Chapter 34 Emotional Education

Chapter 34 Emotional Education

Chapter 34 Emotional Education
When Wang Zixu was walking on the road, a Porsche Cayenne came from behind and slowed down beside him.

The car window rolled down, revealing a delicate face. The woman pushed her sunglasses to her forehead and said:
"Hey, Wang Zixu, when we were talking about you in the office, why didn't you say you were Wang Zixu?"

Wang Zixu looked thoughtfully at Ning Chunyan's beautiful eyes, which were full of stars and flowing with autumnal glances. He was thinking about this somewhat boring question, his brain was a little dazed, and his heartbeat was a little faster.

"Wang Zixu is not an important person either," he replied.

He quickened his pace, as if he wanted to escape. Ning Chunyan stepped on the accelerator to catch up with him, and the engine of the Cayenne made a pleasant roar.

"Really? I think he's an interesting person." Ning Chunyan said with a smile, "Have you always been so cool? When others are talking about you, you just listen quietly and pretend to be an expert without saying anything."

Wang Zixu was very confused. The difference between himself in Ning Chunyan's eyes and himself in his heart was so great that he wondered if she was mocking him.

"I'm not cool. I'm just not good at talking."

"Oh my gosh. Even cooler."

Outside the government office building is a long green avenue. The sunlight shines through the leaves of the camphor trees and falls onto the car body, leaving mottled spots of light. The reflection of the city drifts on the car windows.

Prince Xu thought that the real Ning Chunyan was very different from what he imagined. Her writing was meaningful, beautiful, and pessimistic. If he hadn't met her on such a nice day, he would have always thought that Ning Chunyan was a cold woman like a nun.

Ning Chunyan asked: "Have you read a lot of books?"

"Yeah, I've seen a little. The more I see, the less I see."

"You like literature?"

“I just like literature.”

"Have you written any works?"

The first thing that flashed through Wang Zixu's mind was the scripts he had written in Wen Ai. Finally, he shook his head, drove the thought out of his mind, and said:
“I’ve only written a few short stories.”

"Is it pure literature? Not online literature?"

Wang Zixu stopped and thought about whether Wen Ai was pure literature or online literature, then said firmly:

“Pure literature.”

"There are really not many people who are still sticking to the pure literature position. It's quite rare. Where are your works published? I'll go and see them."

The prince turned his head and looked at her blankly: "It has never been published."

Ning Chunyan covered his mouth and chuckled, just like Cao Shuang when he found out that Sima Yi had fallen into Zhuge Liang's empty city plan.

After laughing for a while, she said, "I knew you had never published anything. You look frustrated and depressed. All the literary enthusiasts I've met who have never made it are like you."

Wang Zixu felt that she was here to mock him. If she was deliberately trying to mess with his mentality, Wang Zixu could only admit that she was successful. He asked:

"So what are those who succeed and become successful like? Are they all like you?"

Ning Chunyan sat up straighter in the Porsche Cayenne and said with a hint of pride, "Of course not, I am unique."

Wang Zixu wanted to say that he was also unique. But he was too embarrassed to say it. People like him, even if they were unique, were not unique in a good way. No one wanted to be unique like this.

Ning Chunyan said: "However, you are also a rather unique type among those literary enthusiasts who have not yet made their mark.

"There are many kinds of depression caused by being depressed and frustrated. Most of them are manic depression. They think they are the best in the world and want to be pulled to the sky. In fact, they can't even reach the toes of real masters. They speak boldly in the early stage, but become silent after being hit.

"But you are one of the rare depressed people. You are so depressed that I am speechless. When we were discussing you in the office, what was your mood? Sad and angry? Proud? Or secretly happy?"

Wang Zixu said, "To be honest, I'm not in a good mood. Confucius said, 'If you don't get angry when people don't know you, aren't you a gentleman?'"

Ning Chunyan said: "Then it seems to be grief and anger."

The Cayenne rolled over the tiny branches and camphor fruits on the ground, making a crisp "crackling" sound.

Wang Zixu was not in the mood to argue with Ning Chunyan. The more he argued, the more he felt like the grief-stricken Kong Yiji, wondering what "a gentleman is always poor" and "who is that".

He suddenly realized that these were all Ning Chunyan's tricks. She just wanted to see him argue. Fortunately, he didn't fall for it. Ning Chunyan smiled and pushed the hair that fell on her face away, clearing her throat: "I actually came to tell you that Director Mei actually admires you."

"is it?"

"After you left, he praised you behind your back for a long time," Ning Chunyan said, "and also scolded you for a long time."

Wang Zixu said: "I disappointed him."

Ning Chunyan said: "I can understand you."

"Ok?"

"I don't like socializing or entertaining. I just like to stay at home and do things that I like. I feel uncomfortable when I talk to people like Shen Qingfeng. To be honest, I think he is a..."

She used her mouth to form a vulgar word, and Wang Zixu was shocked. He didn't expect that a lady like her would say such a word.

Ning Chunyan went on to say, "But you have to talk to them. Although they are all literati in name, they are very particular about appearances. They are more vindictive than the other and have many petty tricks. If you offend one of them carelessly, they will disgust you to death behind your back."

Wang Zixu said: "It sounds boring."

Ning Chunyan sighed, "Yeah. It's pretty boring. So, now that you know the truth about the literary world, are you still willing to squeeze in?"

Wang Zixu said: "Yes, I am. It is the same in other places in the world."

Ning Chunyan smiled: "You are a wonderful person."

The two walked for a while, and Wang Zixu said, "I'll turn this way and go home."

Ning Chunyan cleared his throat again and held out his phone: "Then, add WeChat?"

Wang Zixu said: "I am already married."

Ning Chunyan showed an expression of being deeply offended, and his emotions were a little unstable: "Do you know that this is very rude!"

Wang Zixu was surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ning Chunyan looked hurt: "I'm not asking for your WeChat... I'm not after your body. Aside from your wife, are there no other members of the opposite sex in your phone?"

Wang Zixu paused: "Yes, my mother, my grandmother..."

Ning Chunyan was speechless: "Then let me tell you today, not all people of the opposite sex who ask you for your WeChat ID want to date you! You are really rude!"

Wang Zixu took out his phone guiltily: "Oh, then... do you scan me or do I scan you?"

"No more, no more! You're married! I'm not worthy!"

"You deserve it. You deserve it."

"I understand. What you just said is true. You really don't know how to talk." Ning Chunyan looked incredulous, "A man like you actually has a wife."

Even so, the two eventually exchanged contact information. When Ning Chunyan returned home, her father, a retired university professor, was sitting on a recliner in the living room, reading a book with his reading glasses on.

"Dad. I'm home."

The old father put down his reading glasses, stared at his daughter who had rushed into his room with the top of his eyes, and asked leisurely:
"How was your meeting with Mei Rucheng today? Did you gain anything?"

He did not get a reply from his daughter. After a long while, his daughter came out of the room and handed him a note. The old father held up the note and read the words on it:
"Lying down to watch the plum blossoms in the white winter moon, I wonder if the village ahead is covered with snow at dusk. Was this written by Mei Rucheng?"

Ning Chunyan did not answer his question, but just asked: "Mr. Ning, based on your many years of knowledge of ancient poetry and prose, what do you think of this poem?"

Ning Bingru held up the note, chanted it repeatedly, and then said: "It's only one line of poetry, and it's impossible to analyze it from the perspective of thought and overall style. It was written by a modern person, so there's nothing much to talk about in terms of rhythm. If we only talk about the intention, it still has a sense of ancient style, but it focuses too much on describing the scenery, without much depth, and the words are not very concise. But the artistic conception is still quite good."

Ning Chunyan asked with a smile: "What if I tell you that this poem was written in half a minute?"

(End of this chapter)