Chapter 64: A Night of Intoxication

Wang Zixu thought Ning Chunyan's train of thought was unusual. But he was a mature married man. Mature married men would not argue with unmarried young girls.

"looking for me?"

"I just want to tell you that you are treating things too lightly. You should treat things more lightly."

Ning Chunyan leaned against the car window, wearing sunglasses on her head. The engine was very loud and she had to raise her voice to cover the noise.

Wang Zixu asked: "What do you mean?"

"I just thought about why your manuscripts haven't been accepted. You regard the literary world as a bit too sacred, and you are under a lot of psychological pressure. In fact, submitting a manuscript is very easy. You should treat it like a game, and it will be accepted. That's how I got published in September."

Wang Zixu smiled bitterly and whispered, "But, everything in my life has never been easy..."

"What do you say?"

"nothing."

In fact, Ning Chunyan heard it. She just couldn't understand what Wang Zixu meant by "not being relaxed". Finally, she said:
"Then I can only hope that in the days ahead, the world will treat you kindly."

"Come on. That's pretty gross."

Maybe it's because he comes from a single-parent family, and the world has been ferocious in his eyes since he was a child. After living in this way until he was 30 years old, it's disgusting to suddenly say that he should be treated gently.

It would be better for it to remain ferocious, baring its fangs at him, drooling, ugly and greedy, so that he could punch its nose flat without any psychological burden. Although it was only in his imagination.

Wang Zixu turned to look at her: "Do you really want to publish a magazine?"

Ning Chunyan nodded: "Yes. I have been thinking about it for many days."

“Why do you suddenly want to publish a magazine?”

"It's probably like, I suddenly found my life goal." Ning Chunyan said, "'Xiao Ning, Xiao Ning, you can't be idle anymore.' Something like that."

Wang Zixu said, "Xiaoning, you'd better stay doing nothing. If you do something, it's easy to go bankrupt."

"Ah!"

Ning Chunyan smiled contemptuously, raised her head and showed him her proud and smooth neck, with an expression like a swan: "Is it because my sister laughs and jokes with you every day that you don't know what my sister is capable of? My sister still has some appeal in the literary world!"

"Who is your sister?"

"it's me!"

"I believe in your appeal, but not your management ability."

"As long as I can find someone with business capabilities, that's fine."

Wang Zixu said: "I just heard you mention the little prince. Who is the little prince?"

Ning Chunyan turned her head away proudly: "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"If you tell me, I'm sure I'll understand."

It might be an illusion, Ning Chunyan's face turned red: "It's my idol! That's enough!"

Wang Zixu asked: "Do you want to publish a magazine for your idol?"

Ning Chunyan said: "Is it not okay to chase stars?"

Wang Zixu said: "Your idol will think your behavior is stupid."

"It's not all about chasing stars. It's just that my ideals have been touched." Ning Chunyan said in a low voice. Wang Zixu didn't hear clearly.

She raised her head and said, "By the way, did you really delete the manuscript of your article "Wild Creepers"? "

"deleted."

"Well," Ning Chunyan scratched his face, "I accidentally took your manuscript with me and forgot to return it to their editorial department."

Wang Zixu turned his head suddenly: "You're saying this now?"

Ning Chunyan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. I'm too lazy to go back now. I'll help you copy it to the computer and send it to them in electronic version. It's better for you to keep a draft in the future, even if it's an electronic version." Wang Zixu's eyes softened. He felt that the world really treated him kindly.

Ning Chunyan asked again: "Have you considered submitting to other magazines?"

"Didn't they say that you are not allowed to submit the same manuscript to multiple journals?"

"It's okay. If you submit to a small magazine like Xihe Literature and Art with a circulation of less than a thousand, it won't have any impact," Ning Chunyan said. "I suggest you submit to Shancheng. If you can get published in Shancheng, you can walk sideways in Xihe."

Wang Zixu said: "Okay, I will consider throwing it and give it a try. However, it is more comfortable to walk vertically."

Ning Chunyan stepped on the gas and when he was five meters ahead of Wang Zixu, he stuck his head out and said to him, "There's an essay contest in Xihe recently, you should pay attention to it."

Wang Zixu had heard of it. It was about "dreams". He thought he was too negative and didn't think it was appropriate to participate in the competition organized by the Publicity Department of the Commission and the Cultural Association.

"Will you participate?" Wang Zixu asked her.

"Yes," Ning Chunyan said, "I'm a judge."

After that, the engine hummed and the Porsche sped away. Wang Zixu thought of the first day he met her, the same street, the same weather, this moment was just like that moment.

He actually had no extravagant thoughts about Ning Chunyan. Just like in "The Dancing Girl of Izu" and "A Night of Spring Breeze", the hero and heroine in the story met by chance and had a beautiful encounter, but that was all.

You know, in this world, some people who are short-lived will never have a greater intersection with you in this life, just a one-time meeting, and then forget each other. Many years later, maybe you will think back to this person, and a faint melancholy like an orchid will emerge in your heart, and you will greedily wonder why you didn't spend more time with him at that time?
Wang Zixu found a branch on the ground that was bent just right. It might have fallen from a camphor tree by the roadside. He picked it up, pulled out the extra branches, and straightened it out. He held it in his hand as if he was holding a Bizen Osafune sword.

"The four seas are raging with clouds and water, the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder. We must wipe out all harmful insects and be invincible!"

The mature married man wielded a long knife while reciting a line, cutting off the stem of a weed by the roadside with a graceful and neat posture. Before being noticed by passers-by, he threw the knife on the ground and slipped away.

……

At night, Ning Chunyan put on blue light-blocking plain glasses. She used her orchid finger to gently push the glasses onto the bridge of her nose. She was extremely elegant. The person in the mirror was intellectual and beautiful, and she was very satisfied.

She put the cold brew coffee and Wang Zixu's manuscript on her desk. The manuscript was a thick stack, and 30,000 words was quite heavy. It would probably take several hours to record every word into the computer.

Ning Chunyan felt that she was really great for spending a few precious hours of her life on a person she had only met twice. She secretly thought, that married Wang Zixu, you should be moved to tears by your sister's kindness.

Ning Bingru walked in and frowned: "Why drink coffee so late at night?"

Ning Chunyan covered his mouth and yawned slightly: "An extra hour."

"Writing a paper?"

"…Well, we can discuss the thesis later."

Ning Bingru picked up the manuscript next to her hand and read a paragraph. His eyes lit up: "Did you write this?"

"No, it was written by someone else. I think it's interesting and would like to help submit it to Shancheng."

She looked back at her father: "What do you think?"

Ning Bingru nodded and said, "I read the first few paragraphs. Is your friend a professional?"

Ning Chunyan shook his head: "He is a wild man. He has a strong memory and amazing talent. He is just a little old."

Ning Bingru put the manuscript back and said, "You copy it first, I'll come back to take a look tomorrow."

After her father left, the room returned to silence. Ning Chunyan counted her fingers, and while the computer opened the text software, she checked her phone for a while. Three minutes later, she turned around to get the manuscript.

The moment her hand touched the manuscript, she felt as if an electric shock ran through her body. She stood there with her heartbeat soaring to an extremely high level in an instant.

After my father put the manuscript down, the papers overlapped, covering up the author's signature, revealing the word "Prince".

After a full minute, Ning Chunyan felt her soul returning to her body. She picked up the manuscript, and the covered part was revealed, showing the full name "Wang Zixu".

Ning Chunyan smiled with relief: "What?"

But on second thought, she frowned again, and her fingers ran over the black and white words on the manuscript. The worries in her heart not only did not decrease, but increased.

(End of this chapter)

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