Chapter 72: Chungking Express
Chapter 72: Chungking Express
The call was connected.
"Hey, Qingluo, my aunt asked me why you haven't come home yet."
"Didn't I tell you, I'm running?"
Ning Chunyan glanced at the time.
"Running? It's so late now, and you're still running? This is very unsafe. Why don't you let me join you?"
"Are you stupid? Running is such a private thing, how can you just run in front of others?"
"Haven't you seen Chungking Express? And you said you don't like watching movies!"
"What is Chungking Express?"
"…It's nothing, just watch your knees."
"Don't pay attention, it's already finished."
Chen Qingluo sat on the steps beside the playground, wearing only a short T-shirt, completely soaked with sweat, sticky all over. If she put her hand vertically into the mountains on her chest and then pulled it out, she would definitely pull out a pool of water.
She said into the phone, "Hurry, I want to go to your house."
Ning Chunyan said, "Why are you coming to my house?"
"Your house is relatively close." Chen Qingluo said, "I have just been thinking of an idea. Now I have the beginning of a 2-word novel in my mind. I need to write it down quickly so I don't forget it. Quick, quick, I want to go to your house. Do you agree?"
"Ah? Ah? Slow down a bit, I can't keep up..."
"Hurry up and say less. The brain area for writing and language functions is the same part. If you say two more sentences, the novel I just conceived will fly away."
"Okay, okay, come over here. I'll come down to pick you up."
Ning Chunyan went downstairs wearing her teddy bear pajamas. Chen Qingluo came towards her with murderous intent. She didn't dare to ask or say anything, and just took her upstairs.
Chen Qingluo rushed into Ning Chunyan's room like a bandit, locked the door, dragged a stool away and sat down in front of her computer, threw Wang Zixu's manuscript to the ground to clear the desk, then took off her sweat-soaked shirt and threw it on Wang Zixu's manuscript, revealing her bulging white bra and slender waist, and put her hands on Ning Chunyan's keyboard.
Ning Chunyan was shocked, but dared not say anything. He just lay on the bed and watched her create.
Chen Qingluo's hand speed was fast and smooth, which had already surpassed the scope of typing. She was simply pouring the words in her mind into the computer. Her fingers were so fast that afterimages appeared, and the cursor on the screen kept moving without stopping.
Although you can't see what she wrote, her focused expression and crazy typing speed can make people feel the oppressive feeling coming towards her.
For writers, creation is also a very personal matter and cannot be shown to others casually. Seeing the madness of the creator behind the words, it is difficult to keep a normal mind when reading.
But Chen Qingluo still did it as if no one was around. She could no longer care about anything. Behind her madness, Ning Chunyan seemed to see a soul crying silently.
Or maybe it was just her illusion.
Ning Chunyan couldn't help but sigh: "Crazy woman! Crazy woman!"
Chen Qingluo ignored her completely.
She knew that she had completely entered the flow state, and now she wouldn't feel it even if there was an earthquake. The last time she saw someone typing so immersively was when Wang Zixu was revising a manuscript in Mei Rucheng's office.
Chen Qingluo's monotonous input sound became the best hypnotic tool, and Ning Chunyan fell asleep unknowingly.
When she opened her eyes again, the sky outside the window was slightly bright. Chen Qingluo was staring at the computer screen intently, rubbing her fingers, and her short-sleeved top was back on her.
Ning Chunyan rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, "Have you finished writing?"
"I haven't finished it yet." Chen Qingluo said, "I've just written the beginning."
"How many words?"
She leaned over from behind Chen Qingluo and was shocked when she saw the number of words in the lower right corner - more than 15,000 words.
"Did you write all this overnight?" Ning Chunyan was almost awake.
Chen Qingluo nodded: "Help me take a look, I'll take a nap." Ning Chunyan said: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
"Is brushing your teeth more important or is my novel more important?"
"Brushing teeth is important. Because my teeth are in my mouth."
After Ning Chunyan finished brushing her teeth, Chen Qingluo lay on her bed in a very ungraceful manner, with her eyes closed and unconscious, as if she was in a coma.
She sat down in front of the computer, slid the mouse wheel, turned to the beginning of the story, and slowly read on.
Then she sank in.
When she reached the part where the story was interrupted, she gasped for breath as if she had emerged from the water.
What is this? Is this a novel? Was it written by Chen Qingluo?
Who is doing Tai Chi? Who is roaring like a lion?
When did Chen Qingluo acquire such skills?
She jumped onto the bed and shook Chen Qingluo hard, but Chen Qingluo was still unconscious. She patted her little face, and she woke up slowly, staring at her with confused eyes.
"How long do you plan to write?"
"20 words." said Chen Qingluo.
Ning Chunyan said excitedly: "Then I think this year's Mao Dun Literature Prize has already been booked in advance! How did you break through? If you keep writing like this, you are not just a talented woman, you are a literary master! Hurry up and finish it! Write 15,000 words a day, publish it next month, and then you can be my editor-in-chief, and I will wait for our magazine to soar to the sky!"
Before she could finish her words, Chen Qingluo fell asleep again.
She crawled back to the table, helped Chen Qingluo adjust the format, clicked print, clipped the manuscript with a paper clip, and rushed out of the room waving:
"Dad! Come and take a look! This is the beginning of Qingluo's new work!"
Ning Bingru had just gotten up and was staring blankly at a pair of unfamiliar women's shoes at the door, when his daughter stuffed a manuscript into his arms.
"Qingluo is here? When did she come?"
"Don't ask, just look!" Ning Chunyan panted, "We'll talk after you finish watching!"
Ning Bingru returned to his room, found his reading glasses and put them on. After reading, he looked up and asked, "How many words does she plan to write?"
"20."
Ning Bingru said: "Then this year's Mao Dun Literature Prize has been awarded."
"Really? I think so too."
The door of the house was pushed open, and my mother came in carrying vegetables. While changing her shoes, she said, "Is Qingluo here? I saw her shoes yesterday, but I didn't dare to disturb you because your door was closed."
Ning Bingru held the manuscript and said to his wife, "Come and take a look at Qingluo's new work."
Mother stared at the manuscript and said, "Qingluo, have you got any inspiration? Wait a minute, I'll wash my hands first."
She dried her hands, sat down on the sofa, and began to read the manuscript. After she finished, she looked up and asked, "Is this a short story or a long one?"
"It's a long novel. She said she plans to write 20 words."
The mother said, "Isn't that a goal for this year's Mao Dun Literature Prize? Qingluo has made great progress!"
Chen Qingluo turned over in bed, her tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, her lips moved murmurously, and no one knew what she was dreaming about; her blue hair stuck to her face, and her short-sleeved top was flipped up in her sleep, revealing a snow-white waist, showing an enchanting beauty.
……
The next day, Wang Zixu did not go to work again. Once a person breaks his bottom line, there is no end to the slide.
Now he is like a bully in his own unit. Even if he is absent for a day or two, no one would dare to say anything.
He hummed a song, packed up the fruits at home, and prepared to go to his father's house. Before leaving, he planned to use the royalties to buy some cigarettes and alcohol as a tribute to his father.
(End of this chapter)