"Classmate Chen Qingluo, is everything you wrote in your essay true?"

"……real."

"So, do you really have a second uncle who is a migrant worker who was run over by a bicycle while drunk and the sole of his foot ulcerated, leading to amputation? Then he studied hard and got admitted to Nanjing University?"

"...Classmate Wang Zixu."

Chen Qingluo turned around - to this day, he still remembers her sparkling eyes, as dark as night and as bright as stars.

"What's wrong?"

"You're an idiot."

There are always two young people doing nothing at the beginning of the story. It is best if the weather is sunny and the wind is soft, and everything looks so bright.

Deep in Wang Zixu's deep memory palace, there was a very bright place - he and Chen Qingluo walked on the plastic track of the playground one after another. The plastic track was all red and the sky was as clear as blue.

Chen Qingluo was wearing sports short-sleeves, with her arms exposed outside the top like mutton fat, her lower body in blue school uniform trousers, her ankles thin and cute, and her high ponytail dangling in the air. This made her look a little stupid. So she called him a fool.

, and he didn't feel angry.

"I've all told you that writing essays is micro-fabrication, writing novels is large-scale codification, and writing classics is super-fabrication. I've already talked about this, and you asked me if I have such a second uncle. You idiot, do you think that

Did Maupassant really have an uncle named Jules?"

"What? Is Yule fake?!"

"...You win."

The two walked for a while, getting further away from the other students. Wang Zixu asked again: "But what you wrote feels so real. It's like it really happened. What you made up can't be that real..."

"Why isn't it possible?"

"ah?"

"I asked you why it's impossible?"

Chen Qingluo turned to look at Wang Zixu. Perhaps because she saw that his expression looked very stupid, her face fell, and she stretched out her hand and patted him lightly on the forehead.

Before her fingertips landed on his forehead, she had already withdrawn her strength, so as far as Wang Zixu felt, she just touched his head. Although she touched it very quickly.

Chen Qingluo said: "Let me ask you, do pink elephants exist in this world?"

Wang Zixu said: "I think there probably shouldn't be any. Even if there is, it's definitely not pure pink."

"Can you imagine a pure pink elephant?"

"……able."

"Have you ever dreamed of flying in the sky?"

"Did it."

"How did you fly in the dream?"

Wang Zixu opened his hands like a swallow: "With a wave of your hands, you can glide in the air."

"In reality, can you fly if you do this?"

"cannot."

Chen Qingluo tucked her hair behind her ears: "I'm telling you, idiot, human imagination is very powerful, powerful enough to create something out of nothing.

"I don't have a second uncle. If I had one, he might work in an auto repair parts factory. His hair would be sparse, he would suffer from frozen shoulder, his hands would be covered with calluses, there would always be black spots between his fingers, and he would always smell of engine oil.

.He likes eating meat, watching football, and rainy days...

"You see, as long as you continue to enrich his details, sooner or later he will become a living person, as if he is living around us. This is the power of imagination. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Wang Zixu said, "But if he has frozen shoulder, he cannot like rainy days, because when it rains, his shoulders will hurt."

Chen Qingluo said: "I deliberately left a loophole to test you. Well, you passed the test."

Wang Zixu said: "Really? But I feel like you simply didn't make it up well."

"How could I not have made it up? Even if I hadn't made it up, there is no way you would have discovered it. You stupid guy, you can't even see it. You are obviously very smart, but why are you so stupid sometimes..."

The red color on Chen Qingluo's face is very light, so light that it is almost invisible under the sun. It is pink and beautiful.

Here, a branch of memory appears: one theory is that Wang Zixu was dumbfounded, and did not come back to his senses until Chen Qingluo rolled her eyes hard; the other theory is that Wang Zixu was not dumbfounded, and looked very surprised.

She was calm, but until the evening self-study and test papers, she was still wondering whether she was blushing.

But no matter what the situation, Chen Qingluo didn't really blush. He could imagine a pink elephant, but no matter what, he couldn't imagine a blushing Chen Qingluo.

…

Wang Zixu opened his eyes and first looked at his phone. It was 6:50 in the morning, a little later than yesterday.

He got up decisively, quickly got dressed, and knocked on the script writers' doors one after another.

"Get up quickly and exercise, time waits for no one."

Every time there was a knock on the door, painful groans came from the door. It was very fun. It seems that they have not adapted to this high-intensity life and need more exercise.

When he arrived at Ye Lan's door, he didn't knock on the door and went straight downstairs to do warm-up exercises.

It took half an hour for everyone to finish washing up and gather together sparsely, as if their bodies were falling apart and shapeless. Under Wang Zixu's devilish urging, they ran listlessly into the distance.

At nine o'clock, Ye Lan woke up and hurriedly put on her clothes, stockings, foundation, patted her face, painted her eyebrows, and permed her hair. When she walked out, Wang Zixu was still writing his essay.

While Ye Lan was baking bread for herself, she took out her mobile phone to read the news, while Wang Zixu's hands kept typing on the keyboard.

She came out with the baked bread and sat down opposite Wang Zixu. While eating, she said, "Wow, the highway collapsed again. I don't dare to take the highway anymore."

Wang Zixu didn't answer, and she didn't care. She cleared her throat and continued to announce: "Local news in Xihe, Chen Qingluo and Ning Chunyan will participate in the Xihe Literary Fair and serve as judges."

The prince's hand that was typing was stiff and hung in the air.

Ye Lan looked at him with a mischievous smile: "What, are you excited? I heard that these two are two of the most beautiful beauties in the literary world. If you write your essay well, you might have a chance to get in touch with them."

"Oh." Wang Zixu lowered his head and continued typing.

Ye Lan said: "Do you know them?"

"I don't know."

"Then you should work hard and write the essay. If you write well, they will personally award you an award, and then the entire Xihe literary world will envy you."

"Don't talk to me, I'm very busy now."

Ye Lan's nose wrinkled.

She stuffed the last piece of bread into her mouth, clapped her hands, walked up to Wang Zixu, pointed like a knife, and stabbed Wang Zixu in the ribs.

"I thought you were going to sleep all day today, but you only slept for a few hours? Why are you still so energetic?"

"Four and a half hours of sleep. That's enough."

Ye Lan then poked him: "Did you move me upstairs yesterday?"

Wang Zixu said: "No. It was the poet who lifted you up."

Ye Lan said: "The poet said it was you."

Sartre ran over at some point and laughed happily at the side: "Haha, I just said she would find trouble with you!"

Wang Zixu ignored him and said to Ye Lan: "The poet is lying."

"Nonsense, women don't lie to women."

Sartre sat down next to him and told him: "She just wants to find a chance to talk to you. Women's emotional needs are so strange."

"I know."

Ye Lan asked: "What do you know?"

Wang Zixu said: "I know you were not drunk yesterday. How can anyone get drunk with half a box of beer? Beer only fills the stomach, but cannot make you drunk."

Ye Lan blushed, slapped him on the back, and whispered:

"But I blew it in one breath. And I don't really have much ability to drink. By the way, don't change the subject. You were the one who carried me upstairs yesterday, right?"

Wang Zixu lowered his head and typed, and used the rest of his brain to answer her: "The poet is a novelist."

"Yeah, so what?"

"Don't believe a person who writes novels. They tell lies at the drop of a hat."

"Aren't you also a novelist?"

Sartre reminded: "You performed very well yesterday and scored very high with her. This level of perfunctory can no longer send her away. You must respond positively, otherwise she will pester you all day long."

What Old Sartre said was true. Wang Zixu finally gave up his struggle and looked up at Ye Lan: "Then let me tell the truth. Yesterday, I helped you upstairs with the poet."

"It would have been better to say no earlier. It was just hesitating."

"Mainly because you're heavy."

"Bah! You're the only one who's heavy, you're as heavy as a pig!" Ye Lan's face turned red with anger.

After being angry for a while, she suddenly lost her anger and said, "I'm not here to trouble you. What are you afraid of? Actually, I want to thank you."

After a pause, she said: "I bought a new Tesla. The old Audi consumes a lot of gas and won't drive. Don't you have a car? When the new car is launched, I can lend you the old one.
To be continued...