Chapter 139 Synchronicity
Chapter 139 Synchronicity (10000 words)
What Zhao Peilin called “half of the country” was the library of Nanjing University.
You can take a shortcut to the library. You can climb up Lijia Mountain through the woods and go straight along the ridge to the library of Nanjing University. If it weren't for Zhao Peilin, a native, leading the way, Wang Zixu would not have known this path.
Lijia Mountain is also a historical and cultural attraction. Along the way, Zhao Peilin pointed out to Wang Zixu that this is Guo Moruo's former residence, this is Yu Dafu's old garden, and this is Wen Yiduo's cottage.
The two of them reached the top of the mountain and stopped at the same time. Surrounded by old trees and withered vines, the sound of pine trees blowing in the forest, and looking up, they could see the sky cut by layers of coniferous forests, like a round well. The sky at the mouth of the well was as blue as the sea and as clear as a mirror. Between the layers of forest, the school building with glazed colored tile roofs at the foot of the mountain appeared and disappeared.
Wang Zixu couldn't help but sigh: "The land is blessed with outstanding people."
Zhao Peilin looked proud: "The land is blessed with talented people."
Wang Zixu said: "It is a romantic place in the world."
Zhao Peilin said: "You are willing to let us be as frivolous as we want."
The two smiled at each other, and then Wang Zixu lowered his head and saw a used condom lying between the cracks of a large rock.
For a moment, the atmosphere became somewhat quiet, and both of them were sweating.
"The school spirit of your school is quite...liberal. Very...uh, very much like the spirit of the pre-Qin period."
"Ahem... our school has quite a lot of tourists, and the quality of those who come to appreciate the flowers varies..."
Zhao Peilin cleared his throat shyly, and quickly passed the blame to the tourists, then changed the subject:
"Come, look here. This is the inscription by Wen Yiduo, the first dean of our School of Literature..."
The heart of a teenager is like a public toilet, they can do anything they want. Both of them felt unlucky and for a moment they felt that all the fallen leaves were dirty, so they left quickly.
At this point, Wang Zixu's past memories were awakened: every university always has a small forest that serves as a rendezvous place, absorbing the school's idle hormones day after day and hosting pairs of wild mandarin ducks. And Lijia Mountain obviously took on this important task.
...Even though there are the old gardens of Guo Moruo and Yu Dafu and the small house of Wen Yiduo here, it cannot stop the wild mandarin ducks from sitting on the rocks in the wild and playing tricks.
Wang Zixu felt a little regretful. He shouldn't have left so quickly. He should have picked up that thing and returned purity to the mountain where the ancestors once lived.
Zhao Peilin also said that this was Chiang Kai-shek’s previous command center, and that Wen Yiduo lived here after he resigned and went to Peiping.
Wang Zixu said, Oh.
Thinking of this, Wang Zixu finally felt better. It was better to leave the thing at the doorstep of Jiang Guangtou's house than at the doorstep of Wen Yida's house.
Zhao Peilin also said that later when the East China Sea fell, the Japanese drove Chiang Kai-shek away and used this place as their headquarters.
Wang Zixu said, Oh.
Wang Zixu looked back at the mountain. Both Chiang Kai-shek and the Japanese had become the ashes of history and could not resist the surging libido there.
The waves behind push the waves ahead, and that small condom may be a footnote to the endless historical changes of human reproduction.
However, he still hopes that these people will be more careful, even if it's just to go out and get a room?
The two walked down the mountain and crossed Xiangji Road. A yellow building stood silently in the warm sunshine.
At first glance, this building looks ordinary, just like most other buildings of the last century, with a straight body and a little small compared to the buildings of the new era. But a closer look reveals its unique charm: the window lattices are arranged in an orderly manner, like countless eyes looking outward, the outer wall is gently caressed by time, and the stone bricks are soaked with vicissitudes.
Wang Zixu said: "Is this the half of the country you mentioned?"
Zhao Peilin said: "Yes."
“Every university has a library.”
“It’s not a university without a library.”
“There are many universities in China.”
"Countless."
Wang Zixu asked: "What is so special about the NTU Library?"
Zhao Peilin said: "Nanjing University Library publishes two lists every year."
Wang Zixu said, "Oh, I know. One is the library's borrowing list, and the other is the library's well-received list."
I don't know who made the rule, but before the winter solstice every year, the media would publish book lists from the libraries of Nanjing University and Peking University. The titles would be accompanied by some shocking words, and the links would be turned into rounded square boxes and circulated in various groups. Even in groups that have nothing to do with literature, such as Wang Zixu's work group, there would be people with ulterior motives who would forward them.
People simply refer to these two lists as the "North and South Lists."
Wang Zixu was curious whether people knew what this word meant in history, but people just called it that way willfully, and he could do nothing about it. For schools like Peking University and Nanjing University, people have a lot of fascination in their hearts, and everyone is very concerned about what the students of the two universities are reading.
The word "enchantment" is mentioned here, and he had previously mentioned "disenchantment" to the poet. "Enchantment" and "disenchantment" are a pair of words with opposite meanings.
Enchantment can be roughly understood as people having a sublime filter for something, which comes from not understanding it. Once you understand it and deconstruct it in a systematic way, it will be "de-enchanted".
Wang Zixu was also extremely fascinated by the "North-South List" at first, until he saw Shen Qingfeng's name on the borrowing list, and then he naturally let go of the fascination.
Most students from the two major universities in the north and south did not have much time to read miscellaneous books in high school, so when they arrived at university they frantically tried to make up for the lost cultural knowledge. The top books on the borrowing list are usually "Thoughts" and "The Republic", while the top novels are books by famous writers such as Mo Yan, Marquez, and Liu Cixin.
Wang Zixu had read these books when he was in high school. Not to mention, Shen Qingfeng appeared on the books with great names, which made him feel a little jealous. Later, he stopped reading the "North and South List".
Wang Zixu spread his hands and asked, "Aren't these two lists all hyped up by the media?"
Zhao Peilin said: "There is an element of media hype, but if it wasn't so outrageous, why would the media come here to hype it up?"
"What's the evil?"
Zhao Peilin said, "Do you know that all major booksellers have sales charts? Our predecessors have calculated sales and found that any book that appears on the borrowing chart will appear on the bestseller list within two weeks, without exception. Similarly, any book that falls off the borrowing chart will disappear from the bestseller list within a month."
After Zhao Peilin finished speaking, he stared at him with an intriguing expression: "Isn't this weird?"
The prince was silent for a moment, then said, "You mean, this borrowing list is like a weather vane for best-selling books?"
"That's right." Zhao Peilin said, "Later, whenever there was a new book on sale, there would always be a bunch of people rushing to our library to check out and borrow it. All the major booksellers, from small to large, such as Hanqing and Bohan, all had spies in Nanjing University. Over time, this matter was discovered by the media, and later these two lists were hyped up."
Wang Zixu said: "This is what experts see, while laymen just watch the show."
"Correct."
After thinking for a while, Wang Zixu asked unwillingly, "Is it really so accurate, without exception?"
"If there are exceptions, it means the sales rankings are wrong," Zhao Peilin said.
Under Wang Zixu's strange gaze, Zhao Peilin explained:
"There were some books that were not on the borrowing list, but were very popular in the market. Students followed the clues to investigate and found evidence that the book was inflated in sales. After the exposure, there was quite a stir."
Wang Zixu sighed, "Then the sales list must be wrong."
"Would I deceive you?"
The prince asked with some expectation: "I want to ask, is Shen Qingfeng's best-selling achievement true? Is he ranked high on the borrowing list?"
Zhao Peilin looked embarrassed: "Why are you suddenly mentioning that pretentious criminal?"
"Just out of curiosity."
Zhao Peilin said: "Although I don't like him very much, and he does have some marketing elements, he is really popular. Like you, I used to doubt those best-selling authors in my heart, so I checked his records. Before he became popular, he was already ranked on the borrowing list, and his growth curve was relatively normal."
In Wang Zixu's disappointed eyes, he concluded: "I can't say that Shen Qingfeng's popularity is 100% clean, but it is definitely mostly due to his strength."
Wang Zixu was depressed for only a moment before he cheered up again. He thought that Shen Qingfeng was really popular, which was actually a good thing. If this guy could become a figure like Zhen Guanxi in Xihe purely by marketing, and had forced himself into such a mess, it would be really despairing.
It may not be impossible to replace Shen Qingfeng's position.
"You are so concerned about Shen Qingfeng. Do you have a personal relationship with him?" Zhao Peilin asked.
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "To some extent, it can be said that it is a personal relationship, but a negative one. He and I are from the same hometown. He opened a Qingfengju in the local area and he is a local boss."
Zhao Peilin said, "I understand. Then you are unlucky. Although this guy has a bad reputation and has never been on the list of recommendations of the Nanjing University Library, he is very rich. He has a total of 12 books, all of which are bestsellers. We have calculated his income, and the royalties alone are at least more than ."
At this point, Zhao Peilin gnashed his teeth and said, "On the surface, all of us Chinese department students are calm and composed, walking slowly with walking sticks in the setting sun. In fact, we want to be on the borrowing list more than anyone else, and we will do anything in exchange. Shen Qingfeng can be on the list, why can't I? Oh my God, I have always dreamed of being on the borrowing list, even if it is only to Shen Qingfeng's position..."
The prince remained silent.
Outsiders would probably sneer at Zhao Peilin's mentality, but didn't he have the same mentality?
He remembered how much he had longed for success in a worldly sense. Later, he won the first place in the Xihe Literary Society, which allowed him to float a little in the quagmire of his life. But when he looked around, he saw even bigger quagmires all around.
For Zhao Peilin, the borrowing list is success in the secular sense.
"Is Shen Qingfeng still on the borrowing list now?"
Zhao Peilin smiled and said, "He's long gone. He hasn't published a new book in two years, right? The competition on the borrowing list is very fierce. Unless you're a true god who doesn't publish a book in a year, there won't be anyone like you in the world. His focus has probably shifted to running the B&B business. But he's made enough money."
Wang Zixu said: "I have heard from the grapevine that he may publish another book in the near future. However, he seems to be unable to write anymore."
Zhao Peilin was a little surprised at first, then he said calmly: "I have reached the age where I can no longer write. A writer's golden creative years are only a few years. Once you slack off, it will be difficult to pick up the pen again!"
"So who are on the list now?"
Zhao Peilin thought for a moment and said, "The dominant position will always be the same few. No one has completely replaced Shen Qingfeng's niche. In recent years, there are no new male writers except Long Jia who writes youth literature, Jin Tong who writes suspense, and Prince Xiangrui who writes imaginative works. As for female writers, there is Xiao Mengyin."
Wang Zixu took notes in his mind, and when he heard a familiar name, he raised his eyebrows: "Xiao Mengyin?"
"what happened?"
"This is at least the third time I've heard her name today."
"After all, she's a hot figure." Zhao Peilin said, "She's beautiful, good at marketing, and writes damn good books."
When he said the last part of the sentence, Zhao Peilin couldn't hold it in any longer and almost spit out saliva. In the end, he shook his head half in self-abandonment and half in self-mockery: "Comparing yourself to others will only make you angry!"
"Comparing yourself to others will only make you feel nauseous." Wang Zixu smiled bitterly.
The two of them walked and talked as they went, and before they knew it they had arrived at the library entrance.
Wang Zixu said, "You haven't mentioned the other list yet. What is the library recommendation list?"
"That is a list formed based on the opinions of our Faculty of Arts, voted on and recommended by several professors, and combined with the opinions of readers. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a guide for the literary world."
Wang Zixu stood in awe.
Zhao Peilin said: "The recommendation judges include not only the dean of our School of Arts, but also several senior professors. In addition to Professor Zhong, there are Huang Xinghuo, Ning Bingru, Qin Su..."
These names made Wang Zixu respect him even more: "Ning Bingru, Ning Chunyan's father?"
"Yes."
Wang Zixu said: "Then this recommendation list is extremely valuable!"
Zhao Peilin laughed sweetly: "I knew you would say that."
After that, he looked eagerly towards the library gate: "As a writer, the borrowing list represents the pinnacle of profit, and the recommendation list represents the pinnacle of fame. Junior brother, do you write for profit or for fame?"
Wang Zixu opened his mouth and began to ask himself this question: Am I seeking profit or fame?
Zhao Peilin smiled and said, "No need to answer. I know this question is difficult to answer. Just have your own answer in mind. But I will tell you, if I can choose, I hope to gain both fame and fortune. Don't be hypocritical to me. No writer would not want to do this."
Zhao Peilin pushed open the door of the library: "Come, I will take you to worship and draw some spiritual strength from the list."
Wang Zixu was deeply moved by Zhao Peilin's honesty and frankness. He followed Zhao Peilin solemnly into the library. Suddenly, the sounds of breathing, coughing, turning pages, cracking knuckles, pens falling to the ground, and the "clicking" of the steel legs of the chairs came from all directions. It was very quiet here. These sounds surged in the silence.
The library was full of people preparing for postgraduate entrance exams. Every empty space in front of the desk was filled. It seemed that even the students of Nanjing University were all running on their own paths in life. I don't know if it was for fame or for profit.
Zhao Peilin took him to an electronic display screen, and a mysterious white light shone from the blank screen.
"This is the data source of the Southern List in the North-South List." Zhao Peilin said solemnly.
"But there's nothing on it." Wang Zixu looked up at the screen and felt that it was towering.
"Because it's broken these days. When it's working, it will display the borrowing data in real time." Zhao Peilin put his hand on it, "Come, touch it with me."
Wang Zixu put his hand on it.
He thought the screen would feel cold, but surprisingly found it very warm. The white light from the display generated heat. The place where his palm touched felt rough, and if there was dust, it was floating on the surface and could not be seen clearly.
Zhao Peilin asked: "Do you feel its overwhelming call?"
Wang Zixu said: "I seem to have felt it."
Zhao Peilin said: "Feel it harder!"
Wang Zixu nodded: "Yes, I feel it!"
Zhao Peilin said: "I feel it too. This is a sign that we are the chosen ones. We will definitely have a smooth journey on this thorny road."
Wang Zixu said: "Is it possible that there is a power leakage?"
"Cough cough!"
The two were startled and turned around to find that it was the library security guard who saw them acting sneaky, so he walked over with his hands behind his back, cleared his throat to remind them, and glanced at them with a sharp look.
Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin walked away in solemn silence.
After leaving the library, both of them exhaled a breath of fresh air at the same time. It was a wonderful feeling, as if they felt the call of the great heroes on this warm land.
Zhao Peilin smiled and said, "Does the same fire as mine burn in your heart?"
"Yes."
"Then we'll be rivals from now on."
"I don't care about who's better, who's dead, I just want to see how good I am."
“When a person has a goal, life becomes meaningful.”
"mutual encouragement."
"mutual encouragement."
Wang Zixu stared at the azure sky in the distance for a long time before his vision gradually returned to normal. He asked, "Who is the highest ranked on the borrowing list now?"
Zhao Peilin finished speaking and then said, "Is there any need to explain? It must be the little prince."
"what?"
"The Little Prince has been on the borrowing list for several months. He has surpassed not only The Three-Body Problem but also Thoughts. I think he will be ranked first on this year's North-South list."
Wang Zixu: “…”
What is the meaning of life?
Zhao Peilin patted Wang Zixu on the shoulder and said affectionately: "Keep working hard. As long as you can reach his level, you can realize your dream."
Wang Zixu felt comfortable being praised, but he still raised his voice unnaturally: "The little prince's level is not necessarily very high, right?"
Zhao Peilin's face showed a strange expression: "When did Junior Brother become so arrogant?"
"Didn't Professor Zhong say that? The foundation is too shallow, and the connotation is insufficient..." "Ahem..."
Zhao Peilin coughed twice, looking embarrassed, and whispered: "Junior brother, Professor Zhong's praise and criticism of the little prince is his personal preference. We don't have to take it as the only standard..."
Wang Zixu said: "I think what Professor Zhong said is very right. In my opinion, it is just a game. Many parts are still lacking in quality and need to be polished."
Zhao Peilin looked around with a nervous expression: "Junior brother, let's just talk about this between us in private, but don't tell anyone else, especially not on the campus of Nanjing University..."
Wang Zixu said: "Nanjing University is so big, how can it not tolerate a little praise or criticism? Even the little prince himself can't stand criticism..."
When Zhao Peilin was sweating profusely, a voice suddenly came from behind him:
"Oh, who wants to criticize the little prince?"
The two turned around and saw a smiling face. A plump girl in a suspender skirt and holding a coat in her arms was standing behind them.
Zhao Peilin smiled at her: "Xu Rongrong, why are you here?"
Xu Rongrong smiled and said, "Why can't I be here? I was just sitting inside reviewing when I saw you two sneaking around. Why, are you bringing your juniors here for another pilgrimage?"
Zhao Peilin laughed and said, "Do you still need to review? Didn't you get into graduate school?"
Xu Rongrong said: "But I am still restless. I am still thinking about whether I should go to Peking University and change to a major that is more suitable for employment..."
Zhao Peilin said: "I admire you."
Xu Rongrong looked at Wang Zixu and said with a smile, "Can you introduce this junior to me?"
Zhao Peilin quickly introduced the two parties.
Xu Rongrong is a senior student in the Chinese Department. According to Zhao Peilin, she is the most fanatical certificate enthusiast he has ever seen in his life (Xu Rongrong laughed and scolded her, "You are the poorest person I have ever seen"). 365 days a year, she is either taking exams or on the way to review for exams.
After Zhao Peilin introduced Wang Zixu, Xu Rongrong opened her eyes wide and asked, "Wang Zixu? Are you the straight guy who rejected our student union president Lu Qingxuan's invitation to make friends and almost made her cry?"
Wang Zixu and Zhao Peilin looked at each other. Zhao Peilin said, "Fuck, how did you know about this just happening?"
"Did this just happen? The group chat is buzzing with it."
Zhao Peilin turned to look at Wang Zixu: "This is why I don't recommend you to talk about the little prince anymore. You haven't even come yet, and you've already offended 85% of the boys in the department through Lu Qingxuan. If you make a few public comments that look down on the little prince, you'll offend 85% of the girls in the department. You haven't even come to school yet, and you've already offended everyone in the department."
Wang Zixu was shocked: "Is it that serious?"
"What do you think? Lu Qingxuan is still very popular in our department. I wanted to remind you before, but I never dared to say it."
"I'm not talking about Lu Qingxuan, I'm talking about the little prince."
"Of course." Xu Rongrong curled her lips and said, "Which girl in Nanjing University doesn't like the little prince?"
Xu Rongrong added: "There has never been a shortage of arrogant and conceited talents and beauties in our Nanjing University Chinese Department. When everyone first entered the campus, they were all arrogant, but in the end, everyone was hit harder than the other. This is because there are so many talented people in our school. No matter how great a talent is, once he enters, he will find that he is nothing.
"Wang Zixu, you are the most high-profile person in our school this year, but I would like to kindly remind you not to give up after being discouraged! There is a precedent for this."
Wang Zixu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and pointed at his nose: "I am high-profile?"
"You're not high-profile? I've never seen a student more outspoken than you."
Wang Zixu felt quite dazed.
In the past, everyone in his unit said that Wang Zi was dull and incompetent, and sometimes they would even forget his existence, like a transparent person. At that time, he felt quite innocent - he didn't want to become a transparent person, but everyone was willing to think so.
But when he arrived at Nanjing University, people said that he was the most outstanding in the class and was unreasonably high-profile - this was not intentional, he felt that he was not high-profile.
The world is so big that a person can have many faces. Wang Zixu feels like an actor rushing to perform. He just finished a drama with the Xihe crew and now he has received a new drama to be filmed in Donghai - the drama requires him to play a high-profile person.
Xu Rongrong put her hair behind her temples and said, "Why do you look down on the little prince? Are you jealous of his popularity among women?"
Wang Zixu quickly shook his head: "I don't look down on it, I just think... uh, how should I put it? It's exaggerated. Purely from a literary perspective."
Xu Rongrong was anxious: "How can you exaggerate? I know that you won the first place in the Xihe Literary Association representing Nanjing University, but you can't be so arrogant!"
The prince was stunned.
Xu Rongrong said: "I have read your novels, too. Although they are not in the same field as The Little Prince, I have to say that The Little Prince's works are much more interesting. You want to move closer to the serious literary world, but if I may be frank, it is probably difficult for you to make a living from this with your level..."
Zhao Peilin turned to look at Wang Zixu, his eyes rather helpless, as if to say: "Look what I said?"
Wang Zixu had no need to argue with her for his reputation, so he nodded and said, "Yes, yes, you are right."
Xu Rongrong added, "Although you don't need to know how to refrigerate to evaluate a refrigerator, you are also a playwright. If you yourself cannot reach the corresponding level, your evaluation is not enough to convince others, right? So I am very unhappy that you said that the Little Prince was exaggerating. Because your own strength failed to convince me, I naturally will not believe your evaluation of the Little Prince's strength."
Wang Zixu nodded again and said, "Yes, yes, what you said makes sense."
Zhao Peilin covered his forehead and sighed. This was the reason why he stopped Wang Zixu just now. As the saying goes, trouble comes from the mouth, and this is the consequence. He knew that if he didn't let Xu Rongrong speak freely, she would not give up. He could only make Junior Brother Wang Zixu suffer for the time being. Who made him so sharp?
But what he didn't know was that Wang Zixu didn't feel bitter at all, but felt happy instead. A strange expression kept appearing on his face, and he didn't know whether he should be happy or unhappy.
Xu Rongrong slowed down her tone and continued, "Also, although they both came out of the Xihe Literary Association, Xiao Mengyin's output is much higher. Before he won the award at the literary association, he had already published a collection of short stories. Less than half a year after winning the award, he published a novella, which was serialized in Yangtze River. This year, he even won the Feishi Literature Award directly with a novel..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute..." Wang Zixu stretched out his hand to stop her from talking any further. He couldn't remain calm when the topic turned to other people. "Xiao Mengyin also participated in the Xihe Literary Festival? She is also from Xihe?"
Now, even Zhao Peilin looked at him in surprise: "No, Xiao Mengyin is the same as you, and is also participating in the Xihe Literary Conference as a specially invited contributor."
The prince was alarmed: "She is Lord Nan?"
Xu Rongrong was surprised and asked, "You don't know?"
"I really don't know. In fact, I just heard of her recently. I don't know her very well."
Wang Zixu thought about it and the first time he heard this name was when she was trying to scam the Little Prince on Weibo, right?
Xu Rongrong had an expression that said, "Look, Xiao Mengyin also provoked the little prince, but no one said anything, including the little prince. Because she has the ability. You are not younger than Xiao Mengyin, right? If you have her achievements, I will definitely not say anything when you comment on the little prince. People should be more humble. Humility makes people progress..."
Zhao Peilin quickly came over to smooth things over: "Alright, alright, let's not talk about this. There is no first place in literature, and arguing about it will easily lead to a quarrel. Besides, Junior Brother Wang is very modest to begin with, he is not what you think."
Xu Rongrong had reservations about this and folded her arms without saying anything. Zhao Peilin said, "You have nothing to do this afternoon, how about we go play mahjong together?"
Hearing this, she immediately changed her attitude: "Okay, I feel like I'm a little nervous, I need to relax. Who are we going to call if we're short of one?"
"Just grab anyone when you get there. Even dogs on the street will throw balls here."
"Or to the restaurant at the end of the universe?"
"Well, to the restaurant at the end of the universe."
Wang Zixu was completely confused, not knowing what throwing eggs was or where the end of the universe was, but Zhao Peilin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Since you have passed the postgraduate entrance examination, you will have to learn how to throw eggs sooner or later. You will learn it after playing with us today. There is no end to learning."
Zhao Peilin seemed to have some feelings for Xu Rongrong, and he acted much more like a human being when talking to her, and was also much more boring. Wang Zixu listened to their chat, followed behind and took out his phone, and saw a familiar avatar pop up, and the chat record read:
"Beep beep."
"Dududu" is their code, which means they want to talk to you. The prince switched to his trumpet and sent a message to the girl with the cat avatar:
"here I am."
Qiuge: "What are you doing?"
The Little Prince: "With friends."
In the past few months, apart from writing, Wang Zixu's most common activity was chatting with Ning Chunyan as the little prince.
They added each other on WeChat two months ago. At that time, they had already exchanged tens of thousands of words on Wen Ai. Considering that Wen Ai's speech therapy would generate records in the background, and insisting on not having a private relationship at this time was extremely stubborn, he added Miss Qiuge as a friend in private, and they continued to chat on the software.
"A male friend or a female friend?"
Wang Zixu raised his head and looked ahead: "There are male friends and female friends, what's wrong?"
The other side didn't comment, and sent a light word: "Huh."
The prince picked out words: "I find that you are becoming more and more possessive. Maybe adding you as a friend is a mistake."
Qiu Ge: "No, what possessiveness? I'm just expressing my dissatisfaction with being left out for a day. Whether you play with your male friends or have sex with your female friends, it's none of my business."
Wang Zixu was stunned: "How do you know? I was just about to go."
After a long time, a message came from the other side: "I don't want to talk."
The little prince said: "I meant to play throwing eggs, not to make love. What kind of love is that? I am just a light bulb. How do you know about throwing eggs? Do you know how to play throwing eggs?"
Hearing that they were not planning to have sex, Ning Chunyan was happy again and sent a message:
"Hehe. My dad taught me. I play with my relatives at home during the holidays."
The Little Prince: "That sounds very happy."
Qiu Ge: "It's really happy. But my hands are too small, I can't hold the cards, and they always fall."
After she finished speaking, she sent Wang Zixu a photo of her own hands. Wang Zixu noticed that she had a new manicure.
Wang Zixu suspected that she brought up the topic of throwing eggs just to send him this photo and get him to praise her manicure.
After praising her nails as she wished, the prince sent her a fake message: "Have you heard of 'synchronicity'?"
Qiu Ge: "I've heard of it. Jung proposed it, right?"
The Little Prince: "Recently, when I first heard a concept, I would hear it again and again in unrelated contexts within a very short period of time. It could be a person's name or a game of throwing eggs. Have you ever had a similar experience?"
Qiu Ge: "Yes, yes, yes! Very often! Is this synchronicity?"
The Little Prince: "I don't know. But I think it's a bit like that. Can I describe it as synchronicity?"
Qiu Ge: "It can be described as fate big data. Whatever you experience in life, it will start to appear again and again, because fate guesses what you like."
The little prince: "That's good. Fate watches over everyone. But it was you who suddenly brought up the idea of throwing eggs. According to Occam's razor, you are not the one who is watching over me, right?"
Qiu Ge: "Yes, yes, you better be careful. Big Brother is watching you."
Through the screen, Wang Zixu seemed to be able to see Ning Chunyan's face, which showed both joy and anger. She blinked at him and poked and tapped her white jade fingers with a sly expression.
He put the phone into his pocket with some anxiety.
Ever since he added her privately, he has become less and less professional, and his chats with Qiuge have long gone beyond the scope of "literary intimacy". Most of the time, they talk about trivial matters such as family matters and those boring things that only friends above the friendship level would talk about.
Perhaps we can remove the word "wen" in "wen amai", and it will just be pure "ami", the ambiguous amai.
He didn't know how to define his relationship with her, and she might have never mentioned this topic for some reason. The distance between the two of them on the Internet was carefully maintained.
Prince Xu fantasized about how Ning Chun would react if his identity as the little prince was exposed one day.
Whenever he thought of this, he felt his whole body tremble, and when the autumn heat was at its worst, his hands and feet felt cold.
The girl was walking in front, swaying left and right, like a drunk driver out of control, walking in a zigzag pattern, playing with her phone while walking, laughing. Under her pleated skirt, two long white legs were exposed.
Mother Ning frowned at her daughter and whispered to Ning Bingru beside her, "It seems that Xiaochun has been a little restless recently."
Ning Bingru sighed: "After all, I'm at this age..."
"When will she bring her boyfriend back to us so we can check him out? I'm worried about her being like this all the time."
Ning Bingru sighed and said nothing. He was also worried, but he was more open-minded. He didn't want to bring it up before his daughter did. After all, it was his daughter's own business.
Suddenly, a figure in a little dress blocked the way. Ning Chunyan looked up from her phone and saw the girl holding a gorgeous umbrella looking at her with a fake smile.
"Sister Xiaochun, long time no see, what a coincidence."
Ning Chunyan didn't really want to greet this person, but she had bumped into him face to face, so she couldn't help but greet him. After struggling internally, she finally compromised and said:
"Xiao Mengyin, why are you here?"
The girl in the black dress turned the umbrella in her hand around, and the lace on the edge of the umbrella fluttered.
"I came here to see someone I wanted to see a long time ago but never did, but I ended up meeting you whom I haven't seen for a long time. I don't know if this wonderful fate should make me happy or sad?"
Ning Chunyan was so disgusted by the artificial tone that she grimaced and wanted to use her parents as an excuse to escape, but Ning Bingru didn't understand her daughter's thoughts and walked up to her and said:
"Mengyin, congratulations on your award."
Xiao Mengyin bowed and gave a noble salute: "Thank you, Teacher Ning. Have you seen my new work?"
Ning Bingru smiled and said, "I haven't had time to see it yet."
"I still have the autographed copy. If it's convenient for you, I'll mail it to you later."
"No, I've already bought it, I just haven't read it yet."
Ning Bingru turned to Ning Chunyan and said, "Xiaochun, talk more with your friends. We're leaving first."
Ning Chunyan stretched out his hands weakly, but couldn't hold back their backs.
Xiao Mengyin still smiled: "Speaking of which, are you planning to participate in the next Feishi Literature Award?"
Ning Chunyan turned to look at her helplessly.
She and Xiao Mengyin grew up in the same yard when they were young, so they could be considered childhood sweethearts.
The reason why she was unwilling to talk to this childhood sweetheart was, on the one hand, because this guy was too competitive, and on the other hand, because she had previously taken advantage of the little prince's traffic on Weibo.
Ning Chunyan holds a grudge.
"I prefer appreciation rather than creation. I won't participate in any literary awards. What about you? Do you plan to participate in the next one?" Ning Chunyan said.
"Hehehehe..."
Xiao Mengyin laughed exaggeratedly and said, "I am the same as you. In fact, I also prefer to appreciate. However, I am not going to participate in Fei Shi not because I can't write. The next time I appear in Fei Shi, I will be a judge. Because I have already won, I will give the opportunity to others."
"Uh……"
Ning Chunyan felt like he was being squeezed, but he couldn't find anything to say. This was a disgusting experience.
Xiao Mengyin added: "I do have a candidate that I am very optimistic about. He will participate in the next Feishi Literature Award. So I came here today just to see him."
Ning Chunyan's mind flashed with Wang Zixu's image, and he said, "Isn't this a coincidence? I also have a candidate I'm very optimistic about, and he will also participate in the next Fei Shi Literature Award."
Xiao Mengyin leaned over and asked, "Who is it?"
"You don't know him." Ning Chunyan waved his hand, "What about you? Who are you talking about?"
Xiao Mengyin laughed again: "You don't know him either."
After that, she seemed to be unable to hold back and continued, "He's a very talented junior. I heard he's quite handsome."
Ning Chunyan showed a disgusted expression: "You look so greasy."
"Tsk, don't say you don't like Junior. That's hypocritical."
The synchronicity principle is working with its powerful force: at this moment, the boy mentioned by Xiao Mengyin was walking into the temporary registration point formed by the basketball court and walking towards Lu Qingxuan who was sitting upright.
(End of this chapter)