The wind blew through Qingshan Square and quietly touched the orange cake shop at the corner of the road.

"I still don't understand," said the believer. "Why doesn't the little prince let everyone expose his identity outside?"

"Would you like to let people know that you are a verbal therapist, a useless man?"

Because of the Internet celebrity store, there were crowds of people queuing up. The three of them didn’t do it for the limited time linkage, but just came here to shop. After tiring, they each brought a dessert to rest under the parasol outside the house.

The huge sun did not disinfect the poet's mouth. The lost faith turned into a waste in her mouth. He felt the injustice even if he was not from the 985 university.

"I definitely don't want to, but who am I, who is the little prince? If I were the little prince, I would have wished to print 'I am the little prince' on my shirt. I will change eight girlfriends a day, and I will be happy until I grow old."

"What a waste." Du Kezhu rolled his eyes at him, thinking that he was extremely unpromising.

The believer said, "That's it. Look at what the Internet is now. A bunch of women are calling out to give birth to monkeys for the little prince. I really want to pull out their baobab tree.

"You said the little prince himself is not a crooked person. He has neither baldness nor body odor, and he looks quite attractive. If he announces his identity, those women will not jump up and pounce on him?"

The poet wanted to mock him a few words, but then he thought about it, and then he felt that what he said was right. Now the world is indeed like this.

It’s like the internet celebrity store in front of you. The people queuing around now have now gone around for 8 circles, with the tail of the line placed opposite the sidewalk, as if the entire East China Sea was about to come over to see the fun.

The little prince is unique. After he announced his identity, the madness he caused would only be even worse.

Cheng Xing said: "It can only be said that everyone's pursuit is different. The little prince pursues something higher, and the identity of the little prince cannot bring him what he wants."

The believer said: "Maybe my level is too low, and I don't know what the pursuit of a higher level is."

Cheng Xing said: "I didn't mean that. I mean, probably, what he wants to go, or the creative route is serious."

“What is serious creation?”

"Serious creation means that compared to entertainment value, it pays more attention to the ideological value, aesthetic value of the work, and pursues originality and advanced nature. Of course, serious literature and popular literature are not so clear now, but the scripts I posted online are definitely not serious in the literary world."

After saying that, Cheng Xing took a sip of milk tea and continued, "So, after I posted the "Little Prince Love Letter" online, I was criticized by the predecessors in the literary world very badly. I said something about being self-deprecating and sensational, which made people frightened."

The poet held the straw in his mouth: "You have worked hard too. You do these things that are not worthy of compensation without asking for anything in return."

"Who made me destined to be a noble person for him?" Cheng Xing smiled brightly, "I still feel quite glorious."

The believer asked: "Did you do serious creation before?"

"That's right."

"Just because I made a big spy online post, I was criticized?"

"Um."

"No," the believer was a little angry, "You are not allowed to create freely? What's wrong with writing some entertainment when you are serious and tired? I just think they are jealous."

Cheng Xing said: "I don't rule out that those who criticize me are jealous, and I don't judge a gentleman by the heart of a villain. I know the character of two or three of them.

"But there are also Professor Zhong Junmin like this. They simply dislike this frivolous and graceful creative attitude. Their own attitude of academic creation is very rigorous, and I respect them very much.

"It is normal to have different voices in the literary world. What I want to say is that they even criticize me for being useless. If it were the little prince himself, they would definitely be even more unacceptable. If he confessed his identity, he would probably not have the chance to enter the field of serious literature in the future."

The believer opened his mouth: "Their evaluation is so important? Isn't it good to write your own? Why do you care about what others say?"

Cheng Xing smiled bitterly: "After all, he is pointing at others to give awards, so other people's evaluation is of course important."

“What prize?”

"Faishi Literature Award, Excellent Novel Award, Chinese Writer Award... and even Mao Dun Literature Award."

"The little prince may want to win the Mao Dun Literature Award." Du Kezhu suddenly spoke.

"No writer doesn't want to take it."

"There are many writers who have been famous for their time, but few writers can leave their names in history. What he wants is to leave their names in history."

"So I said that he is pursuing something higher." Cheng Xing said.

After hearing this, the believer sat in a daze and suddenly became scared.

He finally realized that he had almost made a big fuss.

If you meet the little prince another day, you still have to wear a helmet.

...

Even Wen Ai's small circle, who most agrees with the little prince, cannot imagine the prince's amazing and arrogant grand goal.

The greatest goal they can think of is the Mao Dun Literature Award. If they were allowed to see Wang Zixu's true thoughts, they would be surprised that he was very bold.

This is why he never tells others his thoughts. He has been called "whimsical" too many times and is not lacking in ridiculous nutrition.

His father was the one who mocked him the most since childhood. When he mentioned that he wanted to study in literature, his father said that no one of the three generations of people in your family was engaged in literature from top to bottom. Do you still want to do literature? Do you have this gene?

Later, he passed the exam and was considered a status with his father. He had less ridicule, and replaced it with Zhang Qian's ridicule. He said that he wanted to earn time, and Zhang Qian also laughed at him for delusion: You still want to earn royalties? What is your educational experience related to literature from kindergarten to university?

Although the woman's contempt was disgusting, Wang Zixu's own incompetence was even more frustrating. Wang Zixu received the first royalty and had already broken up with Zhang Qian for many years. If it weren't for the Xihewen incident, Zhang Qian might not have felt that she was wrong until she died.

Wang Zixu actually doesn't care about ridicule. He has been training for 30 years and has cultivated a armor on his back. What he cares about is Chen Qingluo.

Among everyone's ridicule, only Chen Qingluo's ridicule is particularly gentle and touching, making people miss it.

"You haven't heard of Joyce? I don't know that one of the four founders of the stream of consciousness is one of the four originators?"

"You haven't even read "Outsider"? You have never heard of such a well-known work, which is really hilarious."

"What? You don't even know that Bai Luyuan is in Xi'an? Even if you haven't watched Chen Zhongshi's "Bai Luyuan", you should know this common sense, right?"

She always used her fingers like a white scallion to open her hair, with a expressionless face, but a bit of complacent and playful look in her eyes.

Wang Zixu was always defeated by such a clear and clean gaze, and was said to be incomplete. But he did not feel frustrated in his self-esteem, but instead became more and more courageous in his fight, looking forward to taking her next challenge.

"'Pei Gong's army has not been able to meet Xiang Yu.' This 'Ba Shang' is Bai Luyuan, do you know?" Chen Qingluo said in a low voice.

Wang Zixu lowered his head, stared at the "Hongmen Banquet" in the text, and then looked at the "White Deer Plain" in Chen Qingluo's desk, and felt a wonderful connection - in-class and extracurricular connection, which was magically connected.

"So it turns out that the Ba Shang is Bai Lu Plain? Wouldn't Liu Bang have also been to Bai Lu Plain?"

Chen Qingluo didn't say anything. It was too late when Wang Zixu found out the reason. The Chinese teacher Ruju's eyes fixed on his face, making his hair stand upside down.

"We classmates should not talk about the little things below. Can you understand if you don't listen to the class? Wang Zixu, get up and translate this sentence."

"Pei Gong's troops were stationed in Bailuyuan and hadn't seen Xiang Yu yet..."

"What White Deer Plain? (Knocking on the podium)"

"Teacher, Bashang is the current Bailuyuan..."

"What are you talking nonsense? Where are you reading? Take out the books from your desk!"

The students laughed. Chen Qingluo looked at the wall with her shoulders thrust, and Wang Zixu shouted that she was fooled.

Many years later, Wang Zixu was sorting out local chronicles and found that Bashang was really Bailuyuan.

At that time, he was already in the boring office of the public institution, sitting on the boring desk, with endless reports in the belly of the table. When he suddenly recalled that day, he found that Chen Qingluo was not deliberately cheating him.

Whether there is no literature within three generations or those who are studying majoring in literature, this is all a matter of the prince's power to change.

But it would be very happy to know the knowledge of "Ba Shang is Bai Luyuan". If Chen Qingluo had not mentioned it to him when he was 17 years old, he would not have discovered this cold knowledge in the pile of old papers until 10 years later.

Chen Qingluo always tells him some unknown things, and these unknown knowledge polishes him and changes him.

On the Ba River is next to the Ba River. There is a Ba Bridge on the Ba River and willows beside the Ba Bridge. The ancients like to break willows to say goodbye. Unfortunately, when they parted with Chen Qingluo, they were not as mentioned in the poem. They held hands and looked at each other and were speechless and choked.

If he has the chance, he wants to go to Bailuyuan.

He held the phone, and the screen of the phone stayed on Chen Qingluo's phone page, and his finger joints were pinched until they turned white.

About thirty-three minutes and nine seconds later, he finally made up his psychological construction and called Chen Qingluo.

"Hello."

"Ming, there is something going on in Ningchun Banquet tomorrow, so we only go... Do you have time tomorrow?"

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"have."

"Then, then we'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"good."

The other party simply hung up the phone, and Wang Zixu was a little confused.

Chen Qingluo was so refreshed that he made him doubt his life. When he said something, Chen Qingluo jumped a word from his mouth. Before he could finish speaking, Chen Qingluo agreed completely.

This caused him to even forget to make an appointment with her for a specific meeting time.

He heard the door ringing. Ye Lan came back.

When Wang Zixu walked out the door, Ye Lan was sitting on the sofa cutting her toes.

The socks were stuffed in slippers, the heels were stepped on the toilet paper, and the toilet paper was placed on the coffee table. A pot of popcorn was placed on the coffee table. When Wang Zixu passed by, he saw that her heels were red like unripe tomatoes.

"Aren't you afraid of toenails flying into your popcorn?"

"Oh! I'm afraid I'm afraid! Thanks for reminding me!"

Ye Lan struggled to reach it, but because his legs were too long and his chest was big, he failed to touch the popcorn successfully. He turned to him and said, "Can you help me?"

Wang Zixu helped her get the popcorn away and said, "Why are you buying this?"
To be continued...