Chapter 88 My Inheritance

Chapter 88 My Inheritance

Chapter 88 My Inheritance

When Ning Chunyan returned home, her mother was hiding in the kitchen, looking around, and her father was hiding in his bedroom with the door closed. Only Chen Qingluo stood in the living room like a graceful white magnolia, looking a little lonely.

Ning Chunyan glanced at her mother who was clinging to the door, then looked at Chen Qingluo in the living room. She tugged at her mother's sleeve and asked, "What happened?"

"Qingluo seems to be a little crazy."

"When is she not possessed?"

Ning Chunyan looked towards the living room and found that the expression on Chen Qingluo's autumn-moon-like face changed constantly. Sometimes she looked like an innocent girl with the starry sky reflected in her eyes, sometimes she looked like an arrogant leader with a haughty look in her eyes, and sometimes she gritted her teeth and wished to kill everyone she saw and grind their bones to ashes.

She was still mumbling in her mouth, saying some incomprehensible lines, such as "I can no longer happily sit in your tuk-tuk", or "Porcupine, hedgehog, gorilla, today I am a greedy cat", or "Your face is very eggy, and my arches are very arched, otherwise..."

All in all, the scene is very horrifying. But it can be seen that she must have a very magnificent, complex and profound spiritual world in her mind.

Ning Chunyan's mother asked worriedly, "Is Qingluo okay? Should we take her to the hospital?"

Ning Chunyan smiled and said, "Mom, it's okay. This is just a normal state for a writer."

Mother Ning frowned and said, "But I think her symptoms are a bit serious. Your father was frightened by her when he was reading this morning, and he dared not come out no matter what."

Ning Chunyan said, "No, Mom, don't worry. Qingluo is an experiential writer. She will imagine the characters in the novel in her mind, play the leading role herself, and then talk to the characters in the book to deduce how the story will develop next.

"Even though you see her alone in the living room, in fact, in her world, the living room is full of people. There is a tutor sitting at the table, a ballet dancer lying on the sofa, and a Pekingese squatting on the floor. This is all very normal."

The more Ning's mother listened, the more she felt something was wrong. She felt a chill on a hot day and got goose bumps. "Isn't this schizophrenia?"

Ning Chunyan laughed: "How could it be schizophrenia? She got better after she finished writing the book."

Mother Ning was lost in thought for a long time and asked, "What if she can't get out of the play after she finishes writing the book?"

Ning Chunyan was stunned by her question and said, "That shouldn't be the case. By the way, Mom, do you have a vase at home? I want to find a home for this bouquet of baby's breath in my hand."

After hearing this, Ning's mother was delighted: "Who sent this to you?"

Ning Chunyan said: "No one gave it to me, I bought it for myself."

Ning's mother's face fell instantly: "As my daughter, how can you be so shameful? When I was young, there were always flowers in my house. Have you ever seen me buy flowers myself?"

Ning Chunyan felt insulted, but could not refute, so he could only ask: "Then let me ask you, are all these gifts from dad? Who else sent them?"

Mother Ning avoided the topic and said, "Take Qingluo to your room to deduce. I need to clear the table in the living room so we can eat later."

Ning Chunyan was troubled by this task. Although Chen Qingluo was beautiful and had a good figure, she would not get tired of hugging and rubbing her every day, but she was disastrous and unbearable when she was writing novels. At this time, she did not want to get close to her at all.

But even if she didn't want to get close, she had to be led away, otherwise she would keep going crazy and the whole family would have nothing to eat. Just as she was walking three meters away from her, Chen Qingluo suddenly turned around and looked at her: "Is there any water?"

"Huh? Are you talking to me?"

"Who else is here besides you?" Chen Qingluo asked seriously.

Hearing her say this, Ning Chunyan knew that she had quit her creative state, so he handed her his sports water cup. Chen Qingluo took it and sipped it, and it was obvious that she was very thirsty.

After drinking, Chen Qingluo said, "By the way, where do we put the disposable water cups at home? That guy seems a little thirsty too, so let's pour him a cup too."

Seeing her finger pointing at the empty dining table, as if there was someone sitting on it, Ning Chunyan shuddered and grabbed her hand:
"Qingluo, wake up. Don't be like this. I'm scared. There's no one at the table! Come, follow me into the house."

Chen Qingluo obediently let her be dragged to the bedroom. Only after Ning Chunyan closed the door did she regain some of her sanity.

"Look, all the fat on my belly is coming out. Your bed is too soft, and you can't drink Coke. I ate a lot of salt in the vermicelli I ate this morning, but your dining table is also very sturdy... So I was a little hesitant just now. Sorry, I didn't scare you, did I?"

Ning Chunyan took out his phone and said, "I'm fine, I just walked out. By the way, please help me with my palm. I just wrote a long message on impulse and wanted to send it to the little prince. Do you think what I said was a bit too disgusting?"

Chen Qingluo glanced at him and said, "No problem. Well, it's quite affectionate."

"Will it be unliterary? I didn't think about the refinement of the words when I wrote it. I just wrote it down in a rush."

Chen Qingluo continued to drink water and said, "You don't need literary talent, just emotion. As long as the emotion is strong enough, everyone can be a poet."

She finished drinking the water, wiped a drop of crystal water from her fair chin with the back of her hand, and said, "The only thing that is a bit disgusting is that your name, 'Little Prince', when did you develop this habit? Are you playing an alternative game?"

Ning Chunyan blushed, "It's just a name, don't think too much about it! Look, calling him 'Mr. Little Prince' is too distant, calling him 'Brother Little Prince' is too green tea, isn't calling him 'Sir Little Prince' a more moderate choice?"

"Your understanding of the doctrine of the mean is a little flawed." Chen Qingluo pointed out bluntly, "And when it comes to tea, you're almost confessing your feelings, and you even asked, 'Do you think this is love?' I'm almost vomiting because of your tea."

"Spit, spit, spit! Who gave you the water? Spit it all out!"

……

After receiving Qiu Ge's affectionate letter, the little prince put his phone back into his pocket without saying a word. He neither answered "yes" nor "no" to her question.

Qiu Ge's question was too simple. Even the dullest fool in the world would know the answer to this question. From the difficulty of this question, it can be seen that she must love the little prince very much.

Because when a woman falls in love with a man, she is reluctant to give him difficult questions.

But Wang Zixu suddenly became even more stupid than the stupidest fool in the world. He carefully read the words twice, saved them in his mobile phone, and then kept the mobile phone in his trouser pocket. He felt warm in his heart.

If he knew that just a few minutes ago, the woman was crying because of Zhang Qian's matter, he would definitely feel warmer in his heart.

He would smile and pat her on the back: "Okay, okay, don't cry, isn't it all over?" Zhang Qian married her ideal life, and I also have a wife who doesn't despise career-based jobs. We both have a bright and beautiful future.

Unfortunately, he never knew in his life that Ning Chunyan had cried because of this.

Whenever he saw Qiuge's ID, the photo of her feet that she sent to him would come to his mind - the lake blue side-hole high-heeled shoes were shining coldly like ceramics, making the white jade instep and the delicate and small toes like pearls look even whiter. At the same time, he would also think of Ning Chunyan's impressive legs that he saw at the Literary Association that day, slender and graceful, as white and proud as the song of the sky.

What a beautiful foot, what a dazzling leg. It would be against the will of heaven if this foot did not grow on this leg.

Qiu Ge’s true identity was already revealed, and he couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t noticed.

Qiuge is Ning Chunyan and Ning Chunyan is Qiuge.

Before he knew Qiu Ge's true identity, he could pick up her book with a smile, gently stroke the cover, and lift each page with his fingertips, making the paper tremble slightly in the air; but after knowing that she was Ning Chunyan, he could no longer read her calmly like reading a book. That would put him under tremendous moral pressure.

And he has more important things to do now.

"Before get out of class ends, I want to tell you one last thing."

In the base, prospective scriptwriters were sitting on the sofas in various postures. Wang Zixu himself was sitting on the dining table, looking down at them.

The prospective script writers all had red faces and were excited because they had just listened to countless valuable lessons for two hours and now felt that they had grown up and were very strong.

They can't wait to start writing the script.

"Finally, have you ever wondered why humans read stories? Who will answer first?"

Yingchan said: "Because life is boring?"

The poet said, “Because life is boring.”

The believer said: "Because I want to see something new and exciting."

Xiao Ba said: "Because you want to gain more experience?"

Cheng Xing said: "Because people should not only live in this life, but also have a poetic world."

Wang Zixu looked at Cheng Xing and asked, "Do you like Wang Xiaobo?"

Cheng Xing nodded: "I admire Wang Xiaobo."

Wang Zixu said: "Let me ask you, where did this sentence come from?"

Cheng Xing hesitated and said, "It's definitely not The Silent Majority. I guess... uh, The Golden Age?"

"Wrong guess. The correct answer is "Wanshou Temple". It's in the last section of the book."

Cheng Xing opened his mouth wide: "How do you remember it so clearly?"

Wang Zixu did not answer this question.

Xiao Ba opened his mouth in confusion: "What were you talking about just now? Why can't I understand?"

The believer said, "Oh, I thought I was the only one who was hopelessly illiterate!"

Yingjiang smiled bitterly: "I haven't read Wanshou Temple. But I have read a lot of Wang Xiaobo's essays."

The poet chewed gum: "What is the correct answer?"

Wang Zixu jumped down from the table: "There is no correct answer. All your answers are good."

He told everyone: "There are often no standard answers for creation. Sometimes it's great to write this way, and it's also good to write that way.

“You can create according to your own style and principles, but you must always be mindful of preserving your own soul. I ask you this question so that you can see your own characteristics clearly.

"I don't want to teach you to be the second, third, or fourth little prince. I want you to be yourself. Write boldly and do it."

This sentence made everyone excited, and they went upstairs to write. After watching everyone leave, Wang Zixu felt dizzy. After two hours of high-intensity output, he had actually overused his brain power, relying on adrenaline to keep him going. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, he was tired. He walked out of the apartment and sat under the porch to rest.

The sun had passed its hottest hour and was about to set. The endless plain was covered with yellow sand - it was shaken up by the large cranes on the construction site. It was hot and windless in the afternoon, and it permeated the ground and could not disperse, just like the miasma in western Hunan described by Wang Xiaobo in "Wanshou Temple", or like a dormant earth dragon.

The lonely road that crossed the entire suburb stretched straight ahead. The prince squinted his eyes and looked towards the end of the road. Suddenly, he realized that if he turned into a 28-foot-tall golden giant and leaned down to look at the ground, he would see this long road as a tail extending from the city. The undulating red slopes on both sides of the road were like the spurs on the back of a stegosaurus. And he was sitting on a thorn on the stegosaurus' tail.

Thinking of this, this strange place suddenly became familiar. He took out the box of Dafengshou from his arms, picked out a Xuanhemen from it, lit it and put it to his lips. The crane rumbled, and he smoked while enjoying the unique scenery.

An Audi crossed from the opposite side of the yellow sand and ran into the smoke ring exhaled by Wang Zixu, then stopped in front of him with a "creak", and Ye Lan got out of the car.

She changed her clothes and did not wear the one she wore in the morning. She also wrapped her legs in thick black stockings, returning to the standard appearance of a professional woman. She was carrying a lot of bags in her hands. It seemed that the residents here had new material needs.

"Aren't you going to work?" Wang Zixu asked.

Ye Lan walked to the porch, looking very happy: "My work is done anyway, and I still have to bet with you, so I came here early. I have a box of beer in my car, you can move it later."

The little prince didn't ask for beer. They didn't have time to drink. But Ye Lan didn't care about that. She said, how can the gambling game be exciting without some wine? If you lose, you have to show off a bottle on the spot.

When Wang Zixu's face was about to fall, the woman nonchalantly took out a box of Baxi from her bag and put it on his face, making him shiver all over: "Here, have some ice cream."

The ice cream is still delicious. I am embarrassed to lose my temper now.

Wang Zixu said, "Next time you come, bring me a pack of cigarettes. The brand is Dafengshou."

"Hate it, I'm just helping to carry things, do you really think I have nothing to do?"

Wang Zixu put a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth: "Okay, I won't bother you. I'll quit smoking."

Ye Lan took out his phone and opened his notes: "Tell me, what brand is it?"

Wang Zixu handed her the empty box in his hand and said, "Great harvest, three yuan a bag."

Ye Lan glared at him: "You are Mr. Wang now, but you only smoke cigarettes that cost three yuan a pack?"

"This is still the best."

The wind finally started to blow, and the air was cool. The porch suddenly became very comfortable. Ye Lan didn't want to go in right away. She put a piece of paper under her butt and sat next to Wang Zixu, placing her long legs diagonally beside his legs, forcing Wang Zixu to move half a step away.

She stretched out her long fingernails, opened a can of beer with great effort, and then tore open a bag of spicy strips, eating until her fingers were covered in red oil.

Wang Zixu glanced at her, thinking, you are also Mr. Ye, you are eating spicy strips here, not even Wei Long, and you still have the nerve to say me just now. But he was too bored, didn't say a word, just sat there thinking. But Ye Lan couldn't hold it back first, and chatted while eating and drinking.

"How is it? Can you subdue these script writers? I looked at their information and they are all from Nanjing University or the University of Finance and Economics. Can they obey you?"

In Ye Lan's eyes, Wang Zixu did not have the same charm as the little prince. In her heart, he was always that "relative that Zuo Ziliang casually found."

Wang Zixu said depressedly: "To be honest, my university was not bad either..."

Ye Lan bit into a spicy noodle and said, "Yes, but you studied science. Zuo Ziliang told me that you studied science. You studied science, right?"

Wang Zixu said: "This has nothing to do with arts or sciences. Wang Xiaobo also studied science and he could also program. Literature requires observation and imagination, and these abilities are not limited to arts or sciences."

"Who is Wang Xiaobo? Your brother?"

"no……"

"Then why does he have the same last name as you?"

"…This is a coincidence. Never mind. You don't know."

Ye Lan said, "I hadn't looked at the information of our speech therapists before. I was shocked when I saw it this time. This one is a great writer in the Chinese department, and that one is a great writer in online literature. I used to think that our speech therapists were all second-rate people, but it turns out that they are all great writers. Hey, let me tell you something..."

She leaned forward and whispered to the prince, "Don't tell them your true identity. If they knew that you are not a strong person, they might not respect you."

Prince Xu said: "I teach practical knowledge. Regardless of whether I have published any works or not, they can always feel whether the practical knowledge is useful or not."

Ye Lan sneered: "Haha, your idea is too naive. Sometimes the world is not that simple. Whoever has the stronger ability will be obeyed. This is just your wishful thinking."

Wang Zixu knew from years of experience that she was right, but he didn't want to admit it verbally. He just lowered his head and said, "Even if it's something I don't accept, I can't reveal my identity."

"Are you afraid your wife will find out?"

"Ah."

Ye Lan raised his little finger and pointed in the air: "I'm really curious about what your wife looks like. Really."

Wang Zixu didn't say anything. He suddenly felt a little sleepy.

Ye Lan finished eating the spicy strips, took out toilet paper to wipe his hands, and suddenly smiled slyly: "Do you want me to tell you how much the data has increased so far today?"

When Wang Zixu saw her smug expression, he knew the result would be bad, and said, "It didn't increase much, did it?"

Ye Lan smiled and said, "You are self-aware."

Wang Zixu said: "You are also a shareholder of the company. Why are you so happy when the stock price didn't increase?"

Ye Lan said: "The proportion has not increased, but the absolute value has increased. You have done a good job in bringing in this wave of popularity, Mr. Wang. I calculated that my shares have decreased, but I can earn tens of thousands more this month."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "Only tens of thousands..."

"Several tens of thousands are good, but with this little cash flow, do you still expect to become rich?"

Wang Zixu looked into the distance and said, "Let the bullets fly for a while."

"What did you say?"

"Let the bullet fly for a while."

Ye Lan slapped him on the shoulder: "Come on, you're always so arrogant. Who are you trying to show off to?"

After patting her hand, she left Wang Zixu's shoulder and her body suddenly stiffened. They both looked over there. There was a small red mark on the shirt on her shoulder. It was the chili oil that Ye Lan had not wiped off her hands.

"Uh, sorry."

……

While Ye Lan was lying on the sofa playing with his phone, the script writers handed in their drafts one after another. Wang Zixu sat in the restaurant, revising each one as they came in, while the script writers sat beside him and watched. In the end, all five of them gathered around him.

After Prince Xu finished revising a sentence, Ying-chan looked as if she had seen a miracle. She stared and shouted beside her: "Great, little prince teacher, so this is how the principle of regression is used. I have learned something new."

The believer glared at him. "I played it while playing Elden Circle. It returns to the principle, without 'sex'."

Yingchan said: "I thought no one would pick up on this joke."

The poet gave them a cold look and said, "You two are idiots. You two revised the most and wasted the most time."

Ying-chan said with a determined look: "The more you change, the higher your potential for advancement will be."

Believers are full of confidence: "The higher the potential for growth, the stronger the future strength will be."

"Okay." Wang Zixu pressed ctrl+s to save the file. "You can submit the manuscript now, but it's too slow. Tomorrow I'll teach you how to speed up your typing efficiency."

Everyone's eyes lit up and they nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

After sending a few people away to continue typing, Wang Zixu operated the computer, packaged the script and sent it to Huang Da.

Ye Lan rubbed his eyes and walked over: "Are you done now?"

Wang Zixu nodded, lay down on the chair to take a breath, then stood up, created a new document, and planned to start thinking about the novel for the writing competition.

Ye Lan put his hand on his shoulder: "You don't need to do anything else? Are you really going to raise the data with just a few scripts?"

"What else? I'm just a writer."

The prince felt weak and his eyelids felt heavy and he was very sleepy.

Ye Lan said, "That's awesome. I thought you would use their influence to attract new members to your fan group."

"Even if they attract fans, how long can they last? To maintain the data, they still have to rely on content creation. This is the reason for my existence."

Ye Lan pressed his forehead: "Should I say you are extremely naive or...extremely confident?"

After saying that, she became happy again, holding on to the table and turning around lightly, the Omega watch on her wrist shining.

"You're going to lose anyway, so why not raise the stakes? Just betting on drinks and midnight snacks is too boring. Let's have some exciting shows to cheer up the young people. It can also be considered team building. Come on, how do we play?"

The prince stared at her with wide eyes and yawned fiercely: "How do you want to gather your strength?"

Ye Lan laughed. She knew a lot of over-the-top ways to "break the ice," but Wang Zixu already had a wife, and his sensitivity was too high. She was afraid that if she mentioned it, he would immediately reject her, which would not be fun.

(End of this chapter)