After Wang Zixu left, only Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan were left in the private room.

Ye Lan turned to look at Zuo Ziliang: "Do you think he can do it?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "He is a little prince. How could he not be good?"

Ye Lan said: "You know, in fact, the most critical part of your plan is not that the other party believes that he is the little prince. It is that while the other party believes that he is the little prince, he is not disillusioned yet."

She blinked. She was a woman, so she knew that women are easily disappointed.

For example, she was disappointed when she learned that Wang Zixu was a useless clerk who cared about his wife's thoughts. The little prince she imagined was cooler than this.

Zuo Ziliang said: "He is a little prince."

Ye Lan said: "But he doesn't even dare to meet the opposite sex."

Zuo Ziliang said: "He is a little prince."

Ye Lan said: "Aren't you afraid that he will tell the other party during chat that he has a wife? As long as the other party knows this, the little prince's charm value will instantly return to zero, no matter how talented he is."

Zuo Ziliang looked at her: "He is the little prince..."

…

Wang Zixu knew that in fact, all the difficulties in front of him were not difficult at all. The only one who was really sad was his own situation. It is easy to break the thief in the mountain, but it is difficult to break the thief in the heart.

In the evening, when he came home, his wife was lying on the bed applying a facial mask. He crept over and tried to lie down on the bed, but his wife kicked him away with her feet.

"Don't come up here. You haven't even taken a shower. You're so dirty."

"I'll just go to bed and have a word with you."

"Can't you wash it first and then say no?"

"I want to say it now, but I won't want to say it after I wash it off."

"Isn't that just right?"

Wang Zixu stood against the wall and said, "Then I will stand here and say it."

His wife didn't look at him: "Whatever you want."

The prince opened his mouth, and suddenly his brain short-circuited. He felt like he was standing in front of a big white wall, like those people who committed gangster crimes in period dramas confessing their crimes, and the emotions that had been brewing for a long time were interrupted.

In the end, he could only ask in a very ungrateful way: "If I have a project that can make a lot of money, and I can make a lot of money just by writing it, do you think I should do it?"

When the wife heard "a lot of money", she immediately got up from the bed and said, "Do it? Why not do it?"

"Then what if that thing is not very decent?"

"Is it possible to be decent without money?"

The wife said something very heart-wrenching, but she seemed still upset after saying it. She grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at Wang Zixu. The pillow hit the white wall and fell to the floor.

"Zixu, let me ask you, your wife works hard in a flower shop every day to make money. She has been married for more than five years and is so poor that she doesn't even dare to have children. Others have begun to wonder if you have no sexual function. Are you decent enough?

How old are you, and you are still thinking about respectability, are you short-sighted?"

Wang Zixu's eyes were evasive: "Not only is it disrespectful, it's also a bit immoral."

The wife lost some of her anger and asked: "Are you opening a casino? Are you a pimp? Or are you cheating and robbing a bank?"

Wang Zixu said: "That's not the case."

"Did you harm others or deceive others?"

"No, it's all voluntary, and it's not illegal."

"Isn't that enough?" The wife lay back, "Who is that guy downstairs? He had an affair during marriage. His mistress gave birth to a son for him, and immediately drove his wife and daughter to live in the basement. Everyone knows that, and you say what you said to him when you see him.

Ever since he paid to help repair the elevator, everyone praised him as a good man. You, don’t always think about things that you have and don’t have. Make money, in this era, only with money can you be moral."

The prince was thoughtful.

At night, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room. There were no lights in the living room, and only the TV gave off a faint light. Outside the window, the road illuminated by the street lights formed a golden river, and the tires of passing vehicles made tiny white noise. The TV was muted and playing "

Animal World".

The wolves were running on the grassland, taking light steps, and their gray-black hair trembled in the wind. One wolf turned its head, its dark green eyes shining brightly, and stared into Wang Zixu's eyes.

I am fluid. Zuo Ziliang said.

A gentleman is like a leopard. So says the Book of Changes.

Those who want to stay clean among the world must know that they can wash themselves with dirty water. So said Zarathustra.

All instincts of animals are directed toward survival, and this instinct has nothing to do with morality. It should be noted that humans are also a type of animal. Zhao Zhongxiang said this.

Wang Zixu felt that he should completely open himself up and accept the baptism of the real world. He needed to accept the animal side of himself.

Kindness is the advantage of human beings. Fierceness is the advantage of animals.

The mobile phone on the sofa next to me kept dinging, and messages from Zuo Ziliang were sent one after another:

【Your speech therapist account has been created.】

[The name is called Little Prince. This is a very good name.]

[Remember, forget that you are married, forget everything, drop the burden and become fluid.]

【From now on, for this day only, you are the man who belongs to all the women in the world.】

【Pluck them all out, all the baobabs in your heart.】

Wang Zixu picked up the phone.

…

Ning Chunyan put down her phone.

She lost all her strength and fell on the bed, her hair spread out, as if she was sleeping among blooming flowers.

She agreed to Boss Wen Ai's request. She didn't know if she was doing the right thing.

All she knew was that after reading the script of The Little Prince, the thought in her mind became clearer and clearer: this matter needed to be settled.

Meeting the little prince may be the end of the ending, or it may become the starting point. But she can't control it. She only knows that she urgently needs to meet now.

Just like in "Kafka on the Shore", Nakata Satoshi suddenly felt that he needed to find the "Entrance Stone". There is no particularly clear reason. You can only understand it as destiny.

She had no emotions. Even when she threatened to report, she had no emotions. She just rationally analyzed that this could give herself more leverage, so she threatened. She actually didn't want to report.

But she needs to talk to the little prince. That is the "entrance" to her life.

So she looks forward to tomorrow.

…

Tomorrow has arrived.

When Wang Zixu got off work, he held his cell phone in his arms, just like Fanka secretly holding a letter to his grandfather.

Both Zuo Ziliang and Ye Lan sent him a lot of messages. One told him not to be too nervous, and the other asked him if he wanted to see the chat records of other speech therapists.

He ignored them. He returned to the yard, walked around the pieces of dog poop, sat down at the same place in the fitness equipment area, lit a Big Harvest, took two strong puffs, until it reached his lungs, and gently put the cigarette butt against it.

At the top of the long Stegosaurus tail, the cigarette butt was sucked up smoothly.

Time is up.

He turned on his mobile phone and opened the Wenyan app. An order application appeared on the screen, and he clicked OK.

Almost at the same time, the message came over.

Qiu Ge: [Hello, I am Qiu Ge.]

He reached out and picked out the words.

【I am the little prince.】

【How do you prove that you are the little prince?】

[I can’t prove it myself. Because it’s easy for everyone to pretend to be someone else, but it’s hard to be yourself.]

【I believe you are the little prince.】

Wang Zixu leaned on the squatting machine and breathed a sigh of relief.

After getting married, for many years, he had no contact with anyone of the opposite sex, let alone such heart-to-heart conversations. He never even showed his male side in front of other members of the opposite sex to avoid getting into trouble.

Qiu Ge: [I'm a little sorry to talk to you in this way. But I want to know you. I want to know what you do, what you like to eat, what hairstyle you wear, what clothes you wear, and what books you read. I want to know

Close to your world.]

Little Prince: [I'm sorry. This is not within the scope of our agreement. I can't tell you who I am.]

Qiu Ge: [Then what’s the point of us chatting like this? Talk, then leave, forget, and never see each other again.]

Little Prince: [You can understand me from now on, from every word I say.]

After finishing speaking, he remembered Zuo Ziliang's words and added:

【I will also understand you. From every word you say.】

Qiu Ge: [Okay, I take it seriously. I am very happy. Really.]

Qiu Ge: [I am a literary bastard. I write some very pretentious and sour words. I easily get high marks, receive good reviews, serve as model essays, and then appear in newspapers. People expect me to write more wonderful stories.

Word.】

Wang Zixu's hands were shaking a little: [You are not a bastard. That means you are excellent.]

Qiu Ge: [I am not excellent. Only I know that I am a bastard. I only have one or two drops of juice every year. If you squeeze it out, it may look wonderful at first glance, but there are only one or two drops. 】

Wang Zixu: [Then let one or two drops come out every year.]

Autumn Song: [Don’t you despise it? You always have such abundant juice, no, you are not the juice, you are the river. It flows endlessly.]

Wang Zixu: [What can I despise? Even one or two drops are precious to you.]

Qiu Ge: [You are very gentle. Just talking to you makes my juice flow out. But it is very comfortable and warm.]
Chapter completed!