When Ning Chunyan returned home, Ning's mother hid in the kitchen and poked her head around, while Ning's father huddled in his bedroom and closed the door. Only Chen Qingluo looked a little lonely standing in the living room like a graceful white magnolia.

Ning Chunyan glanced at her mother who was scratching the edge of the door, and then at Chen Qingluo in the living room. She tugged on her mother's sleeve: "What's going on?"

"That child Qingluo seems to be a little crazy."

"When is she not crazy?"

Ning Chunyan looked into the living room and noticed that the expressions on Chen Qingluo's autumn moon-like face were changing. Sometimes she looked like an innocent girl with her eyes reflecting the starry sky, sometimes she looked like a arrogant leader with stern eyes, sometimes she gritted her teeth and wished she could kill each one and break their bones.

Flying ashes.

She was still mumbling some unintelligible lines, such as "I will never be able to sit happily on your tuk-tuk again" or "Porcupine, hedgehog, gorilla, today I am a child."

Greedy cat", or "Your face is very eggy, and my arches are very arched, otherwise..."

All in all, the picture is very scary. But it can be seen that she must have a very majestic, complex and profound spiritual world in her mind.

Ning Chunyan's mother asked worriedly: "Is Qingluo okay? Do you want to send her to the hospital for a checkup?"

Ning Chunyan smiled and said, "Mom, it's okay. This is just the normal state for a writer to write."

Ning's mother raised her eyebrows and said, "But I think her symptoms are a bit serious? Your father was frightened by her when he was reading in the morning, and he didn't dare to come out."

Ning Chunyan said: "No, Mom, don't worry. Qingluo is an experiential writer. She will conceive the characters in the novel in her mind, and she will also play the protagonist herself, and then talk to the characters in the book.

, deduce how the story will develop next.

"Even though you see her alone in the living room now, in fact, in her world, the living room is full of people, with a tutor sitting on the table, a ballet dancer lying on the sofa, and squatting on the floor.

Tiao Jingba, this is all normal."

The more Ning Ma listened, the more she felt something was abnormal. She felt chilly on a hot day and had goose bumps: "Then isn't this schizophrenia?"

Ning Chunyan smiled: "How could it be schizophrenia? She recovered on her own after writing the book."

Ning Ma was lost in thought and asked after a long time: "What if she can't appear in a play after finishing writing the book?"

Ning Chunyan was stopped by her question and said, "It shouldn't be possible, right? By the way, Mom, do you have a vase at home? I want to find a home for this bouquet of baby's breath in my hand."

Ning's mother was overjoyed after hearing this: "Who gave you this?"

Ning Chunyan said: "No one gave it to me, I bought it for myself."

Ning's mother's face fell instantly: "As my daughter, how can you be so embarrassed? When I was young, the flowers at home never broke. Do you think I have ever bought flowers by myself?"

Ning Chunyan felt that she had been insulted, but she could not refute, so she could only ask: "Then let me ask you, are these all gifts from dad? Who else gave them to you?"

Ning's mother looked around and said to him: "Take Qingluo to your own room to deduce. I have to clear the dining table in the living room for dinner later."

Ning Chunyan had a big headache with this task. Although Chen Qingluo was beautiful and had a good figure, even if she was a woman and she would hug and rub her every day, she would not get tired of it, but when she wrote the novel, it was really disastrous and unbearable. In this

At that time, she didn't want to be near her at all.

But if you don’t want to get close, you have to take her away, otherwise she will keep going crazy and the whole family will have no food to eat. Just as she walked to a place three meters away from her, Chen Qingluo suddenly turned around and looked at her: "Is there any water?"

"Ah? Are you talking to me?"

"Who else is here besides you?" Chen Qingluo asked seriously.

Hearing what she said, Ning Chunyan knew that she had quit her creative state, so she gave her her sports water bottle. Chen Qingluo took it and said "ton, ton, ton," and it was obvious that she was very thirsty.

After Chen Qingluo finished drinking, she said, "By the way, where are the disposable water cups at home? That guy seems a little thirsty too, so I'd better pour him a drink too."

Seeing her pointing at the empty dining table, as if there was someone sitting on it, Ning Chunyan shuddered and grabbed her hand:

"Qingluo, please wake up, don't be like this, I'm scared. There's no one at the table! Come, follow me into the house."

Chen Qingluo obediently allowed her to drag her to the bedroom. After Ning Chunyan closed the door, she regained some sense.

"Look at the fat on your belly. Your bed is too soft, and you can't drink Coke. There is a lump of salt in the vermicelli you ate in the morning, but your dining table is also very solid... so I didn't come out just now. I'm sorry.

, didn’t scare you, did it?”

Ning Chunyan took out his mobile phone and said: "I'm fine. Just come out. Just come out. By the way, please give me a hand first. I just acted on impulse and edited a long message. I wanted to send it to the little prince. You

Do you think what I said is a bit too boring?"

Chen Qingluo glanced at it: "No problem, um, it's quite affectionate."

"Will it be very lacking in literary talent? I didn't think about practicing my calligraphy when I wrote it. I just wrote it down as soon as my mind got hot."

Chen Qingluo continued to drink water and said: "Literary talent is not required, emotion is enough. As long as emotion is abundant enough, everyone can be a poet."

After drinking the water, she wiped away a drop of crystal water on her fair chin with the back of her hand, and then said: "The only thing that is really a bit annoying is your title, 'Little Prince'. How did you get this disease?"

A hobby? Playing something different, right?"

Ning Chunyan blushed: "It's just a title, don't think too much about it! You see, calling 'Mr. Little Prince' is too harsh, calling 'Brother Little Prince' is too green, and calling 'Mr. Little Prince' is not a middle-of-the-road choice.

?”

"There is something wrong with your understanding of Zhongyong." Chen Qingluo pointed out pointedly, "And when it comes to tea, you just confessed your love directly. You even asked, 'Do you think this is love?' I was so drunk that I almost vomited."

"Tap, vomit, vomit! Who gave you the water? Vomit, you're already vomiting!"

…

After receiving Qiu Ge's affectionate letter, the little prince silently put his cell phone back in his pocket. He neither answered "yes" nor "no" to her questions.

Qiu Ge's question is too simple. Even the dullest fool in the world will know the answer to this question - from the difficulty of this question, it can be seen that she must love the little prince very much.

Because when a woman falls in love with a man, she is reluctant to ask him difficult questions.

But Wang Zixu suddenly became even duller than the dullest fool in the world. He carefully read the words twice, and kept the passage in his mobile phone, and then kept the phone in his trouser pocket. He secretly thought in his heart

It feels very warm.

If he knew that just a few minutes ago, the woman was crying because of Zhang Qian's incident, his heart would definitely feel warmer.

He would smile and pat her back: Okay, okay, don't cry, isn't everything over? Zhang Qian married her ideal life, and I also have a wife who doesn't dislike career editors. We both have it.

A bright and wonderful future.

It's a pity that he never knew that Ning Chunyan had cried because of this matter.

Whenever he sees Qiu Ge's ID, the photo of her feet that she sent will appear in his mind - the upper surface of the lake blue high-heeled shoes glows coldly like ceramics, setting off the mutton-fat white jade instep and pearls.

His delicate and small toes became increasingly white. At the same time, he would also think of the leg that took the lead in the Ning Chun Banquet that he saw at the Literary and Art Association that day. It was slender and graceful, as white and proud as the neck singing to the sky.

What a beautiful foot, what a dazzling leg. It would be unforgivable for this foot not to grow on this leg.

Qiu Ge's true identity has already been revealed, and he can't pretend that he didn't discover it.

Autumn songs are Ningchun Banquet, and Ningchun Banquet is autumn songs.

Before he knew Qiu Ge's true identity, he could hold up her book with a smile, caress the cover, pick up each page with his fingertips, and make the paper tremble slightly in the air; but after knowing that she is Ning Chun

After the banquet, he could no longer read her calmly like a book. That would create huge moral pressure on him.

And he has more important things to do now.

"Before get out of class ends, I want to tell you one last thing."

In the base, the would-be scripters were scattered on the sofa in different postures. Wang Zixu sat on the dining table and looked at them condescendingly.

The faces of the would-be script writers were all glowing red at this time, and they were excited. Because they had just listened to countless useful information for two hours, and now they all felt that they had grown up and were very strong.

They can't wait to start writing the script.

"Last question, have you ever thought about why humans read stories? Who will answer it first?"

Sakura-chan said: "Because life is boring?"

The poet said: "Because life is boring."

The believer said: "Because I want to see something strange."

Xiaoba said: "Because you want to learn more?"

Cheng Xing said: "Because people should not only live in this life, but also have a poetic world."

Wang Zixu looked at Cheng Xing: "Do you like Wang Xiaobo?"

Cheng Xing nodded: "I admire Wang Xiaobo."

Wang Zixu said: "Let me test you, where does this sentence come from?"

Cheng Xing hesitated and said: "It's definitely not "The Silent Majority" anyway. I guess it's... uh, "The Golden Age"?"

"Guessed wrong. The correct answer is "Wanshou Temple". It's in the last section of the book."

Cheng Xing opened his mouth: "How do you remember it so clearly?"

Wang Zixu did not answer this question.

Xiaoba opened his mouth in confusion: "What were you talking about just now? Why can't I understand?"

The believer said: "Hey, I thought I was the only one who was hopelessly illiterate!"

Sakura-chan gave a wry smile: "I haven't read "Manshou Temple". I have read quite a lot of Wang Xiaobo's essays."

The poet chewed gum: "What is the correct answer?"

Wang Zixu jumped down from the dining table: "There is no right answer. Your answers are all good."

He told everyone: "Many times there is no standard answer in creation. Sometimes it is good to write this way, and sometimes it is good to write that way.
To be continued...