Chapter 125 As long as there is a home, everything will be saved

Chapter 125 As long as there is a home, everything will be saved

Chapter 125 As long as there is a home to return to, everything will be saved

After Zhong Junmin finished speaking, everyone started to laugh awkwardly. It was a bit too difficult to ask people to eliminate distractions and to focus on their careers.

Zhong Junmin himself felt that he sounded too pedantic and twisted, and he thought that young people might not like what he said, so he sighed and tried to make amends:
"Actually, I've been arguing with Huang Xinghuo every day lately, and I've become a little shaken. Our students now speak the quotations of the Little Prince all the time. I despised them at first, but after listening to them more, I feel that they do have some talent. But his writing style, no matter how talented he is, will never be up to par. I just don't want you to end up like this."

Wang Zixu never expected that the topic would suddenly turn to the little prince who had nothing to do with him. Although the little prince was still him, he did not expect it and for a moment he thought his identity was exposed.

Wang Zixu said: "Professor, you don't have to worry about this."

Because it has fallen to this point.

Zhong Junmin nodded, "That's good, that's good. 'Literature, history, astronomy and calendar are close to divination and fortune-telling. They are mocked by the emperor, kept as prostitutes and despised by the common people.' Even Sima Qian, the Grand Historian, fell into a deep self-crisis, but in the end history gave him the status he deserved, and his glory will last forever. Don't give up your path because of the gains and losses of a certain time and place. You must have chosen literature because of certain beliefs. You must stick to yourself and believe in the power of words."

Wang Zixu nodded solemnly and said sadly, "Okay, I will."

Wang Zixu was not the only one who was sensitive when he heard the name of the Little Prince. Ning Chunyan interrupted and asked, "Professor Zhong, do you still think that the Little Prince is not up to standard?"

Zhong Junmin shook his head: "Not up to the mark, not up to the mark. He can never be up to the mark. No matter how well he writes, he is just a pearl in the dark. He can never be a true master."

Wang Zixu was very shocked when he heard this, but Ning Chunyan's eyes lit up: "So, you also think the little prince's writing is pretty good?"

Zhong Junmin's face turned pale: "Who said that?"

"You just said that 'no matter how well he writes, he can never be a great writer'. Does that mean he can at least be considered a great writer now?"

Zhong Junmin was so angry that he slapped the armrest of his chair: "I'm not saying he writes well, I'm saying there is a line between good literature and bad literature, part of him is at the upper end of that line, but that part is the least important part of literature. Apart from that part, the rest can't even be called literature, so he can't be said to be good."

Ning Chunyan kept her mouth shut tactfully. She disagreed with Professor Zhong's point of view, but there was no need to anger the professor over this matter.

She likes the little prince, but this kind of liking is better hidden deep in her heart. It is enough for her to know it in her heart and it is not appropriate to express it out loud.

Professor Zhong was still very unhappy after he finished speaking. He turned to look at Wang Zixu with a sullen face and said, "Your writing is not bad either. I feel it is no worse than the so-called Little Prince. Some parts may be a little lacking, but don't be discouraged, and don't be jealous of his achievements. His sudden popularity is only a temporary sensation, and becoming a great writer is what every author should pursue."

Facing the professor's expectant gaze, Prince Xu was speechless and could only nod slowly: "...Okay."

"No worse than the little prince" is certain, but "lacking in some aspects" is probably impossible, and "being jealous of his achievements" is out of the question.

Because he is the little prince. Of course, you only need to know this in your heart and not say it out loud.

He was very glad that he had decided not to disclose his identity as the little prince. Otherwise, how could so many people help him now? He cherished these fates very much. He would always keep it confidential in the future and never reveal the identity of the little prince.

Speaking of the Little Prince, Professor Zhong started to talk a lot to everyone.

Wang Zixu didn't care about the little prince, he cared more about Chen Qingluo. Now, he seemed to have gradually gotten used to being in the same space with Chen Qingluo. He was able to behave without losing his composure or making inappropriate references even when he was only a few meters away from Chen Qingluo. This was a remarkable improvement.

To his regret, Chen Qingluo never looked at him even once. He secretly looked at her many times, but she never looked at him once.

Wang Zixu was a little frustrated. It wasn't because she didn't look at him, but because he couldn't help but confirm again and again even though he knew she wouldn't look at him. He knew it would be fruitless, but he couldn't help it.

Obviously Chen Qingluo had not forgotten him, and the two of them might still try to talk to each other as before, even if the distance could no longer be close, it would be great to just be friends. But Chen Qingluo did not mean to do so.

Why did she pretend not to know herself in front of others? She must have her own reasons. Maybe she didn't want others to know that she had such a relationship with him in her youth. Maybe she felt that Wang Zixu had lived a failed life and it would be embarrassing to have a good relationship with him. Chen Qingluo's thoughts were unfathomable. Who could guess?
Maybe it was a good thing that she didn't look at him. He could put his thoughts to rest and stop gazing at her, who he couldn't get close to, which only added to his troubles. It was like the poets sighing at the moon, who couldn't get close to it, and could only imagine it.

Just as the professor was criticizing the little prince and Wang Zixu lowered his head in thought, Chen Qingluo suddenly spoke, which scared Wang Zixu.

"Why is the Little Prince called the Little Prince?"

"what?"

Chen Qingluo said: "I mean, who would give themselves a pen name called 'The Little Prince'? It feels a bit... Excuse me, a bit narcissistic. It feels like a very pretentious person."

Chen Qingluo's focus is always peculiar
Wang Zixu felt deeply shocked.

Professor Zhong just spent ten minutes talking, but it was not as much of a blow to him as Chen Qingluo's words.

Ning Chunyan quickly said, "No, Little Prince is just an abbreviation. The full name of his account nickname is Little Prince Pulling Out the Baobab Tree."

"What's your name?" Chen Qingluo raised her eyebrows.

“The little prince uprooted the baobab tree.”

Chen Qingluo's body swayed, she covered her mouth, turned around and faced everyone with her back, her shoulders shaking.

“…Puff, whoosh, whoosh…”

Wang Zixu hasn't seen Chen Qingluo so emotional for more than ten years.

She was having a fierce struggle with herself, trying hard not to laugh, but her crescent-shaped eyes betrayed her, and her cheeks turned pink.

Ning Chunyan glared at her and said, "What are you laughing at? Did the little prince uprooting a baobab tree tickle your funny bone?"

Chen Qingluo's shoulders shook even more violently.

"Ah? Is there really anyone who would be amused by this nickname? You have a really weird sense of humour."

Chen Qingluo couldn't stop laughing, and there was no way to refute her. Ning Chunyan ran over to look at her face and started to play tricks:
"Isn't it just the little prince uprooting a baobab tree? Is it funny that the little prince uprooted a baobab tree? Can't the little prince uproot a baobab tree?"

Chen Qingluo squatted down with a "嘤" sound, buried her face in her hands, and made a sound similar to that of a cat.

Wang Zixu felt in a good mood again.

How did you come up with the name "The Little Prince Uprooting the Baobab Tree"? That's great. At least I'm talented at naming things!
When it was almost time, they sent Professor Zhong to the station. Along the way, Professor Zhong talked about the literary persistence that writers should have.

Wang Zixu was initially worried that he would not get along well with Professor Zhong, given his status, position and qualifications. But after communicating with him, he found that he was not arrogant, except for the disagreement on literature.

Perhaps after reading more, people become more broad-minded and tolerant. Professor Zhong does not regard himself as an authority. He is like a lovely old man. Even if we disagree, we can get along well.

When they arrived at the high-speed railway station, Zhao Peilin told him a lot of useful things before they parted ways. For example, the postgraduate registration was usually at the end of September, and the preliminary examination followed shortly thereafter. All in all, he only had more than three months to review.

When you are 30, your physical and mental strength has declined. You may not be able to pass the exam when competing with a group of young people. If you fail, all these things you say now are just opening champagne in advance, and the names of seniors and juniors are all in vain.

Zhao Peilin said that he would provide him with review materials and notes. All the materials, notes, and various textbooks and teaching aids that he prepared for the postgraduate entrance examination would be given to him. It would be up to him whether he could pick them up or have them mailed to him.

Wang Zixu thanked him repeatedly.

After seeing Professor Zhong off, Ning Chunyan asked, "So, what are your plans next?"

Wang Zixu said: "I have an appointment with a friend, and then I plan to go home and take my wife out for a nice meal."

"I didn't ask you, I asked Qingluo."

Chen Qingluo had been in a good mood for a while after laughing about the little prince and the baobab tree, but now she felt unhappy again for some reason and said in a low voice:

"I want to go home and lie down."

Ning Chunyan's tone was particularly gentle: "Qingluo, that is not an arrangement, it can only be considered helpless."

"Then I have no other options except helplessness."

Ning Chunyan gave her a loving hug and said, "You are so pitiful. Come home with me. I will ask my mother to make you something delicious."

"I don't want it." Chen Qingluo said, and then added, "Call me at dinner time."

"You're going a bit too far!"

Wang Zixu listened silently at the side, and when he thought of Chen Qingluo lying alone in her home, he suddenly felt inexplicably sad.

Can geniuses also be lonely?
After feeling sad, I thought, what right do I have to feel sad for Chen Qingluo? Take care of yourself first, silly.

Wang Zixu didn't have a chance to talk to Chen Qingluo anymore. He called Lin Feng and drove over to pick him up. As soon as they met, Lin Feng said:
"It's so hard for you to hide this from me!"

Lin Feng said so, but he didn't look angry, instead he looked smiling. People who are truly happy for their friends won't be really angry about such things, Wang Zixu was touched.

Wang Zixu said: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you. The enemy is too insidious, and the more people know, the greater the risk."

"The enemy is indeed insidious."

Since Lin Feng overheard Shen Qingfeng and Lin Luo's plan, he gave up all his illusions about them. He could understand Wang Zixu's approach.

They found a place, and Wang Zixu told him what happened after he was rejected by Zhang Qian, which made Lin Feng sigh. He was particularly envious of Wang Zixu for being recommended by two talented women, Ning Chunyan and Chen Qingluo. Being appreciated by others like this was enough to comfort him even if he didn't get the first prize.

After hearing that Wang Zixu was planning to resign, he also expressed his concerns. Resigning at this age can be said to be quite dangerous. Except for jobs within the system, most companies would back off when they see his age. Once he resigns, it will be difficult to find a better job.

But the prince was determined, so he didn't try to persuade her. He just asked, "Have you discussed this with your wife?"

"Not yet. I plan to have a good talk with her tonight."

Lin Feng frowned.

"We really need to talk it over. Resigning is not an option without the support of my family."

After that, he sighed again: "I actually want to be like you, running towards freedom. Sometimes my wife puts a lot of pressure on me, and I also wonder why I got married. But when I calm down and see my wife and children living happily together, all the previous troubles disappear in an instant.

"For me, home is a harbor of happiness. I have been wandering outside, and have suffered so much, endured so much pain, and seen so many faces. But when I return home, the warmth I see from my wife and children makes everything else unimportant. No matter what difficulties I encounter, as long as I have a home to return to, I will be saved."

Wang Zixu said, yes.

Lin Feng is a very normal person, and there should be more normal people like him in the world. However, he could not understand the kind of emotion that Lin Feng talked about.

As far as he can remember, there has been no warm and cozy scene in his family. Before his parents divorced, their life was already a mess, and after the divorce, there was no healing scene in their life. Only Comrade Wang Jianguo walked around cursing.

He knew this was not a normal life. Not only because his classmates often laughed at him at school: We all have mothers, but you don’t, hahahaha… He didn’t get angry at that time, but just thought that it was not his fault that he didn’t have a mother, and he didn’t complain to Comrade Wang Jianguo - he was already annoyed enough at that time and didn’t have time to care about a child’s psychological problems.

Maybe it was the root of his illness that caused him to be skeptical about marriage. This skepticism gradually spread, making him very resistant to any kind of intimacy, which made him seem a little capricious.

Whenever he was about to get close to someone, he would distance himself from them, which was very hurtful. During his student life, many people had been fooled by him and were very angry with him. The only exception was Chen Qingluo. Chen Qingluo was special to him.

At that time, he was very cold, so cold that he had no human emotions. He could not empathize with other people's sorrow and joy. His cold attitude and tall stature made him cool in a sense. He was pursued by many girls, but in the end, nothing happened. It was not until a junior girl pointed out his personality problems in person in college that he realized that he was not normal.

After living with his wife for more than three years, his symptoms were alleviated a little, and he gradually developed normal human emotions and became a lot gentler. This was the fundamental reason why he could sit here and drink with Raymond Lam.

"I will have a good talk with my wife and try my best to win her support. If she is unwilling, then I will give up my current idea," Wang Zixu smiled, "After all, family is the most important thing."

Lin Feng patted his shoulder and said, "You haven't registered with your wife yet, have you? Get the marriage certificate soon and try to have a baby soon. With a family of three, life will enter a new stage and everything will be very different."

Wang Zixu was not looking forward to the new stage of his life, but at this age, he was no longer afraid of it. He nodded firmly.

Lin Feng then told him about Lin Luo and Shen Qingfeng. Because of the failure in the literary conference, the two had been very unlucky recently and had become much more low-key in their work. Lin Luo was even more depressed every day. Lin Feng felt a little gloating about this, but he was also a little worried that Shen Qingfeng might do something bad again.

They agreed to go to the Writers Association together in a few days to register and invite Wang Zixu to officially become a member of the association. Lin Feng hinted to him that if he published another blockbuster novel, he would most likely become a vice-president of the association.

After saying goodbye to Lin Feng, Wang Zixu returned home. To his surprise, his wife was not at home, her shoes were not at the door, and the lights were not on.

He walked to the dining table and picked up a piece of paper on the table. It was written in small and cold handwriting:

"I'm gone. Don't come looking for me. Don't contact me.

The wife stayed. "

(End of this chapter)