There is not only one prince in the world who thinks of Chen Qingluo. In fact, Chen Qingluo, a monster, will leave a lot of thoughts wherever he goes.

It was right for her to return to Xihe anonymously. If she had not done so, on the day of her return, the dinner party would have been scheduled until she left, and the guests would have been respectable people, so she could not refuse.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for Wang Zixu to encounter her on the streets of Xihe, not to mention walking 30,000 steps, not to mention 60,000 steps, unless he can recognize Chen Qingluo at a glance, who is tightly wrapped in a mask and sunglasses. Only a fool like him would hang out in Xihe for many years without being loved. No matter where Chen Qingluo goes, there are a bunch of people willing to divide everything about her.

Li Tingfang said: "Since Qingluo has returned to Xihe, you must keep her under guard. Shen Jianqiu has already made a statement that she must be kept to support the show at the Xihe Literary Society."

Ning Chunyan was about to cry: "Why does Shen Jianqiu know about this?"

Li Tingfang smiled and said: "What if that guy is the leader of Xihe? He is well-informed. Or he told me that Qingluo is back. I asked your parents to verify it, and sure enough, she is at your house."

Ning Chunyan secretly scolded her parents for being too easy to handle, and whispered: "Now is the critical period for Qingluo's novel. She doesn't want to have social events."

Li Tingfang's tone became serious:

"Do you think I don't know? After listening to your parents talk about her novel, I knew that her work this time would definitely shock the literary world. After I heard about it, I immediately called Shen Jianqiu and said , She can come out to the 'Xihe Literary Society' to keep things going, but other social events and other people and things cannot bother her. Nothing is more important than her novels!"

Ning Chunyan felt warm in her heart and shouted long live understanding: "What did Shen Jianqiu say?"

"He said that if he found anyone harassing Qingluo's creation, he would immediately call him and report it. He regarded Qingluo's creation as a matter of the highest level."

Ning Chunyan looked at Chen Qingluo. This woman happened to stretch out at this time. The bra hanging loosely on her arms fell to the ground. She stretched her body like a swan, and her white back showed an enchanting curve.

She was jealous and proud of this best friend. Before her work was born, the whole city could protect her work; when her work was like a newborn baby, it just came into the world and made its first cry. Everyone who saw it People all say that this work will eventually shock the world.

When the writer reaches this point, his life is complete.

Ning Chunyan lowered his voice and said: "Is the Xihe Literary Conference mainly about awarding awards to the winning writers in the essay competition? If Shen Jianqiu also pays attention to it, won't it have a great influence on the Literary Association?"

Li Tingfang said: "Yes, that's why Lin Feng is under a lot of pressure. If he doesn't get ranked this time, there will be even fewer people in the Literary and Art Association to support him."

Ning Chunyan asked: "Shen Qingfeng shouldn't end up personally, right?"

Li Tingfang sneered: "He never participates in any essay writing or competition activities. Do you know why? He is afraid of missing the mark. But he has thugs."

"Who's the thug?"

"I mentioned it to you last time. My name is Lin Luo. She came from the same school as Lin Feng."

Ning Chunyan could feel that Li Tingfang didn't want to talk about Lin Luo's affairs. The two chatted for a while about Chen Qingluo's novels and then hung up the phone.

Ning Chunyan opened the quilt, Chen Qingluo turned her back to her, and said quietly: "You didn't protect me well."

Ning Chun Yanfan felt aggrieved: "How else can I protect you? I just have to carry you out every day. Who knows who leaked your whereabouts? Maybe it was because you ran 30,000 steps that day. Come on,

Get up!"

She locked Chen Qingluo's arm from behind, which made a certain part of her body look even bigger. She was jealous and angry and wanted to pull her to the bed.

"No, I was bitten by your domestic mosquito."

"I don't raise mosquitoes at home, I only raise Chen Qingluo who eats for free. And who asked you to take off all your clothes?"

"I don't have anything to do. I write novels for your whole family to read."

Chen Qingluo turned around and pushed Ning Chunyan onto the bed easily. Only then did Ning Chunyan remember that this guy could not only create "Beauvoir's Dedication", but she could also run 30,000 steps in one breath. She had no physical fitness.

It has to be said that my small body is no match for her.

She knew why Chen Qingluo had to exercise so much physical strength. She said that writing would torture the spirit. If the body was not tortured equally, the spirit and the body would be unbalanced for a long time and eventually become distorted. Therefore, great writers either smoke or

Long-distance running. Haruki Murakami is also a long-distance running enthusiast. This is a form of destroying one's body.

She also knew why Chen Qingluo had to take off her shirt to write. Because she didn’t like any restraints on her body when writing. “It’s easier to get into the mood when you take off your clothes,” she said.

Everything this guy does is actually for writing. She is as persistent as a martyr. Ning Chunyan is both fascinated and envious of her persistence, because she will never be able to do this.

…

Lin Feng was squatting in front of his home and smoking.

He has recently become crazy about Big Harvest, which costs three yuan a pack. This brand was recommended to him by his good friend Wang Zixu. It is dry and strong, but it will give him a headache if he smokes too much. When he is in a high mood, he likes to drink some.

One.

The novel he wrote for the essay competition has been revised seven or eight times. Today he showed it to Li Tingfang and was scolded again, saying that his writing was still too flat and that the people in the novel were not like humans but like machines.

When I came back to revise in the evening, I felt that my revisions were getting worse and worse. I came out to take a breath, smoked a cigarette, and stared at the filter. I thought of Wang Zixu who recommended his cigarette, and then I thought of "Wild Cigarettes" written by Wang Zixu.

"There are creepers", and then I thought of the female owner of the flower shop.

The more he thought about it, the more astonished he felt. He was curious about how Wang Zixu managed to move a real person into a novel and make it so lifelike. When he was chatting with the female shopkeeper, every word she said

, it all seemed to be said by the wife in the novel herself.

In other words, everything the wife said in the novel seemed to be what the female shopkeeper would say. Even the look on the female shopkeeper's face when she smiled and mentioned the "hole" in their home was exactly the same as what was described in the novel.

He felt that this was a great talent, just like his amazing memory. As early as after that party, he felt that Wang Zixu must not be simple. Unfortunately, he had been trapped in that small unit, surrounded by the people around him.

People waste their talents. They simply burn the piano and cook the crane.

He took out his mobile phone and planned to call Wang Zixu to ask him to help read his novel and see if he could provide some constructive suggestions for revision. But the call did not get through. He put down the phone and saw Shen Qingfeng's

The car drove into the yard.

Lin Feng smoked the cigarette butt and narrowed his eyes. It was indeed Shen Qingfeng's car. Fortunately, he was squatting under an old locust tree, his body hidden in the shadows. After putting out the cigarette butt, there was no last light source around him.

No one can spot him except mosquitoes.

He saw Lin Luo sticking his head out of the car, and a well-known member of the literary association got into the car. When the car drove out of the yard, the window was lowered, and he saw Gou Yingbiao's face flash past.

Lin Feng was puzzled by the gathering of such a nondescript group of people. But he knew that Shen Qingfeng must have a conspiracy, and this conspiracy might even be related to Wang Zixu.

He called Wang Zixu again, but still couldn't get through. Then he called Li Tingfang, and the voice prompt indicated that the call was ongoing. So he became more and more anxious.

…

"Among all women's emotional needs, the desire to be conquered is always overriding. Rather than being pleased, they are more eager to be conquered by a powerful individual."

Jean-Paul Sartre was talking eloquently to Wang Zixu. Wang Zixu squatted on the sofa with his head in his hands, accepting the preaching of this ugly man.

"I am not defending myself. I believe that the root of all freedom lies in sexual freedom. Our existence comes from sex. If sex is not free, there is no freedom.

"Beauvoir and I have discussed this issue countless times. Of course, there will be confusion and quarrels during the process, but in the end we both accepted it. Because she also recognized that marriage is a tool used by the ruling class to restrain the people. So we chose not to

marry.

"Think about it, are our punishments for cheating very strong? It's just a mirror. Marriage does not restrain the other party. Marriage only restrains oneself. If you can't restrain yourself, then get divorced. There is an old saying in China called '

Take off your pants and fart. In my opinion, marriage is the worst thing to do."

Wang Zixu finally became annoyed by his brainwashing: "What on earth do you want to say?"

Sartre said: "It is nonsense for you to say that Beauvoir is blind when she falls in love with me. You know, we are not married at all."

"That's just you avoiding your responsibilities."

"You have an old saying in China..."

"Don't just talk about our ancient Chinese sayings. You don't understand."

"...It is said that if there are flowers, it is necessary to break them. Don't wait until there are no flowers to break the branches."

Wang Zixu was bored with him. Sartre was just like the Tang Monk in "Journey to the West". The little prince sat next to Ye Lan, lit his pipe, crossed his legs high, and said:

"Don't listen to him. There is an old saying in China that rabbits don't eat grass beside their nests. If you really listen to him, you will have laid a permanent landmine."

At this time, Sartre began to pretend to be innocent again, raised his hands and said: "I didn't suggest anything. I was just telling a fact. By the way, from my experience, if they give you a chance and you don't seize it,

But you will be resented."

Wang Zixu stood up unsteadily and said, "Stop being so nagging, let's find a way to get her up."

Sartre and the little prince spread their hands at the same time: "There is nothing I can do to help. You can only do it yourself."

These two useless guys, the spirit can never win over the material.

Wang Zixu stared at Ye Lan's undefended body for a while, feeling unable to make a move. After thinking for a while, he went upstairs and knocked on the poet's door.

After a while, the door opened, and the pink-haired girl appeared at the door and asked him what he wanted to do.

"Can you help me move Mr. Ye? I can't do it alone."

The poet stared at him amusingly. Teacher Little Prince rarely showed his fragile side, not to mention that today he was so fragile and gentle.

Wang Zixu felt that he had been seen through - in fact, it was not that he couldn't move Ye Lan, it was just that he didn't want to move Ye Lan "alone".

And it’s best if a woman assists him. Having a woman as a witness can prove that he didn’t do anything. Sartre doesn’t have to get married, but he can’t deny his innocence.

"Okay." The poet agreed. Wang Zixu breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them helped Ye Lan up from the sofa, each with a hand on his shoulder. Ye Lan groaned, half asleep, and Wang Zixu prayed that she would not vomit.

Ye Lan has a good figure, but he doesn't feel sexy at all. The poet said to him across Ye Lan:

"Everyone thinks you and Ye always have that kind of relationship."

Wang Zixu showed a disgusted expression: "Who thought?"

"Everyone."

"Who are you all?"

"Sakura-chan, Believer, Xiaoba, Cheng Xing, and the aunt who helps us cook."
To be continued...