Chapter 90 Wisteria Waterfall

Chapter 90 Wisteria Waterfall

Chapter 90 Wisteria Waterfall
Wang Zixu is actually not very good at writing essays. The stories he wants to write are often like a wisteria that grows wantonly, spreading to any sunny place until it finally covers your balcony.

The themes of novels are often complex and diverse, sometimes even ambiguous and hazy. For example, Cervantes' Don Quixote is a great work that you can say is a satire on chivalry, a work that exalts the last chivalry, or a work that expresses the contradiction between ideals and reality.

In short, what you read is what it expresses. In a sense, you are not reading this book, you are reading your own life. You are reinterpreting your life from the perspective of Cervantes.

This is why great works can remain fresh over time - there are no knights in the world anymore, but there are still many Don Quixotes who bravely rush towards the windmills of fate - after four hundred years, this book still shines with the brilliance of romanticism.

But the topic composition is different. The topic will hold you tightly like an invisible giant hand, which is equivalent to giving you a stick and you can only climb up along the stick.

If wisteria has only one vine, it is not wisteria anymore, but some kind of landscape plant.

In response to this topic, Wang Zixu wanted to write an absurd story like this: a little boy from a single-parent family, who was always beaten by his father, developed the ability to run long distances and eventually won the championship in a competition.

Of course, he didn't have to write about long-distance running. The story could also be about a little boy from a single-parent family who was always beaten by his father, so he developed fighting skills and eventually won the boxing championship.

Of course, the little boy can also ride a bicycle, run out of the house, ride all the way to the end of the city, and finally become a cycling champion;

The little boy can also practice the art of hiding. Even though he is at home, his father can't find him anywhere. In the end, he becomes the God of Ninja.

All in all, how the story will turn out in the end depends entirely on Wang Zixu's mood.

In Wang Zixu's eyes, these stories are all the same, there is no difference. Because they are all contrary to the logic of reality. The logic of reality can only be -

The little boy did nothing and ended up being self-abased and autistic, becoming the current Wang Zixu. For more than ten years, he has been trying tirelessly to prove that he is not a mediocre person.

No matter how Wang Zixu wrote, there would always be a character named Chen Qingluo in the novel, becoming the biggest motivation and obstacle for the protagonist. She would always appear in his writing, and he would suddenly realize it and then delete her. She would not exist in the final draft.

The first draft often has to be revised more than 26 times before the final draft is formed. In the end, the words on the first draft will become unrecognizable. Chen Qingluo will definitely not exist in it. She will only turn into a faint shadow, staring at the readers between the words.

"What happened to the little prince teacher?"

"I don't know. Let's observe for a while. If it doesn't work, send him to the doctor."

Ye Lan and the others gathered around the dining table. Wang Zixu sat at the main seat, holding chopsticks in his hand, staring at a plate of tomatoes in a daze.

The poet laughed sarcastically: "Are you really engaged in literature? Obviously, he is still thinking about his novel."

The believer said: "You who are engaged in literature, when you are engaged in literature, are you really so... strange?"

The poet said: "No. For example, when I am in a trance, I don't look strange, I just look cute."

She shook her head, and her pink hair swayed.

Cheng Xing said: "I do immerse myself in writing, but usually only when I am writing. The reaction of Mr. Little Prince shows that he has a strong concentration, which I really admire."

Cheng Xing said this very sincerely, and looked at Wang Zixu with admiration. He felt that the closer he got to this fire, the more he could understand why he wrote that kind of text.

Ye Lan sat next to Wang Zixu, with her hands on her chin and her legs tightly together. She first waved her hands in front of his eyes, and then moved the chopsticks close to his face, but did not poke them.

She was as excited as a child who found a shell: "He really didn't move. If he was a wildebeest on the African savannah, he would have been eaten long ago."

The poet said: "It's a pity that he is not a wildebeest, and we are not lions."

Ying-chan patted her chest and said, "With us protecting the little prince teacher, he will be fine."

Ye Lan sighed: "It's a pity that he is not a wildebeest - no, I mean, fortunately he is not a wildebeest."

After she finished speaking, she looked at everyone: "Eat? Why are you all standing there? Why aren't you eating?"

"The little prince teacher hasn't even started eating yet."

Ye Lan waved his hand: "It's okay, you guys eat. Please bring a plate over, I'll give him a little of each dish."

Ye Lan usually had an aura that kept strangers away. No one in the company dared to act rashly in front of her. Everyone in the Wenmi Club knew she was not easy to mess with the first time they saw her, and they didn't dare to joke with her easily. But at this time, she acted very caring. Everyone looked at her and felt that Ye Lan, who was holding her hair up and helping the little prince pick up food, was actually emitting a maternal glow. Some people also had a little misunderstanding because of this.

After picking up the dishes, Ye Lan waved: "Come on, you still have things to do tonight, so we won't drink with dinner, let's celebrate with a midnight snack."

Xiao Ba asked weakly, "What are you celebrating?"

Ye Lan smiled: "I made a bet with the little prince. If our data today is exceptional, then we will celebrate his victory. If the data is the same as yesterday, then I win."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment: "Doesn't that depend on our script today?"

Ye Lan nodded: "Yes."

Ying-chan pointed at herself and then at the others: "Then our head speech therapists are sitting here doing nothing, won't the data be greatly reduced?"

The believer patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, I'm glad to hear that you value us so much, but I still have to say that we are not that important."

Xiao Ba suddenly said, "It doesn't matter whether it's important or not. It's all data! How embarrassing it would be if we lose?"

Everyone was afraid that he would transform into a fire-breathing Mecha Godzilla on the spot, and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, let's finish eating quickly and log in quickly. Let's take 10 orders at the same time today until we can't chat anymore."

Wang Zixu suddenly woke up from his immersion and looked around for chopsticks. Ye Lan pointed at him and said, "The chopsticks are in your hand."

Wang Zixu lowered his head to look for food again. Ye Lan pushed a plate over and said, "Eat what's in here." Wang Zixu lowered his head and started eating.

Ye Lan supported her cheek with one hand and smiled dotingly. She had never raised a dog, but she felt that she had found the joy of raising a dog.

The speech therapists finished their meal and hurried to their rooms. Wang Zixu was still sitting in front of the computer in a daze. Ye Lan opened his phone and sent a message to Huang Da:
"Thank you for working overtime today. Please notify me as soon as the data is out."

Huang Da replied immediately: "Boss Ye, this is amazing."

Ye Lan asked: "What's wrong? Is the data good?"

Huang Da said: "The data is not clear yet, after all, the peak period has not arrived yet, but you know, today's retention is particularly high! And the number of orders placed by users in a single day has almost doubled!"

Ye Lan felt something was wrong, but also very good, so he asked, "What's the reason?"

Huang Da said: "It may be because there are more scripts. In the past, users would place an order and leave, but today there are a lot of renewal orders. The number of scripts has increased, and it is easier for speech therapists to perform!"

Ye Lan took a deep breath and went to find Zuo Ziliang again: "Have you checked the data? Is it rising too much?"

Zuo Ziliang said: "I only know that if we can maintain today's performance, doubling this month's earnings will be a piece of cake."

"You're making that assertion right now? You're still so arrogant."

Zuo Ziliang said: "I can only say that it is conservative. I'll give you a number, 335 million, at least, okay?"

Ye Lan quickly calculated the benefits in her mind, then bit her lips hard. Her body felt a little hot and her face flushed. She reached out and pulled the stockings, and the stockings bounced back to her legs with a "pop" sound. The soles of her feet felt itchy, so she quietly took her feet out of her shoes and rubbed them against each other through the socks.

"Are you so confident?" Ye Lan replied.

"It's not about confidence," Zuo Ziliang said, "it's about believing in the little prince."

Ye Lan looked back at Wang Zixu, who was standing in a daze in front of the bright light of the laptop, and still felt unsure.

……

Diao Yiwen leaned on a seat on the terrace, holding a cup of milk tea in her hand, with her cold cell phone resting on the cold tea table.

She turned her phone on and off. The moment the phone lit up, the name "even羽" was revealed. That was her nickname on the "Wen Ai App".

She had only heard of The Little Prince not long ago, but had never watched it. Later, she heard about the "Wen Ai App" and thought it was very interesting, so she secretly downloaded it.

She never locked her phone before, but now she not only has a password, but also a hidden folder, which is used to hide this software. In any case, a girl like her with a good upbringing, clean family background and outstanding background must not let people know that she uses such an app.

So she never dared to open it. Today, she had nothing to do, so she used it secretly. The other party was very enthusiastic at the beginning, so enthusiastic that she got goose bumps all over her body. She was so scared that she turned it off immediately.

At this moment she was hesitating whether to delete it.

The phone lights up and you have a new message notification:

"Xiao Diao, let's go out for a drink tonight."

It was sent by Song Yinglian.

She picked up her phone and lazily opened the chat app. She first typed a polite refusal, then deleted it all and changed it to an emoticon of a cat shaking its head.

She knew what Song Yinglian was thinking, but she really didn't want to have any more contact with him. She would definitely leave this unit, and she was afraid that he would be entangled when they broke up, so she kept being distant with him.

But if she completely ignores the other person, she sometimes feels very empty. If she doesn't interact with colleagues of the same age at work, she will have no circle of friends. She is not a person who likes loneliness.

At this time, she began to regret not going abroad. None of her friends had returned home, and she couldn't even find anyone to talk to.

Somehow, she opened Wen Ai again...

…An hour later, she looked up from her phone screen.

It was completely dark.

She swore that she was not obsessed and just wanted to take a quick look.

As a result, she not only spent money on it, but also extended the time.

It was a little scary. She was even a little scared of herself.

She decided to delete the app.

After thinking for a while, she clicked on the avatar of the speech therapist "Innocent Poet" again, gave all her remaining balance to him in the reward area next to it, and left a message:

“Thanks for sharing this meaningful time.”

This is what the other party said just now. She felt it was very literary and liked it very much.

(End of this chapter)