Chapter 127 Round Alien Eggs

Chapter 127 Round Alien Eggs

Chapter 127 Round Alien Eggs
Zuo Ziliang saw a lonely house. The restaurant outside the porch was empty, with nothing but a dining table (not even chairs), on which was a pile of black stuff. The air was filled with the smell of dusty leaves and orange peels, not stinky, but the combination made people feel that the smell was strange and they didn't want to stay any longer.

The entire porch was as messy as a crime scene, with a few shoes scattered around and the floor covered with intricate black footprints that extended all the way to the dark living room. The walls were very clean, but so clean that it made people feel uncomfortable. It took Zuo Ziliang a while to find the source of the discomfort: there was no decoration on the wall, not even a painting to fool people.

It was hard for him to imagine Wang Zixu living in this room.

"Was your house robbed?"

Wang Zixu said: "Last time I asked Huolala to come to my house to move books, the floor was dirty and I never had time to mop it."

He was also a little embarrassed and went into the bathroom to get a mop.

Zuo Ziliang opened the shoe cabinet next to the door, and a stale smell of shoe polish hit him in the face. There were only two slippers in the cabinet that were almost worn out. They were obviously not suitable for this season. After hesitating for a long time, he finally did not change his shoes.

He walked into the house and looked around. The living room was decorated in the same minimalist style as the dining room. Apart from a worn leather sofa and a pile of dusty bags in the corner, there was nothing else, not even a TV.

Zuo Ziliang never thought that one day he would use the word "empty" to describe other people's homes, but Wang Zixu's home was indeed very empty. He estimated that his words would echo.

"Your house was really robbed, right? Even the furniture was taken away."

There really was an echo. A cold, metallic resonance lingering in my ears.

Prince Xu came out leaning on a mop and smiled awkwardly: "We didn't have much furniture in the first place. Our family was poor before, so we saved as much as possible on furniture. Later, we just lived like this, and it didn't affect our life, so it has been like this ever since."

This house had not had any guests for a long time, and Wang Zixu and the house itself were not prepared. He wanted to pour a glass of water for Zuo Ziliang, but he couldn't even find a disposable teacup.

Zuo Ziliang said: "You used to work in the government, your salary was not high, but it was considered middle income for the working class, right? Don't you have any savings? Look at your house, it looks like it's been bombed."

"Half of my money was spent on buying books." Wang Zixu pointed to the living room and said, "What you see now is not what this house originally looked like. Before, the house was really not empty, and there were books piled everywhere. Didn't they all go to the base?"

"Then you are willing to dedicate yourself to the company."

"I've made back the money I spent on the books, and more."

"Where's the other half?"

Wang Zixu said: "I used the other half to treat my father's illness."

"What disease?"

Wang Zixu did not answer and continued mopping the floor seriously.

Zuo Ziliang said, "Can I go to your bedroom and take a look?"

Wang Zixu said, "Please do as you wish."

Zuo Ziliang went away for a while, then came back and said, "There are only your own clothes in your closet."

"She took all her clothes away. I checked and found that she took everything that belonged to her." Wang Zixu said.

"Nothing left?"

“Not a single one is left.”

After saying that, Wang Zixu sighed, turned to the bathroom, picked up a hairpin from the washbasin, and handed it to Zuo Ziliang: "Maybe this is the only one left."

Zuo Ziliang took the hairpin. It was a shiny and very exquisite hairpin, but that was all. It was not a valuable item.

Zuo Ziliang returned to the restaurant, and Wang Zixu returned the mop to the bathroom: "The floor has just been mopped, there is water on it, be careful not to be slippery."

"I know roughly what the situation is. I have nothing to ask you except one question: What is this thing?"

Wang Zixu saw Zuo Ziliang covering his nose and pointing at an oval-shaped black substance on the dining table.

"what?"

"This." Zuo Ziliang stretched out his fingers vigorously, as if to emphasize his words.

The thing on the dining table he pointed to was gray, bumpy, oval, and looked very evil. There was a faint smell in the room, which came from this thing.

Wang Zixu frowned and fell into deep thought. After a long while, he said:

"It looks like an alien egg."

Zuo Ziliang said: "An alien came to your house and laid an egg on your dining table, and you didn't even notice it?"

"I would have noticed it if it was like that, I just said it looked like an alien egg. It's definitely not an alien egg."

Zuo Ziliang stared at the thing for a long time and said, "If you say this is indeed an egg laid by an alien, I will believe it too."

Wang Zixu said: "Oh, I remember now, this should be a pomelo."

"Grapefruit?"

Zuo Ziliang stared at the thing on the table and was silent for a long time.

If this was really a pomelo, it would be the saddest pomelo Zuo Ziliang had ever seen in his life.

"Why would you think of using a cultural relic-level pomelo as a table decoration?"

Zuo Ziliang sometimes speaks a little harshly.

Wang Zixu found a garbage bag and said, "I bought it to admire it, but after it was kept for a long time, I forgot about its existence."

"What does Observation mean? Observation?"

The expression on Zuo Ziliang's face was as if he saw a mad scientist, using words familiar to him to explain concepts that he completely did not understand.

The prince waved his hand: "Come over and help me hold the bag."

Zuo Ziliang helped him open the garbage bag and watched him pick up the limp black grapefruit with both hands and throw it in. A pool of disgusting liquid was left on the dining table. He turned his face away and held his breath.

Wang Zixu said: "There is a paragraph in my novel where the wife questioned her husband why he left a rotten grapefruit on the table instead of throwing it away. I wanted to see how long it would take for a grapefruit to rot, so I bought one and took it home to observe."

Zuo Ziliang asked: "Does writing a novel require so much consideration?"

"Yes, there are many more issues to consider than you think."

Wang Zixu took the garbage bag in his hands and tied it tightly to prevent the smell of corruption from leaking out. When talking about novels, Wang Zixu seemed to have forgotten that his wife was lost:

"For example, I originally wrote about apples in that sentence because apples are the most common fruit in life. But after writing it and looking back, I felt that it lacked literary authenticity and felt like it was made up."

"Literary authenticity?" Zuo Ziliang repeated the phrase.

Wang Zixu said: "If I say there is a fruit on the table, what fruit do you think of first?"

"apple."

"That's right," Wang Zixu said, "so it's obviously made up."

Zuo Ziliang felt that he roughly understood: "So you want to observe the pomelo and establish an emotional connection with it?"

Wang Zixu said, "It's not about emotional connection. I specifically want to see how long it will take for the grapefruit to rot, and whether it will stink too much during the rotting process. If the smell of the rotting grapefruit is as bad as the smell of a sperm whale exploding, then that won't do. If the male protagonist doesn't throw it away, then that's a bit too much."

Zuo Ziliang nodded slowly: "I roughly understand your dedication to the novel. But even for Yuzu, your male protagonist is too much."

Wang Zixu stretched out his hand: "I'm going to wash my hands."

While waiting for him to wash his hands, Zuo Ziliang sat on a chair and thought. He thought very seriously, his forehead under his bald head was tightly furrowed, like a wrinkled boiled egg.

Wang Zixu washed his hands very carefully. The grapefruit juice had a faint smell of gasoline, and left a texture of acid corrosion on his hands. It took him a long time to rub off this texture, and after washing his hands, he became gloomy again because he remembered that his wife had left.

He walked out, and Zuo Ziliang said to him: "There are some things I don't know whether I should tell you."

"Just tell me first."

Zuo Ziliang said: "I won't talk about it yet. Let me ask you first, what did your wife say on the note she left for you?"

Wang Zixu gave him the note. After reading it, Zuo Ziliang said, "Since she said so, I won't tell you. Just listen to her."

"Listen to what?"

"Don't look for her, and don't contact her." Zuo Ziliang said, "She is right." Wang Zixu was confused: "Then what?"

"Nothing happened afterwards." Zuo Ziliang said, "So what if I find it?"

"If you find it, then ..."

Wang Zixu was also confused. He had never thought about this question. After his wife left, he felt empty inside, as if he had lost a part of his soul.

He just thought that he should go find it, and he could think about what to do after finding it. But after Zuo Ziliang asked him, he suddenly felt that he might not be able to figure out the answer to this question even after finding it.

Should he salute, shake her hand, and then ask her, hello, why are you leaving? Is there anything I am not satisfactory to you?
After getting the answer, he saluted again, waved, and said, "Thank you for your feedback, see you next time."

It really doesn't seem appropriate.

Zuo Ziliang said: "The stupidest thing in the world is to try to win back a woman who has changed her mind. The harder you try, the more you expose your weakness and cheapness. A woman will not give herself to a weak and cheap man. Remember what I said? Don't try to catch the flowing water, you have to become the flowing water."

Sartre stood behind Zuo Ziliang: "He has a point. Freedom is heaven."

Wang Zixu ignored Sartre: "I don't want to win her back, I just don't want to do nothing."

"Doing nothing is also a choice. Sometimes it is even the most correct choice," said Zuo Ziliang.

Wang Zixu fell silent.

Zuo Ziliang then asked, "Can you show me your marriage certificate with your wife?"

Wang Zixu said: "We didn't get the marriage certificate."

Wang Zixu seemed to see an expression of "Just as I expected" on Zuo Ziliang's face.

"Isn't that even simpler?" Zuo Ziliang said, "Legally, you are not even husband and wife. You just need to change the door lock and everything will be OK."

Wang Zixu was still worried, and Zuo Ziliang put his hand on his shoulder:
"Keep calm. She can live well without you, and you should live well after you leave her. Neither of you is dependent on the other, and neither of you owes the other anything. You came here alone, and now you are alone again. What is there to be sad about?"

"He is right," said the little prince.

Even the little prince said so.

Wang Zixu said: "Then today I..."

"You have to participate in the live broadcast today." Zuo Ziliang said in an unquestionable manner, "Come with me. Can you drive?"

"I'm afraid it can't be opened."

"Then take my car."

Before getting in the car, Zuo Ziliang suddenly asked, "Based on your observations, how long will it take for a grapefruit to completely rot?"

"A long time." Wang Zixu said, "and it will rot quietly. It's hard for you to notice."

……

Wang Zixu stood downstairs of Wen Ai's company, feeling as if he was breathing fresh air for the first time, and his brain still felt slightly dizzy.

He shook his head to get rid of the unnecessary thoughts.

"Be more alert." Zuo Ziliang said, "Today is an important day, it depends on your performance."

"rest assured."

As soon as Wang Zixu arrived at the company, Ye Lan jumped in front of him and slapped him on the chest.

"Greetings to you, great writer! But why did you come just now? How can you be late on such an important day?"

Ye Lan was wearing clothes that Wang Zixu had never seen before. She wore a pink long-sleeved chiffon coat on the outside, a spaghetti-strap dress on the inside, and elegant white socks on her calves.

Maybe it's strictly non-working time now, so her clothes are not her usual professional attire. She doesn't seek to show off her figure to the maximum, but she tries to show off the advantageous parts of her body as much as possible, looking healthy and energetic.

Wang Zixu smiled at her and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end. Huang Da came over with an admiring look on his face, holding a folder in his arms:
"Little Prince, here are our data reports from the past few days. Also, the editor from the publishing house wants to contact you."

The prince perked up and asked, "What happened at the publishing house?"

Wang Zixu followed Huang Da away. Ye Lan looked at his back with suspicion and turned to ask Zuo Ziliang:
"What's up with him?"

"What's wrong?"

"Why does he seem to be in a bad mental state?"

"Can you see this?"

"You can see it if you have eyes, right?"

Zuo Ziliang's face, which was quite oppressive under his bald head, showed a rare hesitation. He was like an agent who wanted to lie down and reveal the shocking secrets of the star to the media, but finally chose to speak in an official tone.

"His wife is gone."

"What? His wife left? Where did she go?" Ye Lan stared.

Zuo Ziliang said, "Keep your voice down. His wife either went somewhere or left, her whereabouts unknown, and she said goodbye."

Ye Lan was dumbfounded, and then asked: "Did they quarrel?"

"I don't know." Zuo Ziliang said, "He said he didn't quarrel. And it seems that it was more than just a quarrel."

Ye Lan pulled him into the office, patted the sofa and said, "Sit down and talk. Tell me in detail what's going on."

Zuo Ziliang said: "The live broadcast has already started, and they have to change the contract in the end. How can they care about such a serious matter?"

Ye Lan said: "That's none of your business. Everything has been arranged. Just follow it."

Zuo Ziliang said, I have to pay attention to the feedback.

Having said that, he still briefly told Ye Lan about the matter, and finally told her not to reveal it to anyone.

Ye Lan sighed after hearing this. Then she asked, "How could I reveal this to others? This kind of thing must not be told to anyone." Then she ran to find Wang Zixu.

Wen Ai is busy with something important recently.

Since the establishment of Wenai Club, the revenue of Wenai app has been rising steadily. This is thanks to the scripts trained by Wang Zixu, but the scripts have also flowed to rival companies, and Qingyan has also begun to imitate this model.

In response to Qingyan's despicable trick, Wang Zixu thought of an even more despicable countermeasure. After half a month of preparation, today is the day to close the net.

If the measures are successful, all current bottlenecks in Wen Ai will be cleared and the problem of shortage of speech therapists will be completely solved.

Wang Zixu was sitting in the office reading a report when Ye Lan ran over and said, "Wang Zixu, what's going on? I heard from Zuo Ziliang that your wife ran away?"

The words "my wife ran away" hurt him a little. Wang Zixu raised his head and hesitated: "I'm very busy now."

Ye Lan said: "I won't bother you. I just want to ask you one question: Doesn't that mean you don't have a wife now? What are you going to do in the future?"

She was concerned about him, but to Wang Zixu, it sounded like gloating. Wang Zixu didn't bother to pay attention to her and turned his chair to continue looking at the data.

Ye Lan sighed loudly behind him, and sighed for a while, then ran out, took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Ning Chunyan:

[Ms. Ning, have you seen Wang Zixu recently? ]

Not long after, Ning Chunyan replied: [Yes, I have met you today.]

【Did you find him strange? 】

【Hasn't he always been weird? 】

Ye Lan thought about it and laughed. Then she felt that she shouldn’t laugh. Her good friend Wang Zixu was suffering from pain now, so she shouldn’t laugh.

She typed on her phone: [It has indeed been very strange. But it seems that you don’t know yet. Do you know what happened to him just now? ]

(End of this chapter)