Chapter 128 The Great Library of Alexandria

Chapter 128 The Great Library of Alexandria

Chapter 128 The Great Library of Alexandria
When Ning Chunyan first received the message from Ye Lan, he didn't take it very seriously.

Because she was receiving another shocking news at that time: the little prince was going to do a live broadcast.

Earlier, Ning Chunyan said goodbye to Wang Zixu, played with Chen Qingluo for an afternoon, and followed her to her home in the evening.

The apparent reason was that she claimed that Chen Qingluo had been harassing her at her home for the past few days and she was fed up with it, so she wanted to come back and harass her for revenge. But the deeper reason was that she also wanted to spend more time with Chen Qingluo and didn't want to leave so early.

A lot of things happened during this trip back to Xihe. Some of them made her angry, but some of them made her happy. She met some friends she never thought she would meet before, made some decisions she would never make before, and is planning to move on to the next stage of her life.

However, the literary gathering was over, Chen Qingluo had finished writing her novel, and all the stories in Xihe had come to an end. They were about to say goodbye here and return to the East China Sea.

In fact, I still feel a little lonely inside.

So she followed Chen Qingluo back home. But she immediately regretted it.

Chen Qingluo's family is extremely boring.

After Chen Qingluo earned her first 400 million yuan, she moved her family to Donghai. The old house had been vacant for many years, and they hadn't sold it yet because they wanted to wait for it to be demolished. When they left, they took everything they should take away, leaving only a hollowed-out house.

As far as the eye can see, there are snow-white walls everywhere. In the middle of the living room is a sofa and a coffee table. On the back of the sofa are Chen Qingluo's bra and panties, and on the coffee table are socks. In the corner is a short refrigerator.

Other than that, there was nothing. Not even a TV.

Ning Chunyan was silent for a long time after entering the house, and then shouted towards the living room: "Ah!"

Chen Qingluo turned to look at her while taking off her clothes: "What are you doing?"

Ning Chunyan said: "Let me see if there is any echo in your house, whether there is any echo."

Chen Qingluo had already taken off all her clothes and turned on the big fan: "Don't make any noise. If you want to sleep at my house tonight, I suggest you take off your clothes with me and wash them quickly, because there are no spare clothes."

"My God, your life is incredible. No wonder you want to stay at my house, stay at my house."

Chen Qingluo put her hands on her hips and faced the wind from the fan very boldly. She turned her head and looked at her: "Why do you want to repeat yourself?"

"I'm not repeating, not repeating, it's an echo, it's an echo."

Chen Qingluo didn't want to pay attention to her, so Ning Chunyan said, "Since you're going to stay here temporarily, make your home look a little more presentable. Wouldn't you get depressed if you live in this Syrian-style house for too long?"

Chen Qingluo said: "Who said my house is Syrian style? Let me tell you, our house used to be full of books here, here, and here, where you are standing. It was the style of the Library of Alexandria."

"The Library of Alexandria..."

Chen Qingluo looked quite proud. Ning Chunyan repeated it speechlessly, deliberately using a more funny way of punctuating the sentences.

Unfortunately, Chen Qingluo went to take a shower without any sense of humor. After taking a shower, she went back to the bedroom and lay down. After a while, she began to breathe evenly.

She has been writing intensively these days, writing 12 words a day, followed by intensive revisions. After finishing the novel, she sleeps hours a day, saying that she wants to make up for the sleep she lost before.

She also said that the excessive sleep was to clear the brain memory. When she was writing the novel, she created too many characters, and those characters and stories were still imprinted in her mind. If she didn't take care of them, they would become true.

"Cleaning up the memory is of utmost importance." Chen Qingluo said to her seriously, word by word.

Ning Chunyan went to her bedroom and saw Chen Qingluo lying on the bed with her head tilted to one side, her eyes trembling under her eyelids.

She was completely naked, with a plump figure and skin as white as snow. She was 30 years old, but she still looked like she could squeeze water out of her. Ning Chunyan was a little discouraged. She didn't know if she could maintain such good condition when she was 30.

Ning Chunyan covered her flat belly with a small quilt, returned to the sofa and squatted, shaking the electric fan towards herself. Suddenly, someone shouted in her private group:

"Sisters, the little prince is going to broadcast live today!"

Ning Chunyan was startled and quickly climbed the stairs. At this moment, Ye Lan's message came.

She started chatting with Ye Lan in a random manner until Ye Lan said:

[Do you know what happened to him just now? ]

Ning Chunyan frowned slightly. Perhaps it was an illusion, she felt that she had a sense of superiority in keeping it a secret, so she replied indifferently:
【Oh. What happened? 】

Ning Chunyan continued to climb the stairs after replying. Just when he was about to see the key information, Ye Lan called him directly, speaking very quickly:
"I just typed and deleted it. Typing is too tiring so I'll just call you and tell you. Do you know? Wang Zixu's wife is gone!"

"Gone? Where did he go?" Ning Chunyan was as confused as Ye Lan's reaction when he first heard the news.

"Just left! Abandoned him!" Ye Lan said.

"Ah?" Ning Chunyan covered her mouth, "Why?"

For a moment she forgot all about the little prince.

Ye Lan said: "I don't know why. I also think it shouldn't happen. Anyway, he ran away from home and never came back, so we broke up."

Ning Chunyan bit her lip and thought to herself: Is it because of me?

She reached into her purse and grabbed the bank card containing 80 yuan in cash. She felt guilty.

"Then then then then...then how did his wife leave? Did his wife say anything when she left?"

Ye Lan hid in the stairwell stealthily, holding his phone: "His wife only left a note when she left."

"Note."

"It says, don't go looking for her."

"Don't go look for her." Ning Chunyan was made nervous by her. "Then?"

"Gone."

"That's it?"

Ye Lan said: "That's why it's so weird. His wife is really weird. It's weird enough that she's with Wang Zixu, but she also ran away from home. The way she left was also very strange."

Ning Chunyan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "In other words, it's not because of me, right?"

Ye Lan was stunned after hearing this: "Because of you? How could it be? Could it be that you and he..."

She had some misunderstandings, which made her feel as uncomfortable as if she had eaten a fly.

Ning Chunyan quickly waved his hands at the air: "What a misunderstanding, what a misunderstanding. Didn't I stand up for him at the literary gathering? Later, I discussed the issue with him alone a few times. I wonder if his wife misunderstood and caused a family conflict between them."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that her words sounded a bit teay, and she did avoid the issue of the 80 yuan. In fact, she felt that she was a fair and honest person, and there was nothing to hide about accepting the 80 yuan as a business behavior. As a result, Wang Zixu made her feel a little guilty. Now his wife has run away, this is really a dirty trick.

Wang Zixu, you deserve to die.

Ye Lan heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this, her face slightly reddened: "Oh, sorry, I just... well, it shouldn't be because of this. Wang Zixu didn't say that he had quarreled with his wife. She left quietly."

Ye Lan wanted to slap herself twice. Her misunderstanding just now was too rude. How could Ning Cainu have an affair with Wang Zixu? What virtue and ability did that boy have!
"I'm sorry, I just had a brain storm and misunderstood what you said. Don't mind it, just pretend I didn't say anything." Ye Lan apologized again.

Ning Chunyan waved her hand generously: "It's okay, I don't mind. I saw that he was fine in the morning, but I heard about this in the evening. I was a little shocked. By the way, are they divorced?"

Ye Lan said: "Don't mention they're not divorced, they're not even married." "What?!"

She climbed up from the couch and knelt on the cushions.

"What's going on?"

Ye Lan whispered: "Don't tell anyone else!"

"Uh-huh."

In fact, less than three minutes ago, Ye Lan promised Zuo Ziliang not to tell anyone about this, but he turned around and told Ning Chunyan.

It wasn't because she forgot. She hadn't forgotten, but her promise at the time naturally didn't include Ning Chunyan. She said she wouldn't tell anyone, but she automatically excluded Ning Chunyan in her heart.

Please, that's our good friend Wang Zixu, his wife who no one has ever seen has left! How can such a big thing be known only to Zuo Ziliang?

Judging from the personalities of those two grown men, I'm afraid this matter wouldn't be known to the world until 70 years later - 70 years later, Wang Zixu was lying on the bed, and the hospice caregiver came over. He suddenly thought it through, gently let go of his stubbornness, and whispered in someone's ear: Do you know, my wife actually ran away.

Based on Ye Lan's understanding of him, he is just like that. If you don't ask, he won't tell you, and he can keep it to himself until he dies.

As friends, you can all try to help him after knowing this. You can care for him while he is still young, instead of waiting until he is at the end of his life.

She told Ning Chunyan everything she had just heard from Zuo Ziliang. Ning Chunyan felt compassion after hearing it:

"So how is he now?"

Ye Lan held her phone and slowly walked to the front of the office, looking through the glass at Wang Zixu's work status:
"Not very good... No, I'm not saying he's crying, and he's not depressed... Actually, our company has an event tonight, and he's preparing for it now."

Ning Chunyan said: "He is still working now? Aren't you guys too harsh on him?"

"No, he wanted to work on his own."

Ning Chunyan now believes that the money Wang Zixu has earned is far more than 80. What kind of spirit is it to work overtime that night after his wife ran away? However, what kind of company does Ye Lan work for? Can a part-time job be so hard?
Ye Lan looked through the glass into the office and saw Wang Zixu looking down at the report with a serious expression. He looked serious and lonely, like a slender lion, lying in the tall grass. He seemed very quiet, but in fact he was always gathering his strength.

Deep down, Ye Lan felt that this man was sometimes quite handsome. A man with concentration is actually very attractive, not to mention that something major had happened to Wang Zixu? He remained calm when facing a landslide, and his emotional stability was also very attractive. But she was unwilling to admit it on the surface.

She told Ning Chunyan: "He is using work to numb himself."

Ning Chunyan shook his head: "I will be returning to Donghai in a few days. Let's treat him to a meal tomorrow and comfort him."

Ye Lan said, "Okay, I'll treat you. Let's go together."

After hanging up the phone, Ning Chunyan was still a little worried. She still felt that Wang Zixu's family situation was caused by the 80 yuan. She decided to call Wang Zixu to express her condolences afterwards, and if it didn't work, she would return the 80 yuan to him and find a way to raise money herself.

At this moment, a pale figure came out of the bedroom, scaring her.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?"

Chen Qingluo asked her while rubbing her eyes and yawning.

Ning Chunyan blurted out: "Do you know..."

She was halfway through her words, her mouth open, and she hesitated. She wanted to tell Chen Qingluo about Wang Zixu, but then she thought that she might be the culprit, and she was brazen enough to tell others about it. Wasn't that too much?

Chen Qingluo showed a puzzled expression: "Know what?"

"Why did you wake up?" Ning Chunyan changed the subject, "Don't you always sleep until dawn?"

Chen Qingluo turned and left: "Pee."

"Tsk, just like a child."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten something, and quickly opened the group chat just now, only to find that there were already thousands of posts in the group. She had never realized that these group members were so talkative before.

Everyone is talking about the Little Prince's live broadcast.

After searching the records for a long time, she still couldn't find the live link. She could only make a weak voice in the group. The humble Xiao Ning asked for help online:
"Sisters, do you have an address? Please share one, please."

……

"The equipment has been debugged," Huang Da turned to Wang Zixu and said, "Click this button later, and your words will be heard in the live broadcast room."

Wang Zixu said: "Camera..."

"The camera won't turn on, you can rest assured about that." Huang Da said, "If I'm really worried, I'll unplug it. OK, unplug it."

Huang Da was very diligent in his work and pulled out the clothes as soon as he was told to. This was the first live broadcast of the little prince himself. Although he did not show his face, he was the little prince! He had to be treated with great caution.

Wang Zixu pointed at a black screen in front of the table and said, "That screen is..."

"Oh, that's the bullet screen," Huang Da said, "It's synchronized with the audience's bullet screen in real time, and the scrolling speed can be adjusted."

"Oh."

Wang Zixu stared at the screen. The comments were scrolling so fast that he couldn't keep up with them.

Huang Da explained: "The scrolling speed has been adjusted to the slowest, but because they know you are going to participate in the live broadcast, the speech therapists are very excited. There are a lot of people in the live broadcast room."

Wang Zixu asked: "Are there so many speech therapists now?"

Huang Da was a little embarrassed: "Not all of them are speech therapists. There are always some users who bypass the verification of our live broadcast room in various ways and come in."

Wang Zixu nodded: "I understand, I understand, no need to explain."

Because before Huang Da told him, he had seen some fierce and red-faced comments, which were obviously from fanatical fans.

Wang Zixu didn't know whether Huang Da had seen it or not. He pretended to be calm. If Huang Da saw those embarrassing comments, what would he think?
But he changed his mind and thought, as an operator, Huang Da must have seen all kinds of comments. This matter can no longer be covered up and it is not the time to be embarrassed.

Before Huang Da left, he said to Wang Zixu sincerely: "Little Prince, we, the operators and all the speech therapists, actually admire you very much."

"Worship me?" Wang Zixu raised his head.

"Yes, idol-level worship." Huang Da stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, "Come on. Your decision will surely succeed."

After he left, the prince opened his mouth and stared at the door frame in a daze.

Idol-level worship?

real or fake?

In the live broadcast room, the useless believer is giving his final conclusion:

"Then today's open class ends here. Speech therapists, please don't leave. Next, the little prince himself will announce an important decision. Believe me, it is really important. Speech therapists, please don't leave. Oh, those little prince fans can leave, your comments are too..."

The live stream was cut off when he was halfway through his words. Huang Da waved to Wang Zi from outside the door, signaling him to continue the live stream.

(End of this chapter)