It is indeed everyone. This is too outrageous. How did the aunt who cooked get involved?

Wang Zixu said: "There is absolutely no such thing."

The poet said: "But they said that you went out with Mr. Ye, and when you came back, there were her lipstick marks on your clothes."

"Who said that?"

"them."

"who are they?"

"Sakura-chan and the Believer."

Wang Zixu made a secret note in his mind for these two people and decided to train them well the next day.

"It's not lipstick marks, it's spicy oil." Wang Zixu explained.

The poet asked: "Why is it spicy oil?"

"Because we were eating spicy strips outside."

The poet thought for a while, shook his head and said: "Compared to the two of you sitting outside eating spicy noodles, I would rather believe that the two of you were sitting outside and kissing. The latter is more literary authenticity."

"..."

After sending Ye Lan back to her bed, the poet waved to Wang Zixu: "Leave the rest to me, I'll take care of her."

Wang Zixu said sincerely: "You are a very nice person. I thought you were rebellious before."

The poet said: "You are also a very nice person. I used to think you were an expert in love."

Both of them felt ashamed for being superficial before. Before leaving, Wang Zixu turned around and told her, "At least help her take off her high heels."

"Why?"

"Because if you wear high heels one night, your feet will be swollen when you wake up the next day."

""Chungking Express"?"

"What's Chungking Express?"

The poet waved his hand at him angrily, and Wang Zixu closed the door. Standing in front of the door, Sartre put his face on his shoulder in a cute way:

"I'll make a bet with you, Ye Lan will definitely pick a fight with you tomorrow."

"Don't make any noise. I'm thinking."

The poet's words just now awakened him. In his mind, he vaguely caught a certain flaw in his own writing.

He quickly went downstairs, turned on all the lights in the living room, then quickly cleared the coffee table, turned around and picked up several books on the bookshelf, including "The Journey of Strange Birds", "My Name is Red", "Green House",

Madame Bovary"...

Sartre looked at him curiously: "What are you doing?"

"I found that my past creations were too 'conformist'." Wang Zixu lowered his head and flipped through the book. "Ning Chunyan is right. I take serious novels too seriously. I always restrain myself. I always restrain myself.

I want to write something 'pure', but in fact this is a big disadvantage."

He slapped the books on the table one by one: "Look, in these books, there are stories about wives cheating, about cheating on oneself, about murdering husbands after cheating, about brothels, about military prostitutes, about love killings... these are all

It is a Nobel Prize-level work, and there are some in these books, some..."

He tried to organize the language, and finally said: "Some very exciting content. These contents are very literary, or typical. People like to read these things. But these are exactly what I avoided before."

Sart nodded and said: "Of course, "Thunderstorm" talks about the adultery between brother and sister, and "A Dream of Red Mansions" also has the obscene mourning at Tianxiang Tower. In my "Confinement", the stories of just three people are also very exciting."

The little prince clapped his fingers and said: "The Red and the Black talks about adultery, and Crime and Punishment also talks about murder and wrongful killing. In fact, serious novels do not lack sensory stimulation."

The more Wang Zixu spoke, the more excited he became: "When I created the Wenwen script, I didn't have this mental barrier, so the works created by the little prince were very popular. People should not constrain themselves, all they need is to find a balance in the middle.

"

Sartre and the little prince looked at each other: "He's enlightened."
Chapter completed!