Chapter 151 Over-interpretation
Chapter 151 Over-interpretation
When Lu Qingxuan heard this, she frowned and straightened up, making gestures to Wang Zixu, but Wang Zixu ignored her.
Zhang Xixi was overjoyed and said, "Well, it's a deal! You can't go back on your word. If you don't admit it later, I will post evidence of your breaking of your word on the school confession wall!"
Wang Zixu asked: "What is the confession wall?"
"It's a place where you can say anything except confession."
Wang Zixu still didn't understand. He went to a science and engineering school for his undergraduate studies, and there were not many girls there. It was pitiful that he had never seen such a thing. Maybe his school had it, but he didn't pay attention.
"I'd like to state in advance that I won't do an in-person interview or video interview, so I can only do a text interview."
After Wang Zixu finished speaking, Zhang Xixi's enthusiasm faded a lot, and she said frustratedly: "If I can't meet people, the topic of the interview will be greatly reduced!"
Wang Zixu said: "The little prince has no intention of revealing his identity. If I let you meet him, it will not just be an interview."
Zhang Xixi didn't stay depressed for too long. She came here to make the request with the attitude of making every possible profit, and now she has made some money. So she patted Wang Zixu's arm:
"It's settled then. Please help convey this as quickly as possible!"
As soon as Zhang Xixi left, Lu Qingxuan came over again, looking indignant: "You know the little prince will never accept an interview, how could you agree to this?"
"How do you know he won't?"
Lu Qingxuan was speechless for a moment, and said: "Well, you don't know the little prince very well."
"Pfft."
She turned her head and looked at Ye Lan who made the sound in confusion, then said to Wang Zixu:
"Then I can only ask Editor Ning to have a good conversation with the little prince. The other party may not agree. You should be prepared to be put on the wall."
The prince suppressed a smile and said, "It's okay. I'll plead with the little prince and he won't be so unreasonable."
Lu Qingxuan was quite puzzled by his confidence. Wang Zixu looked so relaxed, as if he was just playing. This attitude made her a little surprised. She stared at his face, rolled her eyes, and then retreated tactically:
"Are you planning to pretend to be the little prince and interview her? You can't do such a thing!"
"Hahaha..." Ye Lan finally couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into laughter, "How do you know? That must be what he planned."
Wang Zixu pressed his forehead and said, "Your idea is good, but don't think about it next time."
……
Wang Zixu helped until 7pm. Fortunately, Ye Lan had already left because she was bored. He had rich work experience and was very efficient, so Lu Qingxuan softened her attitude towards him, but she still didn't like him for agreeing to let the little prince be interviewed so easily.
It was Ning Chunyan who called to inform her that she was going to attend social events outside, but she didn't see her the whole day. Wang Zixu promised her on the phone that he would go to the auditorium to help with the PPT presentation the next day, and then he pushed the door and walked out of the magazine.
In the night sky illuminated by the golden spotlights, the majestic Lijia Mountain and CBD high-rise buildings opposite emerge.
Diao Yiwen came up to him, stood side by side with him, exhaled, and said, "The wind is blowing."
Wang Zixu said: "Yes, the weather is going to get completely cold."
Diao Yiwen said: "I mentioned this to Ning Chunyan last time. Oh, yes, it was also about Shi Shuqiu."
She paused, then said, "Shi Shuqiu is also going to participate in this Feishi Literature Award, and it is said that he is determined to win it."
Wang Zixu unexpectedly heard this woman say the news that he had a premonition about but was unwilling to touch. He trembled when he suddenly learned about it, but still said as if he accepted his fate: "Okay."
Diao Yiwen said: "So I told her, if I were you, I would put the manuscript aside and wait until next year's competition to submit it."
Wang Zixu didn't say anything. She turned her head and looked at him: "What are your plans? Do you have to publish it this year?"
He pondered for a moment and nodded.
"Why do you have to publish it this year? I heard from Ning Chunyan that your book is very well written and you have a chance to win the first prize. Why are you still rushing forward when you know you will fail this year?"
Wang Zixu smiled bitterly: "The arrow is on the string."
Diao Yiwen sighed and said, "That's a pity. You have to know that authors who have won the first prize and those who have not won the first prize are treated differently.
"The author who wins the first prize has a guarantee for his next book, and the first print run will not be less than 50,000. When they hold book signing events, the name of the author of the Feishi first prize will be printed on the book.
"But if you only get nominated, no matter how close you are to the first prize, you won't be treated fairly. When publishing a new book, you won't get much preferential treatment compared to ordinary writers. In terms of publicity, you will only be labeled a 'young writer' in a very shabby way."
Wang Zixu was surprised and asked, "How could you know so much about this?"
Diao Yiwen said seriously: "A friend of mine who works in publishing told me this. You can also find out by tracking the information of past awards. Moreover, I really want to pursue a career in writing, so I have put a lot of effort into researching these."
Wang Zixu turned to look at her: "You have done good research. I will never be able to find out so much information, but I will ask you."
"Ok?"
"What if there is another Shi Shuchun, Shi Shuxia, or Shi Shudong next year who is also a second-generation scholar and wants to participate in Feishi?"
Diao Yiwen was speechless for a moment. Wang Zixu stared into her eyes and asked, "Will you continue to do so? Will you save the work for the year after next?"
After a long pause, Diao Yiwen said, "Okay, I get it. You have always acted this way. Last time you had a conflict with Gou Yingbiao, you also chose to take it head-on. However, this time the opponent is different from the small pond in Xihe. You may not win this time."
Wang Zixu shrugged and said, "You know what? In the past, I couldn't even get a single manuscript published. I almost thought I wasn't cut out for writing. Not only did people at work laugh at me for having my manuscripts rejected, but my family also complained that I wasn't ambitious. They believed that being ambitious meant using connections, using backdoors, and seeking promotion."
Diao Yiwen didn't understand why he said this.
The prince smiled and said, "So, at that time, I dreamed of having the title of 'young writer' printed on my business card. For me, just being recognized as a writer would satisfy me."
He added: "I think that writing is not good if you have too many distractions. It still requires a bit of purity."
He told Sartre that there are no pure writers, and told Diao Yiwen that writers still need to be pure. He laughed after he finished speaking. He felt that he was too contradictory. Fortunately, Diao Yiwen had never met Sartre, so she didn't know what he was laughing at. She looked at him with a confused look, a little embarrassed and annoyed. She thought he was mocking her for not being a writer.
……
The next day, Wang Zixu drove to Nanjing University early in the morning and met Ning Chunyan at the entrance of the auditorium. She was dressed up, with rosy cheeks, a delicate and straight nose, and plump and small lips. The lipstick of an unknown brand made them look moisturized and shiny. Her eyebrows and eyes were carefully drawn, and her eyelashes were like black fans, slender and curved.
She was wearing a strapless dress that exposed her snow-white chest from the neck down. Her black hair made her look even whiter and more dazzling, like moonlight shining on the snow-covered ground.
"Hey, stop looking, your eyes are fixed on it," Ning Chunyan said with a smile, "Help me carry the computer."
Wang Zixu asked, "Who has seen it?"
After saying that, he reached out to take the computer bag from her hand. It was quite heavy. Ning Chunyan held up her skirt with both hands and whispered, "It's really strange. When I was looking at it, I felt that the skirt was not so long. Now it's almost dragging on the ground."
Wang Zixu said: "Is it because of your shoes?"
Ning Chunyan was stunned: "Oh, right! What should I do? It's about to start, and there's no time to change shoes now. Do I have to walk around with my skirt lifted up all day?"
"That's so nice, like a medieval lady."
"Madam, madam!" Ning Chunyan said a few words, then poked him twice with her fingers, "I am a girl."
She glared at him sharply, turned her back and walked to the front.
Wang Zixu followed behind, staring at the bright red hem of her skirt, but he felt that look still shining in his eyes.
After entering the auditorium, Ning Chunyan told him what he needed to help with. Fortunately, he didn't need to deal with people and it was mainly backstage work.
People came to the auditorium one after another. He saw Huang Xinghuo, and then the people from the school's live broadcast channel came in with cameras, but he didn't see other school leaders. Students came in one after another.
Wang Zixu sat in front of the projector, fiddling with the machine from time to time, blending perfectly into the background. No one noticed him, as if he didn't exist.
Only Zhao Peilin came to the auditorium and took a quick look at the venue. After seeing Wang Zixu, he walked over with a smile and punched him.
"You are here indeed. You are so miserable. Do you want to put on lights and sound?"
Wang Zixu said: "I'm not that professional, I can only help to show the PPT."
Zhao Peilin said: "Then you have to hide well and don't let Professor Zhong know that you did this."
Wang Zixu was nervous: "Will Professor Zhong come?"
"You're overthinking it. How could he possibly come to this little prince's victory ceremony?"
Wang Zixu was somewhat curious: "Professor Zhong, have you seen "The Lost Sky Slash"? What do you think of it?"
"He threw it away after reading a little bit. He said young people can't understand it."
Xu Rongrong came over and slapped him: "Why don't you hurry up and grab a good seat?"
Zhao Peilin said, "It's still early."
After saying that, he turned back to Wang Zixu and said, "It seems that the juniors in our school are inexperienced. They didn't even come early to grab a seat for a class that is so popular at first glance."
Wang Zixu wondered, "Are there so many people here to listen?"
"Just wait and see."
After saying that, he and Xu Rongrong went to reserve seats early. Sure enough, at nine o'clock, like the sound of a starting gun, groups of students came in, more and more, far beyond his expectations, and finally the auditorium was packed and steaming.
Shi Tonghe's seat was arranged in the first row along with several other school leaders. They had not arrived yet, so the students who came later saw the empty seats and rushed forward to occupy them. A counselor had to stand in front of the seats and tell the students not to occupy the first row seats. The students rushed to the aisle, blocking the camera's shooting angle.
All in all, it was packed.
Ning Chunyan chatted with the professor for a long time, then took the time to run to Wang Zixu's side, clasped his hands together, and whispered:
"That old fellow Shi Tonghe hasn't come yet. If he doesn't come, the situation will start again."
Wang Zixu said: "After all, he is a big shot, so he is busy."
Ning Chunyan said: "I have already said it, I am just afraid that he will stand me up."
Wang Zixu didn't say anything. He wanted to say that it wouldn't be necessary, but then he changed his mind and realized that if the other party really stood them up, there would be nothing they could do.
Ning Chunyan clasped her hands and walked away gracefully. Zhang Xixi ran over immediately:
"You seem to have a special relationship with Ning Chunyan. Are you very familiar with him?"
"Why not?"
Zhang Xixi reminded again in a low voice: "Remember the interview you have scheduled, arrange it early!"
Wang Zixu gave her an OK gesture. Zhang Xixi left, and no one talked to him anymore.
Time's up, class begins.
In the center of the first row, the seats belonging to Shi Tonghe and several school leaders remained vacant.
Huang Xinghuo's lectures were very good. When Wang Zixu got his PPT yesterday, he felt that the outline of the items was very clear. Today, he gave a live lecture with passion and endless jokes. Wang Zixu, the original author, was impressed by him and felt that he spoke to the heart.
There are often jokes about the original author being stumped when doing the reading comprehension of his own article, which is used to criticize over-interpretation. Over-interpretation does exist. Although a good quality interpretation sometimes exceeds the author's expectations, the author himself will also feel good after listening to it. This is not considered excessive, but moderate interpretation. Huang Xinghuo's interpretation belongs to moderate interpretation.
Especially at the end of the story, the hero and heroine finally reconciled with their obsessions and had a child. It turned out that the child also had superpowers. His superpower was the ability to sense the distortion of time and space, and to peek into what had happened in the distorted time and space.
Therefore, this child bridges the abilities of the male and female protagonists, and as long as the family protects each other, they will not lose each other.
When Wang Zixu first thought of this ending, did he wonder if such a happy ending would make people feel sick? But when he wrote the ending himself, tears streamed down his face. He is not the kind of person who is dark and cold. He likes happy and perfect endings. Even if he brings happiness to others, he feels sincerely happy.
Huang Xinghuo's interpretation of this ending is that the little prince finally embraced his shortcomings, reluctance and dreams, and bravely stepped into a new chapter in his life.
This interpretation was beyond Wang Zixu's expectations, but it made him happy. Perhaps deep in his subconscious, he also had the courage he was talking about.
When Huang Xinghuo's class was almost over, Shi Tonghe and several school leaders finally arrived. The live camera immediately focused on Shi Tonghe's face. After a while of taking pictures, Wang Zixu saw a group of 666s floating on the barrage of the live broadcast platform.
But unfortunately, Shi Tonghe, who missed most of the wonderful speech and interrupted Huang Xinghuo's thoughts at the last moment, no longer had the respect of Wang Zixu.
He just felt it was noisy, and even felt angry at the barrage: Huang Xinghuo's lecture was so awesome just now, but you didn't give him a thumbs up. But when Shi Tonghe came over and showed his face, you started giving him a thumbs up. Has the trend of only respecting clothes and not people spread here?
However, Huang Xinghuo was very cultured and ended his speech very appropriately. When it came to the interactive session later, Shi Shuqiu, with a smile on his face, went on stage as he wished and delivered his great theory: the little prince is a girl.
A bunch of “666” floated over in the barrage.
The crew carried the camera and walked around to the first row, taking photos of Shi Tonghe and several school leaders. Wang Zixu stared at the live broadcast on his phone and suddenly realized something:
The reason why Shi Tonghe came late was not only because he was busy, but also because he didn't want to give Huang Xinghuo face. According to his status, he didn't need to listen to Huang Xinghuo's lessons. If he didn't put on airs and came to listen to the class earlier, then in the future people would say that Huang Xinghuo had also taught Shi Tonghe, and the order would be messed up.
While the prince was lost in thought, Ning Chunyan approached him and whispered:
"Are you free tonight? I have dinner with Shi Tonghe and the others, and you can come with me."
After a pause, he added: "Help me block the wine."
(End of this chapter)