The eldest girl is wearing a light green sleeveless shirt and a pair of denim shorts on her lower body today. She has no makeup or any jewelry. Her hair is long and straight, her eyes are very bright, and her gaze is very serious. She is not looking at the world seriously.

Instead, she looked inward at her spiritual world, thinking about something. As she gradually approached, Wang Zixu felt a dull pain in his chest.

Ning Chunyan admired the bewildered Wang Zixu and thought it was great not to tell him in advance. Ants on a hot pot are not something you get to see every day.

Chen Qingluo walked to the car and noticed someone in the passenger seat. She looked inward and her eyes finally began to cast their eyes toward the world outside her body. Then she found Wang Zixu sitting in the car. She stood there numbly and rubbed her eyes with her hands.

Ning Chunyan lowered the car window on Wang Zixu's side: "What are you doing standing still? Get in the car?"

She did not tell Wang Zixu that a Chen Qingluo was about to arrive in the car, nor did she tell Chen Qingluo that a new Wang Zixu would be on the car, so Wang Zixu was not the only ant on the hot pot.

Chen Qingluo lowered her head, walked quickly to the back seat, opened the car door, stood and thought for a few seconds, then closed the door again, came to the passenger door, and opened the passenger door like opening a chicken coop before killing a chicken.

.

"come out."

The prince huddled in his seat, staring at Chen Qingluo's white neck in a daze.

Ning Chunyan asked: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to sit in the passenger seat."

Wang Zixu got out of the car without saying a word, watched Chen Qingluo get into the car, closed the door for her, and then sat in the back seat of her own accord.

Ning Chunyan watched helplessly as the two of them were so silent that they seemed to have a tacit understanding, and said, "Why do you want to drive him out? Can't you just sit in the back seat?"

Chen Qingluo looked forward: "I want to sit in the passenger seat."

Ning Chunyan said: "You don't want to chat with me. I still want to chat with him to relieve my boredom."

Chen Qingluo reiterated her position: "I want to sit in the passenger seat."

Ning Chunyan said: "By the way, let me introduce to you, this person is the author of "A Safe Road Ahead". Don't you like this work very much? You also argued hard for this work. You just arrived

The person in the back seat is the author who won the award yesterday. You two must have been friends for a long time, right? Today we finally officially met."

Chen Qingluo closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then said:

"I want to sit in the passenger seat."

"No one is talking about this topic anymore, thank you."

Ning Chunyan was greatly surprised by Chen Qingluo's incompetence. She had stood up for Wang Zixu many times before, offering suggestions and efforts. According to her character, it was only reasonable for her to blackmail him for a meal when they met today.

, but she turned out to be indifferent.

Ning Chunyan looked back at Wang Zixu: "Let me also introduce to you, this willful and self-willed eldest lady who only thinks about herself and not others is Chen Qingluo. The reason why your manuscript was shortlisted is because she came up with it

idea. She gave you an award yesterday. How do you feel when you see her today?"

The prince said weakly: "Let her sit in the passenger seat."

"Okay, no need to say more, let her sit in the passenger seat. Sit, sit, sit. That's enough."

Ning Chunyan started the car. After driving for a while, there were three people in the car, but it was strangely silent. Only the sound of the engine could be heard.

Just when Ning Chunyan felt that the atmosphere was getting weirder and weirder, Chen Qingluo said:

"Although the manuscript of "The Road Ahead Is Safe" is okay, it is a bit conservative in terms of structure and the techniques are very traditional. It's just that the other parts are more polished, so it can barely be said to be okay."

Ning Chunyan looked troubled: "Qingluo, the author is sitting in the back. Isn't it a bit strange for you to discuss it with me like this?"

Chen Qingluo was unmoved, as if she had not heard her words, and continued: "So I am very confused, hasn't the author dabbled in any modern novelists? Hasn't he read Kafka and Faulkner?

"

Ning Chunyan was speechless and said, "Zizixu, did you hear that? Teacher Chen Qingluo said that you haven't read Kafka and Faulkner. Have you read them?"

Wang Zixu said: "I have read it. Of course I have. In fact, I initially considered writing a more modern version of this issue. I tried to write a version and showed it to a friend of mine. After reading it, she said she couldn't understand it. Considering the competition

Due to the nature and readers' taste, I was afraid that the manuscript would not pass the test, so I changed it to what it is now, with a more traditional narrative method. However, the length also became longer."

Ning Chunyan turned to Chen Qingluo and said, "Yes. That's what the author said."

Chen Qingluo made a cool "hum" and said: "If the author thought this way, it can't be wrong. When Yu Hua wrote "Going Away at the Age of Eighteen", he was also regarded as a pioneer writer, but what he wrote later

The stuff is not avant-garde at all, but every book is more famous than "Traveling at the Age of Eighteen". But the author should pay attention not to go too far. Too many distracting thoughts will affect the creation."

Ning Chunyan said to Wang Zixu: "Did you hear? Teacher Chen Qingluo's teachings."

Wang Zixu said: "I think I may have too low self-esteem. I have been trying without results, so I have more and more distracting thoughts and become more and more depressed. Of course, this is not self-pity. Please help me thank Teacher Chen Qingluo, I will

Remember this."

Ning Chunyan said to him: "Why don't you thank her directly? Isn't she just sitting here?"

Chen Qingluo said to Ning Chunyan: "I think everything is difficult at the beginning. He has won some honors for his short story this time, and I heard that it has been featured in "Yangtze River". Next, he can actually try to write a full-length novel. Only by writing long-form works can he lay the foundation for

The status of an author.”

Ning Chunyan wanted to scratch his head with both hands: "No, why do you ask me to deliver the message? You can talk on your own!"

The two of them were obviously sitting in the same car, but they were both talking to her. If it weren't for the blocking function in reality, she would have thought that the two of them couldn't see each other.

She originally thought that Wang Zixu was the only one with autism, but she didn't expect that Chen Qingluo was also autistic.

She almost doubted whether these two people were both 30 years old. Their childish behavior of talking to each other in the distance was as youthful as if they had just turned eighteen.

Wang Zixu said: "I plan to write a long article next."

He neither answered Ning Chunyan, nor did he seem to be talking to Chen Qingluo, but seemed to be talking to himself. Chen Qingluo also did not express an opinion, and the air in the car fell into a strange silence again.

After a long time, Chen Qingluo cleared her throat, looked forward, and her tone of voice became high and low: "At least, you must publish a work of more than 150,000 words to officially enter the creative threshold."

She was like a patient who was finally able to walk slowly on his own after a series of rehabilitation exercises. She was holding on to the wall and moving forward cautiously. She was trying to establish a direct dialogue with Wang Zixu.

Why wasn't Wang Zixu nervous? He simply couldn't believe that he could still have a direct conversation with Chen Qingluo after 12 years. Because of such a long gap in time, he couldn't figure out the positions of both parties, and he couldn't figure out the appropriateness of the conversation.

His rehabilitation exercises were not done well either.

Ning Chunyan was the only person in the car who was not scheming. She gave up sending messages to the two of them. They just chatted and started a new topic: "By the way, Wang Zixu, you took the Xihe Wenhui title yesterday.

Ming, has your wife gone to see you? Why didn’t you see your wife?”

As soon as these words were spoken, Ning Chunyan felt the temperature on her right side drop sharply. Wang Zixu said, "She didn't go."

"Your wife didn't even see the scene of you winning the award? Oh my, that's showing your face in front of the people of the city. Wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't see it?"

Wang Zixu said: "It's okay. I told her on the phone that she is not familiar with the literary world and is far away from literature. It's enough for her to know that this happens and she doesn't care much about it."

Ning Chunyan said: "Why don't you care? You must not have explained to your wife the value of this first prize."

Wang Zixu said dullly: "I really didn't explain much. But after I told her there was a bonus of 100,000 yuan, she was very excited."

After hearing this, Ning Chunyan felt a chill in her heart. She thought about Wang Zixu lending her money. She expected that Wang Zixu's wife valued the bonus so much, so her family life must not be luxurious, so she asked:

"Hey, have you discussed with your wife about lending me 800,000 yuan? How about I return the 800,000 yuan to you?"

Wang Zixu said: "Don't worry, my family still has enough savings. Now the bank interest rate is not good, and there is no way to invest. I have so much money in my hand that I don't know what to do. Even if I don't lend it to you, I will just buy some random things."

Financial products. Don’t worry.”

After this period of operation, Wang Zixu made a lot of money from royalties from literary works and novels.

In addition to the 800,000 that he lent to Ning Chunyan, he now has nearly 300,000 in savings. This is enough. If he pays his wife on time in the name of royalties, he can pay for it for a long, long time.

If he didn't lend it to Ning Chunyan, he would have such money lying on his account. If his wife found out, he wouldn't know how to explain it.

Ning Chunyan is still a little worried: "But I have no confidence in the profitability of my magazine."

Wang Zixu said: "You have to give it a try before you know. If you lose too much, just quit in time and stop doing it. With your income, you should not be able to pay back the money."

Ning Chunyan said: "That's for sure. I will pay back your money no matter what."

"Don't worry. I'll be happy if I can help you."

Ning Chunyan said sincerely: "You are a good person."

"Thank you. You are a good person too."

Chen Qingluo coughed several times and said in a dry voice: "Then who... lent you money?"

"Why did you change to 'that who'? That is Wang Zixu, my good brother."

Chen Qingluo rolled her eyes at the roof of the car: "If you have money, you are a good brother."

"If you become the editor-in-chief of our magazine, you will also be my good sister."

"Not rare."

Ning Chunyan turned to Wang Zixu and said: "But fortunately, Xihe TV should have a rebroadcast of yesterday's award ceremony. You were also on the local news, and your wife will definitely be able to see it."

Chen Qingluo said: "Well, I can see a lot of people criticizing him."

"What?"

Chen Qingluo took out her mobile phone: "Didn't you read the news comments? They were posted on the public account. There are a lot of people there who are weird."

"Yeah?"

Wang Zixu silently took out his mobile phone and opened Xihe's official account. Sure enough, he saw the news about the awards ceremony at yesterday's literary conference.

I clicked on it to read the comments, but found that it was okay. It was not as exaggerated as Chen Qingluo said. Most of the comments were "good", "like" and "support" without nutrition.
To be continued...