Just now, the two of them couldn't talk to each other, and Lin Feng's tongue felt bitter in his mouth. Now when he started chatting with Wang Zixu, he didn't want to let him go, and said:

"Brother, I have been thinking about the book "Wild Weeds" written by you. It is really well written."

Wang Zixu said: "It's too much praise."

Lin Feng said: "I didn't feel it at the time when I watched it. I just felt it was quite heavy and heart-wrenching. To tell you the truth, I actually didn't like it when I first watched it. I had the urge to put it down several times. Because of you.

The writing is so realistic. The misfortune of middle-aged people's marriage life and the dissipation of love are all too real and heavy. But now that I think about it, the bitterness has begun to turn into sweetness."

Wang Zixu was very happy to be praised, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "I just wanted to write it more tragically, so that the impact would be stronger."

"It's too strong. So it's too bitter." Lin Feng said, "When you wrote this article, did you draw on a lot of real life?"

Wang Zixu said: "No."

In fact, there is. But out of protection for his wife, he cannot admit it.

The change in the image of the wife in the novel is very heartbreaking. At the same time, if you put yourself in the shoes of the protagonist, you will feel a severe squeeze. This will make people feel disgusted with the image of the wife.

He considered that after the novel is published, it will inevitably be read by people he knows. If people connect his wife with the wife in the novel intentionally or unintentionally, they will definitely criticize his wife. This is something he absolutely does not want to see.

of.

Lin Feng said: "Actually, when I see the wife in your novel, I can think of my own wife countless times. Alas, it's not her fault. It's just that it's hard to speak out."

Wang Zixu raised his glass: "Marriage is like this. It is not only the union of two people, not only the union of two families, but also the lifelong binding of two people. There is a more tragic content deep in this system. Come on, go

one."

Lin Feng said: "Let me go. Needless to say, they are all men and they all understand."

After the two finished drinking, they found Xie Cong turning to look at them: "Why did you two do it by yourself? Come on, come on, let's do it together."

Lin Feng and Wang Zixu toasted again, a little embarrassed about their behavior of being away from the entire table.

Xie Cong held Wang Zixu's shoulders and said, "Actually, I admire this classmate of mine very much. I feel at ease every time I see him. Guess why?"

The people next to him were very flattering and asked why, and Wang Zixu also looked at him curiously.

Xie Cong said: "When I was still in high school, my classmates talked about their ideals and ambitions. We all talked about which university we wanted to get into. What do you think Comrade Wang Zixu said?"

Someone next to him asked, "What did Wang Zixu say?" Xie Cong smiled and said, "He said that he would live a different life from everyone else."

Director Yang touched his face with his right hand and frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"

Xie Cong said: "It's just different!"

No one spoke at the table, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while. Xie Cong patted Wang Zixu vigorously and said:

"Anyway, when I see that you are still sticking to the literary front and guarding the bottom line of literati, I feel very touched and relieved, really."

Wang Zixu smiled awkwardly: "To put it bluntly, isn't it just poverty?"

Everyone burst into laughter at the table, and a man next to him clapped loudly and laughed: "Xie Cong, I understand what you mean, your friend is really interesting!"

Wang Zixu said: "The bottom line of a scholar should not be poverty."

Unfortunately, his voice was drowned out by laughter and no one heard him.

Someone at the table said: "The upper limit of a scholar shouldn't be to be liked by everyone."

The prince looked over and saw a white man with thick lips and glasses sitting among the people, with a tablecloth around his neck and a glass full of beer in his hand, greeting him.

It was Jean-Paul Sartre. This old man came to the table at some point and drank the beer like red wine.

Wang Zixu felt that he must have lost his mind, so he decided to ignore Sartre. No matter how Sartre teased him, he stopped talking. Although he felt strong aggression and competitive tendencies in Xie Cong, he did not

I plan to fight back. He has offended too many people recently.

"Beauvoir is a good woman." These were the last words Wang Zixu said at the table.

"Ah?" Lin Feng turned to look at him. Only Lin Feng heard it.

…

"I think your conclusion is a bit hasty, and your arguments are all in a mess. You just said that people who love business and have high scores may marry young. You didn't even listen to my argument."

Ning Chunyan spoke a lot in one breath, with a very calm tone and full of emotion. After hearing this, Chen Qingluo showed an expression of "What can you do to me?"

"I don't guarantee that my conclusion is correct. I just stand as a professional and give a judgment with an accuracy rate of close to 80%. Whether you choose to believe it or not is up to you."

She walked around the room with bare feet, making a "tapping" sound. The tone of her words made Ning Chunyan feel like she was a scumbag.

Ning Chunyan said: "Qingluo, this matter is really important to me. Please be more serious."

Chen Qingluo said: "What matters is your current emotion, every minute and every second of suffering. Standing at the end, life has no meaning. What is meaningful is only this moment."

Ning Chunyan said: "You are easy to understand. But you have never been in love before, which is easy to say. When it is your turn, you will be more entangled than me."

Chen Qingluo caressed her chest: "Who said I haven't been in love?"

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Of course. For a person with a high love quotient like me, it's just an accident that he doesn't get married."

"Sorry, I didn't see that you love Shang Gao."

Chen Qingluo thought she might be curious about her love experience (actually Ning Chunyan was not curious at all), so she said in an emotional tone:

"It was a summer. At that time, I was 17 years old and he was also 17 years old."

"Wait a minute," Ning Chunyan, "is your story long?"

"I don't know if it will last until I finish talking."

"Just tell me how long you've been talking."

"I don't know. We only knew each other for a few months and then we broke up."

"Okay, then you go ahead and tell me."

Then Ning Chunyan found out that he had been fooled.

Chen Qingluo's first love, which was as short-lived as morning dew, really has no weight in terms of time. It is nothing more than the throbbing things in adolescence. Logically speaking, everything about it can be said in a few words. But she added a lot of her own psychological activities and side descriptions, and it was a long and complicated story.

Behavioral analysis turns a mini-novel into a novella.

After half an hour, Ning Chunyan figured out that she and her so-called first love had never confessed to each other at all, and there was no conclusive evidence that the other party even liked her. Chen Qingluo was sure that the reason for their mutual love was just "who

Will you like me or not?"

This low-ranking girl.

"It's over, all my time has been wasted by you." Ning Chunyan said, "I haven't finished transcribing the manuscript, and I haven't figured out what happened to the little prince. I just listened to your insignificant love history."

Chen Qingluo's face darkened: "After all, people's joys and sorrows are different. For me, it's a big thing like the earth is shattering and the sea is shattering. For you, it's just a trivial matter."

"Stop your head. Does your first love know that you are in love?" Ning Chunyan said, "Why don't you come out and I'll talk to you in person. My phone is dead."

"I said, I don't want people to know that I'm back."

"Then wear a mask."

It was 8:30 pm when the two women went out to meet each other. It was already completely dark and there was little chance of being discovered. They arranged to meet at the intersection, which was only 50 meters away from the "old village chief".

The party over by Wang Zixu had just ended, and Xie Cong said he wanted to play bridge with the others, so they parted ways. When Chen Qingluo appeared at the intersection wrapped in a windbreaker, Wang Zixu had just passed by, and the time difference was less than two minutes.

But they didn't see each other. Under the cover of night, they missed each other at the same intersection.
Chapter completed!