Chapter 106 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land

Chapter 106 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land

Chapter 106 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land

The black Steinway piano's streamlined body is like a reflection of a gorgeous large crystal chandelier on the water surface. The warm yellow light shines on the dark champagne bottle, stirring in the clear liquid inside the bottle. On the wall hangs a landscape painting by a Russian oil painter. The green landscape of the countryside gushes out infinite vitality, breaking through the constraints of the frame and spreading to the green wall cloth with complex patterns.

Zhang Qian was lying on a toffee chair. On the mirror-smooth marble floor in front of her were many white paper balls, which contained her dried tears. Behind her was a huge aquarium, in which several painted flame shrimps were leisurely swinging their tails and legs. These shrimps were very authentic and would not turn into talking lobster doctors. She was lying between the lobsters and the toilet paper, like a dividing line.

From her best friend's perspective, the composition is very interesting.

Zhang Qian had been sobbing for half an hour, talking about her ex-boyfriend over and over again, and more often complaining about Ning Chunyan. Even though they were best friends, she had yawned five times at this point, an average of once every six minutes.

"Why is he so disgusting? Somehow he became so confident after being praised by a talented woman. I really feel sick when I see him like that!"

My best friend secretly yawned again, and finally couldn't help but said, "If you knew it would be disgusting, why didn't you just not go? Not only would you be in a bad mood if you went, but you would also give people a handle against you."

Zhang Qian said, "But I'm really curious if he really hooked up with Ning Chunyan."

"That's it. You're asking for trouble."

Zhang Qian was indignant: "I don't understand. How did he hook up with Ning Chunyan? And he even found someone to support him."

The bestie propped herself up and said, "These two are having an affair."

Zhang Qian took another piece of toilet paper and blew her nose: "Apart from adultery, I can't think of any other reason."

"Yes. This crap about talented men and women is all about flattering each other. But it's pretty impressive that you can hook up with Ning Chunyan, your ex-boyfriend."

"Isn't Ning Chunyan a lowly person?" Zhang Qian turned around and asked.

My best friend said rationally, "If there really is an affair, it can only be considered as a love affair, not a lowly affair."

Zhang Qian glared at her: "Whose best friend are you?"

Her best friend quickly coaxed her: "I'm on your side."

Zhang Qian lowered her head: "Anyone who falls in love with Wang Zixu is a lowly person."

My best friend didn’t want to say something mean but couldn’t help herself: “Didn’t you talk to him too?”

Zhang Qian said: "It's not a dating relationship, it's just a blind date for a while. If I really fell in love, would I be able to meet him so calmly?"

My best friend said sincerely: "That's true."

After that, the bestie asked again, "But is that person's manuscript really good? Even Ning Chunyan is willing to support him, so he can at least make it to the second round, right?"

Zhang Qian shook her head: "How high can his level be? I don't even know what his level is. He was eliminated immediately after entering the second round. Besides, Ning Chunyan's level is not good either."

Her best friend was shocked: "Is Ning Chunyan's level no longer good enough?"

"I heard from someone that her level is not as good as Chen Qingluo," Zhang Qian said, "Next time at the literary gathering, I will have to say a few words about her level. I can't let her be a judge anymore."

"Change to Chen Qingluo." The best friend shouted.

"Yes. Let's change to Chen Qingluo."

……

Chen Qingluo sat in the passenger seat of Ning Chunyan's car, looking at Ning Chunyan in the driver's seat as if she was looking at a child who was trembling because of going to kindergarten for the first time. There was some confusion, some curiosity, and some joy in her eyes.

"Your driving skills are not good enough. Your hands are shaking." Chen Qingluo said.

Ning Chunyan dropped the steering wheel: "Then come here."

Chen Qingluo said: "I haven't got my driver's license yet."

"Then you have the nerve to say that to me!"

"I failed the third test three times."

"Test 3? Wouldn't it be easy to pass if you practice more?"

"I'm discouraged. I don't want to practice anymore."

"you are hopeless."

Ning Chunyan parked the car in front of the campus gate. The greenness of the whole campus could not be contained. The vitality stretched out from the iron fences of the campus yard. The streets were bustling with cars and people, and it was still the old scenery.

Of course, it wasn’t that old for Ning Chunyan, as she had only been away from school for less than a week.

"How long has it been since you returned to your alma mater?" Ning Chunyan asked.

Chen Qingluo thought for a moment and said, "It's been a long time. I don't count that kind of time."

Ning Chunyan said: "Why aren't you nervous?"

Chen Qingluo said: "You don't need a reason to not be nervous, but you need a reason to be nervous. So, why are you so nervous?"

"What if I get rejected?!"

Chen Qingluo shrugged: "That's because Wang Zixu is more embarrassed."

The two got off the car and lingered at the school gate for a while. Soon, an unfamiliar student came running over. He was wearing a clean white shirt and had a bright smile. "Is that Senior Ning?"

"Ah, uh..."

"I'm your fan! Can you sign an autograph for me?"

"Sorry, I didn't bring a pen..."
Ning Chunyan was in an awkward situation, and Chen Qingluo watched from the sidelines with a gloating look. When she finally signed her name on the boy's clothes, Chen Qingluo said quietly:

"Tell me, can I get rich by reselling your autograph? You are a talented lady of Ning."

Ning Chunyan glared at her resentfully, but before he could say anything, a voice suddenly sounded behind him:
"Excuse me, are you Senior Chen Qingluo? I'm your fan, can you sign an autograph for me?"

Chen Qingluo turned around like a puppet and stammered, "I, I didn't bring a pen."

"I have."

Ning Chunyan leaned close to Chen Qingluo's ear and said, "You should resell your own first."

Both of them were dressed rather coolly today. Ning Chunyan wore a sleeveless jacket and denim shorts, while Chen Qingluo wore a college-style short-sleeved shirt and an below-the-knee skirt. Because of their figures, they stood out when standing together, so it was no wonder that they attracted more attention.

Ning Chunyan said: "I suddenly remembered that we haven't told Wang Zixu about this yet."

Chen Qingluo said: "There's no need for him to know. If he knew we were helping him, it would seem a bit strange."

"But he has to be mentally prepared, right?"

Chen Qingluo agreed to let her call Wang Zixu. After the call was connected, Wang Zixu just listened to Ning Chunyan in silence without expressing any opinions.

Finally, Wang Zixu said: "Thank you very much for doing so much for me."

Ning Chunyan said carelessly: "It's a great favor, but you should remember it in your heart. I don't expect you to repay me. I hope you can maintain this purity in your love for literature in the future."

Wang Zixu said: "If you don't succeed in the end, then you should withdraw as soon as possible and stop caring about it. Just pretend that nothing happened, so as to avoid any impact on you."

Ning Chunyan said: "Thank you, but you should still consider your own situation at that time."

“It’s nothing more than a change of environment for writing.”

After hanging up the phone, Chen Qingluo curled her lips and said, "Why are you pretending to be cool?"

Ning Chunyan looked at her challengingly: "You mean I'm cool, right?"

"I'm talking about him."

……

Wang Zixu hung up the phone, and Ye Lan asked in the co-pilot seat: "Has Miss Ning arrived at Nanjing University? In other words, she is in the East China Sea right now?"

"Yes."

Ye Lan said: "Then why didn't you tell her that we are also in the East China Sea? Maybe we can run into each other!"

Wang Zixu turned the steering wheel. "Even if we are in the same city, we are at least ten kilometers away from her. The East China Sea is very big, so big that it is not a hometown, so I know I will get lost in it."

Ye Lan was confused: "Although I don't know what you are talking about, but, we will take the poet back to Nanjing University to get his things later. Maybe we will meet him on the road. How about we have a meal together?"

Wang Zixu said: "No, although people I know say that there are a lot of people from Nanjing University, but I don't really like my two circles to intersect."

The poet chewed gum in the back of the car: "Have you asked your two circles for their opinions? Maybe they want to meet each other?"

"No, you don't want to."

The four people in the car, Wang Zixu, Ye Lan, Cheng Xing, and Wu Zui Poet, were on their way to Donghai. They were going to do something that had been postponed for a long time - to discuss the publication of the physical book of "The Little Prince's Love Letter".

Wang Zixu drove Ye Lan's car. Originally, Wang Zixu didn't want to be there in person, as that would increase the probability of the little prince's identity being exposed, but if he didn't come and asked Cheng Xing to pass on the message, many things would be difficult to discuss, so he came here in person this time.

Ye Lan and Cheng woke up to prove for him that he was indeed the little prince himself - after all, there were very few people on this planet who could prove who the little prince was.

The poet was just visiting on the side. She was still a freshman this year, and it wasn't vacation time yet, so she planned to go back to school to say hello and take care of some things.

Cheng Xing said: "Nanjing University does have some literary genes. Ms. Ning is also from Nanjing University. The poet and I also all embarked on the path of literature at the same time."

The poet asked: "Which university did the little prince graduate from?"

Wang Zixu was driving and pretending not to hear.

In fact, when he heard Cheng Xing's words just now, his thoughts flew to a certain person. That person also graduated from Nanjing University, also embarked on the path of literature, and went further than everyone else. He was glad that Cheng Xing did not mention that person's name directly.

The wheel tracks crisscrossed the road, leaving behind faint traces, like a thread secretly pulled by fate, whose vague path could not be detected by anyone but a person of great wisdom.

……

Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo were sitting in the faculty office in a blink of an eye. It was called a faculty office, but it would be better to remove the word "teaching" from it. The professors were busy all day long, arriving on time for class and leaving as soon as get out of class was over. They rarely stayed here, unlike high school teachers who were busy preparing lessons and grading homework. At most, they would come here to enjoy the air conditioning during breaks.

Professor Zhong Junmin was easily invited to meet the two girls because of the "Xihe Twins". He sat opposite the two girls, drinking a full cup of bitter buckwheat tea, and a young man who looked like his student stood behind him, with his hands behind his back, staring at them.

(End of this chapter)