"He lives in Yunchi Villa. You go and visit him, be polite and talk to him. Sometimes you have to do more than poetry. Competition is a competition, and human relationships are human relationships. It is better to dissolve enemies than to end them. You go and find him now.

If we talk to him, maybe our relationship with him will be different?"

"Yeah?"

"Really, go meet him." Xiao Mengyin suggested seriously, "A person of his level will always have some airs. It will be difficult for him to come to you, but it will be easy for you to go to him."

Maybe, he still wants you to go find him."

…

I have to admit that Xiao Mengyin's suggestion is indeed very tempting. But all night, all Wang Zixu could think about was the collection of the National Library.

"A work lasts forever, a book will be passed down forever." This standard marketing slogan was spoken by Xiao Mengyin half-jokingly, but it was burned into his heart like a cigarette butt burning a hole in the carpet.

, and I can never give it up from now on.

An honor that occurs once every 20 years is 20 times rarer than the Nobel Prize in Literature and 5 times rarer than the Olympic Games. Being honored means being famous in history, and may not be remembered like Cao Xueqin, but in any case, it can leave something behind.

No Chinese can be tempted like this.

He suddenly became very agitated, and he could even understand Shi Tonghe's persecution of him at this time.

Because of this, he stayed up almost all night. In the second half of the night, he was half asleep and half awake. He had some dreams that were half clear and half confused. They might not be dreams, but just his random thoughts.

At 10 o'clock in the morning the next day, the phone rang like a reminder. As if it gave him a hammer, he jumped out of bed and answered the phone. Ning Chunyan's angry accusation came from the other end:

"Didn't you agree to come out today? I've been waiting for you for an hour! What are you doing, Wang Zixu? Do you want to let me go?"

Only then did Wang Zixu remember, oh, yesterday we had an appointment to rehearse with Ning Chunyan, how to apologize to Chen Qingluo during the rehearsal.

He quickly got dressed and went out, driving all the way until he saw the angry Ning Chunyan under the Xiaonanmen Overpass.

Today she is wearing a long sky blue woolen coat with a cross-collared white waisted dress underneath. The coat is solemn and expensive at first glance, and the dress inside is pure white and looks very...

Refreshing, the snow-white skin is exposed on the chest, lined with a sparkling pearl pendant.

Wang Zixu looked at it from a distance, thinking that if it "feels" to have a smell, it should have the same scent as the opera macaron, the one sprinkled with almond powder and icing sugar, sweet and refreshing.

When I got closer and smelled it, I realized it was a certain brand of morning dew fragrance. It was different from what I imagined, but it was still fragrant.

"Look, luckily you came to the rehearsal. What if you had to go directly to Qingluo to apologize? If you came up more than an hour late, the game would fail at the start, and Qingluo would have to kill you." Ning Chunyan said angrily.

He complained, "It's so cold!"

"Qingluo can't be that stupid. She waited for 20 minutes and saw that I didn't come, so she went home directly."

"I called you Qingluo, why are you calling me nonsense?" After Ning Chunyan finished speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong, "Wait a minute, you think I'm stupid?"

"I mean," Wang Zixu quickly changed his words, "she can't be that kind."

After saying that, Ning Chunyan's expression still showed that she was dissatisfied, and Wang Zixu continued to change her words: "Gentle? Kind? Kind? Kind, kind? Grand, broad-minded, beautiful, intellectual, elegant and touching..."

Ning Chunyan was finally satisfied and tugged on his clothes: "Look what you are wearing. Fortunately, you came to rehearsal today. You are dressed like this and you don't take it seriously at all. Qingluo doesn't want to talk to you after seeing it."

Well, the apology success rate dropped by 78 percentage points.”

Wang Zixu lowered his head and looked at his clothes: "It's okay. I have a top and pants. I'm well-dressed in everything."

"I think you have a good mind." Ning Chunyan looked disgusted, "Forget it, let's go to Qingshan Square first."

Wang Zixu asked: "Aren't you buying office supplies?"

"You are stupid. I asked you to go out to buy office supplies. Of course, you can't just buy office supplies. After you have finished the matter three times, five times, five times and two times, what chance do you have to apologize to her? Stop talking nonsense and just come with your sister."
Chapter completed!