When she finally finished signing the boy's clothes, Chen Qingluo said quietly from the side:

"Tell me, if I resell your autographs, can I make a fortune? Talented woman Ning."

Ning Chunyan glared at her resentfully. Before she could speak, a voice suddenly sounded from behind her:

"Excuse me, is this Senior Chen Qingluo? I am your fan, can you sign your autograph for me?"

Chen Qingluo turned around like a puppet on strings and stammered: "I, I didn't, I didn't bring a pen."

"I have."

Ning Chunyan leaned into Chen Qingluo's ear and said, "You should resell your own first."

Both of them were wearing relatively cool clothes today. Ning Chunyan wore a sleeveless jacket and denim shorts, while Chen Qingluo wore a college-style short-sleeved shirt and an over-the-knee skirt. Because of their figures, they looked very eye-catching when they stood together.

Being looked at twice.

Ning Chunyan said: "I suddenly remembered that we haven't told Wang Zixu about this yet."

Chen Qingluo said: "He has no need to know. If he knew that we were helping him, it would be a bit weird."

"But he has to be mentally prepared, right?"

Chen Qingluo agreed that she should call Wang Zixu. After the call was connected, Wang Zixu just listened to Ning Chunyan in silence and did not express any opinions.

Finally, Wang Zixu said: "Thank you very much for doing so much for me."

Ning Chunyan said carelessly: "I don't want to thank you for my kindness. Just keep it in your heart. I don't expect you to repay me. I just want you to maintain this purity of literature in the future."

Wang Zixu said: "If you don't succeed in the end, then get out as soon as possible, don't worry about it anymore, and just pretend that nothing happened, so as not to have an impact on yourself."

Ning Chunyan said: "Thank you, but you should consider your own situation at that time."

"It's just a change of environment to write in."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Qingluo curled her lips: "Why are you pretending to be cool?"

Ning Chunyan looked at her challengingly: "You mean I'm cool, right?"

"I told him."

…

Wang Zixu hung up the phone, and Ye Lan asked from the passenger seat: "Ning Cainnu has arrived at Nanjing University? In other words, she is in the East China Sea at the moment?"

"Yes."

Ye Lan said: "Then why didn't you tell her that we are also in the East China Sea? Maybe we can meet each other!"

Wang Zixu turned the steering wheel: "Even if we are in the same city, we are at least ten kilometers away from her. The East China Sea is so huge that it is so big that it is impossible to call it a foreign land, and old friends are lost in it."

Ye Lan listened in confusion: "Although I don't know what you are talking about, but later we will take the poet back to Nanda to pick up things. Maybe we will meet on the road. Why don't we make an appointment for dinner?"

Wang Zixu said: "No, although people I know say that it happens to be a lot of people from Nanda, but I don't like the intersection of my two circles."

The poet was chewing gum at the back of the car: "Have you ever asked your two circles for their opinions? Maybe they want to interact?"

"No, you don't want to."

The four people in the car, Wang Zixu, Ye Lan, Cheng Xing and the Innocence Poet, were on their way to the East China Sea. They were going to do something that had been postponed for a long time - to discuss the publication of the physical book of "The Little Prince's Love Letter".

Wang Zixu drove Ye Lan's car. Originally, Wang Zixu didn't want to be present in person, as that would increase the probability of the little prince's identity being exposed, but he was not present in person and asked Cheng Xing to pass the message on his behalf. Many things were not easy to discuss, so he went in person this time.

Came over.

Ye Lan and Cheng woke up to prove for him that he was indeed the little prince himself - after all, there are very few people on this planet who can prove who the little prince himself is.

The poet, on the other hand, is just here to help. She is still in her first year of college this year, and it is not yet time for vacation. She plans to go back to school to say hello and deal with some things.
To be continued...