Wang Zixu felt that Ning Chunyan's brain circuit was unusual. But he was a mature married man. Mature married men were not as knowledgeable as unmarried girls.

"What do you want from me?"

"I just want to tell you that you act too lightly and act lightly. You should act lightly."

Ning Chunyan was leaning against the car window, wearing sunglasses on her head. The engine was very loud, and she had to raise her volume to drown out the noise.

Wang Zixu asked: "What do you mean?"

"I just thought about the reason why you have never submitted a manuscript. You regard the literary world as a bit too sacred, which puts a lot of psychological pressure on you. In fact, submitting a manuscript is very easy. You have to just play with it and play with it.

, just got on. That’s how I got on "September"."

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly and whispered: "But everything in my life has never been easy..."

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

In fact, Ning Chunyan heard it. She just couldn't understand the concept of Wang Zixu's uneasiness. Finally she said:

"Then I can only hope that in the days to come, you will be treated gently by the world."

"Stop. That's pretty disgusting."

Maybe it's because he comes from a single-parent family, and the world has been ferocious in his eyes since he was a child. It's disgusting to suddenly say that he needs to be gentle to him after living like this until he is 30 years old.

It might as well keep being ferocious, baring its fangs at him, drooling, ugly and greedy, so that he could flatten its nose with a punch without any psychological burden. Even if it was just in his imagination.

Wang Zixu turned to look at her: "Do you really want to start a magazine?"

Ning Chunyan nodded: "Yes. I have been thinking about it for many days."

"Why do you suddenly want to start a magazine?"

"Probably, I suddenly found my life goal." Ning Chunyan said, "'Xiao Ning, Xiao Ning, you can't go on doing nothing anymore'. Similar thoughts."

Wang Zixu said: "Xiao Ning, you should just go on doing nothing. If you do something, you will easily go bankrupt."

"Oh!"

Ning Chunyan smiled contemptuously, raised her head and showed her arrogant and smooth neck to him, with an expression like a swan: "Is it because my sister is joking with you every day, and you don't know what my sister is capable of? My sister still has some charisma in the literary world!"

"Who is sister?"

"It's me!"

"I believe in your appeal, but I don't believe in your business ability."

"As long as I can find someone with business capabilities."

Wang Zixu said: "I just heard you talking about the little prince. Who is the little prince?"

Ning Chunyan turned her head proudly: "You don't understand even if I tell you."

"I'm sure I can understand what you said."

Maybe it was an illusion, Ning Chunyan's face turned a little red: "It's my idol! Okay!"

Wang Zixu asked: "Do you want to start a magazine for your idol?"

Ning Chunyan said: "Isn't it okay to chase stars?"

Wang Zixu said: "Your idol will think your behavior is quite silly."

"It's not all about chasing stars. It's just that my ideals have been touched." Ning Chunyan said in a very low voice. Wang Zixu didn't hear clearly.

She raised her head: "By the way, did you really delete the manuscript of your article "Wild Weeds"?"

"Deleted."

"What about that?" Ning Chunyan scratched his face, "I accidentally took your manuscript with me and forgot to return it to their editorial office."

Wang Zixu suddenly turned his head: "You're just saying it now?"

Ning Chunyan waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm too lazy to go back now. I'll help you copy it to the computer when I go home and send it to them electronically. It's better for you to keep a copy in the future, even if it's electronic

version."

Wang Zixu's eyes became gentle, and he felt that he was really being treated gently by the world.

Ning Chunyan asked again: "Are you considering submitting it to other magazines?"

"Didn't you say you don't allow multiple submissions for the same draft?"

"It's okay. If you vote for a small magazine like "Xihe Literature and Art" with a circulation of less than a thousand, it won't affect anything," Ning Chunyan said, "I suggest you vote for "Mountain City". If you can be published in "Mountain City", you

You can walk across the Xihe River."

Wang Zixu said: "Okay, I will consider giving it a try. However, it is more comfortable to walk upright."

Ning Chunyan put a lot of fuel into the car, and when he drove five meters ahead of Wang Zixu, he stretched out his head and said to him: "There is an essay competition in Xihe recently. Please pay attention."

Wang Zixu had heard that the competition was organized with the theme of "dreams" and was organized by the Propaganda Department and the Cultural Association. He thought he was too negative and felt unsuitable to participate.

"Are you participating?" Wang Zixu asked her.

"Participate," Ning Chunyan said, "I am the judge."

After saying that, the engine hummed and the Porsche sped away. Wang Zixu thought again of the first day he met her, the same street, the same weather, this moment was just like that moment.

He actually didn't have any serious thoughts about the Ning Chun Banquet. Just like "The Dancing Girl of Izu" and "An Evening with a Drunken Spring Breeze", the male and female protagonists in the stories met by chance and had a very beautiful encounter, but that was all.

In this world, you know, there are some short-lived people who will never interact with you more in this life. They will just be together for a while, and then be forgotten in the world. Many years later, maybe you will recall this person, and a faint sense of loss like an orchid will appear in your heart.

, thinking greedily in my heart, why didn’t I spend more time with him?

Wang Zixu found a tree branch on the ground that was bent just right. It might have fallen from the camphor tree on the roadside. He picked it up, pulled out the excess branches, made a straight branch, and held it in his hand as if it were a handful.

Bizen Nagabune's tachi.

"The four seas are churning with anger and clouds, and the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder. We must wipe out all harmful insects and become invincible!"

The mature married man swung his long knife while chanting, and cut off the stem of a weed on the roadside. His posture was cool and neat. Before being noticed by passers-by, he threw the knife on the ground and ran away.

…

In the evening, Ning Chunyan put on anti-blue light glasses. She used her orchid fingers to gently push the glasses to the bridge of her nose. She was extremely elegant. The person in the mirror was intellectual and beautiful, and she was extremely satisfied.

She put the cold brew coffee and Wang Zixu's manuscript on her desk. The manuscript was thick and 30,000 words in weight. It might take several hours to record it word for word on the computer.

Ning Chunyan felt that she was so great for being willing to spend a few precious hours of her life for someone she had only met twice. She secretly thought to herself, that married prince, you are just for your sister's.

You may be moved to tears by your great kindness.

Ning Bingru walked in and frowned: "What kind of coffee should I drink at night?"

Ning Chunyan covered her mouth and yawned slightly: "An extra class."

"Writing a paper?"

"...Well, we'll discuss the paper later."

Ning Bingru picked up the manuscript next to her, read a paragraph, and her eyes lit up: "Did you write this?"

"No, someone else wrote it. I find it interesting and would like to help submit it to "Mountain City"."

She looked back at her father: "What do you think?"

Ning Bingru nodded and said, "I read the first few paragraphs. Is this friend of yours from a major?"

Ning Chunyan shook his head: "Ye Luzi has a great memory and amazing talent. He is just a bit old."

Ning Bingru put the manuscript back: "You copy it first, and I'll take a look at it tomorrow."

After her father went out, the room returned to silence. Ning Chunyan flexed her fingers. When the computer opened the text software, she checked her phone for a while. After 3 minutes, she turned around to get the manuscript.

The moment her hand touched the manuscript, she felt as if her whole body was electrified. She stayed there, and her heart rate suddenly soared to a very high level.

After my father put the manuscript down, the papers were folded together, and the word "Prince" was hidden on the line where the author signed it.

After a full minute, Ning Chunyan felt that her soul returned to her body. She picked up the manuscript and exposed the covered part, revealing the complete name of "Zixu".

Ning Chunyan smiled in relief: "What!"
Chapter completed!