Chapter 71 How Can I Keep You

Chapter 71 How Can I Keep You

Chapter 71 How Can I Keep You
In fact, what if I see it?
Wang Zixu had once been crazy about seeing Chen Qingluo again for a while, that was before he got married. Whenever he heard the news that Chen Qingluo had returned to Xihe, he would walk around the city, looking for the fireworks of the world in the alleys of Xihe.

He didn't meet anyone. All he gained was an average of 30,000 steps a day and more than 50 likes on WeChat Sports. No one knew that he just wanted to "encounter" someone.

Fortunately, I didn't "run into" Chen Qingluo, he thought later.

She did not belong to Xihe, just like Donghai did not belong to him. Even if he chanted a poem "What can I do to keep you" to Chen Qingluo like Borges, and put all the sparse streets of Xihe, the desperate sunset and the moon in the desolate suburbs on the pressure, he would only lose miserably.

He had no reason to see her before, and he had no face to see her after marriage. He couldn't just stare at Chen Qingluo and then burst into tears like Lin Daiyu - he couldn't do such a weird thing.

He couldn't always reach out his hand and say, "Hello, I'm Wang Zixu, who is married. It's nice to see you again. You once made a significant contribution to my life."

He couldn't just feel so ashamed of himself that he exploded in aggression and said to her: "I am not famous yet and you are not married yet, so maybe we are both inferior to others."

The most likely scenario is that people simply don't remember him.

When Chen Qingluo looked at him, her eyes were no different from those of countless other fanatical fans, and she said to him carefully:
"Excuse me, you look familiar. What's your name? Oh, Wang Zixu. I do remember you. Yes, yes, yes, I remember you very much... Ah, have we sat at the same table before?"

Perhaps the moment the two were set up at the factory, their lives were already destined. He didn't have the talent of Chen Qingluo, and couldn't catch up with her pace. He could only watch her disappear at the end of the crowd, panting. He stopped and lit a big harvest, pounding his legs. It wasn't giving up, it was accepting reality.

Better not to.

Wang Zixu and Lin Feng walked out of the barbecue restaurant, each holding a bottle of beer, and squatted on the side of the road like two dogs.

"If we had known it would turn out like this, we wouldn't have sat at their table." Lin Feng said angrily, "I thought you had a good relationship with your classmate. I didn't expect him to bully you everywhere. This is what happened."

Wang Zixu was surprised and asked, "Ah? Really?"

He has always been very insensitive, and he vaguely felt Xie Cong's malice, but he didn't think it would make others so indignant.

"Yes, he almost said 'Why are you still so poor?' Isn't that comparing yourself with you everywhere? I can tell from the sound of this boy that he didn't do well in school."

Wang Zixu said: "I think it's okay, actually. When old classmates meet, unless they were very close, they will definitely compare their salaries and incomes, or they will have affairs."

Lin Feng sneered: "That's true. Damn it, when we were in school, we compared our grades, and after graduation, we compared our incomes. People always have to use a number as a footnote for themselves."

Wang Zixu said: "The adult world is so boring. You have to tell them that this is a house worth 100,000 francs before they will think it is beautiful."

"That's human nature. Go one."

"Drink slowly, as you please."

Beer bottles collided with each other on the cold street, making crisp sounds.

"Hey," Lin Feng pointed at him and said, "Do you know what Gong Xi Fa Cai means? Gong Xi Fa Cai means to get rich quickly. Next time I see Xie Cong, I will ridicule this guy severely. What do you mean by a gentleman is always poor? Hurry up and get rich. This is simply the most wonderful blessing for us Chinese people."

"Then I also wish you good fortune and prosperity."

"May you be happy and prosperous!"

Wang Zixu thought as he drank, it was time to congratulate his father on his fortune. He planned to go to his father tomorrow and ask him to sign Wen Ai's contract, and then take the profit of more than 100,000 a month. Then he would be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering for a short time.

He no longer had time to look at the lonely moon in sorrow. He worked hard to create sentences and make deals with dreams. He worked tirelessly for the 50 chances to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. But before that, he had to immediately congratulate himself on his wealth to prove that he was not a loser.

……

When Ning Chunyan saw Chen Qingluo, she was wearing a sun hat, with sunglasses and a mask covering half of her face. She was wrapped tightly in a thin windbreaker and had sneakers on her feet. Only her exposed white ankles could reveal the condition of her skin.

But Ning Chunyan herself was not much better. Apart from not wearing a windbreaker, the rest of her body was also tightly covered.

"Aren't you hot wearing this?" Ning Chunyan asked sullenly.

Chen Qingluo's tone was a little excited: "We are like exhibitionists, the kind who stop someone on the street late at night and take off their clothes without wearing anything underneath."

"That's you, not me."

The two hid in a 24-hour convenience store that was still lit. Ning Chunyan took out Wang Zixu's manuscript and slapped it on the table, saying, "This is it. Please help me with it." Chen Qingluo picked it up and glanced at it. In less than ten seconds, she said, "This won't do."

"What's not working?"

"It won't be on Get," Chen Qingluo said. "The subject matter is not well chosen. This kind of family gossip is no longer popular."

Ning Chunyan was speechless: "I didn't ask you that."

Chen Qingluo analyzed: "This author must have considered this when choosing the subject matter. It is true that few people write about this topic now, but there were many people writing about it in the past! It does not involve cheating or adultery, so who would read it? But from another perspective, this author is able to capture attention by writing about the character's transformation without writing about cheating or adultery, which is quite impressive."

Ning Chunyan said: "Do you think he and the little prince are the same person?"

Chen Qingluo took another look and said, "It's hard to say. The writing style is indeed similar, but not very similar. And this novel doesn't have the interest of the Little Prince."

Ning Chunyan's eyes lit up: "You also think the little prince is interesting, right?"

"No, no, I haven't been to speech therapy, and I'm not talking about the kind of fun you think."

"How do you know what kind of fun I'm thinking of?"

Chen Qingluo turned to the first page of the manuscript: "Who wrote this? ... Wang Zixu?"

She was stunned for a long time, and Ning Chunyan asked: "Do you know him?"

"Is this Wang Zixu the same stupid Wang Zixu with thick eyebrows and big eyes?"

Ning Chunyan couldn't help but smile: "The description of thick eyebrows and big eyes is too abstract, but it is indeed stupid."

"Is he the prince Xu who is always in a daze, doesn't understand anything, has a negative EQ, is stubborn and obstinate like a wild boar, and keeps charging forward and only believes in his own way?"

Ning Chunyan was surprised and asked, "Do you really know him?"

Chen Qingluo threw down the manuscript paper: "Even if we knew each other before, we don't know each other now. We are from two different worlds."

She stood up and walked out the door. Ning Chunyan put away the manuscript and followed behind her: "You're leaving now? You haven't told me if he is the little prince or not?"

"I don't know. I can't tell."

Ning Chunyan felt a little better. If he couldn't see it, it didn't mean it wasn't there. He followed her and said, "So, the married Wang Zixu is indeed the same age as you. You don't really know him, do you?"

Chen Qingluo looked at her: "Why do you emphasize that you are married? Are you mocking me for being single?"

Ning Chunyan sweatdropped, thinking to herself, "Sister, you're a little sensitive. "The first time I met him, I wanted to add him on WeChat, but he refused and said he was married. That's the nickname I gave him."

Chen Qingluo laughed sarcastically, and then said, "I don't care. We are from two different worlds."

She walked forward quickly. She was wearing sneakers, while Ning Chunyan was wearing sandals, so she couldn't keep up.

"Then where are you going now?"

"running."

"Running so late?" Ning Chunyan asked in surprise, "Are you heartbroken?"

She said a line from Chungking Express, and Chen Qingluo just glanced at her calmly: "Nervous."

Then she remembered that Chen Qingluo didn't like watching movies.

In the middle of the night, Ning Chunyan was awakened by a phone call. It was Chen Qingluo's mother. She asked where the two of them had been and why Chen Qingluo hadn't returned home yet.

She opened Chen Qingluo's WeChat and was shocked to find that her step count on WeChat Sports was as high as 30,000. Her latest circle of friends was full of praise for her athletic ability and flattery.

(End of this chapter)